Fruit Salad!

Knowledge knows a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom tells ya not to put it in a fruit salad.

And so the femme fatale has an inception for a post. Do I know enough? Am I wise enough to use what I know enough? Is there anybody on the planet that fits the bloody bill?

I come across gallons of posts how a moron made a bad decision which turn horrendous in hindsight <yes, a firearm's rear sight! The very same!>. But wasn't it supposed to happen in the exact same fashion? Isn't life a matter of choices?

Why blame the moron? Poor thing, He/She! More often the aficionados of anthropology are blighted by a small thingy called probability! How on earth could ya miss that one, buddy?!

What happens to the tomato in the aforementioned salad is a matter of great contention. Landed up in the hands of a bloke?! Ah! There ya go into the fruit salad, Darling! And maybe, just maybe, the tomato was the best thing in the bloody fruit carnage.

Snicker all ya wanna... its a mud game we are in. And if ya are neck deep, sugar, don't open your mouth. If I may say! 

Round and Round!

Round and Round In this world, I have got 'me' on my mind! Vain! How vain is that?!

Aren't you the most significant other in your life? The other who makes and mars; who builds and destroys; who holds and let goes.
My reactions and the resulting actions, a lot of times, do not necessarily conform with the Laws of Mr. Newton. Strange me, that I am.

And then the bubble bursts! Round and Round in this world, I have got 'you' on my mind! ;o)

Volte Face

An about-face.  An about-mind.  An about-soul. Out of choice. Out of necessity.

Change, as they say, is inevitable. Sometimes, you need to. Conscious and self-coerced. While at other times, it catches you off guard.  The realization that you changed. Maybe, because you just had to. Could survive without it?

An about-face.Turning away from self.  Turning away from others.  Did that help, Darlin'?! The grapes are a lil less sour now?! Or you developed a taste for some sour ones?! The sweet ones don’t interest you any more?

An about-mind. Blocking thoughts away. Nah, off to hell with all of you naggers! A train of thoughts. Taking you on a trip with them.  Taking a trip back in time. Taking a trip to a different today. A different you.

 An about-soul. Sold of all the principles for a bargain. Got some new ones instead to plug the holes. The old ones were of no use.

Volte face. Keep it turning, Sugah! Cuz there aint no stopping u! 

Penny for my thoughts?

Got a penny, Sire?! A penny for my thoughts?! Well, get a jar of them, will ya?!

Thoughts are strictly prohibited. With a huge red sign!!! Why such a strong stance?! Why O’ Why?! Well, I think too much, or so have been told. So with a nod, this sunny gal decided, uh uh, no more thinking for me. With a firm shake of head! Aint gonna have any thinking up there. But then, a few random mavericks sneak in.

What knocked at me today is the L-word and its categorizations. Devine Love and having mentioned that, I’m still waiting for some urgent divine interventions here, ya know, anybody up there?! Why is it considered the highest form, if at all? Maybe, for the sole reason that it might be the most selfless feeling possible? Cuz I definitely don’t see G.O.D giving u a hug or a peck till you trod this planet, mate. Love for a fellow human(s) is pretty cool too. Consider, how the dynamics change with just a single ‘s’. I love animals. For what reason, I have no clue. I have always loved them. I’m thankful that the world could never make me cynical enough to part me with that feeling. You might love your car, your Louis Vuittons or your Manolo Blahniks. No one is taking that feeling away from you, hon!

I believe (and m totally up for a discussion!), more than what you love; it’s the feeling that’s more important. We, the best creation of nature and sadly, the worst, have the capability of feeling something. Well, then, you need to have a soul to feel something. Considering the number of bipedals roaming the planet without one, that’s a very tough thing to happen.

Does the author have a soul? The author definitely would like to believe so, vehemently. But then prohibition of thoughts precludes the debate on the possession of a soul or the lack of it. Maybe, that jar might help to make the day a little brighter and turn it into a love-lier world! :o)

Meta-whatever-phosis!

Metamorphosis, the process of change. Drastic, earth-shattering, subtle, impalpable.

Do you look back at yourself? Say… my o’ my, I did need that jolt. Or as some others might say, shit happens! Yes. It does. And yes. That jolt might have been the very need of the hour.
Anyhow. We all tag along tripping around the sun. Become wiser by a day. Hell, stay the same! Big deal, mate! Its your life after all. If you don’t screw it, who else will?!

So, do it. But do it well. Don’t do it whoosh-waashy. Nah, that ain’t so happening. Wanna cut your heart out? Wanna drill sense or nonsense, for that matter, into that big-a-brain of yours. High time! Sometimes, it takes quite long to see the bullcrap some bipedals try to pull on you. But behold. You’ll get it one day. Sooner or later. Doncha worry, Sugar. Well, even if you never do, there there, its not the end of the world. You’ll be dead anyway.

Quite morbid, am being. But, then, you need to pay me to write good stuff for you. Just kidding. Spread the cheer around, Sugar. Its such a wonderfull world. Full of such wonderful people. There, that was easy and free. Things ain’t so dark, eh?!

Did you travel to the end of the spectrum and back? Or you are rooted to the same spot.
Yesterday, it was a different you. Yesterday, it was a different me. Metamorphosis, the process of remaining the same. Drastic, earth-shattering, subtle, impalpable!

Change my face
But it won't erase.
I changed my heart
When my soul changed hands.
What if, when I find myself?
And, make new plans.

