The Myriad Shades of Life

The colour wheel has been arranged in a harmony, to suit the nature of colours and to please the eyes, just like the shades of life. We all know life in primary colours, there’s childhood, full of wonder and rapt. Then comes adulthood, time of passion and ambition. At last, comes old age, where the light starts to dim and the sound starts to fade. Is this all? No.

What makes life, life, are the secondary and tertiary colours, the colours you don’t know of or don’t think about.

My favourite colour is Lavender, it is grayish purple or pinkish magenta or pale bluish indigo. For me, it is a feeling, lavender is hope or happiness or just life.

My Lavender can be your teal or turquoise or cardinal. Life is made of myriad shades, so live it in Myriad Shades, do not get stuck in the Red and Green and Blue. Live before you run out of shades.

The Blame Game

The feeling of HUMAN SPECIES being a parasite is getting stronger every day. We all want progress, development but paying tenfold the price for it, seems like a vapid idea. We all have a business person in us, but, it is slowly turning into a thief. A thief of natural resources, other people’s virtue and soul.

I believe you all must have heard about ZAINAB, the girl who was raped and murdered in Pakistan or about the Delhi rape and murder case or the Mathura rape case or Jessica Lunsford case or Sandra Cantu case, even if I write for days at a stretch I won’t even come close to finishing the list. And the irony is that all the malefactors blamed their deed on the victim.

We humans always find a way to pin the blame on somebody else so, we stay clean. No matter if it is a crime against humanity or the course of daily life, taking responsibility is not our strong suit. We cannot just take and take and take, and make the other person completely hollow and not expect them to buzz. The buzzing will soon make us all deaf and we will still be crying, asking, what is it that we did wrong!

Experiencing NEW YEAR’s EVE

I greeted the New Year with all the positivity I could find in me and planned the heck out of it. It’s only been a week and I have already read a book and have watched five movies. The New Year always brings a great promise, a promise that the dreams will come true and things will be exactly the way I wish them to be. I know it isn’t true or even healthy to believe, nevertheless, this is my reflex. I am one of those people who hardly stay awake after ten O’clock, but, there is something glamorous about the New Year’s Eve.

So, this year, for the very first time, I experienced the cliched moment of striking the clock twelve and feeling Utopia can very well be earth, with my friends. We weren’t in a club, soaked in liquor but in bed, discussing the spiritual realm.

The possibility of souls being trapped in purgatory or possibly they don’t or can’t leave because there is no afterlife, everything is here and now, no there and later. The possession of the human body and the extent of its destruction. There are so many strands being tied around our neck, I don’t understand why we choose to add to it. Anyway, there were a lot more to our skull session than just, spiritual realm.

And soon the yackety-yak turned into yawning and, the New Year was here.

Little and Less

Nights are little darker,
Days are less brighter.

There’s a mask on the table,
It’s not part of my costume.

I love these people,
I respect these people. 

Don’t force it,
Don’t force me.

What if I become it,
Something that I will, regret. 

Everything used to be clear, crystal,
Now it’s something hazy,
And foggy.

Nights are little darker,
Days are less brighter.

I am, little less ME.

Everyday Choices

Bed or Business

Health or Hankering

Satisfaction or Stability

Grades or Grip

Romance or Regard

Spontaneity or System

Create or Comprehend

To be or Not to be

 

What did you choose?