Each and every breath we take we are slowly moving towards death. Death is something inevitable so complete… the end of our existence. After that nothing will matter. Love, hatred nothing will exist. People want to live on through their progeny or want to stay alive in the hearts of people who will remember them for some great thing that they did. I don’t want that. It simply does not matter to me. Actually nothing matters to me any more. Everything I see around me is a lie. Nothing really matters here. There is evil inside us. The root of evil is human mind. There is evil inside me too. Sometimes I can feel it. Everything that we see, touch we destroy it.

Everyday each one of us sees some picture of a black little boy posted in facebook begging or dying of hunger. We pity them. We feel bad for them. Why? At least he is better of than the rest of us wasting our time on facebook, chatting… at least he is getting some reality. At least he is trying to be alive. We are already dead. When was the last time you felt really good about being yourself? ‘Yourself’ … does it exist anymore? Who are you? We are all the same. A herd of stupid cattle led by a stupider dog. Our whole attention is focussed on how to be cool and desirable in front of others. Would you ever fall in love with yourself? Everyone I look and see. Everyone is the same. Girls dressing up and being stupid just to get guys attention. And guys all with same hairstyles, wearing cool tees drinking, partying and thinking themselves to be the bosses of their lives.

When was the last time you looked outside saw a tree and felt amazed at how big and old it was? Or perhaps saw a beautiful sight and you were so mesmerized that you didn’t think of taking a photo and putting it on display to show the world. I hate it. I hate sharing anything with this world. Everything I have shared have been twisted into something it is not. Look outside your laptop screen. Look outside that expensive phone you carry. We are killing everything around us. Moreover we are killing ourselves. We measure our worth with amount of money we earn, measure beauty by how fashionable we look. Sometimes just see beyond it. We are told to feel sorry for beggars so we do. We go to orphanages and try to spend time with kids we feel sorry for. Don’t feel sorry. Maybe its way better than your life. At least they are not hooked to inanimate objects which tell them how to feel, how to dress, whom to love or how to behave. Think. Sometimes just stop and think.

You will get this chance at life only once. And every moment you are trudging towards your end. Don’t be that fake and stupid person anymore. Wake up. And live. You know that television is also known as the “idiot box”? Then think what we can name social media and those enormous applications we spend our time indulging in? With social media and chats we have created a world of illusion and we live inside it. Compete inside it. We don’t even get a chance at real life! Snap out of it! And live the moments you have. Do what you want to do! Go out dress like a pauper and laugh at all those who laugh at you. See around you…not people but see this earth. Fall in love with it. Don’t be herded by an insolent dog. Run away! See things never seen before. Do things never done before. Create something before you die.



I wrote this many days back…

Life is so strange sometimes. People say do what you feel like. Fairy tales and all the lessons from our childhood teach us to do what is right. But sometimes life cannot be simplified down to rules and “right” and “wrong”. A point of time comes that the right thing to do causes more pain and hurt than the wrong thing and you can never be sure whether it is the right thing or not. I guess that is the time when we realise we have grown up.

Life is so similar to a game of chess. One move among thousands of moves changes it into something completely new, never before explored. And you are left all alone to take your decisions and make new strategies. Only if winning and losing could be defined so easily in life. What are the set of rules? Who defines them? You play with your own rules. Who is the opponent? What do we play for?

Sometimes one thing gives warmth to your heart. It feels so beautiful so natural to let yourself drown in that warmth. You bathe in its sunshine, it is the only thing missing in your life, the miracle and you feel complete, happy. Then even before you realize you are fighting, with the world, with yourself just to make it stay. Is that wrong? To want something to last forever? Then the next moment you are licking your wounds, thinking how stupid you were not to realize how impractical everything was. You realize it was “wrong”. So which one is right? Before the impractical you or now these “practical” rules? If everyone defines their own set of rules who judges which one is practical? Assuming we are happy or sad or right or wrong by our own feelings, how do you differentiate the “impracticality” from the “practical” when the impractical feelings were also felt so much, maybe even more than the practical ones?  Which is real then? This doesn’t make any sense does it? Does life?

Days pass by culminating into months. The mind seeks the impractical, the stupid thing. Taking morsels of the present it builds its own web combining the present, past and the future. Lost in the thick sticky web I can’t differentiate the present any more. The whirlwind of the impractical and real, the right and the wrong blinds me. The mind slowly approaches like a giant spider playing with its prey. I give in.