Posers,Posers,Posers. . .

Now this is not an attempt on belittling, though if going through this ,makes you feel even a tinge of disparagement then I would feel like the purpose of writing this post has been served.

So, where do I even begin with? Me obviously, as before pointing a finger at any individual you have to deal with the other three directing towards you. Yes, I am a stern follower of hypocrisy, but in my defense, evolution demands it, now in a world with so much to binge on you cannot expect to be all milk and no water, behavioral adulteration has now transformed into a cult these days (didn’t get it? I was expecting you won’t, take the hint). The point being it falls under the circumference of the conventional ‘wrong’ but is acceptable to an extent. Personally, I think everything that does not fall under the realms of mortal sin is more or less acceptable. So, that is how I justify my social anomalies through my philosophical bends, what is your excuse? (I know you don’t have any, caught you with your pants down, didn’t I?). So, now with your permission I would like to take a derisive detour and stick the boot right in.

Now, I know many of you practice and participate in certain things just to get the approval of a certain group of individuals in the society, most of them to be precise  ( ‘participate’ being just a general form of the verb here which might range anything from a ‘do’ to the vigorous forms of ‘ass kissing’). Well apparently those have been typecast-ed by you as outcasts and social pariahs save themselves the trouble but in contrary to my tone I very much appreciate the amount of work you guys put in to get accepted by your peers which axiomatically turns you into a piece of work. (you see, I turned it around) and the phenomenon is omnipresent and undeniable in any field or sector of life you search in.

So, while we are on the subject, I wanted to point out some of my favorite categories and throw a handful of reproach at them. I know I might be slammed later for the classification but what the hell :D

• The Aesthetically Deprived – Now , there is nothing wrong with the way you look buddy and experimenting with asinine colors is only making you look like a cross between Willy Wonka and an androgynous Lady Gaga. Be the way you are, get comfortable with your attire and if even then anyone judges you , then he/she is the sheriff of Shmucksville and can go suck skunk-piss.

•The Pseudo-Intellectuals – Now, let me make this thing as clear as a bell, out of all these cries for attention, yours is the most desperate. Trust me ,you yourself aren’t aware of the point you are trying to make. I know you don’t have anything in your lives to look forward to but you have to understand, you can only flaunt it if you have got it and when you don’t the repercussions are  so humiliating to be even discussed, my heart just fills with pity when I see you guys trying so hard.

• The ‘Kewl Krawd’ – This group is the most diversified of all and is divided into so many sub-groups that  they cannot be defined even with the help of abstract algebra.
First of all you need stop using that ‘SMS lingo’ of yours everywhere, using a ‘u’ in ‘coming’ makes it way too inappropriate, not ‘kewl’.
Stop treating social media as your personal diary or hourly scrapbook, So much narcissism is unacceptable, changing the color of your glasses  wouldn’t change the face the almighty has bestowed you , deal with it.

• The Bullies – You fucktards need to get your shit straight, your insecurities are eating you away and you are just one step away from becoming violent sociopaths (O wait, too late!). Find a more suitable way to vent the frustration of having an inadequate wiener or erectile dysfunction.

• The Snooty Boy/Girl –These are the people who have been blessed with an above average knowledge(self-proclaimed expertise) in their respective fields.Now I know you guys know your shit way well but that doesn’t give you the prerogative to dance over my ass, try this very strange medicine called ‘humbleness’, wouldn’t hurt much(your egos to be precise). Just remember my poop smells and so does yours, try taking a sniff the next time you are having difficulty in comprehending the concept of equality.

I could actually go on to never stop but that wouldn’t stop you guys from being the colossal ass-hats you currently are and without your presence I might stop feeling better about myself. So, Adios muchachos and keep rocking. ;)

X+Y Chronicles : Attempt on Appeasement

So, here I was holding the mark-sheet in my hands which was struggling for its life and sniggering from inside was my arch-enemy which looked quite contended with the two zeroes right besides it (He thinks it is adding up to his value, what a sucker!). On my way back home ,while I pondered about the implications and ramifications(most of which were about escaping the inevitable pyrotechnics of ass-kickings  that were to follow) and nothing devious came to my mind(I guess its about time I stop listening to R.E.M), and everywhere I look I find the darkness spreading and engulfing light of the logical reasoning and converting it to a synonym of mathematical reasoning ,it has been spreading like a malignant cancer, corrupting the system with its numbers and operators, making itself look and be perceived as convenient(convenient my ass!)  And it’s incurable now (bravo! what an epiphany).

