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 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!

“…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.

The way it is not supposed to end

“The Mayans predicted an end to civilization but never described how that would transpose. Most people over the years assumed the Mayans meant a catastrophic event that would extinct mankind. But what if they thought of an end time that was far more frightening and destructive than that. Not the loss of mankind itself, but rather the loss of humanity. What if they meant a time where mankind would create wars for greed, would tolerate genocide. A time where people wouldn’t appreciate nature or even the earth, a time where faith, mosques, and churches become abandoned. A time where mankind would not cherish life. What if they meant a time where a person armed with a weapon would enter an area with women and children and murder them , one by one; for no apparent reason. What if the Mayans were right. What if this is how it all ends.” -Seph Lawless