CHARACTERLESS?

She wants to be used. She asks for it. We use her. We throw her. It doesn’t make a difference to her. She is characterless. Now if somebody, so readily, displays their desire to be used; why would we hesitate? She likes it and we don’t mind it. There is no guilt involved ‘cause we are giving the woman what she wants. We don’t treat good girls from good families like this. We don’t talk about our female friends like this. We respect respectable women.

That’s a man talking.

Most women would agree with the men in this respect. She is a shameless woman, she deserves it. Alright, maybe she does, maybe she doesn’t; but that’s not the point.

The fact that a woman wants to be used, talks about her character. Whether or not you use her, talks about your character!

Like my father asked me once- “You see the door. You see the keyhole. Would you look through it or would you walk away?” It tells you how the magnitude of self control defines your character.

Well, another question that is asked often is- “If you saw a Rs.100 note on the road, would you pick it up?”
Some would pick it up- Why not?
Some would pick it up and leave it in a temple- Fair enough.
Some would just leave it there- Not mine!

When it comes to treating women, or people in general, most of us would use them.
Extremely rare but not an impossible scenario where some great fellow would go out of his way to lead her to the right path.
Leaving her there, letting her be what she wants to be and respecting her just like he respects other women in his life; now that’s a Man!

Those Boring Days

You know, those days, when you are seriously bored and you don’t want to go out with friends, no matter how much they force you to? You sit back and think -"Aah same old stuff, meet up, go to the restaurant, pounce on your food, get a little tipsy, same old gossip ;what fun? Aah not fun!" Yes, that’s the very day they have a wonderful time! And yes, without you!

You sit at home and flip the pages of your book. You are planning to study. You stare at your book and guess what, the book stares back at you. Still wondering, "I guess I did the right thing. I have to study. Got to work on my project, my assignments…Oh I should have attended the party! No…no…I didn’t really feel like going! Hell! They must be having a nice time! Or may be not? Same old stuff…grr concentrate!"

"I don’t wanna come cause I am bored." -what kind of an excuse is that? Study or no study, at one point you were wishing that they gave you just one last call and that’s it, you’d throw your boredom away. You’d rather get bored with your friends.

Next day you discover they’ve had a ball! Makes you sick in the stomach! Yet when they ask, "Why didn’t you come? It was so much fun." You say, "I didn’t feel like it!"
"I missed it! Big Deal! I wouldn’t have enjoyed anyway!" Oh alright, saying that just makes you feel better!

Then there are those days when you are bored. Again! You give your cell phone those intense looks and go- "Call me damn it!" ; and not a purr!

THE PINCH OF FAILURE

Along the path of neutral, over tiny bumps of pleasure and little potholes of sorrow, I walk. Occasionally, I climb over the hillocks of triumph and often fall into pits of failure; the pits so deep.

Down in the ditch I sit and wait disheartened, dejected and depressed. My shriveled soul sits and mourns. Yet, I don’t call for help. I believe that nothing in this world can make me feel better again. With my mind still debating over the existence and non-existence of God; I have lost faith in the system. I have certainly lost faith in myself.

I look up at the opening; the opening I conveniently ignored; the opening I was pushed into by circumstances. Yes, blame it on the circumstances. People peep into the ditch. Some with a smirk on their faces, some expressionless, some laugh, happy with themselves or are they laughing at me?

Deep down there I lie wishing the world’s gazes don’t set me ablaze. “I don’t need sympathy”- I assure myself. I want the world to end. The base keeps eroding. The pit gets deeper and deeper. I wait, soaked in a pool of tears for someone, something to somehow get me out. I wait. I mourn.

When failure pinches hard, I just- Fail!

BONDING WITH FRIENDS

It’s interesting how friends bond over a gulp of water left in one friend’s gym bag, some chewing gum flicked from another friend’s left pocket, and some utterly useless conversations like- “Who was which animal in their past life.”

You laugh. You laugh so hard that your eyeballs pop out. Then follows a silence, just enough to fill your lungs with some air before you burst into another riot of laughter.
It’s amusing to know that everyone is as bored as you are on a particular day. That is enough reason to meet up. So, you shamelessly invite yourselves to your friend’s place. Each one grabs a corner, wriggles into their comfort zones while the host tries hard to make some place for himself.

You warm your seats for hours together, refusing to lift a finger, avoiding visits to the loo lest your seat be taken. Here, you spend time observing each other’s physical attributes and ‘vital stats’ is not one of them. So, you sit and count the number of pimples on one friend’s face, note the receding hairline of another friend. Right from who has more hair on their legs to who’s got a bigger paunch, from the smallest butt to the loudest fart, it has all been carefully observed and discussed in detail.

Birthdays play a very important role in friendship because here you bond over cakes. Delicious cakes!

Well, it’s about to hit 12:00 am in another ten minutes but you don’t care. The Jing-Bang turns up at the birthday boy’s place at 1:00 am without a cake, as usual. Since, he knows that it is foolish to expect cake and presents, he buys one himself. He opens the cake box then goes in to fetch a knife and candle. When he returns, the cherries are gone, the chocolate flakes have disappeared and someone’s already tasted the cream. He doesn’t bother. He just lights the candle. The lights are switched off. One friend blows the candle, the other cuts the cake while the birthday boy claps his hands and sings the birthday song. Yes, that evening he gives you a treat too.

The late nights that involve lighting candles in the church, celebrating every party like it’s new years, long drives, mid-night ice-creams, watching movies up to 3:00 am and later caring to play stupid board games. Thanks to Maggi noodles, quick and filling, for keeping you alive through these nights.

Cheers!

P.S: This one is dedicated to apna building ka public with a lot of love.

FLYING HIGH

High on four bottles of beer or riding high on winning the much coveted trophy of the season; I plunge into minutes of eternal bliss .I am surrounded by amplified sounds, magnified pictures, eye-stinging bright colours and the yelp of joy which resonates throughout my body. I turn deaf, dumb and blind. Flying high, so high, I don’t see the ground. The existence or non- existence of my roots don’t bother me.

High on the gazes that follow me along the street! Good or Bad. High on hope! High on the music, that transforms my mind while my soul undergoes metamorphosis. High on food that mesmerizes me with its smell and captures my taste buds with its flavour. Intoxicated by the scent of the flowers and the sight of the butterflies, who seem equally intoxicated!

High on the praises thrown at me from all directions! High on all the smiles I receive for being what I am. High on the prayers I offer, for myself and the world around me. High on meditation!
High on top of a mountain where I interact with the clouds, rains and hailstorms! Sitting high on top of heaps of cash and gold!

High on positive vibes generated by my team-mates seconds before a match! High on negativity generated by my addicted peers!

High on life!