Children....

After the Game... 

I began to think of children – their innocence , their cuteness, their carefree laughter, not because the week before housed the children’s day for I don’t get too attached to days and have grown over the sentimentality that comes attached to a day, when candies are disturbed. I began to think of them, when after a game of football I sat and gazed at a puppy, whose sex I don’t know but I claim it was a she for I am a male writer and it makes it more intense to have it that way… I was drawn to that puppy like most of you; makes me a good person? (Nope!)

 

After a game of that wonderful game, where I missed enough goals to be a celebrity, I sat alone and gazed at a puppy dance around the grass with little flowers strewn around and she ran as if to chase a yellow butterfly. (I don’t know if she was chasing that butterfly but for dramatic reasons I claim it was) However I kept an eye on the sleeping mother and her brother, who seemed to sleep as if it was a government holiday (it was) lest if they wake up to find a stranger with their girl. 

Yes! I was drawn to her but she wasn't for she seemed happy or curious running around. Well! I called her – the easy way; to emit a silent high frequency sound. She came running towards me with a nay prejudice. (One word I still can’t pronounce) She came running as if she was sure that I had something good to offer, u know, I wasn't dangerous or evil; in other words she made me feel trustworthy in matter of seconds. 

She wasn't worried if I missed goals in the wonderful game for she was innocent of that or it wasn't necessary at all. She wanted me to play with her or tickle her and give her some expression of affection in a touchy way. Moreover all she was: she was mildly selfish in an innocent way.

  However I guess even I was selfish, attracted to her small, cute innocent features like we are attracted to a baby’s small toes or fingers and sometimes this attraction leaves one in a situation - annoyed. Especially when you walk around with a girl or girls and they grow mad over a stranger’s kid and they are like:

“He is so sho sho cute”.

And I can't help but mumble:

“Yeah right! Even I was cute when I was little”

 Maybe I should hang with someone who was there when I was little and cute and they keep talking how lovely I was when I was little.

Yes, children do get annoying. Nevertheless we are drawn to a child for their innocence and the child gets drawn to us for they are innocent. Children are innocence of our past or our limitations and all they can do is trust; that trust makes you and i trustworthy and maybe it is undeserving. And it is that belief from a child that tends to change you and me. (Except maybe when they are crying annoyingly)

I guess the chance to bring up a child is a chance to be different for a civilization is known by how it treats its children.... and even me.... Ah! Shut up! 

Unwritten!

At last  a plagiarism! (kinda)


        

…. But the new rebel is a Skeptic, and will not entirely trust anything. He has no loyalty; therefore he can never be really a revolutionist. And the fact that he doubts everything really gets in his way when he wants to denounce anything. For all denunciation implies a moral doctrine of some kind; and the modern revolutionist doubts not only the institution he denounces, but the doctrine by which he denounces it. Thus he writes one book complaining that imperial oppression insults the purity of woman, and then he writes another book (about the sex problem) in which he insults it himself. He curses the sultan because Christian girls lose their virginity, and then curses Mrs. Grundy because they keep it. As a politician, he will cry out that war is a waste of life, and then, as a philosopher, that all life is a waste of time. A Russian pessimist will denounce a policeman for killing a peasant, and then prove by the highest philosophical principles that the peasant ought to have killed himself. A man denounces marriage as a lie, and then denounces aristocratic profligates for treating it as a lie. He calls a flag a bauble, and then blames the oppressors of Poland or Ireland because they take away that bauble. The man of this school goes first to a political meeting, where he complains that savages are treated as if they were beasts; then he takes his hat and umbrella and goes on to a scientific meeting, where he proves that they practically are beasts. In short, the modern revolutionist, being an infinite skeptic, is always engaged in undermining his own mines. In his book on politics he attacks men for trampling on morality; in his book on ethics he attacks morality for trampling on men. Therefore the modern man in revolt has become practically useless for all purposes of revolt. By rebelling against everything he has lost his right to rebel against anything.

                                        -------- Orthodoxy (G.K Chesterton )

                       
Refer Page 52- 53 (depends on the size and publisher of the book  :P )

P.S.  I decided put something that is not mine but captured ma attention and the best thing is that i typed it from a actually paper book, didn't copy and paste from some quote webpage or some e book  and for that hard work, i would feel justified if u had read it ;)
                                                   

a Hyberbole!

A Kiss-less Mouth!

A longing to kiss,
the noble gesture of love,
not to seduce or abuse
but to listen with an intent
for love never boasts;
and a kiss is dignified by that love.

Sometimes I wish i could be more eloquent,
to walk up to a lovely maiden
with the tread of a gentleman,
to kiss the hand of the maiden
and remind her that she is beautiful
to walk away and never seeing her again.

I go on to dream to have a child by
to gaze the face of that spotless innocence,
not corrupted by the vileness as a society we render
to kiss that face with a allure of an inferior feeling.
A feeling that longs for that untarnished innocence
so I could get by to the Holy Maker.

A longing to kiss,
the noble gesture of love,
not to seduce or abuse
but to listen with an intent
for love never boasts;
and love is expressed still by a kiss.

