Ignoring Ignorance

Have been trying to access the Internet through the common building Wi-fi.And no way on Earth,am I going to miss telling you how badly it works.It is disgusting that the speed with which the blue search circle is moving on the Facebook and Gmail tabs which are desperately trying to open on my Laptop.It has been 40 minutes and these two are still busy revolving with the same pace making me an utterly jobless nincompoop waiting for the even more dimwitted websites to open.

At times I wonder why am I even paying to live in an acommodation where the promised facilities are not being provided?The dumb and cowardly concept of staying quiet and speaking anti what is wrong comes in handy everytime.Hello ignorance!

Let's ignore it even today.Ignorance is bliss.Why not hope high that it works tomorrow?Would it not be great fun to find the Internet working properly at an odd hour at one unexpected night of the year?Trust me it would be!

Life is all about such happy surprises.Getting what has been promised,on time,is so yesterday.Converse is the future.

Silence gives strength to the people who continue to charge us unreasonably.We retreat easily.

Devyani Khobragade was an Indian and underpaying her servant might have got her into trouble in the US but I am pretty sure that my landlord would get away with it even this time like he does every single time.No offence Devyani.

Breaking the fall

"With no-one wearing their real face

It's a whiteout of emotion

And I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall". 

#War

To the brittle bones,unable to break the fall,'Strong' is the word.

To the brittle bones,unable to break the fall,can 'Strong' be the word?

To the brittle bones,unable to break the fall,how can 'Strong' be the word?

The third sentence would make you question the relevance of the second sentence and 2nd,the first one.He is seeing tough times after a long gap of time.This is similar to the Kindergarten fear he had when he didn't get the diary signed for few consecutive days.That time passed.This too shall pass.

Insult and daily summons in the form of meetings break him from inside.What breaks him more is the the loneliness he feels sitting in the isolated corner he has become accustomed to now.He felt a bit warm today sitting on Roger's place.Help was 3 steps away in the form of a Christian girl who describes what kindness and intelligence can blend into.A beautiful mind.

The sprint ends tomorrow.And he is scared.

He wants his brittle bones to sustain and stick in there.

It's hard.

Meddling,snooping,nosy-parking

Saying that everyone on Earth watches Big Boss would be exaggeration maximization in it's best form.What if someone tells you that three of every four folks watch it and are crazily involved with it?Strange,how much we are interested in the lives of others.We love to see people laugh,cry,fight,quarrel,bicker and brawl.

Bizarrely,we won't ever have the time to look so intricately into our own lives let alone judge it,figure it out.What you think is wrong otherwise,becomes correct when you do it.Why do we become biased when it comes to us?

Pretending to be the Saint who himself ain't sure of ethics and morals.These questions don't have an answer.That is what a typical humane mind replies,but is that answer the correct one?Is it even worthy of being called valid?

Coming back to BB,I fall in the same category as you.However,my reasons of not watching it are entirely different this season and largely extract derivations from 'not being able' to do so.Also,I don't think, bearing to see my favorite contestants lose is any more my thing.No clue whether this 'my' thing is 'the' thing of people around.

Maybe.Maybe not.Who cares!Everyone loves to be a nosy-Parker.Minding own business is just too strenuous.

Blue color and the frivolities attached

Snoozing the alarm for an hour,that too,doing that after every 5 minutes could have got me really late for work.Dressing up panic-struck,has it's own cons.Just 5 minutes before I am about to leave,I accidentally or how should I put it,'extremely foolishly' drop the newly bought blue nail paint.I decide to leave it there on the floor for the maid to clean.However,it won't be incorrect to say,that I am not that guy who sleeps well,gets up early,exercises,dresses up presentably,doesn't panic,doesn't drop the classiest nailpaint and doesn't get late for work.Instead,I am the guy who would never fit in the definition of a idealistic individual.Much better,I am more of 'Idle' than 'Ideal'.

Long story short,I had to clean the mess myself. And the clearly visible blue blotches on the previously clean white marbled floor will tell you,how much I suck at everything.Nevertheless,I didn't get late for work,courtesy the cab which came late.

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Delight that a smile is.

It is strange how a smile can make someone's day.Is it wrong to say that your day didn't go well because you did not get the sublime smile you are accustomed to receiving each day?

Quite possible that we might not know what others feel about unasked smiles but nothing negative,is a surety.

Can u imagine the blank day when u didn't receive what u were expecting?

That!

No wonder I demand a broader grin as a well-deserved fringe benefit tomorrow and the days that follow onward.

You can let your smile change people but don't let the people change your smile.

Dull and melanchonic

A blank mind,Diwali due tomorrow,away from home,gooey and mushy Diwali videos buzzing the social news feed,missing out on a big day like the festival of lights.

A big celebration,a week of festivities,the joy,overcrowded markets,diyas,candles,shopping frenzy,clothes,dry-fruits,gifts,crackers and the Lakshmi Pooja.

A week away from home,family and loved ones,a week away from life.

What's Cookin?

At college,when counterparts used to mention cooking as a hobby,the image used to be 'Wow! That guy can cook'.Although,I also could cook basic food essentials like Maggi/tea/coffee which happen to comprise my evergreen *balanced diet*,never thought I am worthy enough to be called a cook.