Live the dream!

What makes you pick up a book, read cover to cover or desert it midway?

The narrator is a magician who beckons you in his surreal world. A world of make believe. A spider webbing its skill around you. Headlong, you fell. Or called his bluff? I have burnt the 'night-oil' over such dreams and some left stranded. What makes you pick up a dream? The author? The beguiling 'gist'? Word of mouth?

Do you feel the jitters trying out a new dreamer? Do you have qualms - am I gonna be disappointed or will be swept of my feet? The known hand disappoints too, many a time. They stop dreaming the way it should have been and just try to tell a story. Maniacal pace or lack of it, thereof. Quirky characters. Someone having too close a resemblance. All guiles for the gullible. And, you? Bewitched. Disillusioned. Unimpressed. Try harder next time, you say.

There it lies. Amongst the heap of tales. Could you find it? Don't read the story. Live the dream.

Talk to me!

Do you talk to yourself? Ever? Or is that a mundane daily affair?! I find myself talking to myself a lot. Well, not aloud. That might lead this female to an asylum, which she doesn’t fancy, yet.

Talking to one self should be done and I’m a firm believer in it. Talk it out with yourself. The way the shrinks are raising their fees, this is a much more pocket-friendly option. Doncha think so, mate?!

Coming to shrinks, poor things, do the crazy people drive them crazy or are they their daily dose of well, entertainment. What do you find amusing, buddy?! How you wriggled your 3-letter-word out of a complete disaster or seen the same impossible feat performed by a dork? It’s fun, it builds class and adds to character or the lack of it. Well, you can say all that to your-smug-self and some more.

I read somewhere (well, yeah, surprise!!! I do know how to read and I exercise that knowledge too!!! Snatched that retort out of the horse’s mouth, didn’t I?!!! ). Anyhow, yes.. I read somewhere, if you don’t want something to be publically known, don’t do it in the first place. I wonder what would be the take of our esteemed politicians on the same. But then, they are a completely different species and I’m not gonna bring biology here. So, that’s that. Coming back to us lesser mortals, if u ‘inevitably’ have to or have already done something which for the greater good of the mankind (read yourself) shouldn't become another line in the great ‘Manorama Year Books’ (Well, for the un-enligtened ones, these annually published books have a plethora of general information), put your brains to use,Farkındalığının farkında olan insan , Akıllı akıllı insan!

Use your grey cells. Don’t care if the world perceives you as a dork. What you think of yourself is of far more significance to yourself (well, mostly!). If your boss thinks that he is God, but err, you don’t, well… you can always separate on religious differences! If you think you are superman, bloody hell, so you are! But then, you do need to substantiate these claims, buddy, to no one else, but yourself. Better have some matter backing up the mind.

Create your hell, create your heaven… you have no one to blame and no one to thank. You were, are and will, forever, be the sole perpetrator of the deed. There will be good times and then there will be bad. But then, the planet isn’t planning to stop spinning any time soon, I guess. Be what you wanna be. Wanna give the Devil a severe inferiority complex, who know you might be much closer than you ever thought! Whoa! Way to go, mate! Go, Go, Go!

May ‘you’ be with you!!!

Non-Quantum Mechanics!

Well... this is a rhetorical piece. Before I start the monologue, I want the reader to answer to him/her self (u don’t have to fake it to your own self all the time!), are you happy, Sire/Madame?! The second thing that you need to know, does the answer matter to you? If yes and the answer to the former is no, what then? Plan to do something about it, Sugar? Or let time do its trick n fill up the holes (if that’s at all possible).

A lot of people are in this eternal state of ambiguity. They aren’t happy, but for the love of the holy life-supporting plant, won’t move a limb! Let’s call it a state of dissatisfaction (because unhappiness is too stringent a term which might be 'distasteful' to the reader).

Happiness, I beg to differ, is NOT a state of mind. You cannot, alas, make your mind think that it’s happy. That, buddy, would take some self-training (cracked the code already? Do mankind a favor and let the secret out, will ya , Einstein?!). And then there is competitive happiness - a giant black hole which will sucks everything into itself. I'm having more fun than you! To what else the success of FB can be ascribed to? Can happiness be quantized?!For that matter, can a lot of other things be quantized? Love, hate, take your pick. Aren’t these supposed to be absolute? Absolute love, absolute hate ,absolute evil, absolute happiness?! In this tiny part of the universe, trust me, nothing is absolute. All of this is a figment of your and, for that matter, my imagination!

We don’t exist in absoluteness, rather we exist in absolute-less-ness and thank the divine for that! We are a dilution of both. A coction, which rears its head without you even knowing it. No soul is absolutely happy (so ya can stop now being J of that gorgeous piece of bipedal primate next to ya, he/she would be cribbing for something else, looks might/mightn’t figure in the wish list), no soul is absolutely sad (so ya can stop comparing your recent disaster with those of others, they would be turning themselves silly with glee on something of which ya are totally clue-less). And then there are presumptions, prejudices, fatuations - in and out (for now we are gonna call the sour grapes, the monster, an out-fatution). Do you only see the evil in one and only the good in the other? Why does that happen? Ever wondered? How a sudden discovery catches you off guard, making you realize, my o' my, there is so much more beneath the surface. Darlin', life is very very long, and nobody is going anywhere. What thou sow, so shalt thou reap, very soon, real soon. Right here, pronto!

You see, my dear, life and people who make it so, are much more amusing that I thought.