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Women should rather get start being called WOE-MEN. Because they’re no less than a suffering to Men all around for no reason. I wonder why it’s so, what heinous sins have they committed, how did they do this? These are some of the 64 thousand dollar questions which unfortunately won’t get answered till the ends of the Universe.

Just Wondering, How do WOE-MEN hurt Men? Maybe it is their Breath that makes the air poisonous for other dogmatic Males to breathe. Or maybe it’s the cacophony they make all the time while all the busy Male-Bees are working which makes them go crazy. Maybe it’s the sluggishness, their indolence which makes the aura ill. Or May be it’s their selflessness, I feel it must be really hard to be around such extraterrestrials. Not just that, Woe-Men are all the time in a mood to try their ways to woo Men, who by the way are very Realistic & Unromantic.
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The Possessiveness of Women for their Bodies, Hair, Dresses are all a sign of their pretentiousness, even the hormones—Estrogen & Progesterone that happen to bother women and cause mood swings are their fault as well.

The Looks so charming, the Touch so healing, the Heart so warm is all a lie, that maddens them to their core.

No wonder WOE-MEN will be a pain in the neck as long as they take ‘Women Empowerment’, ‘Gender Inequality’ for granted. These words have richer meaning to what is usually interpreted. They’ve a deeper connotation which had never been given the right weight it deserved.

No one else than amongst us can come up & say-“Whatever happened was find, let’s forget that & walk towards the brighter side of the tunnel.” The Dark tunnel can’t be crossed by one or two or even a hundred, but only all together can do it. When they accept nothing but the true Social, Legal, Educational, Political, & most of all INDIVIDUAL EMPOWERMENT. When they’ll understand how valuable, privileged they are to be born in this gender. When they respect and equally get it back, when their opinions and decisions are welcomed, admired and considered without any prejudice.

That’ll be in a true sense- “Women Empowerment.” Period.

 

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The Dark Sky and the clouds are as optimistic as the Grey Skies

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The Dark Sky and the clouds are as optimistic as the grey sky.

The Silver Line above the cloud is so optimistic but trust me, the black clouds are equally or maybe more optimistic than the clear beautiful sky.

The grey clouds that tend to dim the lights of the sun, but only those clouds don’t let the sun’s light to diverge in the vastness of earth and then in these beautiful movements of the clouds, only once in a while, you do see a bright ray of light as perfect as the lord.

The ray with a sharp piercing focus, beautiful line running downstairs like that beautiful angel in white but with the vividness of a thousand rainbows.

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Then there is the dark sky that seems to yell spells and curses but only in some time we are able to decipher the spells when it rains and beautifully dampens the dry earth, extracting aromas and auras and spreading it all around. Only the dark skies have the ability to rain on earth and the people. The rain that’s purer than the purest water on the mother earth.

In only the dark clouds, the thunderstorms, when lightning strikes the earth and makes so loud sounds; people are more silent and enjoying the nature’s play while looking at the power of it, in awe of nature.

When it rains, the purity of water dilutes all the negativity in the people and fills them with gaiety. They are always joyful when it rains.

“A clear sky never rains” is what they say and they never said it wrong.

So, Cheers to the Grey & Dark Clouds.

 

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We dont cry b’coz we’ve Problems but…

We dont Cry becausePeople don’t cry because they have problem, but when they can’t find the solutions or they don’t have just an ear that lack any filter of bias, pre-judgments, past-experiences.

We’re so vulnerable today that we just can’t express our feelings clearly to ourselves, let alone others. We are always confused, baffled below the earth’s clear sky.

We’re so lonely today that we just prefer to spend two hours in front of a screen today that opens the windows to the world but first slyly shuts the doors of our life—shuts for even our closest relationships in life than going out of this virtual life’s door to explore the reality.

We dont Cry because 2The screen that delivers the news and knowledge of the world in a few seconds but fails to understand the feelings. So the vulnerable soul that seek knowledge unknowingly abandons their heart. In seek of knowledge, they banish themselves from their confidants, their soul-buddies, their soul-buddies

And when problems hit us, where do we go to seek the apt solution, a kind advice? Can a screen tell us the solution perfectly apt for us, pertaining to our personal, emotional or maybe economic circumstances?

The screen that arouses the curiosity fails to find and give the peace the 24×7 working human-mind deserves. It takes it the outer world but fails to let the human learn of the inner universe it possesses. It plays the sounds of the world, but distant the body from the music and rhythm of the soul.

What we had in the past is what we need today more than ever! The social company, the gatherings, of the family and friends, eating dinner on a phone-proof table where we are just conscious of the ‘now’, not worried about anything or even if worried, we’ll have our kith and kin to share our worries with.

