I have more things to do…
But I have my own selected priorities , though it look silly to some and careless to many..
But yes i do have my priorities.. And the most prior of the priorities is you…
Life starts with you and Ends at you
Hope you all have been in a good festive mood, and enjoying the festival with your family , neighbours and friends..
So, here I wish you all a very Happy Deepawali… The Festival of light,
Have the best possible light around you ..
May you all Grow More and stay Grounded.
Use Earthen Pots, Candles for lightening, try to avoid electric consumption.
Eat home made sweets, & snacks
Make Rangolis, click and share pictures.
Avoid Crackers and preserve the ecosystem.
Say No to Pollution.
Happy Deepawali to you all again..
After a long day,
Me at a coffee shop with a coffee on my table.. and literally no one to accompany me.. Looking everyone with a story in mind about their conversations..
In between this, just swallowed the unbearable coffee sips..
And my vulnerable eyes started looking at everyone and everywhere..
Then I saw a table where three girls were sitting and gossiping about something with shouts, giggles and laughter..
I just changed my seat.. And sat next to their table so that I could listen what they were talking about..
Ok so now they were audible..
As I raised my listening skills by few more decibels..
So the coffee was quite entertaining now, and I asked one more to look engaged to the waiters.
These girls were clapping and doing high fives in between them.
The three girls were talking about their respected boyfriends, and how they have been pampered ..
actually they were saying that , they literally play as per their will with the boys.. Be it a movie going or some expensive purchasing.
They compared who is better among the three and how they are planning more expenditure from their boyfriends. As Diwali is on the cards now,
I was actually liking this, as it is something new to know..that everything is as per planning and plotting.
In between this they have realized that I am listening their talks..or observing them.. They may have thought that I am interested in one of them..
So they actually started looking at me with a smile..which was even more hilarious.
One of them has loosened her hair and started swinging her hair with a confident swag ..
And looked at me with even more nuances .. With fixing her messy Red t-shirt near her waist.
And looked at me for while trying to say Hey or Hello, with a smile filled with fakeness,
I just turned my eyes and shakedown my head.
She along with her friends left the place
Reasons better know to them.
But yes she had her flair.. 🙂
And I turned off the signals and shifted focus on the right hind side of the table,
Where I saw An lady around 85years was there with a kid may be her grand daughter..
She was in a state of confusion as she don’t know what to order and how,
Then a suspicious man with a very suspicious look came , could be her servant or a known fellow..
Even he was unsure about the things so , I helped them to make their order
He came and asked me to click a picture of him showing his Rudraksh and also asked my name,by saying I will be helpful to you sir, I am the one to whom you pray daily.
I said, look I am helping just for the sake of kid and the lady ,not for being asked for clicking your PIC.
He said ok sir, and obliged for the help in placing order,
He was a bit different from normal, like mentally instable and heavy in voice, his actions were strange, though they enjoyed their coffee.
but I still don’t why he asked me to click his picture though I deleted it.
Then i recived a call from my home,left the place.
***P.S – I wrote this post by being at the coffee place.
Oh the thick big glasses on my eyes don’t look good to the girls,
They say I look like an uncle..
Oh the dark skin tone of mine don’t attract to the girls ,
They say, they can’t even see me sometimes..
Oh the lean and thin body of mine , more like a Skelton , don’t get appreciated by girls..
They say , They want muscular guys..
They want Prince charming but with more the looks of the Prince ..
That’s it !!
Do I look like a Prince ? ,
Yes of course ..
But to me, and to my mother and sometimes in my mirror…
They all want someone with good physique, and handsome looks..
They treat me like a tree, as they don’t even notice when I stare at them.
They laugh at my walk, also at my talk.
They make fun of my clothes .
They are good in fact better than good..
But they should treat me at least a human..
Human with all the feelings, and flaws..
The Real Prince doesn’t require all the attributes , to get liked they get liked for being what they are.
Oh they don’t even know that Thin, Lean, Fat, Short, Tall,Dark,Ugly, or weird are not what we can demand but yes we can diminish these tiny things of appearance with our nature , character and humanity.
And The Real Prince is always about character, Humanity, Humbleness etc. Hope they learn before falling and failing in life..
P.S : Just A Random Writeup.
So, Then I have realized that I can’t be a writer as it needs lot more than just writing good and real,
As It requires a lot of materialistic things, and many more fabricated insights, one can’t be a writer if he/she is willing to write with the pure emotions and substance which makes him feel to write,
They may put words and also may compile it , but it would not be enough to get attention and readers, you need more spices,
And by having such spice you may tend to loose your original idea of the article or plot,
You may write but you will never get satisfied with your work as you have opted for the additives of the trend.
You may even find your self in a state where you are doing your work but for the choice of others,
The tears , pains , emotions, happiness, sacrifice, selfishness, tragedy etc etc of your work will only get attention if it has some layering of everything in trend be it a title of the article or the visualization of it,
sometimes you may need to promote it like a salesman, the original description of pain and happiness with the words came from heart may not by liked by the readers, they have their choice of interest and it has nothing to do with the effort you kept for writing,
You and your writeup will be discarded within sometime. As you may not had the ingredients they were looking for..
You can’t be what they want , as you can’t diminish your creativity..
But you can’t survive with what you feel and write ,as everyone has options more than the choice..
Think About it.