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The Diabolique Saint

The world will break your heart infinite times to the end of day. And that’s guaranteed.

And I can’t begin to explain why that happens. The craziness that creeps inside me or anybody else is beyond my reasoning ability.

But I guess I have learnt one thing: never lose hope.

If we try a little harder, we all have that one shot at a silver lining. Well and that’s how life is.

Pause, pause. That’s a relevant thing I wrote up there but by any chance if you are thinking this is some crazy old shit then hold on because there’s more to come.

This is about my life or anybody else’s. To avoid any circumstantial controversies let me talk about the person that resides in me.

As I see it this person is a saint.

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Well he is not the typical happy go lucky fellow. Because that happy-go –lucky term is often exaggerated and most often seen in the fancy Bollywood movies where the happy charm is inadvertently incorporated at the end to let us commoners dwell in illusion that our life is no different from that man from the movie. Pheww…I had to get that out.

So let me talk about the person that we, or to be more precise, I, can relate to.

Having born and brought up abiding to the social norms of our culture I believe I am a very genuine person willing to do good for the society, family, friends, poor, government, and what not.

But this feel good factor is only a veil to hide the atrocious behavior of our devilish nature.

So where to start? Where this I-am-so-good notion did develop in our minds

Let us see. This saintly person I am talking of loves his family, he’s got some amazing friends, he loves with passion, he is truly committed to his work, he is fun, he is adorable and to be very honest he is purely delusional. Because he is not real. Because it’s in my mind. It’s in all our minds to project the good side of our selves so that we linger in this feel good limbo.

We all believe we are saints, true to the nature of every human being who thinks they are always right because we all have that alter ego inside. And that’s where the term delusional fits in so well.

Delusional: an idiosyncratic belief or impression that is firmly maintained despite being contradicted by what is generally accepted as reality.

So where did I go wrong? What should I term myself to be at peace with my real self? I always feel happy thinking I am doing everything alright, but am I?

I have wronged my family many a times, I have cheated my friends on numerous occasions, I have double dated with the love of my life, I have been rude, I have committed sins I can never forget so who am I??How can I be the saintly person I always think myself to be or am I plain diabolique??

Sometimes I smile wondering how some words hold such a powerful chord in the strings of our life.

Diabolique…the word means pure evil yet how beautiful it sounds.

There you go another saintly character to search for positives in the most devilish moments.

The answer lies right there if we delve a little deeper.

I am confused. I am being pragmatic and I wish to resolve the conflict within myself.

I am downright charming yet stupid, I am innocent yet have used it for my own selfish needs, I am soft spoken yet aggressive, elegant yet abrasive, ruthless yet a romantic.

To be honest it would be an uncanny battle of my own self if I go on pondering upon the true nature that I dwell in.

There is no pure saint. We all do good I agree but there lurks that irresistible urge to do evil inside each and one of us. We all have the devil inside, and I believe it has a slight edge over our instincts but hey we still live.

Following the social norms of our society, putting up a fake smile whenever we are sad, try to make someone laugh in their plight of sorrow, pull ourselves back from the dreads of failure, we win and show off cause we deserve to, every day we successfully put on the veil of good over bad, and we live and we are happy, it will always be an eternal struggle of one’s own self to do something good after numerous bads so that at the end of the day we can be at peace with ourselves. We do evil and we also do good. We all have that saint inside us which balances the ever looming devil.

I let go a mirth of laughter as I justify the first few lines of this article.’ HOPE’ it’s an extraordinary tool. We all hope that at the end of the day no matter how evil how satanic we all have been, we seek the saint inside us.

I have a few lines as I retort to peace on having come to a bemused conclusion:

“That which we are…we are…

With equal tempers and heroic hearts…

Made weak by time and fate…

But strong in will, to strive to seek to find and never to yield…”

And there you go. I came across my true self. Neither a pure saint nor a complete devil. We all have this person inside us whom we often chose to ignore, and it gives me peace to give it an acceptable name. “The Diabolique Saint”.
chess saint

Some Nights…

All nights are not the same, all nights you don’t get the same cheery dreamy eyes or a blissful night sleep. Some nights you are just empty, drifting away into a sea of thoughts, lost in your memory searching for reasons of your existence and condemning yourself with all that you’ve got. We all have been there. Some of us are there tonight, some of us were yesterday and some will be there tomorrow. Whatever we feel in these nights is entirely not the truth but these nights help us realising various facets of our life.

In these nights as time passes by everything seems wrong in our lives. You dive into your mind and you find no “real” friends. You want to convince yourself that you are not alone. And in the process you end up texting all the important persons in your contact list. But this is not an ordinary night, is it? As not expected, no one replies. Even if a few do, no one even gets the basic hint of the pain you are in. - Read More -

Someone just blabbers away their day’s achievements while someone ends up giving you one word replies. So? After the futile attempt of establishing connection you get back to square one. No “real” Friends.