I tried checking the time and the numbers were sneering inside from the watch, I tried to relieve myself of the starvation at an eating joint, a big number was smack-banged onto my face, I tried to register my existence in the world and I was stamped with a number, I am nothing but a number, We all are merely numbers intermingling and living in a labyrinth now controlled by Lord Mathematics, that was my moment of articulacy. I had no chance against this overlord and somehow or the other it has successfully made a way through my life-line and corrupted it too (ah, the horror).

The first thought that came to me was all my life I have fought this callous tyrant and I will never succumb to his ways and die as martyr but saner minds prevail. So, I have decided to actually mend my ways with him and reach on an appeasement in which I will have to study and he will endow me with numbers that would redeem me from my present condition. Seems like a sweet deal, let us just see how it turns out be (and f.y.i, I’m still getting my ass-kicked).

Cries of Redemption

So I wish to clinch thee, keep you as my own,
but would only give a gloaming aftermath.
assuaging it would be to let you shine,
and me,a mere benefactor of your resplendence.

The melody I could hum but dare cantillate,
my voice unworthy, my tongue blasphemous.
Bellows my soul in agony though,
my incapabilities morphing into my chastisements.

No spirit can now quench, the intoxication I yearn for,
 esplanade to the Elysian fields, your eyes.
and a self-abominating addict they have stamped me,
and I derisively stamped their verdict a euphemism.

Bereft I lay in the harrowed lands of melancholy,
and eyes bloodless,waiting for my saviour.
Beseech you for redemption, my remorseless deity,
do not let them go unheard,a heathen’s devoted cry for salvation.

And When I say I'm Blank . . .

The state of being “blank” is always considered (as one of my close friend puts it) desirable, for when you are experiencing it, you are relieved of the mundanely plans that fill your mind or the urge to be unprecedented, guess that would be my brain’s version of taking a vacation(on the contrary I think it is always on one). I have always wanted to experience and understand going through the phase and now when I am actually going through the phase, savoring it doesn’t seem much plausible. It is but fascinating that how an amalgamation of random thoughts and emotions keep popping and vanishing in a jiffy. It starts with a bunch of mathematical equations and leads to that cute girl from college you have always wanted to ask out (or talk to), an errand you promised to do but never did or that moment of desired solitude you felt mentally while being physically present among a group of friends. Endless dialogues in a soliloquy.

I read somewhere that Aquarians live in the future(I might not personally advocate the mass delusion of astrology but then who wants to risk it), maybe that is one of the reasons I try to keep my thoughts as optimistic as possible, but to think what would your version of remedy be if your mind is no more able to dispense any thoughts at all, the one entity that you thought to be the requisite of your daily routine has been snatched away but surprisingly there aren’t any feelings of bereftness and these course of events then leave you flummoxed as you now no longer possess the skills of either comprehension or articulation , you cannot help it.

So, being now aware of my helplessness, I lit one of my cigarettes and focused on the irony of the situation as I was going through the Statutory Warning on my pack and the music player in my phone started playing “Stayin' Alive” by the Bee Gees.

A Salman Trivia

Now, there I was , starting with a brilliant piece of work by Mr.Frederick Forsyth , but then buzzes my phone and a hasty voice had already started praising  “him”, by the time the phone reached my ear it was like-“ aur climax to boht hi tod tha yaar kya btau mai”, while I was trying to figure out what it was actually about another shrieking voice in the background says-“awww, Salman, hayyyyeeeee” and again came, one of my many “bang my head against a firm surface” moments.  So now I wrote a little trivia, so that you people won’t bug me again,

1. Why still a bachelor?
->Ummmmmmmmm, I learned somewhere that using performance enhancing and tissue building steroids for a long period of time leads to infertility or erectile dysfunction in males. So. . . . . . . I think, I have made my point here.

2. Why so violent?
-> It also came to my knowledge from a science journal that inability to use one’s genetilia can cause frustration and violent episodes of sub-psychotic rage. These people try to take this out on weaker beings, so that would explain the acts of domestic violence evident on his then “girlfriends” and my little friend “the black buck” :/

3. Why so generous and inclination towards social causes?
-> To explain this, I would like to tell you about our neighbors’ dog Marshal, now Marshal has a tendency to poop at any random place in their garden but then he realizes “Darn, here comes the fat guy with a bamboo stick”, so he covers it up with mud. I wanted to put it delicately, so I used a parable, and then you guys are smart enough to do the inferring. ;)

All I wanted to deduce is that there is more that what meets the eyes, the Almighty has blessed everyone with the same amount of brain platter, so my advice is not to go bananas over someone who is knee deep in filth (you know who :D),there I said it, and even then if you want to because “everybody is entitled to their opinions”, try punching in some other deluded being’s number. 

