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  What do men do when they feel threatened? When they feel the nectar of their eternity slipping away like a wine? -They make sorry excuses, drench the rusted files with their own law, ornate the history with lies, cage the tamables and silence the wilds. When they are scared that ‘her’ powers like a deliberate venom would crawl to their thrones , that the crown would beacon for a queen and not a king, what do men do? -They defame her not so subtly , like hawks they prey upon her body and when that doesn’t work either, they burn her and call her a ‘witch with dark magic.’ What do men do when they are threatened by even education, scared of poets metaphorizing the unrest within or of unsettled teachers teaching past the syllabus? -They replace them with a monotone who knows not to voice for a change , they lock those   poems in the shadows where they are best untold and if that doesn’t work either, like a puppeteer they change the ways of this ‘threatened’ education jibing at

 [ I know , I am not a little but a whole lot late this time for the update curtsey to my phasing in and phasing out but now I shall try to be loyal with my blog and to all of you who are reading our posts and taking your time to comment, you have given me a push forward all over again!!  here's the new update, in the hopes that it would entertain you till the end!] Bathroom: PLEASE NO… No… Not again…!! *me comes inside my bathroom* Me:- no… I mean why on earth is growing up so chaotic , I mean you have to go through all the shakespearean seven stages of life without the mercy of a single option and when you are ‘legally adult’ phir toh tauba tauba!! The 18s and 19s are such frail ages, drenched with dilemma , bafflement ,volatility and you name it.  No, the problem is we , the 18s and 19s are placidly stable , I don’t know about the others, atleast I am. Placidly stable in a psychiatric sort of way if not financially until I am tagged as weirdo and NOT apparently   suitable fo

  What it is to be talentless you ask? – what it is to walk amidst the crowd of a flawless world being NOBITA!? when even your ripen good old heart does not stand out to be called on the aisle, nobita was rather the antagonist but we are not ready to ruin our childhood, for believing in fairy tales and a 22 nd century robot cat has given the talentless hopes beyond reasons even if they are delusional. Yet, the shakespearen tragedy is not all nobitas have their doraemons! Saving ruffin, the dolphin or protecting RIRURU like some shield hero have soared up the TRPS, but nobita is still our crybaby, just a knucklehead stupid boy helpless without gadgets and parents would still moralize their kids on ‘how you may end up like nobita if you watch him all day’. It is what feels like to be talentless! Either you are born with talent in a silver spoon or you make your own talent to be etched out as examples, those stuck in between are like those trapped in multiple dimensions. Stumbling wi

The twilight that transcended me into this made me stumble upon aficionades who got me convinced that ohh!! I am an obese. And now I shall be fooling myself by pretending to savour the summer breeze For my happiness has gone to a night walk since I have gotten obese. People say I eat too much- but ohh! All the efforts of this nefarious world shall drown in futile for two lovers food and I are inseparable . Food to me is like the pastel touch of rain on the unfed petals , food to me is like the pristine smile of a sinless child, food to me is an oracle showing me the dancing lights. And yet the truth is I eat too much and in repentance my heart often sighs, but the uncompromising so ul obscures the truth that yes, I am obese. Thou shall blame my laziness or perhaps it is my pampering that has sabotaged any desire of my body to work out diligently. Exercise and I are like the sky and the oceans chasing each other relentlessly and like them we never converge, extending both to eternity un