The brushes drenched in colour,
Playing with jolly rainbows,
Laughing,singing,dancing,
Seemingly so happy,
So adept at concealing what lies beneath,
A broken heart that mourns the absence of the colourless water,
So long he had rebuked,
So many times he had taunted,
For being devoid of hues,
For being way too plain,
And silently she had cried,
Then silently she had left,
And now nobody knows for how long the brush has wept.
My life has been utterly unadventurous and my story is something that is known for it’s proficiency in inducing somnolence but I still have some interesting confessions to make.
My heart wants to spill them out of course but then there’s no fun in that. Everybody has a right to have some mysterious past filled with enigmatic secrets. It’s quite cool. Isn’t it? At least in TV series it is.
But I can reveal one secret here. The tragedy is that it isn’t that interesting but on the positive side it is worth some debate.
I have written many articles on ,you know, supposedly deep stuff; inner strength and life and hope and happiness and blah blah blah blah. But if I die and if you do my autopsy, you would find myself to be a ‘deeply’ superficial person.
(^Pun intended of course on your behalf)
Anyway, sticking to the post, I care a lot about what’s outside. And many a times I fail to look inside.
I worship vanity.
Though I know vanity sucks and I shouldn’t be doing what I do but..
Well…
It comes to me as naturally as procrastinating, bunking classes and sleeping.
^This is voice in my head speaking.
So, let me make some room for “I have to contradict everything you say and I will always be rude to you” person inside my head;
And here is the conversation between him/her/none/both and me;
Me: You know what? I am shallow. I like vanity. I look for beauty and I..and I deeply admire it.
Him/her/none/both: Too bad. If everybody was like you nobody would ever admire you.
Me: That’s rude. But you think I care about that?
Him/her/none/ both: If you are indeed shallow, you should. Huh! Too bad you suck at being superficial as well.
Me: So, you are saying I am not shallow. Well, thank you. But you know you suck at analyzing me. You have been wrong before. You are wrong now.
Him/her/none/both: I don’t know. Lets look at this from a fresh point of view. I will ask you some questions and you will give honest answers. And then you know, we can work out the possible conclusion.
Me: As if opposite was possible.
Him/….YOU KNOW WHO!: Are you beautiful?
Me: I don’t know.
You know who: Aen. Wrong answer.
Me: Okay, I am not.
YKW: Are you jealous of people who are?
Me: No, I am not jealous. I appreciate their beauty.
YKW: And why would you do that?
Me: Beauty can do wonders. You can escape with it. You can just run away.
YKW: Run away where?
Me: Into daydreams.
YKW: Even if that beauty is not yours?
Me: Beauty is never yours. You think you are beautiful. You know you are beautiful. And even then you are never satisfied with it.
YKW: What makes a person beautiful?
Me: He/she is pleasant to our eyes…I guess?
YKW: If somebody knows that he/she is pleasant to the eyes then why wouldn’t she/he be satisfied with him/herself?
Me: Beauty doesn’t end with being pleasant. It ends with perfection.
YKW: And since nobody can be perfect. Beauty is illusion?
Me: Beauty is the horizon we keep walking towards. It’s the dream we keep chasing.
YKW: So beautiful people are chasing horizon, You, the ugly one, are chasing horizon. And yet you want to be them knowing that they are basically doing the same thing as you.
Me: Here’s the catch-the horizon we are chasing are same yet different. And they might be doing the same thing as me but then they are NOT doing it the same way. Their way is quite different probably better than mine.
YKW: What are you going to do about that?
Me: Maybe make the billion dollar cosmetic industry draw profit out of me. And do it the “better” way.
YKW: Will that really make you happy?
Me: I don’t have any choice.
YKW: You know you could be satisfied with how you are.
Me: But then that wouldn’t make me superficial.
YKW: You know being not-superficial is not bad.Why is vanity so important to you?
Me: It’s in my genes. It’s in everybody’s genes. And nature wants this. Nature wants beauty to be there. And it also wants not so beautiful people to be there and appreciate it, maybe run after it.