"Me tera khoon pee jaunga Black Buck" because I tend to take my frustration out on weaker beings.

चाहत-ऐ-जिंदगी

ख्वाहिशों  की खुली ज़मीं पर ,लड़खड़ाती सी
अरमानों के दायरों से लडती ,झूंझती सी
मयखानों के दर पे, मुस्कुराती सी
और जूठी मुस्कुराहटो पर मुरझाती सी

जो ख़ामोशी चाही, तो चीखती सी
जो मचाया शोर , तो शमशानी सन्नाटों सी
गुज़रे वक़्त की फटी चादरों में खुद को समेटती
सिसकियों में डूबी ,आसूओ में नहाई सी

उस सर्द मौसम की बारिश सी
कदमों तले पत्तों की रंजिश सी
बिन खरोंच के उस ज़ख्म सी
कापती ,चरमराती , रोती सी

थी जो चाहतों से भरी इस कदर
की साँसों का दम घोटती थी
और अब जो साँसों का दौर है चला
तो चाहत-ऐ-जिंदगी को तलाशती सी


P.S - Now, for a while I have been arduously trying to write something in our primary language(had always wanted to), so , here is my very first attempt on it. Though I am not in conversant with Hindi/Urdu writing styles, this might be an amalgamation of both, so cut me some slack on pedant-ism

Voluntarily Disoriented

There could be or could not be a possible explanation to whatever occurs in our lives. Most of us had planned big for the future (just planned) and therefore those plans inevitably came crashing to the ground, its better for the delusions of grandeur to end as early as possible, but then who is to blame for as humans cannot help their urge to find an explanation to their failures rather than moving on, yeah social acceptance is a bitch, life would have been such a breeze without it or is it that the majority of our species has fallen for such a fallacy. We can live without approval from each other, right? Sadly, I cannot answer this for you, as you have to answer this for yourself, is it worth going through all that suffering, trauma and mental agony just because you haven’t proved your mettle, what if you did? You could have the rest of your life elapsed in false pride, that would be the bargain.

We have devised our present world in such a manner that a majority of us would never be able to see, decipher or appreciate the word “satisfaction” (I am personally very much dubious of the word). This should not be misconstrued as an attempt on ranting, believe me I have always found better ways of expressing my disappointment(s) in life. Pawning our lives for small bits of guised bliss and empty smiles, doesn’t it somehow fits the definition of a disguised purgatory? Is that what we are leading ourselves into and pushing 'humanity' on the verge of extinction, a huge clan of soulless bastards without a driving force or an objective, no bigger picture to be foreseen.

Now I don’t see a reason to cuss about it! Failure, in itself is not a bad thing but relenting and succumbing to it is but what we do is sulk and crave for empathy of our fellow-sapiens. Yes that is what the world has come to, where there is no sign of equivalence in our emotional and physical worlds, we run perplexed after words which hold no actual meaning, believe me! they wouldn’t have, even after devoting so much of time, working so extensively you would find yourself ending up with nothing but a disoriented life because you never had lucidity in your goals to begin with. Most of the people I know follow the sheep-herd and would happily lead their life in ignorance without even questioning the purpose of their existence, not their fault exactly, conformism is fed to us as milk to toddlers and conventionalities are etched on the wet mortar of tender hearts.

So, what could be the solution to such an affair? Tragicomically, I suffer with the same dilemmas (or delusions) as everyone does but yes, juxtapose I’m also aware something is not right like why aren’t we ever able to hit the Promised Land? The things we fear are mere equivalents of the monsters under our bed whose existence we were made to believe in our pre-adolescence in order to coerce discipline and the thing was/is that they have always only been in our head. Just for once question and seek answers to the purpose of your existence and "do not just exist but live".

Thou Shall Not Be Rational!

