An Ode to the Endless Wetness

The splashing of mighty waves on the rocks, the salty fragrance and dampness sprayed out in the air. The roaring winds, the howling waters, the transferred epithets.

The sight of the mighty and gigantic sea is in itself highly liberating. Though it leaves one's hair and face all sticky and salty, having a little chat with a close friend and enjoying a generously spiced up corn has its own definition of fun and rejuvenation.

An ode to the lovely and soapy waters that actually clear off huge amounts of foam from our minds. It's as if the sea collects the foam from hundreds and thousands of worried and tired minds in itself.

An ode to the refreshing and highly palpable power of the gigantic stretch of wavy pleasure which in fury, might change into wavy "terror".

An ode to the similarity the sea holds with me, and quite many other lonely and subdued beings forced into living, forced into mortality.

Three cheers for the non-living and yet life-providing endless stretch of serenity in which even the sun revels drowning!!

To "Someone"

It's a tendency of mine to put up people who matter to me on high pedestals. I expect too much from them. And I want them to fulfill those expectations. Though, I always take care of preserving these highly positioned beings on the pedestals I created.

This post is actually directed towards a particular "someone" whom I consider a very important part of my life.

Trivial things matter to you, they matter to me, too. Like, there wasn't a "goodnight :)" text in the message you sent recently. Like, you called up "just like that" that day. Like, you asked "but the point is, did it bother YOU?".

May be, as of lately, I've been depending a lot on you. Sharing a lot with you. Talking a lot to you. Am I pressurizing a lot on you?

Am I expecting a trifle too much? If so, I blame it on myself, I had been impulsive. And, I am sorry for that.

Sometimes in life, there comes a strange instance when the person you had been so close to, with whom you shared each and every thing, whom you trusted, seems to become distant. And no, it's not the "People change with time" phrase that applies here, it's a realization that dawns, "You've been taking things for granted", words spoken right from within us, but yet, that seem to be a stranger's words.


I want to thank you for always being there for me, and hope that the same would be in the future too. And I want to promise you, that no matter how inconsiderate, how selfish I may become at times, there's still a person whom you can fall on when you need support, whom you can dance with when you feel happy.

Will be there with you, no matter what the circumstances, always and forever.



-- 'A friend who wishes for your happiness on every falling star.'

Life Stands On Two Hills

Life stands on two hills
Two hills not very far apart
With a deep narrow ravine in between
And no bridge, no rope to cross.

Life stands on the seashore
Staring at the water swallowing the sun
Aware of how the sand below it slips
Pondering over personifications having fun.

Life sleeps on the arch of the moon
On the edge of the highlands
And with every change in position
Is at a risk of breaking apart strands.

Life has its own mystery
Its unpredictability is the only thing predictable
Life seems to have no destiny
Love and luck all depend on the mind's cables.

Love and Hate get interwined
Fate crosses the streets not all the while
What is reality,
Even the virtual cries.

Life stands on two hills
And peaks never sit on hills
They sit ashore, enjoying
scorning over life balancing on thin lines.

Of Gender Differences

Gender differences- creeping in through the innumerable ambiguities and loopholes on the Indian Culture And Tradition branded bed sheet. In the past years and continuing right up to the current ones, like the never ending saas-bahu serials, this topic has ground for another such a never ending discussion. And yet people rant about nothing being permanent.

Gender differences- for me, the basic difference between a male species and a female species in the human race is their physical structure. Though for most other "valid" and "practical" and "unbiased" thinking congregations, it also includes "mental structure". Yeah, right. Could you please remind me the name of the famous architect who designed that bridge in our minds?

Well, I don't really know where this came from into me- genetics not quite being a reason valid enough. After all, which mother, who could occasionally turn into a fierce "women's rights lawyer" pass her genes to an unusually gender-ignorant daughter?

Well, this isn't exactly what I'd call a "non-gender-bias-awareness-campaign-article"...

cutting the long story short, I just wanted to inform you that I scored 66% on being a male in the gender identity test on tickle.com. I don't suppose I've the right, nor the desire to write an article on gender-differences nonetheless.