Cooking has always meant being able to make dishes which are Mexican,American,Indonesian,other country's staples,anything but definitely nothing Indian.No!Not even Chinese.Everyone can get Schezwan noodles from around the corner,boil them,add silly taste-makers and gloat over being a Chinese chef.For heaven's sake,even I can cook Top Ramen,Yippie or the Atta noodles,but that does not make me a Chef.

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Cooking is an art.It is about bringing new twists to the same plain sandwich by trying new ingredients and sauces to make it taste better.Readying the same salad everyday with the same fruits and vegetables doesn't make cooking your hobby because you don't seem to love the possibilities that might make the food better.It's a task best left to Chefs who are qualified to create new combinations.

Still,I try hard to understand what lies behind people claiming how much they love cooking.On the contrary,the definition has it that getting something to eat,made with hands can be called cooking.

But is it so simple,yet shallow that it can be described in few words?

I think not.

The incomplete article

Writing begins with slight brooding,a small thought, generally a small sentence finding relevance in the world around.I write it down on phone or laptop.The plan,always is to elaborate and mould it such that it materializes into substantial content.80 percent times,the objective fails miserably.

It is exasperating that the strategy doesn't function after blogging the very first phrase of the very short sentence,one has in mind.Paragraph is a very big deal,the creativity doesn't shape up properly in the starting alone.

As a kid,it used to be easy to describe a small topic and detailing the intricacies,a cakewalk.Now,it is different.It is tiresome.

Has the mind become sluggish,dull and languid?

Of-course it has.

The question,however is,am I the only one suffering or somebody else too?

Till then,respect for the warmth with which you read my incomplete articles.

Reader's Choice

Reading something other than fiction can be stressful.Actually,it depends on choice.I can't digest non-fiction if it is more than one page.It is not boring,yet not too invigorating.It is still better to read a proportionate mix of fiction and non-fiction.Paulo Coelho,adept at creating such reading material,is very deep.If one strenuously,understands and goes by his words,the world creates a new definition for itself.

Although dull,as 'I' particularly like to call them,the philosophies,autobiographies,journals have the potential togrow our brain,present us with fresh perspectives and make us well-acquainted with depth.

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Being 'so'-aware of how good,the things we dislike are,we turn a blind-eye to what is important.Is that what human nature is all about?Being aware of what is correct and still going on to do the incorrect thing?

Having said that,I am still not sure whether I'll even consider reading anything apart from fiction.

No offence anybody.

Is it cold?

The point behind writing 'Snippets' is to write regularly,and if possible,everyday.The world looks stagnant.The weather's getting cold.Carrying a stole has become a must.Fans are no longer operational.It is turning cold.

Mid October and it's hard to get out of bed.It's gloomy and dormant.Running less on hope and awaiting a miracle that might elongate the stay back here.The deciding day has materialized.The last month has toppled the world upside-down.The monotony has been overcome by daily summons.Input was provided.The quality could have been better even though perfection is a myth.

One doesn't have much in hands.It's tough here.Cloaked in cozy cocoons,we've let the time pass.Now,the cloaks are not here.They have disappeared like the spilling water out of a fallen glass.There,but not meant for you.

It looks cold.

Is it cold?

Or is it another insightful mind,fantasizing?

Before The Big Transition

Suzzane has just come out of High School.She survives on her parents' money.She wants a job now.Though her parents are nothing like the others,they want her to just enjoy life.She looks at the professionals and feels intrigued by their opulent lifestyle.She wants to be like them.She gets selected for a job opportunity in a distant land,a foreign country.She is asked to join within a lead time of three days.

All she feels now is tension,stress,anticipation and apprehension.Things were not supposed to happen like this.Time was travelling faster. In a hurry she dropped a letter at the firm's address asking for more details and a legal notice.She wakes up next morning to no reply.

Her first step to a corporate world appeared colored in grey.The day passed with anxiety.Familiar things were becoming unfamiliar.Entangling fierce thoughts,she was overwhelmed with a fury of emotions. She called her would be employers and asked them of their whereabouts.She was shy but had to ask what was transpiring.They gave her a few details and asked her to follow etiquettes.

 She was supposedly asked to join in two days and still was unclear of what had to be done.She cursed herself for calling them.Had she been more patient,she would not have got the spanking.

                   

                                        

As children, we all have remained too protected.Once somebody decides to step out,the reality is different.Suzzane had not even stepped out of her house yet,still the world was being cruel to her.Won't such incidents make her weak?Is it not the responsibility of the employers to be a little kind to the people who would be working for them?

Smooth transition of a fresher into the corporate world should be a pro for both the employee and the employer.No matter how mature one grows,kindness must come handy in times of distress.Maybe the fault was Suzzane's too but a different kind of response from the organization could have made things better and simpler.

Figuring Life

Apparently it seems like everyone has found the correct path in life-Studies,job or marriage.Everyone knows what is right for them.Their priorities are well-drawn and focus drives their soul.They won't accept it but they are the lucky ones.Few say they are passionate and love work.No offence,I like such people.What i fail to understand is whether the ones left out are worthless.Everyone is trying to figure out life.Some have done that already while some are trying hard to.Does that make them detestable?I don't want to comment on how others react to them but i know they themselves are living in denial.That denial  might not necessarily be explicit.