And there I was trying to get some sleep but something did not let me doze, conflicting thoughts maybe, an omnipresent fear of the dark(it’s always better to acknowledge your fears, at least you would know what you are actually afraid of and the root causes could be explored for a start). We always fear what we cannot see or things beyond our comprehension always make us uncomfortable. Just like the concept of a supernatural being such as God who is to govern us in his elusive ways and he is to be feared. Now let me put it this way, why is something/someone who is supposed to be the epitome of all the positive energy (or could we use brand ambassador?) never tried to make a public appearance and then it is backed by such preposterous quotes as –“Blessed are those who believe without demanding a proof”, many might misconstrue the point I’m trying to make, my request would be to consider it with an open mind. When we have been blessed with a curious mind and the art of deducing answers to our problems, why is analyzing facts associated with faith considered a subject of taboo, instead we are to presume that the person in question is to be feared, now isn’t it the actual definition of monarchy, where it is considered a crime to question the authority of the monarch, the only difference being, here it is done under the name of blasphemy.

Most of our asinine fears are derived from myths and according to my opinion, so is religion. Myths have always been used by the abhorrent (humans) to manipulate the weaker minds from the primordial times. These people were the ones who used it to create a cynical universe that they could easily alter at their will with being a little creative with their words and actions (mostly disguised) and gradually the seed of superstition sown in the incised earth of fear sprouted a sapling that eventually grew into a strongly rooted and spread a behemoth: the tree of religion. Why shouldn’t we be demanding alibis (I reckoned it to be the best fit) of events what the ministers of faith call miracles?  Isn’t it only fair that when we are designed to question, we are entitled to answers? Okay, we ate the forbidden fruit and transcended into intelligent life form but then why did we come with an option to upgrade when we were designed to be ignorant dumbfucks till the end of times. Consider seriously what you are succumbing to, a set of beliefs which when questioned give out contradictory answers. I could go on for a considerable amount of time and come up with very amusing and apparent factoids but I guess I would leave it for you to fathom the ramifications and implications and do not forget to – Question everything!

Lucid Much ?

Every time I let words out of my mouth, all I crave for is lucidity. Like why cannot I reach the pinnacle of articulation, maybe lucidity isn’t something that I am concerned about (Not!). You cannot just think that you are capable of dispensing unprecedented wisdom whenever you wish to(capability being a misnomer here, you know when I told you about my incapability of bringing out clarity in my thoughts but believe me they are the metaphorical equivalent of the uncut diamonds I must say, narcissistic much? Cannot actually help it).

Let me just give you an example of a highly approved and consensually accepted piece of uncertain knowledge (no, we won’t be discussing Modern art :/ ). It’s the Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle, now that is a man of clarity and transparent thoughts. As we know most of our Quantum Mechanics is based on hypothetical theories and convincing people to recognize and accept your piece of super-intellectual theory is one tough cookie to break. But the man did it and what he apparently proved was an uncertainty, now don’t just consider the theoretical aspect (I know many of you pedantic asses would without giving a thought jump to that, hold your horses) but what it symbolizes, conjunction of two contradictory words to form an oxymoron (proved uncertainty) which completely changed man’s understanding of the complete working universe and that is where the line of lucidity becomes dull (which has always been thin).

I see lucidity as an answer to the questions and conflicting confabulations that incessantly go on and on in my acorn-sized mind. The very first purpose is that the thirst should be quenched, only after that I could think of observing the reflections: after the ripples have settled down. Most of the times you would find answers that might render your very questions (even purpose of existence) obsolete or redundant.

Unfolding Enigma -" Dazed and Confused"

The mind had always been occupied and involuntary,
mesmerized but here I stand, so acutely mute.
Stance of the heart is now inclement,
but the power of thought rendered incompetent.

Was it known,a mere glare would leave me intoxicated,
would never have touched an effervescent wine,
have witnessed eyes that would narrate tales in a blink
but baffled to see a kind which could melodiously sing.

                                                                                                  

Who won’t adore that petalled , subtle curve of yours,
affixed by the creator, as the last piece of that perfect collage.
Bedazzled must he be left, who is to receive thy smile,
pulse would have skipped a beat but after that left pounding.

 Interpretation of an enigma, is a juvenile thing to do,
what urges me to this relentless pursuit, I don’t have a damn clue.
They tell me, “There is more than what meets the eyes”,
“depends on what you’re trying to find” I just say
Maybe finding a piece of lost bliss, maybe a whole paradise.

a Creature of Impulse!

And “Bam!” came shattering down the window pane. I stood there thinking the consequences of the aftermath and what actually made me do this (didn’t take me much time to conclude that the primary thing to do was absconding). There was no provocation whatsoever, neither there was an explanation that would fit the definition of a cogent justification (anything that I had was that smirk on my face). It was an innocent piece of tinted glass and I ruthlessly bludgeoned it. To be true the moment of impact might have been very much fascinating which unfortunately lasted   brevity. It didn’t involve a bit of sanity, maybe deep down inside I wanted to smash the bloody window (who am I kidding; it had been in mind for months and the golden rule always has been "if there's an itch it would be scratched"). It felt good somehow,”reasons?” – “didn't had any “.

