Friday, November 25, 2011

The Psychology of Lame Networking


Why anything that doesn’t make it to your Facebook wall appears an achievement gone waste, happiness incomplete and a moment understated? Why everything, however trifle, has to be shouted to an entire world, when honestly no one cares who you are. Is it shallow need for recognition from the clan who are equally needy of it from you? While some use it as a brilliant platform for awareness and meaningful causes, with of course very rare successful ones; a majority is here for gimmick. The people who drive lame networking. Useless yet irresistible.

Why have we become so un-thoughtful to taking joy in our private moments? Why what you do in your bedroom has to be known by everyone? Whatever happened to the beauty of silence and unsaid expressions? Who is interested in knowing where you are having your dinner, which spa you rejuvenated at or what your spouse got on your birthday. What happened to your favourite dress or which perfume brand you love. Many would wonder if you really have it in your wardrobe. It’s hilarious to notice how even appreciation happens on a very intricate calculation of giving and receiving. Why have we stopped enjoying our real surroundings? Real companies? Real conversations? Real admiration? Have we simply become oblivious to all those? Or we are scared of not being heard in our real world? For, we have nothing noteworthy to say and there’s nothing noticeable in our everyday nonsense or rare fancy stuff? There are several who would come to defence and cry about not knowing joys of sharing. But I strongly disagree, for sharing is an intangible joy. It can’t be measured in any amount of likes or comments or whatever other funny metrics used to measure our e-happiness. What has led us to this stage? When a virtual page has become our only source of being noticed?

In the fast paced life, demanding workplaces, hard to resist distractions, and growing discords at home, touchscreens awkwardly help us find time to do lame talk. Anytime. Anywhere. Because we desperately seek an opinion on everything we do or say. Otherwise nothing seems to make sense. When unnoticed, we question our own thoughts and expressions. Seeking attention becomes our goal instead of a by-product. The whole idea of networking aggressively continuously is a dangerous instrument for beating sciamachy. That of loneliness. Human touch pushed to the side by invasive virtual reality which provides an illusionary comfort of company, when in reality none exists. Everyone wants to talk and everyone wants to be heard. Ironically, there are no listeners. And definitely no quality listeners. Time, the only resource of your being and existence - is relentlessly spent on establishing a disconnection. Voyeurism of our very own journey. That, when it has very little to offer if we don’t have a purpose of life in it. Not everyone follows the herd mentality and perhaps, that is the saving grace. There are few who have a thought that is both meaningful and novel which could compel you to notice, ponder and practice. It could be an idea or an experience or a problem. And that is where reaching out makes a lot of sense. Someone could get better at something. Someone faceless can take up a chance to be heard or known. Albeit for a forgettable thing, which mostly is the case. Yet, I’d prefer it to be a real one that gives you an opportunity to make a contact for real. Eye to eye, voice to voice, heart to heart and mind to mind.

Take a step back and give yourself that opportunity again. That is the only bit that separates humans from machines. The power to feel, touch and emote them with a twinkle in your eye. Don’t let robots overtake the beauty of it all. Update your goals, not statuses – which are again mostly stolen. Refresh your outlook in life, not pages. Enjoy your time. Enjoy your silence. Enjoy yourself. Take time out for the real world. Observe. People, places, and mundane. Relish it. Learn or ignore but take the chance to make that choice. Next time when you are walking down the street, look up and look around. Keep your eyes off that phone. For the screen you are on - in this world is far bigger, with a brighter display and a resolution to die for. Why settle for small stuff?

Sunday, March 20, 2011

I - Define








I'm
Spring. Touch me
Hope. Take my hand
Trust. Keep walking
Strength. Don't fear
Excitement. Just enjoy
Beauty. Look around
Silly. Smile often
Tender. Handle fragile
Simple. Explore slow
Love. Feel within
Eternity. Fall free
                            Made for you..
                                                                  a woman







Sunday, February 20, 2011

Paintings on my skin....

