Illusory gaeity.

                          Illusory gaiety..  
               
                I stood there. The echo of my body hitting the reflections on the dusty mirror. I watched myself for a while. The image's profile was happy. Really happy and contented. I saw my well brought up body without any gashes. My Caucasian skin glowing, seeking some unfortunates. I was known for it. I glanced at the speaker. Gawked I was, at the ability of the girl to hide everything inside that hue less coarse.
             The brows of my profile often carrying itself up and down as I try all sorts of absurdity. The girl, the same girl, was contented at the striking of the thought, that she was actually happy.. The girl on the other side of the reflector, was beaming as if she had won everyone' hearts, after all, which was of no use. She was twinkling, with her robe which suited her perfectly. Her short hair, and the whole profile, which could win amazing complements.
I was there, looking at her glowing like, she had swept the board. Her face lighted like a kerosene lamp inside the dark and wild woods.
I said, smiling, to match her,
“This is not going to last!” as I walked out, from the looking glass, my face earnest. My profile, earnest, not to be a cat's paw, again.
           

Fragile Wings

                          Fragile Wings.                       

          I saw her. She was sitting on those most dirty staircases, her equally beautifully decorated "Lehenga" getting spoiled. Her prepossessing dyed hair was hiding all of her face. She was looking down, concealing her 'always smiling' profile. But still, I realized, it was her. She didn't know I was there, secretly admiring her beauty. She was alluring, then too. 

          The same girl who used to run beaming with joy, was there, bawling her eyes out. I was so caught up with her allurement, I did not care about all those droplets of tears hitting the floor. I had never felt so different about her. Maybe it was because of the overload of beauty. I started losing vision on all those admirable amenities. Her soul, inevitably, fighting all the lust, she had always been happy. Her flawlessly shaped hands, always clad with rings and bangles were placed on her mouth making her look like a mummer trying to cry. She looked soulless. Soulless like a corpse inside a coffin. I walked up to her, like an on-looker seeing her for the first time. 

         I moved towards her. I wasn't able to. I felt something thrusting in. The stretchable distance seemed as if we were millions of miles apart. Our eyes meeting each other's, I straightened my hand to her, just to get hit by nothing else but an invisible glass. I tried breaking it. Every now and then, I glanced at her. She looked at me too, her eyes filled with all kinds of emotions. Rage, empathy, love, betrayal. And everything. But she never smiled. She never spoke. She kept quiet. The disguised angel never took her eyes off me. She gazed at me, as I was trying to break the obstacle. I looked at her, my eyes tearing up, as I was carrying my hands over the unseeable glass, as if I was playing with air. She was watching me, patiently, as her emotionless eyes flooded with tears. As beads of tears kept falling from her angelic eyes, I kept trying harder and harder. It became tougher and tougher.
          At last I had put a crack on it. I could feel mucho happiness running through me, rapidly, hunting for it's own space. It was simply, seventh heaven. I probed for her, just to not find her. The soul had gone up in the air, uncontrollably being controlled, the girl tore up into pieces, just because of those people who stabbed her with words.

          I never sighted her, then. She wasn't there. Like an angel, she had come. Like an angel, she had gone. Gone. Those marks of her presence were still present, on those staircases. Not only on them. But, on me too.
Then, I realized,
It was me..
Just me,
"A play.."
                                                                                    

Squander Squad.

                         Squander Squad.

          With my mom, over here, right beside me, earning the title "best counsellor" through that cuboidal shaped box (phone) whose main job is to "put us down" in our lives, I realized,

          "Aren’t we all getting used up because of things which are actually not to be bothered about?"

Legit.

          My mom, herself has zillions of problems to manage. In spite, she sits there spending most of her time telling people to live their life to the fullest.

So, there comes the actual query,

"Are we, intellectual yet stupid humans, living our life as we want it to be lived?"

Or,

"Are we, even living our life or precisely draining away time just because we have been given a lot of it?"

The answer differs from person to person.

Maybe, even I don't live my life.

My Instagram stories are always filled with grievances as others' lives are.

Thank god! Only my Instagram stories are.

Honestly speaking,

Yes.

Even I don't live my life,

Even I am just fooling around in this spherically shaped room named "Earth."

