One thing could tear it apart.
One blow is all it takes.
Be careful.
How fragile you are?
And how much of you is at stake?
Should you give more than you take?
Or, should you take an equal stand?
Some choices are left at hand.
For love knows no rules.
It sees no risks.
Be careful.
How entangled you get,
The more of you will be torn apart.


This word sounds like something magical must precede the utterance of it. It is as if miracles need to occur for something to be miraculous but consider this, in this day and age when we know the world and the bit of the universe as is, is there a need of any other miracle? Trying to fathom the reality is life-long process and even if something really miraculous did happen would we be able to acknowledge it and appreciate it?

We have clearly taken the forces holding the planet and the air and water that sustains human life for granted, to the point that we are developing, exploring thus, exploiting more and more leaving for ourselves less and less a chance in survival. One thing out of place and life will be endangered. Are we conscious of the existing miracles? So, do we need new ones?

The times have changed and we have moved on from calling natural forces as almighty’s work to knowing that these are mere scientific(physical) phenomena and any such scientific process can be used to fool a child or someone who does not really know science.  Just like the illusionists and the magicians of today employ sleight of hand and science in their performance and we call that magic.

What would be really miraculous is the shift of human perspective. I mean, can we be real with ourselves for a moment!? Miracles happen when we snap out of the psychological reality that we live in and see the world for its actual wonders. Prejudice is an enemy of miracles and so is logic to some extent. The fight of the head and the “heart” is basically  logic vs feelings and they both have their own limitations.

If you just sit in wonderment of this world/planet you won’t accomplish a thing and if you try to explore any further then you would have more toys (technology) to play with, but perhaps no planet to live on.

When that happens, miracle will be needed; a sense of balance will be needed, a reality check will be needed and at that threshold neither good nor bad, right or wrong, head or heart, but only sensibility will work. Coming back to senses is miraculous!

Are we perceiving it as what it is or what we “think” it is?

That is relatable.

This is the era of being relatable.  If you relate, you sympathize. As a millennial, I can say that the use of this word has crossed all borders. In the real sense, I guess, this is what globalisation is. What I consider as exclusive to me today can tomorrow be trending under # relatable. I mean one of the most popular and relatable meme for me is about the reality of job hunting today. The employers expect you to have 10 years of experience before 22. Now tell me isn’t that just simply relatable?

But there is even a funnier and related trend that has come out of this “relatable”, it is called “same”. All I have to do is say, “same” no need to explain, no need to give any details.

I remember this one instance where we saw a kid’s ice-cream falling from his hand and my friend uttered… “same” and I instantly knew that he found something relatable. But that was it – one word – and the entire process of observing the situation, understanding it, sharing it with me and generating a response was bundled in one word, “same”.

But I could not differentiate whether my friend was relating to the ice-cream that fell down hinting to downfalls in his life or to the sad kid or both but I knew it mattered to him. At the same time that is hilarious to me because this generation is so done with it. Not only are we bored but we are some what emotionally distant because of the “been there done that” attitude. There were no statements, no pondering, no feelings just like that my friend shared his story while showing empathy to the kid using one word. Efficient? Yes. Effective? Hmmm… 

I did not even plan it but I am writing after exact two months. How cool!? But you know, last leg of a semester… Pheww.  I can imagine, after reading this, someone somewhere going, “same” haha.