Love is (not) the answer

“Love is the answer”

Everyone hates you. Literally. Not figuratively, but literally. They’d just love to see you slammed onto the ground all the time. They’d compete you in a race which isn’t even yours. Yes, doesn’t make any sense at all, but you’re the one who is running those races. You lose the race, you get booed. You win it, never-mind, wasn’t yours anyways, so no one gives a damn.

People just love to bite the hands that have fed them. If you hate them, they play the devil. If you love them, they start playing god. Basically, they’d just take on any role except the one which really suits them; being a human.

Maybe love IS the answer, but how do you know that your way of love is the correct way? Is “replying quickly” is love? Is is about buying expensive gifts? Is it about prioritizing someone over everything else? Is it about never letting someone go? Do you think it’s about losing your own self for the other person? For fuck’s sake, it’s not.

It’s more about understanding that why your other one couldn’t reply earlier. It’s about being happy over having the simple things around you. It’s about realizing that you can’t pay your bills through love, and that’s why you usually have to prioritize your meetings over your dates sometimes. You don’t want to leave her because you love her? I believe you should love her enough to let her go whenever she wants to (and don’t cut down yourself with blades after that because your mum still loves you, even tho you don’t love her back). It takes two people to love each other, and if one of them loses him/her self into the other one, it’s not love anymore. It’s slavery.

If I ever come to know how to truly love someone, I’d never do it. Never. Ever.

“Love is not the answer, understanding how to love is”

P.S: Not for ishq-e-haqeeqi maniacs.

The Shepherd Boy and the Wolves (with one c*nt villager extra)

Once upon a time, in a land not-so-far away, there was a village situated on the outskirts of a forest. In the village, there lived a boy Ali, who was a shepherd (because he had a flock of sheep he had to take care of). Ali used to take the the herd of sheep across the fields near the forest where his sheep could have free food.

One day (read: Day 1), while Ali was peacefully sitting under a tree, watching over the herd, an evil villager (read: cunt) decided to have some fun in his own way. He suddenly started crying aloud “Watch out! WOLF! A WOLF! RUN! RUN FOR YOUR (pathetic) LIVES!!!!”. Ali quickly stood up, and tried to scare away the sheep, and started running to save himself. While running, he heard the villager ROFLing the fuck out of him, and Ali figured out that it was a prank (no cameras, tho). Ali seemed to be pissed, but instead of dealing with the villager, he decided to gather his sheep, and walk back to the village.

Day 2: Same Ali, with his same herd, and the same bullshit happened. This time, Ali was serious, because well, you know, he started hating the villager, and even cursed him. He cursed him, and he threw rocks at him. But the villager ran away, with a disgusting, paranoia-causing, wicked laughter on his ass-like face!

Finale: Same Ali, with his same herd, same place, same villager. But today, destiny HAAAADDD to be different. Neither Ali, nor the villager had ANY idea that shit was about to get real (like, Reeaall real). Villager had the same intention to make a prank, but Ali, being a victim of the prank two times already, had a different mindset. This time, Ali had decided not to fall for the prank…

Meanwhile, the wolves probably had a conference or something about the newly discovered mobile food resource (Yes, Ali’s herd of sheep). The wolves had been discussing about the vigilance level of the shepherd.

*insert lots of growls and howls* translated as:
Wolf 1: “Pack leader, we have had reports that the humans are rehearsing how to escape our ambush. We need to devise a solid strategy. They always have an eye on us, and they’ll sound an alarm when they see us”
Wolf 2: “They’ve been lately practicing aiming with rocks. The shepherd boy is a threat.”
Pack leader knew what was going on, as he had heard the stories from his ancestors, of a shepherd who lied to the villagers, but when his ancestors attacked, there was no one to protect the shepherd’s flock. The leader knew that how the humans have caused troubles for each other for centuries, and they find inner peace by teasing and bullying others. This was one of the trait of the humans that even evolution couldn’t deal with. Yes, the treachery, and wickedness.
Pack leader: “We’ll have no resistance. The human won’t run away. Trust me on this one. The alarm is useless”.

So, the wolves came out, and attacked. The villager, now in his wet pants started to scream him lungs out “WATCH OUT! THE WOLVES! THEY’VE COME FOR REAL”, and Ali, who didn’t even look at the other side, told the villager to (as I quote) “Fuck off! Not falling for this.”. But when the sheep started to make noise after a few seconds, Ali looked over, and found out that half of his flock was lying their in their blood, with wolves biting the flesh off their necks. The whole scene was so painful that Ali decided to run away without his sheep. And, now, he was left with nothing.