After this starts a series of flashbacks. You think about every rude thing anyone has said to you and with every hit your heart sinks a foot lower. You feel guilty, cheated and obviously all alone in this whole wide world. You think of the person that once said “Baby, I will never forget to tell you anything”, now doesn’t even care to tell she found her long lost love. The person who told “I am so addicted that I can’t live a minute without you” hasn’t spoken since the past three months. Someone who had said “Dude, You will be the first to see my girlfriend” has not yet informed even after their first anniversary. Friends have gone, people have changed. Family seems foreign, you don’t want to talk with anyone. Reason? “They won’t understand. They never do.” Without your realisation, your eyes get wet and remain so till you drift off to sleep.

These “Nights” teach us many things. They are basically the “Reality Checks” for our “Dreamy lives”. No one’s life is perfect. Yours is not too. People will change, situations will make them to. But life goes on, for basically two things: A few friends and Something that always remain constant, The Family. The ones that appear not understanding us remain right from the time we stand on our tiny little feet till the time we fall off them. And Yes Friends go, but a few of them stay. And our life is a hell lot better because of them. These “nights” make us feel “alone”, just to realise the importance of those few who stay…

Love your family,

And the friends who matter.

As they’re only ones who,

Will remember you after.

Life,Love,Friends,Family

Evil!

The bad, The worse or The worst? You say anything and everything which is beyond your level of tolerance as evil. Don’t you?? Your soul mate after promising years of togetherness, suddenly turns evil after a break up. Your best friend suddenly turns evil when your crush falls for him. How? Why? Perception. Anything good or evil depends on how you perceive.

Something which may be evil for you may be worshiped by someone. The thief who robbed the bank yesterday may have his daughter admitted for a kidney transplant. The man who robbed you of your golden chain may have his wife on gunpoint for repaying old loans. The guy who pick pocketed your purse may have two daughters starving at home, and he being an illiterate jobless has no other option. The naxalite who created terrorism may have been forced to believe that the government was the alien invaders to his homeland, from the very beginning of his childhood. The young gunman who killed an entire police fleet may be taking revenge of his mother being raped in a closed barred room by uniformed officers. - Read More -

Maybe someone who hurt, didn’t want to, but had no other alternative.

Evil cannot be eliminated, no. You can never ‘stop’ terrorism, robbery, killings, bombings etc. As long there is good, there will be evil. Why? because the good persons will always have someone or the other who doesn’t think like them, act like them And the person hence forth becomes “Evil”. And the fight continues, good over evil, evil over good. The one that emerges victorious becomes the new good. The other goes back to being evil.

Few days ago, the famous indian festival went by, named “Dussehra”. Celebrated for victory of good over evil this festival marks the beginning of a new year of goodness over evilness. Really?? But the evil is still out there. There are people who still need to be brought to the right path. Do you notice every year when the “Raavan” is burnt, it is smiling, as if mocking us of the evil in us, the evil we would show if situations arise, the evil which actually eats us inside out! There’s so much evil that we burn it every year, still it stands up smiling, tall, ten headed, basking in the glory of flames, burnt only to rise up again , the very next year, the very same day! You wanna kill evil? Kill that’s in you. And if you believe in supreme power, believe in him, he will take care of the rest!

Good N Evil

Be smart, be kind,
Think rationally with your mind.
Avoid fast decisions, for they are wrong,
Learn to forgive, not fighting along.
Do your own part, leave the rest to one who’s above,
All i wanna say is, make peace and make love!

 

And to the thugs, double headed people, gnawing worms that feed on grief of others, The world is changing guys, so stop smiling coz its time, to burn, and you’re up next!

Signing off till some other time, a wacky crazybrain! ;)

~d Hated ‘Luve Story’~

Discretionary Disclaimer: The characters, places, events depicted in this Hated ‘Luve Story’ is purely fictional which is based on non fictional incidences & thoughts. Any resemblance to any such characters, places, events, fantasized or desired relationships has to be purely coincidental.

As such nothing censored or even adult explicit content is incorporated or referred while scripting this ‘story’; so simply recommending & advising the readers to just fall in ‘Luve with words’ instead of just struggling to find & relate to any hidden meaning behind the ‘words’.

~episOde twO~

 So having entered & started with the ‘relationship’; getting along further without any preconceived notions or misunderstandings & even bleak incidences. There are some things, needless to mention specifically, maybe subjective yet countless; which need not be experienced, understood & grasped at the very first hand. Still even after counting with several experiences & years of age completed; no one can proficiently surpass with excellence to dig into the crust of successful ‘Luve Stories’.