A mouth that doesn't kiss
doesn't let the eyes be still and learn.
A mouth that doesn't pause to be still,
to beckon the ears to listen
cannot render a kiss of a sublime countenance
and it is laid waste as a kissless mouth.

A kiss is a noble gesture.
A nod of a loftiest notion
when not to seduce or abuse
but to render a rescue,
from the depths of a loveless muse;
and a loud kissless mouth is mostly a ruse!

Brace Yourself!

The one price you pay for being naughty, when you are little and when you’re cute milk tooths fall, making you look weirdly cute, is that you get messed up crazy permanent tooths later, sometimes every one of them arguably outta place. Moreover as you age, you get to observe with a tinge of jealousy the other decent folks, who I guess had some oral discipline when they were little, with neatly placed tooths (I take the liberty to use this word in this post) or maybe they were just lucky. It’s then you realize and you begin to wish that you should have been  less naughtier orally, maybe with the tongue at the most,  for now your mouth holds that rather futurist remarks of those gone indecorous days. You further fantasize that you could better looking, if you had disciplined your tooths like soldiers with their  ’in phase’ marching, creating seemingly a standing wave. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Standing_wave  :P)

However , you get an opportunity to make up for that lack of discipline by bracing them together for a while and so ya tooths could learn the art of behaving themselves for a better bigger picture with all of them hugging each other without intruding the other’s space.  Once your tooths are braced for a higher cause of unity besides their individual functions, you pay the price for their discipline now. The struggle starts! A struggle almost compensating for your young oral naughtiness!

Struggles of wearing braces: 

(Headings to get more marks when at school)

 The struggle to brush often, lest food get stuck and start the bacterial socialization causing more bacterial colonies and the popular bad breath, which, you know,  affects your socialization. And so you have to manually observe and remove them. The pain that creeps in sometimes, can leave you food less for you can’t chew. The slight fear creeps up, while playing football, and so you show often ya opponent your 'backside'. (An Indian slang I reckon) The curious question guys poke u and ask if your rod would glow like tungsten when electrocuted. The reluctance to eat meat or crispy stuff, in case the braces come off and moreover this fear  gets transmitted in to late night personal entertainment as horror movies, and you wake up with a start and a relief flows when u realize that it was just a dream , where the braces had came off. The metallic pain, when the metal rubs against an ulcer, which probably comes from the deficiency of vitamin B, is a strange pain. And you can’t chew for gum and metal share a serious adhesive force. A little long struggle!!!

  However, when you have the braces taken off, u begin to miss them strangely like the days of childhood. U miss them for they pushed you to struggle but bred a meaning since this struggle had a glimmer of hope; a hope of a better smile. Hope stitched with braces is liberating!

Hope is what makes a struggle dignified and gives the person, a meaning. Hopeless struggle is devastating and depressing and is a sheer waste of time.  To struggle without hope is to be better dead! 

Hope is what that changes a struggle to a noble cause, no matter how hard it seems which sheer optimism can’t provide. Hope, besides Faith and Love is all you and I need to actually live........

“Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things and no good thing ever dies” Shawshank Redemption.

It’s: Hope and Braces!!!

An Unnecessary Thinking!

An Oops!!


As I grow older, I have begun to think (doesn't necessarily mean I wasn't thinking before) about a lot of phrases we hear strewn around like : ‘life’s unfair’ , 'this is the age to eat' , ‘eat now and later you can’t eat much’….. And I used to hear them and shake ma head like a good kid until now. Certain innocent phrases seems to make no sense when I get the bottom of them - imagining its origins and its consequences. 

My head seems to be such a ‘head-weight’! (An Indian expression i reckon!) Some people accuse me of thinking too much, but it really has an advantage : staying lean. Though a few have accused me of getting fat , specially girls and they seem to enjoy it. Whatever! 

Well! This isn't about gals like most of the songs and poems! (if there were no women on earth, almost all the songs and poems would cease to exist.. oops! even me!) But it is that phrase that I really don’t understand what it is suppose to mean: 'this is the age to eat' as if all the old folks are in to caves and meditating food-less.  This one seems to be a fallacy, i guess due to some logical incoherence.

This phrase I really don’t know which century’s grand mother came up with and it doesn't seem to be very logically valid today or perhaps any day.  And I don’t know if it really means I should eat more than enough without limits or it means there is a universal 'enough'. But them, several of them abuse this innocent phrase!

However if i really take it literally and eat, whatever or how much ever without much of discipline, (discipline, I am beginning to love it these days) then its effects can be bad maybe in 20 years. (am always accused of being a futurist) I am sure gonna end with the anti-popular life style diseases. After that sets in, the doc's gonna advice me not to eat, usually whatever i was eating greedily. And it's real annoying when at last someone tells me 'not to eat' for a consulting fee. I could have a bought a big pizza or an insect burger (The UN is encouraging folks to eat insects for it has high protein and easy to breed) with that consulting fee. 

A direct effect of that phrase and it seem to have come true!

