EMAHO

We live in a self created world where most of the reasonable approach and behaviour comes from, Me: Knock, Knock.. They: Yeah!!, Knocking on the heaven's door.. Me: May I please come in? They: Your cheap indulgence can not destroy my inner peace and beauty of my life.. Me: Excuse me? They: You cant understand. Neither I want you to understand. Please let it be. Me: Ohkay, but what? They: I am not insecure for anyone because I am secured enough and confident enough for myself. Me and my life is very simple. It is not like your shit life. Do you get that!! Me: You may go and snob where ever else you want and the way you want with your bloody desperate spree of nuisance.  They: You dare to abuse me and give a undignified verbal assault? I will see to this. Me: Ohkay. They: So you arent affected right and you don't bother at all. You think you are very smart and we cant overpower you? Me: Dafuc!!, bwhahahahhahah ahahahahahhahahahahhahahha!!.. They are ...

The note is an extension to  http://maktubpomilproch.blogspot.in/2014/05/true-identity.html#.VEi6_GeSwwY  . This blog titled "TRUE IDENTITY" had well derived words that stated, "But then he got her pregnant. And it all went downhill from there. He refused to lend his surname to the child. He denied being the father of the child and would take no further interest in the child. He even offered to sponsor the money and facility for abortion." The developing societies which boast of ethics on its humane, fight against women abuse and all the societal existence that follows is just a photo-shopped faux. The more it claims, the more downright unclaimed the reality is. People who stand against the odds are let down with cheapest indulgence of being wrong.  On many of her kinds and experience, She was a woman of substance who believed in a true emotional commitment to him in every thick and thin. She stood by his side where others could have easily walked away ...

They say, "Go to Goa, party harder, get drenched in boose and walk red-eyed on grass. It is Goa. Goa is high, hyper and hippie." I heard that all and knew that there is much more to the specified highs here. On a psychadelic trip away from the horns and hustles, this part of India has to offer the most well defined culture, heritage and essence of it's own existence. Having quit my corporate enslavement lately, this was a much awaited exploration of my life. Being a mesmerized traveler on Konkan routes for five years, I was very much fascinated by the tattooed firangs and the Kokam squashes at Margao Railway Station. I used to travel alone in my two-tier side berth most of the times and watched everything pass by, with a book in hand, sitting under the blanket. I never could relay it to anybody but there was an intuitive connection to this part of India. The moment I was offered an official visit here, all I could say without a second thought was a ...

Having naturally unkept hair like Frank Zappa and a serious hippie look that made me look like an abstract thing in my family, as a kid I was always referred as "That girl who looks like an anglo-indian afro aboriginal!!..Is she your daughter!?!?". My father used to laugh and say,"yes!!,yes!!". My mother's attempts to frame me into girly clothes and hairstyles always failed as a disaster. I had a waist of 32 and had a round chubby face. I was a pre-mature birth with dents in my skull and wierd since the beginning. This wierdness was a hallmark till I realised my ownself in the college. Log mujhe "Maggi Maggi" bolke haste the cause of the hair and I used to be least bothered and self-occupied. I was ragged the most in comparison to my other batch-mates because I looked strange to normality, and guess behaved stranger with the inbuilt "Dont you dare" fauji brat attitude. Never into intoxications and addictions, I still always looked liked...

The conversation between me and her started on an image I shared with her on whatsapp. The image depicted the vastness of freedom we humans crave for, the vastness to explore and the vastness to live those out-of-the-ordinary adventures. This was the image that gave me a sleepness night thinking about the amazing calibre of instances that can happen to life, if we think of them and plunge for a fearless dive.  She is a silent woman who normally doesnt express much and it was like an adrenaline rush when she exclaimed in a go,"mujhe bhi udana hai..give me the wings". I was so amazed and declared,"Lets be Wright sisters this time".  The Wright gliding experiments were always based on the "Lift Equation", like most of us measure the quality of the people we are with by the lift they can give (by their capability to fulfill our needs). The wing wrapping systems were used for the aircraft's lateral control, like the immediate and long-term needs o...

Avidly, stars are astrological incarnations held on belief by many of us. Some are born with great star influences and some with none (as believed and taken). For me, stars are all about what Pink Floyd lyrically "Breathed"-"Long you live and high you fly. And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry. And all you touch and all you see. Is all your life will ever be." (starstruck and influenced) Co-relating affliction to imperiality, lately I have realised how small is the value of LIFE (living and yet-to-be-born) for people around. There are people who struggle to survive, who want to live a little more and not die, a mother who wants a child from her own womb, a mother who would bear pain to the extremes to let the life she has held inside her for months breathe by itself finally or who disrupt every atheistic supremacy to submissive prayers for a beloved to stay for a life-time. I have realised, nobody would trade their life and needs for the concer...

In the 19th century, inhumanity meant cruelty and in the 20th century, it means self-alienation. Alienation is an often tragic form of dislocation which entails disruption between the hopes, dreams, aspirations, relationships and social world which seems to be moving in a sphere. The victim's relationships can be sabotaged equally or particularly through verbal pressure, threats, diversions, distortion campaigns and systems of rewards as well as punishments. The industrial and scientific age has recreated the world of complexities along with specialties which is incapable of perceptions holistically. It is possible for people to manipulate their identity while keeping their privacy. Nowadays, the world has been reduced from naturalists to labors and countries to markets with a sole purpose of gaining profit. The ultimate justification of all interactions leaves no space for selflessness, altruism and fair-minded service. It is all about head-over-heels dependency on technolog...