I found it on my walk. The monsoon is making Mr/Ms. Snail happy.



Leave me alone… I am outta here!

Hey Mr. Snail, out on a walk?
“Did you just assume my gender?”
Errrr, I mean Ms. Snail?
“I am a he”
Oh hi, He.
“Stop it smarty pants”
Oh, okay.
“Let me breathe. Can you not see I am here ambling?”
That is some amble you got there Miste……
“Watch it…”
Myste…….rious magical-talking-snail.
“Good save kid.”
You have got to be careful. Anything can be offensive (nowadays).

Fogged up.

Fog does look good on windows though.


Dusty but it is something ¬†ūüėõ

I love winters and also the fog but when it is monsoon and you get out of a cool air-conditioned vehicle or room into the open – the hot, humid, wet climate, the first thing that happens is that your glasses get fogged up apart from the obvious wetness everywhere, it is quite annoying and at times embarrassing.

What do you do? Do you take off your glasses and wait for it to get acclimatized? Haha actually that is exactly what I do. It is a nuisance with no actual solution.

Another thing in the monsoon is unpredictable rain. It rains when it pleases, getting drenched head to toe and mostly toes because the roads and pedestrian are flooded and waterlogged even when it stops pouring but that is not the problem.  You get used to it. The real problem is not being able to see through glasses. Honestly, the dripping water droplets look good only on windows not on spectacles.

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 Рthe 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.

Talk and talk

You said, I said.
A lot was said.
I heard you heard.
A lot went unheard.
My  statements.
Their statements.
My beliefs vs
What they believe.
Talked and talk.
Hear and miss.
You might just
Feel the bliss.
Zip and it up before
This goes amiss.

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 Рall the things that have been imagined, all things that are believed by some and disregarded by others for the lack of scientific explanation Рwhat 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 РIt 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.