Chaos, Code, Success

I, What I am!

I started off as a good human being, I suppose. The common saying suggests that there is never only black & white, but that line of grey the world works on. As a naïve being, I used to think, no, I will not take the path of grey in life. Came to me the gift of logic, logic for coding, and life took me up to a level where one & zero (1,0) took up the entirety of my time.

The code doesn’t lie, it doesn’t cheat, it doesn’t manipulate. Revisiting the last statement, the code doesn’t do all those things to its coder. Though the code can do all those things for its coder, and that’s the definition of truth.

I started off as a “normal” human being, I suppose. Climbing up the ladder & checking multiple checkboxes at ones, I reached a place where only return() seemed like a sane option. I returned.

Being vested in something to an extent that you deprive yourself of the worldly charms, to just live your life, without collecting memorabilia might one day disprove your entire life & discredit your story.

Not following the herd, makes me not-normal, as iterated and suggested by the herd. “Common” human psyche suggests that everyone wants better in life, everyone wants to feel special & to get out of this common herd. The same people who vindicate me for being “not normal”, want to be not normal and stand out of the herd. A platitude, a cliché or what else might I call it.

The day has come when the value of one’s word solely depends on the things they have from the time in question. We, the people have started an era where there is no value at all for a bond between two people. All that matters is what can you prove. Crediting & discrediting comes based on the corroboration of your story.

Chaos. Life, Success…

I have always subjugated a theory. I shall call it the “theory of Chaos” (Not the CHAOS theory). I stand at a viewpoint, a moral high ground so that I can assert right from wrong. All my loved ones, should feel loved & ‘cared’ for, doesn’t give me a GOD complex, but provides me with the ultimate satisfaction of being able to give & take some happiness in the misery of day to day life.

Dictating wishes, while cosying up on your bed is way too easy, then going out in the world & making them come true.

Here, chaos occurs, when you get things done by just opening your mouth, the person who does all the work, will one day get slow at completing these tasks. Overlapping desires & time crunch will lead to this chaos, why? Out of 100 said things, if only one (1) doesn’t get fulfilled, you will, in turn, be labelled as a bad human being! Desires take that huge a role, that you get lost in this chaos.

A just cause for someone, a knife walk for me.

It gets worse. When you start to think, “I am needed”, life slaps you in the face and says “No, you are not”, why? Because people are replaced with more people & tasks are delegated. It doesn’t matter or makes a difference, who does it.

Success, a word for some, a day to day milestone for others. I have answered this one before. What is ‘success’? For some, it is that ultimate milestone that makes the world go shiny. The place where life takes the perfect shape they wanted.

But, isn’t success meant to be directly proportional to happiness? Not necessarily! In today’s world. If you are able to make each day that goes by, worth living, if you had a smile on your face or you were made to feel special, it’s ‘success’. At least I believe so!

When you waste or rather screw each day over and over and over for an infinite period of time, you don’t know the meaning of success. When you delay, or start to schedule happiness based on factors and time that is yet to come, you are delaying your success. Happiness can never be scheduled. It can be felt, “NOW”!

The Endgame…

The day you start to feel small, smaller than the world around you, it’s time to stop and rethink your life choices. Having a fair idea of your place in the world, rather achieving that state of self-actualization is a necessity for a happy today and a bright tomorrow. Something to Ponder on…

Me, The Antagonizing alien

We, the ones that carry empathy, love & kindness are often the ones carrying hate, rage & anger. It’s the mere habit to encapsulate things that fall into place & the things that fall out of it. Cushioning every thought that comes to your mind makes you a better human being, yet it becomes imperative that you make “others” understand the true meaning of the words you speak.

Speech is a powerful tool. It proves vital in both “construction & destruction” depending on the way you channel your words. Every person has this inner circle that they depend on, be comfortable with, can talk to, live with any time. If for some reason that inner circle starts to fall apart, who would you choose to blame? You might question and think, “is it me? am I changing? am I doing something wrong? Why the people who used to understand me, without me uttering a single word? now fail to understand my cry for help & my plea for support“.

Someone once told me “It’s not the other person” “Try to take your ego out of the equation & you will understand, it’s not the world against you, but you against yourself”.

What if, some fine day you wake up to realize that you drove away everyone who cared for you? What if, you finally understand that no matter what, how much, how significant part you play in the lives of your loved ones, you have to “not expect” anything. The idea that you will be treated the same way that you treat others, the idea that you will be loved, supported or cared about the way that you do, is moot, as it lacks sanity.

It was you, who decided to support someone, to be the strong point. Why would you expect the other one to do the same? The choice isn’t yours!

I woke up this morning to realize that it’s not what you do that matters, its what you fail to do that matters. Turned meanings, blank faces, ugly words, that’s not ill fate, that’s the end result of you commemorating yourself. In this very world, communication fails because “we listen, not to understand, but to reply”.

Reality of the Untold

When the words move my soul, I begin to unfold,
Unfold into reality, the reality of the untold…

I make myself desire, the ones that never mould,
Can never wish for something, that something made of Gold…

You stand like a bridge, making it all sane,
It’s tempting, it’s calming, it’s like summer rain…

Just a glimpse, your, glimpse that makes me sigh,
A sigh of relief, filled with sheer joy…

Sort out my life, to bring about a change,
It’s that rare a ray, who lights the cloud range…

Life turns wonders’, when you sheer hold my soul,
To Unfold into reality, Reality of the Untold…

The Humming Hour Glass

As I sit with a modest noise of silence, I hear the hourglass hum. That steady slip of silent something, every molecule chiming with mutant stokes of light, recalls the piece of past most cherished in time. That subtle grind of sand, invoking the misery that once seemed to be fading away, pertinent to the cosmos of things.

 

Where time is in no hurry, & I can’t seem to shake time. Where there’s a consistent need for a shelter from that bright summer sun, overpowering my own shadow. Where every moment passing reveals and steps to melt me. The sense of dismay & an added purr of stigmatic deception fluttering me, the hourglass lingering with reluctance to quality & a conscience to acknowledge.

 

One man’s twaddle, another man’s destiny, doesn’t quite justify. The one in power, tilting my hourglass to nuke my senses, crippling me & even challenging the gush of air keeping my feet in power & mind as a set. As I sit with a modest noise of silence, besides the glass pane as a spectator of a mute exhibition with voices of the verve & animation of a statue, I rest…

Asking no due..

Little knew me, thy courageous, a world resides in you,

Little knew me, all together, a voice calls so true…

 

Calm, composed, facilitated, without asking a due,

Stirring up the cool desire, chanting it all through…

 

Smothering all my guts inside, I stand out of queue,

Why? Oh why?  Hierarchy of things unfolding, utterly untrue…

 

A game begins, the game of life, little did I knew,

To absolute the world winning, my world being you,

Little knew me, thy courageous, a world resides in you…