Not solely, but with Seven Billion (7,000,000,000) people.

But the difference is, I am totally aware that my life's battery is coming down.

I perceived a lot of things, now, because of my mom's advice to that pitiful person on the other side who's eyes might actually be dwelling with tears now.

Only when I sit and hear all of this mess,

I remember the time,

          When, I saw an old lady on the road, covering her bleeding leg with a plastic sheet, wearing a plastic cover as her protection, trying to walk as fast as possible through the road as the droplets of rain from heaven was falling on her old wrinkly face, with marks all over her body, with those plastic sheets often trying to fall apart.                 She was still looking assertive. She couldn't walk, but she tried all her level best, with her swollen legs. She reached the other side of the road, to a vegetable shop. I was totally occupied watching her every single step, as she finished her task, a very small task which has to be repeated over and over again, in a single day. I don't know, or maybe I don't want to know, if she was happy when she finished moving from one side of the road to the other, but her eyes told that she was not happy. Her small little bead of tear from her left eye, told, that she was not happy. 

           Her toil did not come to an end over there, she had to fight the place to even stand over there, with her hunched body, people over there battling for space. With, rain getting heavier and heavier, she stood there, as patient and bold one could ever be in that situation. With water pouring down from the plastic sheet above the vegetable shop because of the accumulation of the rain on it, she tried moving in that cramped up place, and failed, again and again. But, she never stopped trying, 'Never.' 

           She kept trying, kept failing, and the last time, heaven blessed her, by stopping the rain and the crowd beginning to move apart. She would have felt relieved, probably. And in another, two minutes, she silently trotted from there continuing her rash journey.

It is really easy for me, to describe things, to describe her courage.

But for her....?

          Our problems are just crap in front of those people whose whole life is on stake.

Only when we try conceiving this, we mature.

          "We" might be the only kind of people who turn the simplest of the simplest things into the most perplexing ones ever.
  

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Hardened souls...

                ME, MYSELF AND I. (Not the song)

          

           And, please. I am happy myself. You don't have to enter my life in the name of "boosting me up" and as usual, mess it up and disappear. 

     I just accomplished the task of figuring out that "angels" do exist. Sadly, I am not conveying that you are so divine, but you have the ability to disappear immediately just like angels do. And thanks to you for making me a successful person at least in that happy realization.

         Because you, yourself are one, my love.

         Resting my crestfallen mind on that glossy floor of mine, wearing what my parents refer to as "hearing aid" (Earphones), listening to "In the name of Love" corrected me on my thoughts.

          I had actually grown up. Not only physically, but mentally too. Now, I could imagine people throwing tantrums at their very sight of my line saying that I grew up mentally. And you know what? No one cares for your opinion on this because you and your thoughts are just a piece of "CHICKEN-SHIT" dude.

        Now, I might have probably got people dwelling upon the relation I had evaluated between the beginning and the above lines.

        Here's the delineation.

         Chiefly, I segregate people into three factions. And for all those “Divergent” fans out there, regrettably, NO, it’s neither Dauntless nor Erudite. And, basically, “I” consider the Candor as the dejected ones although they are the honest people and the Abnegation as “WHATEVERRR!!”

        Promptly, let us move on to the actual topic. YES! Three groups.

1.            The “FOUNTAIN HEADS OF HAPPINESS.”

2.            “DEPRESSING ONES”

 And,

3.            The “BELONGS TO BOTH THE ABOVE.”

 Furthermore, this whole article is mainly dedicated to all those extra-ordinary humans who possibly impersonate themselves as “SIA” in “TITANIUM” changing from that humane faces of theirs, which makes us fall for them again and again to that graceless face of theirs which had actually been under covers all these days. Duh! Simply, the 3^rd category.

          Being in a world surrounded by swains like this taught me one thing:

          People are getting it easier to measure their intelligence just by being aware of how to manage imbeciles like this and I supposedly, have learned that knack and undoubtedly I have grown up.

Wait, now, should I roll upon the floor realizing that I am turning big (in both ways) or should I be really contented that I finished writing my most ironic article?