One of the many things about conventions I loathe is that after every action of yours, you are expected to present an explanation (and damn it should be convincing), Why??? After studying science for a significant number of years I decided to switch my stream of study to arts and “Bam!” a ‘Why’ was torpedoed at me. It is just because “I want to”, isn’t that pacifying enough for you Convention Nazis? And even if that is not good enough for you then maybe you should try to get your head out of your butt.

I climbed over the table and started gyrating like ‘what’s his face’, now I cannot give you an explanation( also I do not give a rat’s ass but that is a whole different point) but what I can disclose is that it felt great for some unknown reason and I guess that just explains it. Sometimes, snapping out is quite relieving; trying something different for a change has evidently and statistically been beneficial for people (mostly) may be like a reminder, so that you wouldn’t just take your life for granted. Some kind of divine intervention , an enigmatic force that makes you do things that you wouldn’t even think of doing on a normal day- maybe going up to that cute girl in your college and ask her out for coffee, deliberately bumping the table and watching that vindictive teacher screaming as he holds his crotch. Explanations? Balderdash! But they make you feel good, brings that smile back on your face then I guess that’s what actually matters. Yes, curiosity is good but you should know that everything in life wouldn’t offer you a rational elucidation. Stop looking up for a change and try to savor the elements of surprise, irrationality and delusion, that would be a very profitable pawn for the amount of bliss you could enjoy, rather than being a creature of habit, it would be better to be a Creature of Impulse.

Of God and My Rantings!

What is the whole world and its conventions about? Where are they leading us to? A substantial labyrinth which just keeps on entangling as you grow in time but the question here is, “Is just growing in time enough to justify the life  you spent?”. How do you get to know if your purpose is served or not? “God knows everything,God is omniscient.”, then why don’t  we get to know? Is our existence so plebeian and worthless that we are not even entitled to learn about our own lives? The list would go on and I would still be standing blank here without even a tinge of white over my pitch-black mind.

God to me is the person who controls everything  and still manages to keep it subtle,heights of elusiveness is ’him’ but then why are you under  the hood? Why don’t you just tear out the benign sky and liberate your thunderous rage on the iniquitous? I pacify myself by thinking that maybe  ignorance is actually bliss and he is working in his own mysterious ways. “Ah mortality, you make us believe I a  fruitful grope in these dark ages.”  That is the most fascinating thing about us humans despite of knowing and having a full understanding of things we manage to let ourselves fall into delusion and be contented with our act of escapism.

But God did not design conventions,humans did. We are the ones who have caused the division of society into sects in “his” name. What if the whole world was just one religion or none at all, just envisaging such a world  gets my motor  running, (snapping out!) not feasible right?. If religions about spirituality  and moral conduct then why do the supremos  of religious handling lay so much emphasis  on worldly traits and materialism. If I follow a life of strict moral conduct and lead a life of  stability, then no one should get to decide the definition of blasphemy for me. If I follow my God and his word  then shouldn’t I be entitled to make my life decisions without any kind of interference, be it the choice of my partner or my attire. No one in the world should have he authority of deciding what is right for me and ‘right’ in our world is just a matter of consensus , what we are most comfortable  believing in. We are so engrossed n our self-created bubble that it would be very much dolorous to break out of it. Maybe it is just the right time to come out of delusions and a explore an entirely different dimension of spirituality and then actually see it develop into  a ‘better  tomorrow’.

Strangers in the Night

She thought him to be one of the many lower beings, for him she was just another social experiment, amongst many others in a world of facades.
Then the misconstrued beckoning, the sparks flew and it blazed,
brimming up with effusion that couldn’t be withheld, identical glints and smiles.

Capriciousness has its own perks, lets you experience the sweetest of pangs
turns you delusive, ginormous clanging blades seem as ringing church bells.
Sliding away as the first drop of morning dew on the bracken and into the creek,
not ever to be seen or felt, that indelible sense of dalliance lost in the enormity of the world,

Quelled was he and yet donning that smirk, his eyes gleaming with an unrelenting pursuit,
but adamantly defending her stance she swayed, the clichéd temptress in action.
Resplendent yet warm,like the winter sun you feel it quenching a life-long hanker,
wait through the bone cracking chill that night seemed, much like walking through the spring breeze.

