Fuss over F*&%

You're sitting at home on a lazy weekend, sprawled on the couch, going about your routine of flipping through channels at an impossible speed, when suddenly you get a glimpse of 'Family guy'. You go back and start watching it.. your mom is working somewhere in the background and all she can hear is 'So what the *beep* are you *beep* kidding me.. *beep. beep. beep* you!' Silently she chides. You guiltily change the channel to a music video of guess who! Eminem. So there it goes, five painful minutes of a truck load of cuss. Till your mom comes and switches off that idiot box so filled with filth! (That's what your mom believes anyway!) Awkward silence fills the room and all you can do is think about the fuss created over these words. I admit, I happen to have nasty foul language. Courtesy my dad, an ex defense person and a present marine (I guess that explains a lot!) at the age of four, I walked around blurting 'F#&k and S%@t' without even knowing what it means, until I received a tight slap from my mother. Anyways that was back in childhood, right now I am where my roots want me to be, luckily with right minded (rather right tongued  friends so I can cuss away to glory! This very habit of mine landed me in soup a countless times! Quite recently at my new workplace, I may have exclaimed with a profanity over a trivial issue like spilt coffee.. only to be discreetly black listed by my evaluator! (Yes.. my life is a joy ride!) the worst thing is that, I was in his bad books for over a month, which resulted in pathetic marks. So after that debacle of mine, I solemnly swore to not utter slangs at work, of course that led to me hardly talking. I realized the only place I can curse with freedom is, when I'm driving.Wrong turn, high speed or overtaking from the wrong side.. they all receive my grimy verbal wrath. Poor mother of mine, patiently sits tolerating my exquisite verbose like a shot of bitter medicine! I cant help it though, I try .. but miserably fail in such situations of stress. All I can do is, hope and pray for a time when certain words come to a socially acceptable range in our language and if that can't happen, then gosh I hope for a wizard to cast a word loss charm over my head, so that I can STFU in peace! (oops)

The Wrath of Flesh

A bruised body, a battered soul

In matter of hours fate turned so cold.

A dark place where virtues digress 

where innocence is stripped by fiends of hell

and morals of life just fail to egress.

All that is left, a gaping void of despair

crippled dreams and a lost will to live.

Deep down that vanquished soul, slowly

emerges a boiling rage coursing through her veins.

Nurturing her core, nursing all wounds.

The need for justice driving away the pain

to send the savages back to hell fire in vain,

watching their flesh burn and life trickling away in bits.

At last, her crushed goddess emerges victorious,

numb with content and a touch of melancholy.

Her bloodied eyes with new hopes and dreams

and a pitiful heart for a failing humanity.

Vanquishing the Inutile

The unforgivable sin,

A futile feeling,

The destroyer of millions,

The termination of good.

Oh why this hate?

What fete does it make?

Wracks all felicitous lives,

Turns gold to ashes,

Repays cipher but sadness,

And disconnected decisions,

To throw you into a pool of rue,

With slight ways to hark back,

Though you battle it along your regained consciousness,

To egress triumphant against your evil intents,

And to realize at the finish,

What an ignorant little coward you've equaled,

For you never trusted the power vested within you,

To believe in outsmarting what you guessed,

 was merely a small part of you.

Crossroads

Disarrayed ambitions spread across
Thoughts engulfed in confusion
She stands still in helpless anguish
Knowing not what lays ahead
Fearing consequence of a wrong turn
As she readies herself to tread on one
A step further, she retracts two more
Her mind filled with pessimism, like
thorned shackles bound to aching feet.
As her eyes shut for a divine intervention
A sudden inner peace befalls on her,
her own strength battling the dilemma.
She sets afoot on a path less traveled
Courage coursing through her veins.
She strides on her way unflinchingly
Never looking back or contemplating it
Like a true warrior, she conquered it.

Defying Laws of Physics?!

