The Destined Roads

Whatever you get is predetermined. The moment you feel demeaned always remember there is something better that has been cleansed for you. You are the sole owner of that special thing. You can call dibs on that.

Your paths have been laid in front of you. It is your job to choose the right one that would lead you to your ultimate goal. Remember! no matter which path you choose you would always end up reaching your destiny. We should not feel scared if the path turns out to be an intricate one. There will be life's delicacies on the way which are meant to be savoured. Bon appetit to that !


I have been on such a path and I believe I'm still treading on one. I haven't yet achieved my goals. That tells me I've to keep on walking. I don't give a damn about the path coz I know that my path is right. My deeds are not flawed. My emotions are healthy. I devour the fruits of life so that I don't regret the missed opportunities. I dance with 'the joy' and the joy dances with me. I caress the fun and it fondles me. I am glad as I know that irrespective of the path chosen the predetermined destiny is sure to show up eventually and so I dangle carefree on the swing of life and hither and thither I move with a smile on my face and humour in my heart.

A bugger on the podium

I detest those guys who blabber a lot and don't do anything substantial. They always remind me of the politicians to whom we all cock a snook at. It is really pathetic to watch some babble on without bothering to watch where their tongues are leading them to. The flow drives us crazy and when it just starts to get on your nerves another list of imbecility gets augmented to the earlier incessant words and all you can say is - "There we go again !!!!"

Someone should really stand up against such babblers. They need to be stopped coz man they are driving us crazy. While we are busy listening to their nonsense and faking up claps, manifesting the signal of kudos for them, they are busy building up their confidence on false notions. They would one day end up losing big time. We would only want that to happen if we are really interested in watching a fall. If we are not then we will endeavour to stop it before something bad happens.

Every now and then if a guy blathers on pointlessly considering himself to be correct then boy we are praising a disaster who needs a good debate instead of a good clap as that is compelling him to think that he is always right. If we see injustice we stop them. That's what we do. We don't appreciate a blithering idiot. We laugh our asses out at him so that he is told what a jerk he is. But we are fed up of life. We don't want any liabilities on our shoulders. All we do is sit together and whisper banal remarks so that the fun gets lost in a group. Why can't we stand up and just smack the bloody hell out of him ? ( figuratively speaking ) !

Guys who say a lot and don't do a darn thing about it are called 'politicians'. That's in my dictionary buddy and I don't mean to be insolent at any point but that is the biggest swear word I've ever come across.

The Fall that teaches

It is so odd when the world is all of a sudden so condescending to us. It clearly puts you in a position wherein you can hardly think of getting out coz Boy you have become a part of the commotion, you have become a part of the flow. It is weird when people point out that some things are best while you know that they aren't coz deep down you know as you have seen it - the adversities that cling upon it. They point out some vague thing and call it clear. They point out the weak and call them strong. It is sometimes so disheartening when you experience it for yourself and find out the reality veiled behind the curtain of disguise.



People sometimes get acquainted to a place or two and consider themselves the adroit explorer. They swim across a river and take it for granted that they'd be able to cross a sea. Well du...uh that's only a figment of their imagination coz all they need is an eye-opener. The moment they'd do that i.e. dilate their eyes to see the reality Boom ! would go their dreams shattering into pieces. They'd be heart broken and would curse their imbecility. They would rebuke themselves for the things they didn't see coming coz they were short-sighted.

However I don't want to wake them up from their slumber coz they all appear cosy in their sleep. Their closed eyes remind me of the things that I used to do earlier when I was pretending to be asleep albeit with my eyes wide open. I don't want to disturb them. They would learn anyhow eventually. I want them to learn, learn from their mistakes so I don't get fingers pointed towards me for being audacious, so that I don't get accused for simply trying to be polite or for correcting others which apparently no one wants in the first place.

I want them to go for the leap. The leap of faith that would really unravel the mysteries of life. Making it through a fall would naturally give them the wings to explore the new horizon thus would eventually prove to them what kind of blockheads they were.. bragging about something they were hardly aware of.

The lost opportunities

When I look back at the moments where I could have easily made the difference by catching hold of the rump of those fleeting opportunities that I could have savoured and thus enjoyed the apex, I feel bleak. There were numerous opportunities on my way back to where I stand however I stand because I didn't choose any. There were moments which I brood upon really makes me wonder 'how stupid of me to leave a moment like that?' I could have tried that instead and worked wonders back in the day. How different then life would have been otherwise?
There have been chances which could have certainly made the difference in a positive way while there were those which could have pulled me down into an abyss. I am glad that I missed those that could have really screwed my life big time. But hey ! how do I know which were the good ones and which were the bad ones ?



