Live and let die

I am a Gemini.
I change faster than you can say the word "change"
Do not object to me calling me fake,
I am adaptable. 

My identity is not lost;
I know where my loyalties lie
But at times,
I have to be different,
Not to fit in
But to get my way 

Do not denounce me for what I am with another
Be happy with what I am with you
That's is all you should care about
I do not appreciate unnecessary medling in my life

Live and let live

Or maybe, I'll live and let die.

My Centerpiece

   
When I was younger I expected a certain world
Now I'm excited to see it's more than what I imagined
It's ugly in some places
This gives me the aim of my life
I can make it into what I like
Atleast I will have something to do
Because doing nothing 
Makes me jittery

It's like expecting clay structure
But I got dough
I might not be able to match the activity of my hands with the perfection of my mind
But atleast I will make the dough look prettier
And I will keep messing with it until I tire
Then when a potter arrives
He will add the finishing touches
I will then have a beautiful artwork to adorn my centrepiece

Plan of Destiny

I am trying to concede to the fact
Come at peace with it
Accept it
Subduing me complaints as much as possible
No matter how much it pains me
It wont happen
Because it isn't supposed to
It is not my plan to let it be
It's the plan of destiny
Maybe in a different time
In a different place
Before everything changed
But as for now
I wouldn't let fantasies cloud my sanity

We can never be friends
Just familiar strangers
Nothing else
I don't need more
I have accepted
The plan of destiny

Don't Insult The Art

Writing and blogging are like to different things guys. ANY NUMPTY CAN HAVE A BLOG! Even a popular blog at that but not everyone can write.

There is something called creative expression I find lacking. What I see around are Journal writers talking about either depression or elation by accounting events. GUYS TAP THESE EMOTIONS AND DIRECT THEM CREATIVELY!

It's like, I am not interested in your mundane descriptions, frankly. Unless you can create an enchantment so profound it envelops me completely. I have a distracted mind so if you command my concentration, you have my love.

If you can't be a magical writer, atleast have one line that grabs attention. A single thought provoking statement will be enough.

What's it about calling fantasies uncool? THEY ARE THE HEIGHT OF IMAGINATIVE ABILITY! If you can disregard such talent then curses be on you. Although of course just not any fantasy is acceptable.

Fiction. I am not a fan of this genre. That is like describing daily life and as I said before it's hardly worth writing about. Science fiction, thrillers, these are good.

Historical writing is another noteworthy genre. This captures the essence of a certain period giving a personal account, full with personal perspective and individuality.

Yes! Now I get the right word to describe my discontent. INDIVIDUALITY AND PERSPECTIVE. What you write should be inward and at the same time must relate to what happens around you. Those who sink to the level of merely reporting events, I despise you.

Using big words is not impressing, mind. Harry Potter uses simple language and it managed to capture the hearts of millions. Your grammar and vocabulary must be proper, but that is in no way enough. If you lack imagination the rest is futile.

Also, possess the modesty of not declaring yourself as writers to me. Link me your blog and I'll be the judge.


Having a blog is not cool. Writing is.

Does The End Justify The Means?

Cool enough, with striking irony, but if you think a little, it’s one of the stupidest comparisons.

If you believe in your cause, have traced how it might end up to be, and you are happy with the result, still you hesitate to take the necessary steps, however difficult, then you are intervening with Her Highness Mother Nature itself.

Again I would refrain from quoting a personal experience and stick to popular literature instead.

Harry Potter (Obviously, it has got something on every subject)

Dumbledore made it quite clear that he had raised Harry as a pig for slaughter. As cruel as it may sound, it was necessary and the sacrifice had to be made. Imagine how it must have hurt the poor old man. Strong heart, he must have. Even the 17 year old boy who was on the verge of impending death understood this and was ready for it, he walked towards his end himself. He had been raised to be prepared for it. The means met its end

and he sustained.

That explains well how carrying out your plan at any cost will go in your favour. Plus it tells us that Dumbledore made smartass guesses.

Brisingr ( Inheritance Cycle )

To overthrow Galbatorix and establish the reign of peace among the races of Alagaesia.

Fight = inevitable

Blood and slaughter, those were the means. What then, when the ghosts of your victims haunt your night’s sleep? Can a potential threat, who had sworn fealty to your enemy, however against his will, be spared? Is taking that risk wise at the stake of your life, which by the way is the last hope of achieving your established goal? Kill the bastard.

But never lift a finger who are powerless over you. Eragon could not being himself to lift a finger against Sloan, the traitor.

If your end is justified, so is your means of achieving it. It must be remembered though, you must take a step out of line only if absolutely necessary.

Once you start doing things that are against the well defined principles, your guilt is sure to come. That guilt can drive you to insanity. In moments like those, remember what cause drove you towards your unruly task. If it still seems worth it, hold back your tears, loosen that knot in your chest and accept what you have done.

