Love ain’t outside

Love isn’t outside. You can’t waltz into park to find it. 

Nor can you find it in movies or music. 

It’s in each of us. 

It’s in the kid with the smile. 

It’s with the dog that scares you. 

Love is within us…

Sadly, we search outside. 

In an incessant effort. 

Alas, it strikes us in our foreheads. 

But, we’re busy with life. 

Or, something we call life. 

All the cry. 

The drama. 

For what?

It ain’t worth spreading hate…

Spread love … Or stand still

Fragile little egos seek a safe spot. 

Sadly it’s not in love. 

That’s within us…

How does it feel? To be on your own?

Tinder. OkCupid. Twoo. Meetup. There are more such dating apps. Tried them all. But, do they deliver?

When all you need is a real friend. Facebook comes along and chugs your time. Giving you suggestions on who you might know. What can you do? You give them a request. Wait sometime for them to accept or ignore it. How do you move further?

This article – flat out in’t going to sell anything. No. Not even review one app over the other. Rather, let’s debate if all the social media has brought us together.

Knowing someone beyond the artificial camouflage of corporate and social persona. Can one really understand the desires and dreams of another.

Don’t you even try?
I have been a loner. All my life.
i have tried yes

Multiple times. To mingle. To be part of a group.
But, legend has it – I’m not so social.

Reason?

I’m wired different.

Asperger’s isn’t something you age out of.

Where do I seek a safe place then?

Books. Movies. And Music.

Whenever I feel the tinge of love.

I play

The song has a soothing tone to it.

calming my nerves down.

Like someone’s caring enough to ask me…

How do you feel??

How do you feel???? To be on your own??

Like a rolling Stone!!!!

More drama of an aspie

In an attempt to open up myself further. I confess. Haven’t had a girl friend in a long while. Strictly due to my social awkwardness.

It’s easy for me to get used to my idiosyncrasies. But strangers find it appalling. Once I explain my situation, some consider the authenticity of it.

Others, as afraid as I to step out of the comfortzone – judge. Ive been ostracised a many times. Purely coz of my lack of social skills.

My anxiuos self doesn’t quite perceive reality as it is.

People take the morale high ground. Can’t see the beauty in differences. One in a million can see me for who I truly am.

And, you guys can see only a thin layer of me. A very trimmed down, grammatically fixed version of me.

Everyone requires someone to bond with. If you don’t got your support system, then you’ll be struggling with loneliness.

As I do.

Aspies have a tough sell in the work space

Well, being a writer is hard enough. When all you care to write is fiction, philosophy and occasional poetry; they ask non-fiction of you.

Forget about peace when you are in a startup. Asperger’s or aspies for short is a tough condition to fight it out.

Starups vary in kind. There are two. One Apple like. Others. Some are tough to get adapted to like Tesla. Some are a walk in the park, or a cake walk. Whichever is easier.

Startups are always figuring out the best workflow. Most of their time and energy is spent on keeping the workers occupied. Which is a layman’s approach. Instead if half the time were to be spent on minimizing expenditure, voila!

Nammalvar the great agricultural scientist would say the same. To reduce loss, avoid over-expenditure.

And, the combination of introverts and extroverts.

The play of ego is a sad one. Standing in between you and the young ones. What everyone loves and hates about the young ones is simple. We were awesome in that age, and aren’t anymore.

There is never ever a lack of drama, when you throw in people from various backgrounds. Put them all in a little umbrella. Name it cute.

‘ Hi cute!

We’re gonna destroy you from the inside. ‘

Make a faux pas and you’ll be branded with that image. Because human minds are that idiotic. Make a zillion beautiful things – nah!

“We’d like to belittle you for that one little mistake you made.

It is a reminder that we are all better than you. “

fuck all extroverts

the future belongs to the introverts

 

A dream of a life that’s fleeting

I hate dreams. I hate it’s imposing truth. The verisimilitudeness. I hate it how it scrounges all my inner desire and disturbs the illusory calm that I ever try to obtain.

What has happened?

Well she has aged for once. So was I. And, this time she has really matured. How can I tell? She confounded in me. Her love for me the very first time in the most serene and surreal moments of all my dreams.

Does it suffice to have a vicarious love story that’s spun by my subconscious?

Like Nolan ask I – ‘who are you to say which is which?’

For even dreams have the hiccups of reality. I couldn’t take her on a ride. As we strolled together the corridors of our school. My heart didn’t race, my legs didn’t tremble. Somehow I knew we belong together. Yet, I was a little ill prepared to handle it so cool. On the way to seek her friend some help, we separated. Only to reunite moments later, her warm scolding embrace. This very scene I’m trying expound has been on my mind ever since I have laid eyes on her. A man is lucky to have a women who hurts with love.

She has taken her time to choose. I don’t blame her for hesitating the first time around. If not for her doubt. If not for the pain that we endured. We mustn’t have come to such a place of strength and inner peace.

Now I tremble, for she lives in these very words and I mustn’t take her for granted. I’m gladder still, for she shows up rarely – in this blog and even in my mind. But her presence is felt, the essence of her sublime demeanor.

LiFE skillz

So, you think you’re done.

Ready to give up on life.

No more you say.

No more pain.

No more gloom.

It’s been rather rough.

Fuck that shit.

Fuck Pride.

Do more.

Get hit and bounce back.

Fuck people.

Fuck recognition.

Fuck society.

You are awesome as you are.

And you can be a lot more.

Believe that shit.

Rewire your brain.