But the most frustrating thing would be changing this habit which has strengthened itself for 20 years. And i guess i know by now, that a new habit can never be formed after just a night’s sleep or a magnetic therapy to change brain wiring with a magnetic field. 'Old Habits Die Hard!'.

However all this doomsday consequences would be 'cause of taking that silly phrase too seriously or too literally.

So the thing decided: if I wanna form a habit in the future, I better start doing it now. Later if i'm gonna learn a habit, it would take a long time and worse no background score like Fort Minor’s ‘Remember the name', while i'm training!… Oops!

Do I Make Sense?

a Proverbial render!

Something i wanted to try :)

1. Look before u like. 
2. A click on the unlike button doesn't show u don't like it.
3. Two fake profiles with one password. 
4. Relationship status and internet gossip wait for none.
5. He/she who sows sparingly in the 'likes', reaps sparingly.
6. Love the mutual friend as ya yourself.
7. There is no place as home as ya homepage.
8. Pics speak louder than words.
9. Loneliness is the mother of going online often.
10. The ever use of 'LOL', breeds contempt.
11. You can't judge someone by their profile pics.
12. People who put up pics themselves, shouldn't like it themselves.
13. Too many added friends clutters the profile. 
14. You can't always get as many 'likes' as you want.
15. The more likes u get, the more u want.
16. Cover pics are always cooler on ya friend's wall.
17. Like/Comment as you would have them like/comment unto ya.
18. Everyone is someone else's mutual friend.
19. Hope to be accepted, but prepare to be blocked.
20. Don't count ya notifications before they appear.
21. One person's 'everyone must watch this' is another person's 'nobody should watch it'.
22. Changing passwords regularly is the best policy.
23. Add when he/she is still single.
24. Like mine and i like yours.
25. When online, appear cool like they do.
26.  A friend online is a friend in deed.
27. A friend is known by the mutual friends.
28. All internet packs must come to an end. 
29. Every profile tells a story.
30. It's no use crying over a stolen account.

P.S. If u have one, please leave them in the comment :)

A Scientific Paper? :P

The Anti- Bacterial Hypocrisy!

We have more bacteria than actual human cells on or in our body by a forceful ratio of 3:1 and that’s what the scientific reports claim. (Maybe we all should use bacteria as our surnames?)  Besides one of friends shyly admitted that she read some where that the human mouth houses more bacteria than the US houses its citizens. (Minus illegal immigrants ?) Great Scott! I am kinda relieved at least they didn't find it to a number close to the count of responsible citizens of India or China... In addition to this fact, a typical rationalist wouldn't be able to help but loudly reckon that a kiss could be just a massive exchange of germs and I can’t wait for an evolutionist or an evolutionary anthropologist to come with a sheer story of why we humans started kissing in the first place.. ( Gross? read on)

Several years ago I read a snippet of news, that firmly clung to my mind, which read that the count of allergies is in the rise for a section of us were on a mount to render themselves clean; actually it was ‘too’ clean.  Maybe it referred to the folks who used hand sanitizers after and before a meal. Now after reading the above gross fact, they might even start using mouth washes even more often, for all they can perceive is the invisible bacteria. For they seem that they are more of a bacteria plus a thinking machine, which thinks of nothing but eliminating bacteria. But if they really want to exile these bacteria of their bodies or mostly their skins, they seemly can, you know, outsource this cleansing to the bacterium terminators like the T4, a virus which already exists and it is not from the future biology textbooks.

However I usually think that our bodies are a battleground, where many bloody battles take shape in the mobile War-field: Our Blood. “No wonder blood is always a bloody mess or make one bloody mess” (Try reciting that in the British accent) Battles usually result in a Bloody Mess!

I continue to think that the body is a mighty fortress, in biological terms and not when an IED goes off in my neighbor’s. The infantry in my blood, the warrior cells of the immune system (WBC or T cells or whatever u call it) when they take on their enemies, they study their DNA and store their signatures in a database lest their relatives of the slain germs come, on the pretext of claiming their bodies. Our body, at most can protect itself from all the small invasions, if provided with ample nutrients minus sugar, though it has become very likely our staple diet these modern days. In the end, I guess it all depends on you, for you are the subtle commander in chief of your body’s defence forces, as the immune system depends on your mood, in other words, I guess, your emotional stability (Ah yes! I did read Daniel Goleman’s Emotional Intelligence)

Well! We being our bodies’ sole commander in chief, it becomes our duty to organise some military exercises or target practices for the body’s defence forces’ like letting some extra bacteria linger on. But if you don’t, then the soldiers might get bored and start attacking anything that enters the bodies from peanuts to bits of paper. Moreover by acting too clean, we lose out on the bacteria for our symbiotic relationship with them or just for some sheer military exercises.

My conclusion: In the end, I believe, we should take our bodies for some walk and let them be dirty for a while, so that your body can have some military games and stay healthy by maintaining a strong defensive database.Well! In the end we should just stay socially clean but biologically dirty……..For being too clean is not healthy and a distinct hypocrisy!  ;)