Alright.. Before you start contemplating that this post is some nerdy breakthrough rendition of an otherwise lame concept of physics.. Well, its not! (Yeah too bad you quantum freaks!) This is about my simply immutable but futile battle with weightloss! Sigh.. I cant seem to recollect since when this has been going on, I guess from the time my baby fat clung on to me even after I was done being a baby! After maybe gazillions of periodic attempts to shed flab throughout my life, thanks to some bullying and constant chiding at my workplace, once again, I decided to face that childhood monster of mine. So then, started the dreadful ‘detox weekend!’ (read how to ruin a weekend) which included ‘water and fruits fest’ and ‘roughage tour’. All in all it formed a good start, this was followed by mild ‘Trot time’  and ‘Toss the junk’ period where I was to bid adieu to my beloved cheese, mayo, confectionery and other similar niceties of life. This went on for about 20 days and thankfully I was able to shed a considerable few pounds (don’t ask me how much, I believe little drops make an ocean!) anyways I was elated at my progress (as usual) until the dreaded festive season dawned upon me. Just one, one freaking day of a tad too much food and sweets (I just couldn't help myself) and zing! The lost pounds came right back at me! It was almost like science played a cruel joke on me..  twenty whole days of effort gone in just a day! I looked helplessly anguished at my mother after stepping off from the weighing scale (which I jumped on, in anger) she muttered something about calorie balance which I didn't bother to hear. All I could do after this was, blame some random mysterious power that defied laws of mass and time balance for my epic failure. Hence, presently I have given up, as usual.. Although I am positively sure this saga will start again. Until then, I shall rejoice my munchies.. *om nom nom nom*! 

Right Who?!

Alright.. so I have been told by my ardent followers (haha!) that I am turning too 'Emo' in my posts! After the initial 'OMG! How can you say this to me' kind of reaction.. I did realize that the mood in my posts are turning morose. So yeah, without any further delay.. I shall get back to my wry and retarded style.

A few days back, I came across this cliche line 'They keep saying that the right one will come along.. I think mine got hit by a truck!' Although I had heard this before, oddly enough I rolled over and laughed my head off! You see, I'm currently in the process of 'Soul searching' or maybe just 'Searching' (If you know what I mean!) and somehow this line seemed very fitting at this point in time. But ofcourse as usual my brain loved to come up with random quirky alternatives of what events could take place, resulting into him going AWOL! (Ok.. by now you must have decided that this is a pointless post! but hey, I bet many would relate to it in some way). So here's a list of what may have happened to 'Mr. Right!'.

1. Is no more!.. sigh (I'm such an optimist!)
2. Abducted by aliens for being extraordinary!
3. Is a poor guy's soul, trapped in a girl's body!
4. Is actually a girl! (Woah!)

5. Is a girl trapped in a guy's body! (Yikes!)
6. Has gone under cover and hence all records are missing. (Ethan Hunt image!)
7. Has transfigured into my pet cat.. to constantly watch over me! (No wonder I love my cat so much!)
8. Is actually none but 'ME'! (Oh no wonder I'm so self obsessed)
9. Is playing hide & seek with me. (Only hide in this case!)
10. Has gone to the Himalayas for 'Soul searching' like me.

11. Renounced worldly pleasures and turned a monk.

12. Got recruited by the Al- Qaida. (Oh god no!)

13. Is stuck in a time warp and repeating the same day over and over.

14. Is a cartoon/ fictional character. (Eg. 'Flinn Ryder' from the anime 'Tangled'!)

15. Has gone invisible, thanks to either uncontrolled mutation or an invisibility cloak!

... And the list goes on..

P.S- I just realized that this post is sort of 'Emo' too! Yikes! Post here, if you have any theories of your own!!

Flawed Perfection

The idea of perfection as some say,

is the zenith of one's desires.

A frail hope that drives our kind.

We toil from dawn to dusk,

hoping we might achieve the

unachieved. Yet we seek aimlessly,

only to realize in the end, 

It was all but a grand deceit!

The concept of a perfect flawless life,

Is flawed from the start! For there's

nothing that can quench our desires.

Best decisions are the weighted ones

and we often get what we deserve.

Best things in life are not perfect

its what that makes us most content.

A happy present and a blissful future,

A fitting rebuke to a glorified deceit!