The logic & theme behind ‘Men are from Mars & Women are from Venus’; although unclear about the perceptions & perseverance; needs an adjusting & adaptive nature & approach towards each other most of the times; instead of merely stretching beyond the feasible limits. Its really unfortunate & even brain storming to revert back on ‘interrogative conversation’ especially for the bachelors about “Happy being single??; & in contrast; investigating for split-up options for happily engaged ones over petty stuffs & gossips. - Read More -

The twist & turns in relationships; especially a ‘Luve Story’, seems to have the ‘couple’ riding on a roller coaster with unstoppable ups & downs. Just as like arranging direct & indirect ‘settings’ to set the ‘Luve Story’ from either sides; several expensive or simply cost effective attempts to impress that ‘someone very special one’. Fuelling the engine of the ‘Luve Story’ to gear up & accelerate (financially, status power, recognition, feelings, moral values & at times just nothing) to run it smoothly & safely & avoiding accidental accidents. After such roller coaster rides; settling the petty matters & issues, in the story to leave imprints & scratches & just moving on…….For time being with the memories, classic & special moments cherished…….With some other one gradually….or instead living alone like a freebird.

At least, one has to have a sensible & rational essence of not wasting important years over ‘someone very special’ in pretext of waiting to propose, impress, arranging full proof settings, recovering the innocent heart from rejection & even the fear of rejection & hell damn activities & even at cost of life, which are instead required for building a fruitful foundational base & productive milestones for the life ahead. The ‘Cupid’ has keenly observed through his task for having that ‘someone very special’ that will presumably make the ‘other one’ feel ‘alive’ after a tiresome action packed day’s schedule.

That very first crush at an early age, advancing to infatuation & attraction & finally blooming into Luve. Later unusual breakup & patch ups & consequent flexible & fluctuating relationship & its disastrous consequences. Having come to an end of this article; & not the ‘Luve Story’ & even the stock of arrows of the ‘Cupid’; who is still having ample of arrows left behind, after breaking up for a while with words from ‘innocent hearts’.

‘The End’??….Not the ‘Luve Stories’ by any means at least; just coz such ‘stories’ are never meant to have a semicolon or even a temporary or permanent full-stop to get ended sooner or later or even ahead of the generations to come. Till then humming to the lyrical tunes of

Bandh Gaya Patta, Dekho Bann Gaya Kutta,

Baandh Ishq ka Patta, Dekho Bann Gaya Kutta….

~Thank You~

Ravings of a Thankful Madman

 

It was Aug 13 2012, 10:30 pm. I was lying in my bed, unable to lift even my head(damn, that sounded poetic). Doctors  advised me not to stay in front of a screen for a long time as I’ve just had a surgery and the anaesthesia is not completely out of my system yet. With much reluctance, I’d had to agree. I was kinda heartbroken because I wouldn’t have been able to write for the first b’day celebration of TWH, a project that had become the sole reason for my meaningless existence for quite a period. But then, as I tried (and failed again) to lift my hospitalized ass from my bed, a montage of events from the 6th of august,2011 to the present day started to unfold before my eyes and I realized that I didn’t need to follow every single thing doctors told me to do and write something for the occasion. Hell, I owed thewackyheads that much and more:-D

 

Aug 6, 2011 was when it all started. It was just another boring and depressing afternoons after my lacklustre JEE result. I was whiling away my time on facebook, when a message from a relatively new friend of mine, Dibya, made me open my eyes. Naah, that would be an understatement. That message gave me a reason to live again. It said something like, “Do you want to write again?” - Read More -

 

I must mention, we were involved in an amateur project named r3treat2 together earlier, but for some unexplicable reason, it didn’t take off. But I did want to write again. As Dibya explained to me what and how TWH would function, all my doubts gradually dissolved and all that was left was pure enthusiasm and a sincere, heartfelt thankfulness to him. Then I got another pleasant suprise. I was asked to be the co-admin for the site. All the more reason to work hard for the success.

For a guy like me, this was an opportunity to express what “psychlones” I had, but could never define. Coming to TWH was like homecoming, everyone UNDERSTOOD everyone, because we’re kindred souls after all. TWH has not been just another blog where one gloats, whines, moans… It has been a platform where ideas developed, thoughts were discussed, put to action and evoked positive actions and reactions, I daresay. And I might be exaggerating, but the entire TWH roster might agree with me here.

TWH was initially a team of 4 admins and 6 writers. Today, we stand 6 admins and 12 authors strong. Initially, we were ranked over a hundred million in alexa ranks. An year of wackyness, six hosts, four themes and seven overhauls later, we have improved by more than seventy eight million ranks. This is not boasting; not some corporate snob’s annual appraisal of a company’s performance. This is the effort of around eighty outstanding posts by the brilliant young authors at TWH who’ve worked their asses off while their peers were having fun as they loafed around, rolled around in their beds, chased gals all over the face of our green earth, etc etc. Dare I say, we evoked mixed reactions. Some admired us for doing something different and creative, while some mocked us for aging prematurely. There have been many bends and turns during the journey, but that’s what made this all a great pleasure for us.

Not one of us writes for money. We only write for the pleasure of writing. We write to make the voice of youth heard. And that’s what makes TWH a great place, one big family. After one year, I still feel the same surge of energy that I felt on my very first day for writing a new post for TWH. It’s not a chore, it’s a pleasure. And I know, it will always be the same way. I express my heartfelt thanks to everyone who has been a part of thewackyheads, the past or present. Keep up the good work guys, we still have a lot of work to do.

 

~Thank You~

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