Strange and Stranger

I don't like it. Not one bit. I can't tuck it away in a corner and just work around it. It doesn't seem possible. Hell, it simply isn't possible. So I'm just going to let it linger and ignore it for a while. Get something done, anything at all. And then get back to it. Because it, this strange feeling, doesn't like being ignored. No siree. It will come back and hound you worse than ever.
Scariest part is, this strange feeling just found itself a beautiful stranger. 

Paradise

It is quite unfair how we belittle the word. Almost anything is paradise now-a-days. Eating a piece of sinfully delicious chocolate isn't paradise! It's just....wonderland maybe. If you really want to call it something. Even Coldplay didn't commit to calling it paradise. This could be para-para-paradise, is all he said.

I'll tell you what paradise is. That one place that gives you happiness.... the sort of joy you can't really describe. Blind and gushing. Glee. It doesn't have to be a place really. Just a feeling. A memory. That you can keep going back to. You want to know where I found my paradise? Somewhere in the corner of someone's heart. 

Sorry Status

The power of social media is really something. I recently heard about a certain someone being asked to leave a city over a Facebook status message. In the beginning it seemed simply bizarre. A...status message? Really!? And then I heard the full story. Apparently she said something distasteful about said city. I read the message too. Quite distasteful. It would've been funny probably if it were worded a little more sensibly. Whatever it was, it definitely was unnecessary. But what the hell! This is Facebook! I've heard one of my most favourite people say that opinions are like assholes. Every body has one. So she had an opinion and it was quite shitty. Is that reason enough to throw her out of a city!? I mean come onn! Does every single thing in the universe need THAT much hatred? Lets be a little considerate. Report abuse and move on man! Geez. 

Such an Ass

Okay so I've been taking things lightly and basically been an ass these past few months. And I have no one else to blame but myself. Every once in a while I need these Jhatkas to wake my dumb fuck of a mind. And I guess it has happened. Kind of. Now all I need to do is prove myself, to prove that I am actually not an ass, just behaving like one for no reason.

I shall do this for selfish reasons of course. So that I get ahead in life. So that i learn my lesson. So that I do what I am actually here to do. Learn. To be a good writer. Half as good, as a good one at least!

If you must

Insecurities. Every individual on this planet is rife with them. Some a little more than the others. Why am I any different? I have them. And they're pretty unreasonable too. They seem perfectly stupid to anyone who hears it. But let me assure you, they're as real as the skin on your cheeks. And when you are faced with a situation that is not just the epitome, but a glorified stage show of your biggest insecurity, you crack. Like a knuckle under the force of the hands of determination.

So, if you must do it, decide. If you must crack, crack out of that glorious shell. If you must undergo pain, do it so that you come out stronger. And if you must listen to others cuss at you, do it to learn from it, not to bow down. But most of all, if you must love-be it something or someone-do it for yourself. 

Blush, Blush, Crazy Rush

The butterflies

The pink cheeks

The sudden smiles 

The crazy rush

They all come in one big burst. There is no stopping it. And there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. The worst part is, I'm terrified of it. It never went anywhere good. Not that it has gone there many-a-times. But one never knows. And there is this constant vein of fear, running through the mind. Everything is all good and before you know it-Crash. Boom. Gone. All that rush. But she doesn't leave without finding a replacement. Oh no. That whiny, self-obsessed co-worker you always had, she replaces Rush. Who, you ask? Pain? Self-pity? Probably.

Call it what you want. Makes no difference. What makes a difference, is deciding to go through with it, even after knowing who the replacement is gonna be. And strangely enough, you learn so much from it, that it was all worth it anyway.

So where does that leave me? Going through with it or not? I don't know. "Go with the flow". That's my motto right now. ;) 

So I remembered that I had this question: what exactly is the joy of giving?

Now that I am older and more mature *cough cough* I think I have an answer. It doesn't matter what you give. And no, I'm not talking Diary Milk or Toblerone. I'm talking tangible or intangible. As long as you give someone what they need, be it a helping hand with their luggage, change for a 100 rupee note, some of your absolutely delicious lunch or one of your earrings (yes I have done this), they're happy and you're happier. Sadly, it also matters when you do it with a smile. And let me be clear, it has to be genuine. People always see right through the fake ones. Trust me! So if you feel like you've done nice things for people but haven't done it with a smile, maybe you should go apologize (like I'm about to). Because you just made them feel like an ass for asking you.

As long as you have the right attitude and the willingness to help, it always feels good. It is, after all, all about feeling good, isn't it?

Too preachy? I should stop that.

Wind Chimes

Sitting on the sand, watching the sun go down
With nothing in your hands and nobody around
The waves crash and dance around the shore
Suddenly you realize you're not alone
Tremors of panic shake the heart
Heartbeats thunder loud, barely even apart.
You turn around in a flurrying second
Only to find a gust of wind
Rattling the wind chimes in your car
That weren't there when you parked her.

Life is full of surprises. That woman in the bus who offers to hold your bag. That guy who lets you have his spot in the queue. That child who would rather play with you than the PS3. To be honest, I wouldn't expect anyone to do anything for me. Why should I? It is after all a do or die world. And yet, someone has been kind enough to consider another person before him/herself. So, it is only fair that I also do something in return for someone else. You know, full circle and all that. Have you done something nice for someone today?

Ranteroo

Okay so I did not want to do whatever it is that I did. Yes, I did not expect to get..... carried away. But it happened. And I have to deal with it. Consequences, you ask? You ask well. *glares* If I had thought of those, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now, would we? Wait. This isn't a conversation is it?

No.

It is one person's rant-eroos to the internet about an issue she herself is unaware of (yet). But she is fully aware that this apparently non-existent issue will come to light soon enough. And will probably come and bite her in the behind.

That is the beauty of this. I know that there might come a day when I will be judged based on these very words I'm typing and I have realized that I don't care. I don't give a flying rat trap about what is going to be thought about this particular post. Because the rantings of a woman annoyed are meant to be hated. They are supposed to be despised and progressively burned to dust.

But you can't burn the internet, no? *evil grin*