Some say whichever moments we omitted unknowingly ( even those good ones ) were left on purpose because fate has something real good in store for us. I don't disagree with this fact however when I really don't behold that better future or fate coming it certainly hurts to know that it is after all just an adage that is supposed to make us feel better. The fact makes me gloomy and forces me to lose heart.
Those moments , those opportunities and those chances lost would never come back again in my life a fact I am aware of. However lamenting is not going to do me any good either. So what I should really do is brush off the thoughts of the lost occasions and really consider making the most of the moments that are supposed to come in the near future. This way I can prepare myself so that I don't miss on those important opportunities again and curse my conscience for the same in the days to come.

A sick man's friend

It is certainly hysterical when you find there is nobody to turn to and everyone who cares about you are standing far away from you and there is nothing that they can do in order to make you feel alright.I had such a moment where loved ones kept on calling to ask me about my well being while the cronies with whom I've been living for many days were nowhere to be found.They had some serious 'concocted-issues' of their own.It seemed to me,the moment, as if I was in my deathbed and was ready to succumb to my pain and yet I wasn't totally ready as I wanted somebody to heal me as well.Actually I was suffering from a high fever but my head as well as my limbs hurt like hell.While I summoned my guys who 'hang-around' they manifested a reason and put forth excuses of why they were busy. Probably the idea of assisting me in my condition was not, I guess 'fruitful', to them. I was totally helpless and was really looking for an assistance. That hour being an odd one I didn't have any other choice but to suffer quietly.
When the pain became unbearable I called upon my mom and dad. Albeit I disturbed their sleep but their words were like antidotes to me.The love and care and not to forget the concern,they imparted though it was on the phone seemed as if they were golden words falling to liberate me from my miseries. I started feeling much better although the pain persisted. My distant bosom cronies kept on calling showing their concern every now and then but what else they possibly could do ?
However the real help which ought to come from the ones that engulf me in my friend circle 'here' were nowhere to be seen.I was disheartened although sympathy found me at last but where the hell was empathy when it was most needed ?
I found myself crying out for help and there was none around.I cursed the place I was in, cursed the mess I was in and cursed my fate as it was certainly pulling me down with it.Soon a friend I had forgotten in a while showed up at my door and he came to my rescue.He sewed me up as I had found myself bestrewn by the agony I kept inside me.He gave me a massage that I badly needed. Gradually I felt I was feeling better as the gyp began to wane. I was really grateful to him and thanked him for his presence. It appeared to me as if I had been summoned from the dead.
It is certainly stupendous to discover how things of little importance turn out to be your real life-saver while the things which you like the most and wish them to never part away from you always reproach you and eventually turn your back towards you.One should never forget those little things of importance which although not in the picture might bounce back every now and then to assist you whenever you feel it is the end.

Guys like Gandhi

As a kid we used 2 fool around sayin stuffs !!! lik i used 2 say " in d past lyf i must have been a revolutionary myself lik Bhagat Singh !!! " ....... As a youth I've alwayz embraced violence....as d adrenaline keeps on pumpin after all !!! Even 4 a sec I had ne'er thought o' d possibility I could b Gandhi ( thinkin o' dat is dumb I no' but dats not d point ). 'Non-Violence can win wars' dis adage certainly is lika miracle in itself. I'd neva hav bn able 2 do wat he did......no human could've done it.....coz dat act was certainly a heavenly act.....which took care o' d British as well as our country eventually.....and not a single man was harmed.....!!! We'd 've done it otherwise .....!! (Pathetic our style !!! Ain't it ?? )
But broodin over d past consequences really makes us mournful coz d lives dat we had lost culd've been possibly saved had Gandhi popped up a lil' earlier in d 17th century !!! Guys lik Gandhi happen wen tyranny F**ks up Big tym !! Wish 2 hav guys lik Gandhi in our country prior 2 chaos so dat harm culd b shooed off as sun as dey r smelt..!

The Impotent Man

It is funny how things work in this world. Firstly, man is so impotent and making the matters worse is the fact that fellow souls try to take an advantage of it. They tread upon the feelings of the meek and try to dominate the world. Secondly, man cannot really surpass a limit, a confinement laid forth by unknown.
It is a tendency of any living being to reign and this brings forth a competition, a futile race where two things are sure to happen - Someone is supposed to be triumphant while someone is supposed to be vanquished. Still we take part in the race because the results remain hidden. The consequence could bring unprecedented outcomes. To take part in the pleasure of the race is itself pacifying and to live that fun we topple our fellow beings irrespective of how close they might be.