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The Conversation

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A : what do you feel?                                                B : pain. A : why? B : Because it hurts. A : Do you have a remedy? B:  Yes. Quit it! A : What is "it" ? B : Life. A : Are you sure? B : No. In a dilemma. A : what are you unsure about? B : The consequences. A : The consequences of you quitting it, huh? B : Yes. Can you clarify? A : Well, for starters, we both won't be conversing. And, the light in you would be out.     And you in you would be out of you. You will be light. The others will still be heavy. B : Sounds exciting. What about the pain? A : The pain, I can't say about it. I'm forbidden to. B : Why? Of all the wisest, why you? A : Because, maybe, I was designed to mislead the confused. B : Where do you mislead them to ? A : A New World. A New Beginning. B : Is that a better world? A : A lot be...
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The Journey of Love

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A movie with no hope in the beginning turns out to be the trigger for this post or write-up or article (depending upon where I tend to publish this). The name is Pyaar prema kadhal (meaning love in all the languages); Like an elixir churned out from the magical pot, love never ceases to amaze us, even after turning out to be the concept of at least a hundred thousand movies, worldwide. So how did love survive through various periods, from the stone age through the king’s rule and the renaissance era to the modern world, we now inhabit-ate?   How did we discover its sheer magic or invent its vast potential? What were the sacrifices we had to pay to alter its course through the carved out path, which we later named as culture? What made us to classify the people which are the roots of the evil of our present system?(Rich-poor, caste, Religion, Region, Race, Nation, even Gender!) The law of the majority - isn't it a curse? Now lets take a detour of ...
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Inebriated

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Hanging by the watch's minute hand, we were exploring our own land; Too slowly crawled the clock, Our brains were fixed in a block; The state of steadiness measured in terms of pegs, we flew around with wings pinned to our legs; Out came the words from the inside, that crenelated the heart in vitro quite wide; From dumb to a chatter box, cowardice to courage, this OH-fluid made our neurones outrage; Our souls confessed our sins kneeling down, Yet our exterior dressed in the mask of a clown; We see an aureole around every face, bcoz the Inner God emerges out from the surface; We let ourselves ruled by the uninhibited subconscious, and slaughter our cruel inhibited conscious;
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Do these count??

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Of the music, the purest, Betwixt the souls, the rarest, The spell of scintillating silence. To hurt, do I've the license? To coagulate,I nipped the bud, To hire peace in the bed. The dead dreams, of my sight, Now I wonder whether its right? When I see you, let me be blind! I don't wish my heart to grind! From the inside of my head, I hear two, of which I am confused which is true? The bleed is now indocile. I am sick of being a missile, that penetrates other's leaf. Do these sins count to my life?
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Alone...

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“Why don’t you just leave me alone?” he screamed and banged the door shut with a rage that’s killing him cell by cell, tissue by tissue, blood to bones, blood to brain. He is already half dead. A dying dead. Pissed off with things going around him and his life, he dived into his bed desperately trying to reconnoiter his mind, trying to discover something which he had forgotten for some months now, the sleep! He began his usual dose of talking with the God. Someone who happen to peep into his room accidentally would certainly call a mental health physician for help. But, in real, he is not the one who needs the care. Maybe the world, which is smothering his nostrils, choking his lungs, restraining his heart, obstructing his brain that belonged to the next generation, need special mental care. He was simple. The world made him complicated and then cursed his complicacy. “That’s how this planet functions…isn’t it?” he asked. There was no reply. “Why shouldn’t I come with y...
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Originality = Eccentricity

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Two friends standing in the pathway to the library and I have to pass them if I wanna get to the reading hall .. They chat among themselves and sip their half tea in a small plastic cup .. I have seen them now and they have seen me .. I make an effort to smile at them and my facial muscles fail to coordinate with my brain and my face end up in a bizzare expression which none can name .. I gaze at them as though I have never known them .. They are familiar with me and no enmity exists between them and me . Then why did my behavioral instincts fail ?? I feel that question is not apt bcoz I never owned those instincts !! I and my college mates meet every day and yet I rarely talk to them .. I have been reserved to my circle of friends to whom I talk , crack jokes , sing , play and do whatever I wish .. When someone infiltrates my fortress , I get inhibited a lot and remain merely as a dumbo .. I hate to be in such a situation .. why didnt I develop those social skills of communicatio...
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