Reconnect your mind with your heart.

Do what you love.

Life’s to be lived.

Not measured by accolades.

Fuck money.

Don’t chase money like it’s happiness.

Get high on positivity.

Do shit that makes people cry.

Do shit that makes people laugh and brim with jealousy.

Do a lot more that makes you wanna live.

 Shakespeare asked long’,
To be or not to be?

Be.

Be you.

& Be more.

Life is journey & not a destination.
There’s no pacing.
It ain’t no racing

Just move.

Stay and you die.

Keep moving.

Keep moving.

And, Keep moving forward.

A step is all you need.

Start with what you have.

Do what you can.

But remember – change is all you need.

Change is all there is.

Change your mind.

So that you can change the world.

Crazy enough are the one’s able enough.

Be the change.

And see the change.

Live it your way.

Make your own path.

Keep on treading.

Make room for more in your heart.

Be the change.

Be.

Vanity a rarity

​No, I don’t think I’m the best. It’s just that it annoys me heavily, when people don’t pay respect to my efforts.

Say that it’s not working, I’ll agree with  you. If you provide me an interesting solution to solve it, I’ll welcome with open arms. Instead, if you proceed to rewrite or edit my words without my consent, but a vehemence of self righteousness and belittling comments, be glad that I don’t stick a knife in your throat.

I don’t question your sexual, religious or racial identity. I respect it or ignore it for pretence of being professional. You question my intelligence by questioning my material. If you make a claim, better make a viable one. Else, you’ve put blood on my hands; yours.

Mindfulness is Happiness

My previous post, which was in truth a spur of the moment Facebook wordage. I was just rubbing off of a friends post on humanity and its future. 

I try, time and again to inculcate to my dear readers – the power of now. 

Often times we’re lost in non-thought. I was the opposite, used to sit where I can and be lost light years from my body. 

Also, was I a victim to rash and unmindful behaviour. It was anxiety, mind fog & brain farts – joining hands like the avengers against my consciousness, as if it was the justice league. 

With a lot of help from family and a few friends I’m a little less depressed. Waiting to carpediem. 

But, our society and its not so kind advocates aren’t that forgetful, when it comes to a common man. The fight of a common man is almost against his fellow common men as it is against the system. As they are almost synonymous. We are not part of society, we are society says Jiddu Krishnamurti. 

Möbius strip, or the virtue of being stuck in a routine…

I failed to teach my brothers the importance of compassion.

In the course of it, I lost it.

So we do – do as I say & not as I do.

We’re doomed to life, in the prison of time.

And, here I am faking a rhyme.

Smile and bring a positive change.

Refrain pushing people to their past,

When and where is it? So estrange(d)

It’s time to live in this moment,

for it is the present,

Much ado on a comment by a moral police; on a mostly fake review.

This is not a movie review, or critique.   Sprinkles of digression is mandatory to the post. Have a taste of my ADHD : )

Please stay away and don’t read beyond this point, if you’re a kid, pussy or a retard. As this is intended for mature humans, with functioning prefrontal cortex. If you’re insulted by now, it means you have a fragile ego. STAY AWAY. Or grow a pair.

I’ve been hearing rumors on how bad the film Kaatru Veliyiday is. To be frank, I was tickled by the title. Sounded like a fart joke to me.

But, this post is beyond that. I adore that audiences voice their opinion about the movies. I feel a sense of bliss when they demystify the screen heroes; which is selective, and there’s a long way to go. Yet, the point here I want to discuss is the reasoning that they can come up with.

The general screen staring populace can’t really see the exact failures in the techniques of storytelling. Thus, they beat around the bush. “It’s bad, it’s really bad.” But why?

Because they couldn’t connect with the story. As an audience you can share your experience of the movie. But don’t kid yourself by thinking you opinion will change an iota of the filmmakers perspective. They take this rare opportunity of a well-known filmmaker’s decline to teach him the ingredients of a good film. More than that, they preach on what effects such film will have on the youth. If so, Rang De Basanti?

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We have arrived at a critical junction. Here things get a little complicated. The peer filmmakers who darn well knows that a film sucks, will never admit it. Karthik Subburaj has said the film is good. Now, the corrupted people we are – are inclined to think: “is he telling the truth, backing up his idol, or is he simply grabbing an opportunity to create a discussion.”

Whatever the case, it’s futile. For, the film is made, released and not well received.

Now, let’s discuss the mundane logic of why the audience hate the film. One guy uses Kaarthik’s post to share his caring voice on the future spoilable youth. His opinion is that by seeing characters in a living together relationship, the fad can catch on. He even further goes on to demoralize such behavior even in screens, saying it’s wrong. He is wrong on naming it wrong, as the govt thinks otherwise.

Premarital sex and failure in the relationship after pregnancy are criticized by this moral police. I just couldn’t help but wonder, why he didn’t say anything about the women in such relationships. Was she raped? No. Then what the heck is your business if they have sex on the rooftop or the balcony?

A piece of my mind to such moral polices, lining up for jobs in RSS:

“Men and women can and will have sexual relations irrespective of your unfaithful religious load of crap. Sex is a biological need, it goes beyond logic and immature laws. It’s just fucking overrated as Maddona’s sagging tits. “

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He simply states it’s wrong, and even further goes on to say that “cinema is a pure art that can reach the masses. If one can’t make good movies one has to stop.”  What a load of bull. A filmmaker will shoot, edit and create whatever he sees fit. If you can’t wrap your head around it, don’t buy the darn ticket.