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Maybe some Fantasies are just better than the Reality !

parisI’m a sky-watcher, cloud-gazer. I gaze at the stars, the moon wondering how it’d be like to be there, live there.

I’m also the one who’d get very happy at the sight of an Eagle or an Aeroplane in the vast sky. I would wonder how they fly so flawlessly. I’d wonder who’d be there in the Aeroplane, what they’d be doing? All the irrelevant questions maybe.

Well, I’m also the one who knows that in the world of data and knowledge, finding anything is a matter of minutes. But I don’t want to know. I just want my imagination to wander off to think of what may be happening rather than to seek on what is happening.

Because, it’s intriguing until I don’t know it, it might lose its sense to me, begin to stop giving me the highs that it presents me now.

Maybe some Fantasies are just better than the Reality.

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Aren’t we all lil eggs full of hope!

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We are all a little egg. An egg full of hope, life, confidence, courage, the one that witnesses the abysmal power inside that thin white shell. An egg that is bound to give life in one form or the other. An egg that holds the soul of its originator, God’s.

An egg’s destiny is a result of one of the two actions. Somebody either takes the egg and for their use, they break the shell, hitting it with a spoon or smashing it on the surface, the thin shell, in its infancy that holds a spirited life inside shows only a little resistance. The problem is the external force somehow always exceeds the intrinsic resistance. The egg breaks, the life is gone. But now it feeds the other life, keeping its essence and meaning.

Or the otherwise would be, the egg would be left to it make its own destiny. The life is inside the shell, it derives the energy to develop its body parts from the yolk. Gradually from eyes to the heart to wings, it doesn’t happen in a day, the life takes its time and becomes a chick. The final examination of the chick is to break the egg from the inside. Nobody teaches him to do so in the shell, it is on its own. The chick puts all its power trying to explode, the power that made it into a chick is the power that shall give him a life in the world. With its small teeth, it fractures the shell, trying to make a crack. It finally makes it, cracks the egg and makes space and comes out. Tired but happy to have made it on its own.

Aren’t we all such eggs. We either do something that is imposed on us or do what our inclinations choose. The first option is for the people who either fail to recognise their inner calls, or are in no position to take their life-decisions, whose life is a mortgage and the mortgagees are his blood relatives.

The other ones, who crack the egg gradually. The rebels- people choose to call them lucky. Rebelious or Lucky, it doesn’t matter, they do make it on their own in the end. Nobody cares what it takes to crack the shell- the patience, the diligence, the persistence, the perseverance. People call them lucky blatantly. The Appreciators are rare, the Critics are all. The Chick finally survives the world with the magic of life in it.

Omelette or Life? You be your own Sailor because it’s your ship.

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Then the Stranger asked me the Strangest Question

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An odd day it was, with the usual hustle yet a different aura. I was traveling to work when a fellow passenger, The Stranger asked me the strangest question.

He asked me—“What did I want from my Life?” On a quest he seemed, and seemed a little worried as well. His Sub-conscious forced him to ask the question probably. I said-“Let me think.”

The question was as odd as the journey that my brain sailed till it answered the result. Millions of visions, Billions of thoughts, but still I was more than far from words. I traversed my childhood to the very moment. Memories were many, but I was supposed to come up with conclusions and statements.

I stuck on the thought and asked myself recurrently on what exactly did I want. Each recurrence made me delve in and reach a bit towards my final answer. My thoughts were—

I wanted Self-Esteem from life so that I can live proud and see myself as someone worthy enough, to face my own self in the Mirror every day and night.

I wanted Positivity from life so that I can feel connected to my God and loved by him, to handle every day chores.

I wanted Honesty from life so that I can live satisfied and never in a fear that someone else might cheat me or a guilt that never lets me live or sleep any moment.

I wanted Novelty from life, and also passion to search for it myself, to feel high on life, to be on a Hidden quest every day.

I wanted Kindness from life to be a sympathetic and a warm-hearted soul, and as they say-“Kind People are the happiest because they forgive and forget the easiest. They never hold on to the hurtful things, always be humble and pleasant.”

I wanted trueness and loyalty from life to have and keep the Best relationships. To keep my Kith and Kin feel loved, comforted and happy always, distance no matter what.

I wanted Courage from life to face the wrong for the weak, to speak for it, to inspire it to take the driver’s seat of their lives.

After a while—he intervened and prompted me to reply quickly as it was his station and doors of the train were open. Without a second thought, I knew what I wanted and I uttered—“I wanted a Good night Sleep from life”. We exchanged our last and uncanny glance, and then he left with a queer smile on his face.