Chronicles of an Extraordinary Fool

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 f...

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...

So, I know its been too long since you heard from this fool but I have been occupied otherwise, and it took something really strong to shake me back to my senses and turn to the thing I love. This is in human nature that we are always attracted and obsessed towards things that aren't there with us and neglect those which are, the fickle human mind I tell you!! So you may look at anything and you will see how right I am, you know this nature of ours is so strong that it implies to something as little as weather too, how many times have we wished for rains when it was hot and humid  and how many times we beg for the sun to show up when it is raining for some time. I agree to the fact that excess of everything is bad but all I need to point out is that we never stop looking for something that isn't in our reach, otherwise we do work for it. So, as a younger sibling I was always treated as a being with lesser brain and my 1 and 1/4 years older brother knew it all, I used to feel...

Ever wondered what could be the possible cause of a blessing, I mean we all question god or blame someone for a tragedy or something as meagre as weather (trust me you have said it once in a while that "oh god why is it so hot/cold?" depending on where you are placed geographically). The fool had just been stuck with this dilemma that why has he been blessed to live twice, through 2 lethal accidents. Then a theory stuck his mind, he was always clear with the fact that "how in a mysterious way life works and one achieves heaven or is sent back to hell" yes, he believes life to be the hell, a place where you go through a hitherto of emotions, desires, feelings, needs, wants, bonds and expectations. Expectations being the worst of all, "you think you are fee of those" the fool asked me one day. I replied yes, I dont have anyone who expects anything of me. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA" the fool burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. what about the ones you...

I would love this chance to comment on the movie and I warn you now that if you havent seen the film, I suggest you turn back this instant!! Udta Punjab, the tittle itself is quite interesting, the most basic and straight forward inference that can be drawn is "the 'high' addicts of punjab", high here is for those intoxicated, high is also the number of addicts. I myself  have never been exposed to the drug problem in punjab but this sure gives you a real insight. The movie remains focused on the drug problem all through the film, for some time you may even believe its a movie made for a social cause, and it just might be. The film received a raw treatment as compared to other films and this kinda adds up to the message portrayed. The story is very strongly represented through characters and harsh realities embedded into reel (yes, it is a reality that punjabis have that filthy mouth when it comes to imposing a strong personality). One thing that set back the entire ...

Hey readers, So the fool sat down on the side of a busy road, waiting for a bus to show-up, wondered long and hard at the events of his life as it sprang ahead, as fleetingly as the cars went by. Order, the word order has been something that has dictated all his life, cant remember his life without the order of school introduced in his life. He couldnt conjure up the memories that he might have had as a child but, later when he switched to primary school he was subjected to this routine of getting up by 6:15am and leaving by 7 for school, coming back by 2:00pm and running off to tuition by 3:30pm and so on. the order kept changing though during the course of his lifetimes. it was like he was running a relay race with baton of time at hand. Each relay he completed, he emerged better than the last one, with that order setting-in in his lifestyle. Part One,             the fool got up early, so his brother can have the convenience of a longer sleep (honest...

Something has got to tick for me to write and as it appears I shall write as another. So here goes to the extraordinary fool.           He sat laid back watching tv, the movie showing was  intense, the theory of everything, never thought theories to be made of such complex human emotions he said to himself. The movie was so enthralling, the sheer strength of the bond between the sick doctor and his wife where she tries her best to uphold the relationship.           He had known black and white all his life atleast, that is what he dealt in at all times the emotions were always two extremes little did he know that, that was not how things worked. People say red is the color of love but, he stood in defiance, he believed it to be gray colored!! Why you ask, well, so did many and he replied as to why it is gray. He believed that love existed because of its affection now this affection coul...