Communing joyride that lasted a brevity,disembarking seemed the most arduous,
but mandatory is by convention for the flings to end,yet imprinted as commemorative this was.
No matter how unachievable they might seem, but chimeras are there for a reason of course,
a moment of sheer bliss, is might even worthy to pawn your soul for.

If Only, But it Isn't

‘If’ I were a werewolf, I would have totally eviscerated each of the ‘already dead’ body parts out of Edward Cullen (no, he is not a fucking fairy, period!) with my fangs and end this tale forever ‘but’, unfortunately I’m not a werewolf neither am I Stephanie Meyer (I would have been benign enough to spare the world otherwise). What ‘if’ I could fly and could move at the speeds of lightning, don a gaudy facade, and destroy buildings with my laser-beamy eyes (Yea, I am the anti-hero kind, suck on that JLA) ‘but’ there is no chance in a billion that fantasy could be materialized.

‘If’ and ‘but’ are the two enchantments that act as a bridge between dreams and hope where ’if’ is an open doorway to the magical lands of escapism and ‘but’ acts as the dead- end- cliff  which lands you back into the world of reality. Each of us are entitled to have dreams and it’s so pleasant and heart-warming  to watch yourself taking the wand of command and whipping the ass of reality juxtapose causing a significant amount of  annoyance with your snores. The beauty of these two words very much self-evident by how they guide our travels to the clock-cuckoo-land. It is like the time when you are suffering from a mighty of an impact that has your soul shaken, that is where ‘ if’ comes into play and acts as a cool soothing breeze that someone would wish for amidst the scorching summer sun, like  the first gleam of the warm winter sun after the dark cold night. Then comes along ‘but’, putting an end to all the fantasies and pulling down all castles you built mid-air but then someone/something has to do it, very much mandatory. Yes, you fell, maybe even scraped your knee a little, you cannot just lie there thinking and cursing your decision of jumping over the hurdle rather than going besides it ‘but’ you need to dust yourself off and move on with your life( you know what I am trying to point out with all this lame metaphorical shit).

Both are essential and somehow complete each other in the run, wouldn’t life be dull without them, how many ‘if only’ moments pass throughout the day (you may also include your masturbatory fantasies) and simultaneously crushed by ‘but’ in a cruel fashion for good but there are certain ‘if’s that escape the wrath of ‘but’ and evolve into a reality of magnificence and people certainly do end up “living their dream”.

X+Y Chronicles: Origin of the Nemesis

There  is a very noticeable thing about the things you hate in life- they never tend to cease popping up. All these years,I have tried to abscond its presence,many a times successfully but yet it somehow manages to creep back int my life like how a Komodo monitor hunts( It thrusts its fangs into the body of its prey and thus begins a relentless pursuit till the slow yet malignant venom squeezes the life out of the poor being). It’s my ultimate nemesis,as to Superman is Darkseid, to Batman is the Joker, to Wolverine is Sabertooth, to Women is Silence and to Charles is ‘Mathematics’.


And to be true it is vindictive as hell and you better trust me on that. It has been after my peace of mind since I hit adolescence(before tat everything is actually a blur except one incident). As far as I am able to recall,our rivalry goes back to the days of our formal introduction. It was in its most elementary of form like a cute little bear cub which seems harmless(at first!) and I was a 70-80 cm,booger dripping,goofy figure who thought he could chase the wind and bottle it someday( I actually tried it once in the kindergarten and fell flat-faced on the concrete floor and realized “Wind can fly!” , I guess that was my very first moment of epiphany).

Every hostility begins somewhere,it has to have a point of Origin, its not like one fine morning you woke up(in Germany) and felt like waging a war against the States and went with the idea. Ours began when an incident took place that changed my entire physical universe, metamorphisized it into a burning labyrinth of twine. It was fine till we were dealing with numbers but then one  dark afternoon they introduced me to ‘the SUM’ and the graphite in m pencil etched the first of the many blunders to come in future              2 + 2= 5 (and I also licked the notebook for some reason that is yet under the layers of enigma) and thus began a never-ending conflict between  ‘it’ and me(I believe that iterating its name only makes it stronger,”you know who!”). I know it is still smirking under the cover of ‘Sequential Algebra’  while I frown. Never goes a day when we don't try to establish an eternal dominance over each other and put an end to it for once and for all but it never ends. . . . .. .               “Some battles you win,some battles you lose.”