After-maths: The next evening, Ali went to the villager’s home, greeted him, and had his last words with him “Do you think it was a fucking joke?”, before he slit his throat and handed himself to the village police.

So, THAT, dear readers is how the World is right now. Bad guys have their fun at the expense of innocents losing their peace, property, family, and eventually their patience. And no matter how funny it seems to be at first, but eventually, the results will be negative for both sides (because Karma is real!). Honesty is probably one of the first steps if we want to have our desired World Peace*.

*Terms and Conditions apply.

The Sole Prayer

Being someone with a blind faith in a Supreme Being, I’ve never felt alone, unattended, or lost. Since the time I gained some sense of thinking, I’ve been taught that a prayer from a true heart is listened, and answered. I’ve been told that prayers have the power to alter the destiny.

(Some say that God re-writes how your life-story goes, some say that the destiny is conditional, it decides a path after every phase; i-e it’s like a Y-intersection road. When your prayer gets accepted, your life story moves in one way, otherwise it moves in the other way. There can be more than two options. But this is a total different topic.)

I always had one prayer. Nothing less, nothing more. It was just one, but a smart one. After every time I offered my obligatory prayers, every time visiting a mosque, after every fast, I just asked God to give me some inner peace. Peace for my mind, and peace for my soul. I just don’t want to get frustrated, tensed, and depressed over things which will eventually be over. (Pretty much like a normal person. It’s a common sense to avoid depression)

Every time I prayed for this, my intentions were like, nothing bad should happen. I shouldn’t fail any course. I should get good company. I should be able to meet the deadlines. I should spend more time with the family. I should be able to get rid of some extra weight. Basically, I wanted everything to happen which brings peace of mind, and I wanted to avoid everything which takes away that peace of mind.

It was probably some random, unheard, and unknown moment in my life when things started to change. I finally had the feeling that my mind was at peace all the time. Yes, true peace. I started to love it. The depression, the anxiety, and every negativity one can think of, it went away. With all of my calm mind, I finally could have peace in every breath I took.

Within this beautiful feeling of happiness of a sole prayer which got finally answered, I happened to figure out something really (like, Reealllyy) fishy. Everything… kinda, backfired! I tried to play smart, having one prayer, and was taught a really well lesson. Bad things were still happening. I wasn’t getting good company, in fact, I got separated from the best people I knew, I wasn’t meeting the deadlines. I was still failing my courses. I wasn’t able to spend time with my family. I gained like, 16 kilograms extra. EVERYTHING, which could cause some severe depression was happening, but… I was still at peace. Inner peace was something which I had so much, that I even started to share it with the people around me.

What have I become? Have I stopped caring? No, I still care about things, and manage them, but I simply don’t get stressed in case something goes wrong. I got what I wanted, but it made things worse (and I’m still at peace because no matter how much worse it gets, I just can not get depressed, or tensed over it.)

I. Have. Become. Unfuckwithable. *badumtss*

unfuckwithable

P.S: I “might” give a fuck if something really bad happens, like WW3, or if Jon Snow doesn’t become the King in the end, or my degree gets further delayed, or… you know, the one who’s reading it dies. Doesn’t mean I’ll definitely be worried, but at least there are some chances. Cheers!

A Modern Romance Story

Let’s just get out of the typical old-school ways of romance, let’s just stop running around in the valleys, let’s just stop stabbing trees for nothing, let’s just not start singing lullabies while driving @30 mph on a lonely road. It’s a new World (Illuminati alert). Come up with new (ironic) ways to express your love, just like this story…

Kevin (A typical adult douche) have been dying to find the love of his life. He wanted to feel this divine feeling, but he was losing his faith in “the search of true love” with every unmatched right-swipe on his newly installed Tinder app. “THREE goddamn days and I ain’t got even shit!”, he thought to himself. After all, what he was searching for was one of the biggest treasures a person could have. With every sleepless night passing by, the poor lad was losing his strength(s) (And he wasn’t even slightly ashamed of it).

On the other end, another typical adult douche, named Edmonia (good job, parents) found out that some “Kevin” (4.5 miles away) is interested in her. Edmonia, like everyone else, had issues with life (she was adopted, and her “parents” had told her this and she decided not to live with them anymore). A high-school dropout, who wanted to practice witchcraft, but ended up as a waitress because she couldn’t get her Hogwarts letter in the Sunday mail. For some real strange reason (most probably a failed summoning), she decided to spend rest of her life as an anti-social emo girl. But when she found out, that despite of her highly resisting outlook, some Kevin was interested in her (Btw, Kevin literally had right-swiped EVERY possible person he could find on Tinder, which includes a fake Vampire, Gothic twins, Pokemon fans, A Jesus’ cosplay, and a 58 YO trans from Thailand), she felt like gathering herself from the very scratch. For the first time in years, she had this really strange thought of putting on some makeup, and actually meeting someone with a positive vibe.

