Traces and trails.

Is it meaningful to try to trace your steps back to something that was not meant to be? I do not think it is. But those who move on quickly are they heartless? Hmm… Some questions are not easy to answer but experience can give us some insight.

We leave traces and trails. What we ignore finds us, and what we try to find seems to run away and hide further from our sight. Traces, they are everywhere and we do not only leave them, we carry some of them. What we do is, we keep ourselves occupied with the traces that are behind us and miss out on the trails in front of us.

Having understood that we should not live in the past, we make a conscious effort in choosing our thoughts and focus on the present. But does that work? Is that enough? If we look closely we would observe that even though we think we are not living in the past or that we are not thinking about the past, the traces of our fondness and attachment to the past could be found for example, in speech, in eyes – the way we look at certain things.

Have you ever said that you have finally moved on from someone or something, but later realised that you still talk about it. The conscious choice of not having thoughts is perfect but the idea of “what it was like” stays so strongly etched in the mind that we speak of it highly and frequently. Some of us would even find ourselves seeking the same experience. Familiarity is nice but could become an obstacle.

Traces, that is what we need to to get over with and look for trails that lead into a new adventure.

LOL or may be lol.

A friend can tickle,
Spots unknown to others.
Friends can act crazy,
Just for your laughter.
A small giggle a little smile.
We all shared them all the while,
In classes, in games,
In all the serious places it seems.
A joke, a wink, a smirk
Be it from miles away.
Still it works.
or a laugh out little.
But you know…
You want to burst.
So chuckle away!

Hatin’ n Lovin’

If they do not hesitate from hating then why should we hesitate from loving, right?
Even in the worst case scenario nothing would come out of either. But never start hating love just because of one failure instead we must learn to love the hate because that just might teach a hater a lesson or two about love.

And then again if you say people can not be changed that easily then just remember this very statement and do not let anyone change your lovin’ either.


When you are just in a funny mood and not really inspired but you still want to write something like this happens:

(J)oin a few more dots.
(U)nder line all the extra facts.
(I)nside out should be the detail.
(C)ovet the most important tracks.
For (y)our rumour to be kneaded well.

Add (j)ust a little bit of spices.
(U)se salt as per your liking.
(I)n bits you may add the garnish.
(C)over it up while cooking.
(Y)ummy rumour-bun is a relish.

(J)ust a little sense hidden…
(u)nderneath all the confusion.
(I)n a cohesion (c)reate an illusion
(Y)ank open a rumour when you need it.
Do butter up for extra juicy bits.


Facts are facts.

Not my kind of prompt I have something else on my mind.

“Facts do not leave place for possibilities?” – It is from a movie.

I like that statement. Facts indeed do not leave any space for further discussion, they are stoned etched in a way, what it is – it is! and that is that! And why is there even a need for possibilities? What kind of possibilities do we really need?

Sun rises form the eat and sets in the west. That is a fact. But is it? In the bigger schemes of things sun does not even move, it is the earth that revolves around the sun and there must have been a time people thought that earth was the centre of the universe.

Had people settled with the theory of sun rising and setting no one would have ever made an effort to know more about it. Just like the earth’s shape it seems flat but it is for a fact spheroid like ellipse. So I guess that clarifies the need of questioning and in the bigger picture, we should always take things as they are – mere statements, mere observations because facts are made only when theories are proven. And what is this proof?

As scientific and mathematical a proof can be like for gravity or sky’s colour being blue, the proofs always reside in our five senses. On an external level seeing, hearing, tasting, touching, smelling proves the absence or presence of something or someone very easily.

And that is why I find it a little amusing that Newton discovered gravity only when an apple hit his head like did he never fall down on his own to question – “why do I always fall down?” Do not tell me that is not funny.

We mostly make discoveries of the things that were always there and research things that are futuristic in their notion. That is such a beautiful difference between discovering and researching. And when it comes to supernatural – all the things that have been imagined, all things that are believed by some and disregarded by others for the lack of scientific explanation – what is the proof? Why is the world so divided on religion and god? And are they even real? What if all of it is just nonsense?

All in all when there is no scientific proof for something, one could use the five senses. And if that fails to make one a believer they could try experiencing it – sort of like the sixth sense; call it feels, gut feeling, intuition, experience. For experience is not refutable and it is personal. See that is the word personal! It is called “personal” experience but that does not mean others can not have it.

Facts are facts but personal experiences are factual too just that they are personal like dreams, there is no proof for them. Only memories and experiences, after all our brain does NOT differentiate if it is real or imaginary because if it is an experience – it happened. It happens and it is real!