I really don't know if I must reveal my secret sensual longings to an entire world. I am pretty old-fashioned and reticent, on things so personal. Guess its about telling things to myself, and not as much about you reading it. So I must go on...The moment screams to uncork. (Or maybe I'm a plain idiot). I smile to myself. I am anonymous. Advantage point??

In the backdrop...people crossed my path. Hammered my heart into a billion pieces. So many years. Many confessions of undying love only to reveal a mutilated corpse of vain, unkept promises, and crushed trust. I shattered like a glass-sky let loose. Cried for nights in a row. I walked like dead, over many days..so many seasons, fearing more hurt. Those weren't the kinds I desired and deserved. I did not curse for, people who don't value love and companionship must better be forgiven. They are already underprivileged.

My life beats for the one who'd stay by my side until I die. You, my yet-to-happen man. I long for you. I'm sure you'd cross every obstacle to make me your princess. You wont give me excuses of us being any other way, coz you know this way is the right way. Maybe I must want you hard? Pray harder?? I don't know the when-how-why's of our story. But I've faith you'll be reading me, wherever you are. Some part of this not-so-big world. Some city. Some office. Some place. Maybe you're sipping some hot coffee. Relaxing at a party. Some outing. Or a movie. I don't know. But I know, you'll be wanting me. Exactly like I'm thinking now....I love every bit of you just as you do. You are there for me when I need you the most. You love me the way I am. Your witty nothings make me laugh at odd times. You support my dreams in life. Your embrace reaffirms my belief in self when I am down. With the pillow of your arm under my head, I sleep like a baby. You long for me when I am not around. You make me feel so beautiful by that stolen glance from corner of your eyes, while reading your newspaper. You tickle my senses when your fingers tuck my carefree locks behind my ears. You make me your best friend when you confess cozy, curious desires in a naughty smile. I've no idea of where you've been hiding. Why aren't you here with me. But I know, someday..someway...we'll be together baby. Don't let me down.

You are the love of my life. I love it when you call me early mornings and say you did it to hear my sleepy-sexy voice. I love it when you leave everything behind to be with me and wait for a lonely moment to hold me tight. So tight, I hear your heartbeats. I sense your footsteps towards my existence, your longing to get close. Very very close. I love it when you playfully push me to wall, overpowering, and fill my fingers within yours. I so love it when you make my skin go weak, moving your lips down the curves of my neck and shoulders. And your eyes...deep dark eyes.. undress me, even before your hands find their way to hooks of my dress. My heart skips uncountable beats when you throw away your barriers for this moment. When you carry me in your arms to silk sheets, I long for what you are up to next. No, keep dim lights on and let some soft music play. You know I like it that way. I struggle to un-close my eyes, cant miss that look in yours. You look best this way. I wouldn't trade you off for earth beneath or heavens above. And when you search for my crests and troughs..I so love it when you make that exploratory random art on my skin with passion-soaked brushes of lips and hands. You create sizzling splashes on the palette of my senses. Why do you love to see me wild...wilder. And love it when I surrender. Each moment of our togtherness makes it a lifetime. Everytime, I sense you besides me I feel fresh as a daisy, with raindrops above. You touch ignites our love in all its glory. You instill life into my dead soul. And when your love holds your lust in hand, it makes a fatal twosome. I'd say no further and dilute our temptuous, irresistible ecstasy. Its a high of a dozen tequila shots...

Oh..honey, come on now. Wherever you are. Make a move coz you are making me uncontrollably restless. Don't shop for diamonds and delay coz I love your red roses on my bedside. Lets build our little world and cherish it. Lets extract life's intoxicating juices from these ordinary moments slipping by. Lets make a couple of tiny love bundles. Watch them grow. Lets play crazy lovers at every opportunity. Just step in that door & walk straight into my life. Fill me up in your arms. The canvas on my skin is waiting...