As soon as Kevin realized that he got matched, he instantly wanted to express his feelings. It was for the first time he regained his lost faith (and some strength) in true love, and he simply could NOT wait any longer to text “Yo, babe!”. After expressing his love to Edmonia, he waited for next 10 minutes, staring at the screen, before he got a “hey, let’s get crazy”. This! This was the moment when a whole new level of true love was born. It was different, it was new, it was unique, it was gross AF!

So it was decided. Both were destined to “meet and… eat”. 7 PM, some cafe of her choice. So, the big moment came. It was “almost” 7:20 PM, and Kevin was just ready to dress up for the said “big moment”. He just had his father’s looks in those red jeans, checked shirt, with his lucky Kansas City Royals’ baseball cap (which he probably picked up from the stadium 10 years ago after an angry fan threw it away after their 106th loss).

On the other side, Edmonia couldn’t find a proper dress for her special night. After giving a considerable thought, she made it sure that she wears THE most sluttiest thing in her wardrobe (Despite of being the author, I’m still no one to judge, btw). 7:40 PM, and now she was totally ready to leave for her not-so long awaited date.

Kevin, being a good (and desperate) guy, reached the place 5 minutes earlier than Edmonia. And when he saw her entering the cafe, he KNEW that she’s THE ONE! He had a good understanding of how his luck worked, and this always helped him in getting into the worst kind of trouble in life. He raised his hand, and after realizing that his gesture was totally ignored, he went up to her to accompany her to the table. Now that’s really gentlemanly.

“Hey, you’re finally here. I thought you were gone. I’m sorry for being late”, told Kevin. He was just being super-honest.
“No problem, dude! I kinda left, but then I had this feeling that I should go back”, Edmonia fully took the advantage of the situation.

(*Insert a lot of censored bullshit in here*)

Since now she had disclosed her little secrets to him, like how life had been, how her parents hid all those Hogwarts letter from her, and how desperately she was waiting for a white wizard to hand over some magical ring to her, Kevin knew instantly what she wanted in life. Yes! They both had the same wish, which was going to be fulfilled really soon. When she realized that finally, there was someone who could understand her, she had these big tears in her eyes. She tried to hold them back, pretending to look strong, but she eventually lost to her long held emotions.

Kevin wiped away her tears, and accidentally her eyebrows too (How the fuck does she cry, for the tears to be all up in her eyebrows?). He took her to his place, and both ended up in his wardrobe to continue “their journey towards Narnia”.

Things I do for love

-Courage the Cowardly Dog
-Jamie Lannister

“Geeks”

P.S: Yes, I WAS probably on some serious drugs while writing this. Thank you!

“…somewhere right after where our jaws end”

First things first, if you’re going to read through all of this (please stop right here if you’re not in a good/happy mood), let me inform you that this will get pretty boring at some places. So, just in case you feel like you want to stop reading this, you have my permission to leave the page, or close the browser, or jump off a cliff, or do whatever you can to stop reading this. Secondly, there’s quite a chance that you might be a beautiful person reading this. (And btw, I don’t mind if you’re ugly, because you’re the reason rest of the World looks so beautiful. So, cheer up!)

This new mechanized World is something that NO ONE could’ve ever imagined 50 years back. Technology has made every possible effort to reduce the differences. The communities have come closer, people have the the power to share their thoughts literally thousands of miles away in a few clicks (just what I’m doing right now). You can have a lot of friends on Facebook, you can have a lot of followers on Twitter, you can always stay connected through Whatsapp. All in all, the distances have been reduced as little as an arm’s length. The World is so different from what it was about 50 years back (Tho I’m still not sure about that, because I’ve been here no longer than 22 years, and a few days).