Enthusiasmic Poem

Enthusiasm? After looking at the prompt I have lost mine. What a strange one! Some days daily prompts surprise you and other days they are just meh. Even the dictionary has one fixed meaning for this word – It just can not be played with. But going by my habit I could try sharing my opinion. Here we go.

Enthusiasm is a good thing but rarely found these days because let’s be honest even the meme culture favours the idea of sleeping over dealing with life. According to a scientific finding hitting the snooze button decreases your life by the minute and people’s reaction, sort of unanimous reaction, to this was, “huh! I’ll die doing the thing I love”. I guess that speaks for itself. So much for enthusiasm!

So there you go, call it my millennial mind set where being in your twenties means you are old. Old enough to make your life choices which mostly lead to juggling a social life, a personal life, a celebrity-like life (where each tweet and insta post is so so necessary), a life that requires knowing this world, a so called professional life, oh and somewhere in between all this a thing called sleeping!

The most ignored thus most loved activity of all, which does not qualify as an activity to begin with.

The trend of multitasking at life is so on right now. It is like, if you are not like, in it, like if you are not following the trend like you are not cool enough and I mean really? That many likes in one sentence? So if you are wondering, as I am, where is all the enthusiasm going? Apparently, in to these trends.

Style is a trend – makes sense, but you can make hate a trend too (ooh and click-baits are a thing too) everything trends! Don’t believe me try it on your own – one can make anything the “thing”. You will be surprised at the things that can be sold under the name of trend and the crowd would buy it enthusiastically. But then again this is just a rant and if it was not for these pop-culture millennial trends I wouldn’t know what to write for today’s not so interesting prompt.

Too much enthusiasm meets pain,
For expectations lies in our brain.
No enthusiasm is only bad,
As frowns only make us sad.
Let’s be happy and spread some jolly,
A dash of gusto can kill melancholy.

The fall.

Yes, we all love autumn. Okay maybe not all of us but who does not like the changing weather? I happen to love it. Mostly because the last quarter of the year is all about tying loose ends. Also because it is festival season intertwined with my birthday. Yeah it kind of gets lost in all the fest, but having birthday a day before Diwali makes… either of the two special.

This post is not about the fall, the weather, it is about the lows that each one of us eventually falls into.

Talking of weathers, as the year closes we all feel the need to have some sort of resolution which do not really survive even three weeks of the very first month. But hey! You are not alone we all are like that. When it comes to taking decisions or taking LIFE altering steps, we tend to think big without realising that, big can not be finished or tackled with in a short period of time.

Resolutions like, starting a new diet, plans to quit smoking are a little far fetched in my opinion. It is all in the approach, the anxiety of reaching the finish line makes us dizzy mid-way and meddles with our performance. I am pretty sure that the night of 31st December will not bring in a miracle that would make one quit smoking entirely or eating unhealthy.

Small steps to bigger things. Now that is something we all hear a lot but miss out on adopting in everyday life. Shortcuts do not work, soul sucking relationships do not last, people are not made heartless in one day. I mean, it is “the fall” that changes the whole story.

The great plot twist in each one of our lives either makes or breaks the rest of the personality. The shift in perception is easy to bring about. As kids everyone hopes to get presents on X’mas and when there is no gift on anyone X’mas, we start doubting Santa’s existence. We get heart broken once and we give up on love. We see bad in one person and we start despising the entire community.

These are just examples on how we aim so high on personal level and yet let our perception be changed with the lowest possible cause/reason. One defeat did not make him a failure, one heart break did not make her give up on people, one fall did not stop the kid from riding his bike, it is when things went awry multiple times at some point (as a humans) they gave up.

The falls could make or break, but is success guaranteed after one more try? That is such a hard question to answer. When to stop? Should you just give up on the resolution if you derailed from your path just once, give up on love after one massive heart break?

I believe, the question that needs to be asked are… Are you ready? And whether this is the point where you give up or simply start over?

This last question fascinates me. The very possibility of a re-start, a do-over. Who said life does not give you a second chance? Sure, it might never give you the same supposedly “perfect” conditions ever again in life, but who needs perfect. It is a re-start so just throw a few profanities hither and thither, gather yourself, stand up and go at it again (not again because, it is never a repetition when something is being done for the first time in a whole new way).

After all, it was just ‘a’ fall, just ‘a’ failure, just ‘a’ defeat, for all that matters it only means that you are making progress and not just sitting and waiting for things to change. Which in fact is more dangerous.