Chronicles of an Extraordinary Fool

Welcome back to another one of my gab fests! How have you all been all this time?          I was wondering about something very banal not, because I'm incapable of having complex thoughts but, rather because it was so common and disinteresting that it kept popping up. So, the topic of our discussion today is (yep, you got that right from the title itself). So, being a citizen of a metropolitan city like Delhi, it is very common  for me to see quarrels, people are fighting on roads, the traffic jams are the culprits, in the air so polluted the smog is the culprit and so on. Fighting is something very constant those who dont seem to be fighting have other conflicts to tend to.        Therefore, the quarrel I am to address is the one that we dont see, coz what we see is just too petty for me to give my thoughts on. The quarrel within refers to the conflicting opinions of the heart and the mind, this confusion was made evident to me not by my own but rather a friend who was acti

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How easy it seems sometimes, to hold out a smile, to tell someone that you care for them! I was pacing up and down on the rooftop, under the negligible wind and dimly lit sky, hoping for it to rain. Something came along a thought clinging to the so called 'Train of Thought', I remembered once a conversation with someone, and her exact words were, "you see me smile naa but, have you seen my eyes?" Perhaps since, that day I realized that you gotta keep the happy eyes with you, or someone will call your bluff. So, when is it that you fail to see someone else's eyes ? Thats when your own eyes are sad and that was the shortcoming of it all. Call me judgemental, I say we all are. You think you are any different, I beg to differ, did you not judge first in-order to let in more information because even when you are just being procrastinating about another, you are constantly judging, its just that your judgement is changing like the fool's. This judgment is somet

Something I have learned long back is that LOVE is the only son of a dog (coz I'm feminist), that can drive me to write about something. Rest all I am capable of keeping in. You got that right, yes, it is that time again when I am feeling infatuation, a beautiful someone is seemingly more beautiful than the rest of them. I met her not at some party, bar, club, or disco (i don't go to any of those....... maybe once in a while), no, I met her at a college. Sometimes it's downright funny as to the chain of unforeseen events lead to such happy yet painful accidents. We started a conversation very prior to the scheduled time of discussion and by the end of the day which we both were crawling through (although in different teams), we were friends enough to exchange contacts and all (coz well, let's face it I'm charming, love). Now since that chance meeting, we have met each other a couple of times and I like the time I spend with her and on top of that she is funny

Been away from this vice for long now, I thought I was saving up my words, my thoughts but, they were rather getting lost. So, I'm not this "serial writer" who just has an urge to write out of something that has stuck my mind ANYMORE, I am more of a keep to myself these days and the job surely just keeps me busy. I was just celebrating my Saturday staying in bed (coz that's the extent of my celebrations #sadmuch), I thought of writing some shayri (poetry) but nothing came to my mind. I thought to myself perhaps this is because I have been keeping things in for so long, so, I decided to let it out but, the everlasting dilemma still struck, what to write when you have nothing to say, do you struggle with it often, what gives you this clarity in thought if it never happens to you. This entire thing was brought upon by this friend of mine, who sent me a piece of her shayri (poetry), and I did not have an answer for it, I thought hard and nothing, so I decided if not th