Thursday, June 12, 2014

The Social 'Me'dia

Did something good today? Please put it up on Facebook, or Twitter or Instagram or it didn't happen!
Got married?
If you don't drown your friends in "happily ever after" pictures of you and your better (soon to be bitter) half then you guys are still happily unmarried.
The Me Syndrome has bitten us all to various effects.
For some it's about showing their friends what they will poop the next morning. While some distinguished folks set upon a journey to selfify every place they come in contact with. The bathroom has been the most spotted in those pictorial autobiographies of these legends.
There are those who who like like  to  to reiterate reiterate their their thoughts thoughts time and again time and again.
See, that works!
Note- Thoughts here could mean anything from Status Updates to Profile pictures.
Some, like me, choose to crib about all of the above through Tweets, Facebook posts, Blog posts etc, and then wait for the Likes or RTs to pour!

Waiting...

Still waiting...

Monday, April 14, 2014

In conversation with myself

It's 'come home to an empty room" o' clock. You switch on the lights, and find yourself in a parody. The 4x4 you call your room is as accepting as the child who's been denied a pacifier.
Sometimes the most daunting task is to face yourself, uninhibited.
It's scary. Falling short of your own expectations; looking back to find failures and shortcomings tutting at you. Tomorrow looks as unsure as the present. You are reminded of  a bug, unloved, an unwanted, lying on its back. It can't expect its friends to come to help and flip it over, can it?
Then why are you so expecting, you think to yourself
!
You try and talk yourself out of your self- inflicted pain. Cliches, the silver linings and the glintless dawn, they can't exorcise your demons
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You try the pills instead. There is a certain comfort in slumber. 
You have your dreams that none can take away from you.
 At that precise moment, when you are trying to wash them down with a mouthful of beer, you see a book. 
The cover is battered; you reach out to it... 


To be continued...