YKW: Why would nature do that?
Me: Why would nature make murderers? Thugs? Corrupt politicians?
YKW: To maintain the balance?
Me: Exactly. Maybe. I don’t really know about that. All I know is nature encourages vanity in it’s own way.
YKW: If everything had been beautiful, then, I guess world would have been a lot different. And different here is not a positive one.
Me: How so?
YKW: There would have been nothing to chase. There would have been no motivation. And it doesn’t end with that. Motivation and inspiration has been a key factor for human civilization.
Me: I see this discussion is getting a little too philosophical.
YKW (out of the blue): What if you were beautiful like drop dead gorgeous. What would you do then?
Me: I don’t know?
YKW: You wish you were beautiful. And when you get to be it you don’t know what to do?
Me: I would admire my images and pics a little more, I guess? Date a little more I guess?
YKW: But your life would have end up being equally miserable. From your answer I don’t see you doing any wonders and everything you dreamed of.
Me; What’s your point?
YKW: That you are not as shallow as you think yourself to be.
Me: All this interview to prove me I am not shallow. You do know that’s a good quality. You are actually proving myself to be a good person! Who are you? What did you do to the voice in my head?
YKW: I don’t care if I prove you are good. I just need to prove you wrong.
Me: If I had been beautiful maybe I would have enjoyed the attention. Maybe I would have enjoyed hitting on hot guys knowing that he is not actually out of my league.
YKW: Okay you would date some really cute guys. So what?
Me: So nothing. I am back to square one. My life would have been directionless anyway.
YKW: Bingo! Dumbass!
Me: Okay, I get your point. Actually….. I don’t- you are trying to say beauty doesn’t matter?
YKW: I am trying to say beauty doesn’t matter. That much.
Me: So, what do we do?
YKW: We appreciate them and move on. Not all pretty things have to be yours.
Me: Good. Good. But I can’t change my nature. I am going to remain vain anyway. This discussion wouldn’t change anything.
YKW: I know that. But the real question here is; How much vain is it to be vain.
Me:; Exactly. So,what’s the answer?
YKW: It’s not vain to be vain. Though it is vain to be too vain.
Me: How informative! How do you know you are being too vain.
YKW: When you are crying about it like a baby. And when it starts clouding every decision of yours. When you are so obsessed with it that you forget who you are. You forget what your qualities are. You forget your values. You forget what you were born with. Girl, you have to understand that some things you don’t have to own.
Me: That’s easier said than done.
YKW: Yeah I know. But then you have a choice- Make your life miserable. Or make your life worth living. My favorite? The second one.
Me: I get your point. You are not in your criticizing mood today. But looks like I am. SO, here is what I am going to end with- What we all have to keep ourselves reminding is- Universe is too big you are too small. IT DOESN’T FUCKING MATTER!
YKW: Bingo. That proves you are not shallow. You’re welcome.
Me:
P.S. The title courtesy goes to one of my closest friends– fuck that, the title courtesy goes to THE closest friend of mine who doesn’t read any of the shit I write but then I don’t care as long as she keeps suggesting me the possible “topics” and have late night texting debates about them.
I wake up to another day,
It is nothing like the past,
I tell myself yet again,
the delusion is vast.
The mirror smirks,”It’s you again.Isn’t it time that you go?”
“How many times will I see you again and tell you exactly so?”
Of course, if given a chance,
I would lend myself and borrow,
But with whom I do wonder,with whom I ask again!
Who do you think in here, O mirror, has a better tomorrow?
You can read the first part here; A better tomorrow
The road that I’ve walked across,
Has led me to nowhere,
I would’ve asked for directions,
But I have no address with me to spare,
I ask my heart, I ask my mind, I ask myself again,
I hear no one replying, nobody seems to care.
So, now I sleep again,
With the pain and the sorrow,
And I smile as I close my eyes…
Hallucinating a better tomorrow.
You can read the next part here; A better tomorrow chapter-II
Let’s not get started with women and woman empowerment stuff. That is not important.