But the real questions, Are we actually connected? Have the words not lost their true essence? Does being a “friend” means the same as it was 50 years back? Does “following” someone still has the same emotions as it had 50 years back? (Does playing with a “pussy (cat)” is the same thing it used to be back then?) How come these words have lost their true meanings? We can type a big “LOL” (notice the caps on), and we’ll still have that stiff, expressionless face of a dead person. All those emoticons mean nothing to us. We literally have at least ONE emoticon for EVERY imaginable emotion (Yes, there is one even for the expression when you can’t decide if you wan to be happy, or sad, or both, about something, and Whatsapp also offers you to choose the skin color if you’re offended by some kind of racism). We actually use them, all of them; smiling, laughing, crying, kissing, and God knows what else! But, do we actually laugh, or cry when we send them? We’ve forgot how to express out true emotions. We’ve forgot how to smile in a genuine way. Yes, we’ve become experts in putting on the masks, and can come up with the the most genuine looking, photogenic, mechanical smiles. The original smiles used to start with the heart (technically not), and ended up on the faces. These new smiles start somewhere right after where our jaws end, and hardly reach the faces (think of the most corrupt politician you know about, and imagine him/her smiling if you want to visualize what I’m trying to write in here).

I’m not saying that all this technology, all this interconnection, all this socializing is a bad thing, but as per the human nature (Especially talking about the millennials), all this seems to have backfired, and backfired really hard. And congratulations, if you’re still reading this. Reading this much of a thing requires a lot of patience, so, you definitely seem like a calm, and kind person (or probably you need to get a life). And *brofist* if you actually find the place(s) where I used “the the” in a sentence.

*signs-off, fades away*

P.S: Now I’ll randomly select ONE phrase from this post to be the title. If it felt like the post had no focus (which it actually didn’t have), that’s because I wrote it first, and THEN chose a topic for it.

Tear from her wrinkled eye

Evening’s knock on the door was the favorite delight for her ears, since the never ending day felt like eternities. Every moment without him would make her desire more and more of him.

Every tick on his workplace’s clock felt like a whip, as he was separated from the charm of his life. They both were like an ornament, incomplete without each other; meaningless without each other.

Both tired by the limitless wait of seeing each other, their one hug would be the remedy of every pain they had; pain of losing everything, pain of surviving on the horizon of the society. When you have spent a lot of time in agony, your heart becomes saturated with it. It’s a phase where no other suffering can hurt you, but only a blink of happiness creates a sparkle in your eyes, and you smile in the brightest way possible.

They only had each other, both of them were that blink of happiness for each other. They would smile at each other, they would dance in their small cottage, they would laugh together, they would sing for each other, and then they would cry together. The thought of all this going to end was so overwhelming, that no comfort in the World could quieten their melancholic hearts. Then they would mourn together, and they would comfort each other. This cycle of emotions would go on throughout night.

While she was trying to collect the scattered fragments of those beautiful memories, she realized that thirty years had been passed since she last heard the evening’s knock. She was losing those memories, and there was nothing she could do about it. She would subconsciously pray that no more memories may fall into the abyss of time. No matter how hard she tried to hold it back, eventually fell the tear from her wrinkled eye.

Strengthening the thoughts (I)

“I spent the whole night, studying for the exam. Just kept cramming for the final. And now this one thing, one equation, that might have gone out of my short term memory, and now I have NO idea how to solve this question”, this is what I kept thinking during the exam. I closed my eyes, and tried to THINK, but no use. I WANTED to recall what I saw on the book last night.

When I closed my eyes, the whole Universe went out of my sight, and all I could see was some really random patterns, as if it were a visual presentation of what my mind was going through, in order to perform a search operation on a specific visual item. I tried to focus hard, and some vague patterns of a page from a book appeared. Some further focus, and the content of the page became clearer. I could see the orientation, and paragraph layouts. There was some figure drawn as well, a graph. I could barely read some text, but I wanted that specific equation. I knew the exact location of that equation on the page. Focusing on and on, I could see the variables and operators that composed the equation. As I was getting closer, it was becoming harder and harder to focus. I was spending my energy, as well as my time, because that one equation could lead me to 10 straight marks in no time. At this moment, I could feel the physical pain, as if it were telling me get out of this inner World. The pain kept on increasing, but I wasn’t willing to quit. I JUST WANTED TO RECALL THE DAMN EQUATION. *snap* “Half of the time has passed”, a voice came, which wasn’t from the World I was in at the moment, but it helped me enough go get back to my real location, with respect to my physical dimensions. Now I barely had the courage to maintain that focus again, but I was sure enough that the information was NOT lost. It was still inside, I just had to find a way to access it.

And in case if you’re wondering why I didn’t finish it in this post, well, honestly, I hate these walls of never ending text. I’ll most probably not read the text where I have to scroll down till the end,not even on 9gag. I mean, SOME scrolling is fine, but A LOT of scrolling isn’t acceptable.