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        Inspired by: Lilly Singh, also known as, IISuperwomanII's video:

               "How to make a sandwich"

               https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YeEe8QasV5s

Social Media and you: Life

                   TANGLED COMPLICATION

         

          Being modest on my part, hasn't Social Media in any form abducted your normal form of living? Rather it would be better if I use "our" instead of "your". We are truly abusing some of the best gifts we have been given with. First of all, do we really know the use of “SOCIAL NETWORKS”?

          It’s going to be pretty difficult if I use "Social network" each and every time. A perfect synonym would be "Facebook", "Instagram", "Twitter", etc. I know that in some phase of our lives, we may find these helpful. But waiting for that opportunity, we can't afford to lose everything else right? Abundance of anything causes trouble. Same here! Abundance of this Facebook can also cause troubles. I have seen people suffering with that disease of dying to get likes on Facebook. Most of the people, here termed, are teenagers. The part where we should be laughing so much is when we realize that our normal people are turning into super humans by using internet for HOROSCOPE! Pathetic! I can't do anything to change them but write. Even I use all of these social networks mentioned here, but it will always be right on our part if we build some limits for it. An average person spends about 1 hour and 50 minutes on social media per day. Now, I did not tell that. Google did. We fellow humans believe Google right? Because, we don’t trust people, we trust Internet better.

          Now mourning upon how obsessed we are with these “Social Networks” is not going to be of any use. Let us move on. Had it not been for Social Media, we couldn’t have improved tremendously in our lives and in technology. I completely agree with that. But all I am trying to convey is that there should be nothing called “addiction” towards it. All of these “Social Networks” play the role of a coin. It depends on us to seize the side we want out of it. CHOOSE WISELY!                 

                                                                             

                                                          

                      

Immortal discrimination.

Abandoned “ME”

              I induce thyself every time I bring into fruition that “I am being used by all those HOMO- SAPIENS surrounding me”. They speak rubbish about me. Next minute, they turn into world's best persuaders. Yet again, I believe them.
              I look into the mirror, they decide for themselves that I am busy cherishing my allurement. And so, they blurt out words. I try looking at them into the eyes just to say
“YES. I AM! DOES IT BOTHER YOU?”
Before I compose myself to begin speaking, they start laughing about something I don’t find amusing in any way.
              I look at them trying to understand the rationale for their laughter and then I come to know, it was ME who they were mocking at. Just a piece of MOCKERY I am.
To all those people,
YOU ARE IN NO WAY RELATED TO ME AND EVEN IF YOU ARE,
I DON’T CARE ABOUT IT.
I CAN AFFORD TO LOSE YOU WHEN YOU DON’T VALUE MY PRESENCE.

                                                                                                                           -YO GAL
                                                                                                                             Srividhya 

Unleash your feral savage..

    IT'S WATER UNDER THE BRIDGE.

                 
             
 I see her every day. She sees me too. I waved my hand. She waved back too. I approached towards her. She approached towards me too. I was quiet. She wasn't. She started speaking something. I could not hear her. But, she was saying something to me. I didn't know how to react. I grinned. She didn't grin back. I became grim. I asked her what it was. She nodded her head slowly launching a slight smile.
"What is it?" I asked.
Many a times.
 But she responded with one of those beautiful smiles I have ever seen.
It got onto my nerves.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?"I literally screamed my voice out.
               She was about to open her mouth. But before that, she paced towards me and composed herself before beginning to speak.
"You asked me what I wanted. You could have asked your worries the same way. Shout at them. Scream at them. Scream at them till they become smaller than you. You would not have been caught up under this mess. You  didn't raise your voice because you felt they would feel bad. But,
FIGHT FOR HAPPINESS. FIGHT FOR IT UNTIL YOU GET IT. JUST BECAUSE YOU SMILE, WHEN WITH OTHERS, DOESN'T MEAN YOU ARE HAPPY. DON'T EVEN THINK OF GIVING UP. FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT FOR IT EVEN WHEN YOU ARE NOT ABLE TO. SHOW THEM THAT EVEN YOU CAN."
For a second, I admired her beauty.
Then, I asked her,...
"WHO ARE YOU?"
She smiled and said...
"THE INNER YOU."
                                                                                                                        - S. Srividhya

WHEN THERE IS NO ENEMY WITHIN, THE ENEMIES OUTSIDE CANNOT HURT YOU...
                                  - Unknown
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