You know what is important? What is simply indispensable? These people; the ones I am going to talk about. The noble people. The sons of gods. The extra-ordinary. The cosmic. The colossal. Let me uncover the invisible pieces of their exquisite non-existent mind before you;
Part-1: Delayed image processing.
It’s not like that we like to stare. We don’t. There are other things in our lives too. Like–
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Okay, we don’t. But that is not the point, the point is that the main culprit here is the image processing system in our heads.
See, how can you expect us to make sense out of the images we see with our exceptionally dysfunctional brains? We have to feed the information in our impeccably slow brains for long long time and then and only then the meaning is decoded and delivered to us. We are not able to make sense out of this delivered message even but that is not we are talking about here. Our point is; We stare because we don’t have any other choice. We are handicapped. Please understand that.
Secondly, since we were raised in sewers we never got to know who females were.So, when we came to the ground it was unbelievable!There is something called woman? What? Since when?
Part-2: Limited vocabulary.
The reason that we stick to whistling or “Hey! sweetie!” or “Hi! darling!” is that we don’t know any other words. For having a good vocabulary in any language, you gotta be smart or average or even a little below average. But there is no scope for null IQ anywhere.
It doesn’t matter though. Why do you need a vocabulary? Why do you need any kind of IQ? Or education for that matter? It’s useless! It’s just absurd!
Given a chance we would bring the literacy rate of the country down to zero. There is no use. All the guys in the world need to go out on the streets with their bikes and have fun with girls walking around. Come on! Man! THAT IS LIFE! THAT IS ADVENTURE!
Part-3; Who are females?
Err… The thing with the hair and the breasts and the butts, we guess?
Part-4: The eternal entertaining element.
This bollywood, TV serials, Novels ( Wait. What are novels?)etc, etc is not entertainment. It’s nothing compare to what we do.
When we whistle at the girl passing by or throw chits at her or call her names or comment on her, follow her and make her life a living hell , that is the moment when we feel that ultimate thrill. That irritated look on her face and Oh! What it does to us! Amazing! Man! Amazing!
We will tell you a secret- We know from the empty head of ours that behind that irritation and anger , she is blushing. That tears in her eyes are of joy. Inside she is going stark raven mad with happiness. It’s so obvious. Our dysfunctional brains are never wrong in detecting these inner truths.
Part-5; Stalking.
You are in love with this girl! You have got to know her don’t you? Yes, she doesn’t love you ( or so she says). She has yelled at you, spat at you and told you to just fuck off but does that mean anything?
Absolutely fucking not.
That, my friend, is the beginning of the chase. That is the beginning of your love story!
Part-6; Handling criticism.
Yeah, well, people are just jealous.
You know how they get.
Roaming on bikes on the street all day and ‘entertaining’ our selves- that is our purpose. We- Doing any sensible work that could help in building the economy of the country? GOD FORBID!
We are not going to waste our precious time on anything like that.
What we do is a high profile life. Even Harvard graduates dream of that.
People can say whatever fuck they want but we are no ordinary people. We are assholes. The assholes. And they are just, like we said, jealous.
Part-7; The fears and insecurity.
We express our selfless love to them and they just reject us. Outright. Just like that. That is rude.
That’s depressing.
It’s an insult. A blow to our self respect.
Gotcha! Self respect? What the hell is that? Screw “self” what the hell is Respect?
Never mind. We are not interested in knowing anyway.
Part-8; Future plans.
We plan to have some kids though we have been strongly advised not to procreate. Why you ask?
Our genes are so exceptional, so explosive, so good that world might be in a threat of too much goodness. Our progeny will carry this threat with them. So we have a choice of to be or not to be a hero.
We don’t know. We are still confused. We want some kids but then we need a wife for that.
Even though we are one of a kind, our proposals have been turned down over and over. Finding a wife is difficult. These women, we treat them with dignity and this is how they pay us back!
As of now, we don’t have any future plans, We might end up being the hero, who knows?
Part-9; How does it feel to be a huge liability.
What’s liability?
Well, in the end, I have to mention that people I am ….
And you guys are worth some applause.
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