What has to be done should be done. Without any exceptions. Heartlessly, though thoughtfully.

In the name of THE GREATER GOOD.

Christmas @ mini Hogwarts

Merry Christ mas!

We’re having this big party and everyone’s here. I kinda expected this party to be wild but looking around I’m thinking, WHAT’S WRONG WITH THE WORLD!

In one corner is Mayu bhai discoursing on the philosophy of Christmas with a gang of followers from which I conveniently excused myself earlier.

Another corner is occupied by Adi with a gang of girls around him. He is holding a public reading of Harry Potter because for him it’s the same as Bible. In their midst in Anam di who is constantly tweeting live excerpts form the reading, oblivious to all the girls sitting around her, dreamy eyed.

Then there are Yencee and Shri, dueling, Rajnikant style.

Nc – Yanna Rascala!

Shri – Mind it!

And then they do a juggling sequence with their toy guns.

A separate group of girls have their heads bent together, obviously gossiping. They have Aakuh in the centre who emerges every few minutes for a – “awwh” or “eeeepp!” or jumping up and down clapping her hands frantically.

Obviously we have Nik and Rahul in a heated debate about which gang of girls to approach first by counting the number of blonde heads. Probably discussing tactics and pickup lines and all too.

Priyansh can be seen playing Gobstones (pebbles) with his friends, cracking PJs frequently and mistaking the SHUT-UP-OR-I’LL-AVEDA-KEDAVRA-YOU stares as looks of admiration.

Pooja can be seen playing with her dolls, that little chick. She is pestering her brothers to hold a doll each and help her with making up a nice doll-marriage story.

I and Rutaba were piling up stink pellets and dungbombs and plotting SIRIUSLY as to who is gonna be out next target while eyeing Nipun meaningfully all the time.

And at last, at long long last! There was the doorbell. SANTA! Both the gangs of girls rushed past me for chocolates pushing me into the now empty space beside Adi. Bitches.

And I did get my sweet revenge eventually. Guess what, NO CHOCOLATES! HA! By now you might have guessed the identity of Santa- Rohit! The girls sighed “hmn” collectively to which Ro just sighed and asked for something to eat.

That was that. It ignited Shri’s temper. For those who know him, you will realize how special it is. He launched at Ro swearing loudly in a language only Yencee could understand. We got to witness a very amusing fistfight between an overstuffed Santa and lean little Shri.

(“Mahn, food is such a driving force! You see since millions of years this has been the law of nature….”, droned on Mayu bhai to anyone who would listen.

The fight continued into the night with people betting on how much stuffing could Shri beat out of Santa. (I went home with my pockets considerably heavier as I bet on Shri winning the duel. I always had faith in my unkil.)

By the end we almost died laughing. Atleast now we had finally emerged out of our own separate worlds and come together to celebrate, thanks to Shri.

Now that we had died laughing, it must put an end to the story.

!Merry Christmas!

And a Happy New Year.

Unmasked

Does everyone wear a mask?

Yes, I do

And not just one at it

A new one for each person I meet

It’s because I don’t want them to know me

Until I permit them to

Until I’m sure the knowledge lies in safe hands

You may remember my status not long ago

To know who you are without any delusions or sympathy is a moment of revelation that no one survives unscathed. Some have been driven to madness by the stark reality. Most try to forget it. But as much as it gives another power, so you may gain power over yourself, if the truth doesn’t break you.

The concept of masks is best explained by sir Paulini in this book (unintentionally?)

He says that a Rider has 2 names. One is his real name and the other is the one with which others know him. The real name is hidden, even from himself. It is only after an enormous amount of deliberation can he know his own reality. Only few have the courage to undergo this deliberation. Even fewer survive it.

The knowledge of your reality has the power to destroy you. Do you really consider it wise to vest it in unworthy hands? Or in any hands for that matter? Because, in a moment, intentionally or not, they may completely destroy you.

Taking the risk of revealing yourself is sheer stupidity. The mask gives you the confidence of survival. The mask can be altered. The mask is convenient.

We ourselves must master the skill of controlling our masks. The act of thinking and the precision of execution is a step towards invulnerability. When none can guess, none can predict, none can conquer. Basically, you need to be a good Occlumens. Shut your mind and shut your mouth. For your own safety.

You may argue, what about trust? If we trust someone with our lives, surely we can trust them with our identity.

Not quite. When you yourself are unlikely to survive the encounter, how can you expect another to handle it well? It’s just too much information.

The mask, although may slip. It’s acceptable. Just an inch or so, to reveal your eyes. Eyes are the biggest giveaway. Eyes are the epitome of all that it true. Not even an accomplished liar can control their activity.

Now while you ponder over this stuff I will go design myself another mask. Now I hope my brother, I answered you well.