Such A Lazy Morning Woke Me Up Today!

Do you also feel that it was a very lazy day? Because I do. I woke up quite late as I had no reason to wake up early and my blanket is so soft and cosy that it gives me a filmy type feeling like some beautiful actress is sleeping comfortably with some music playing in the background and she wakes up singing a song without drooped eyes and a fresh face and looking pretty with multiple layers of make-up intact like she has just returned from a salon.

*phew* *Damn you Zee Cinema*

In my case, please overlook the latter part.

(Google images)

Well, Diwali is over. The ambiance of the festivity has vanished. I see many people have removed their 'dhinchak' lights too. We haven’t. I won’t let my parents remove it so soon. Also, my elder brother was here with us since 19^th of this month and he went back day before yesterday. And since then, time has adopted a slower pace than ever. Everything has turned into an utterly glum direction. All my energy is going strayed. I know. I know. It is very natural. But I don’t like this feeling, okay!

And I have got nothing to do. I mean I have to study a lot but I don’t want to. So it candidly means that I have got nothing to do. Ha!

The only one in the family who enjoys every day with his friends (little young boys, you see) who come up to our place every evening to play with him, is my little baby, Frodo. He is the naughtiest being in the house. He only sleeps, eats, plays and poops. And he is smart, really. No exaggeration here. He gets his blanket on his own, tells us when he wants to go down, rarely barks, is very obedient, looks cute always and is giving me a play-with-me-or-else-I'll-eat-your-flip flops expression right now.

(Such a poser, he is.)

(When he gets a good scolding from my mother.)

(God knows, what treasure is stored in there.)

Anyway, I don't want to blabber more. I don't want to do anything actually. And I should better end this post before it makes you feel like banging your head against a wall for wasting your not-so precious time (If you are blogging, you are a vella like me...accept it!).

Oh and by the way, Happy Halloween! ^_^

Take care!

xoxo

Have You Played Your Cards?

Penetrating the wall.

Dishevelling the structure.

Caressing it and fondling it.

An enticing touch reached the core.

With words, a game embarked on.

Did you blind me and switch sides?

Or was I only an immature?

The dreams, the aspirations, the beginnings and the endings,

I could not fathom.

Sleeping with the arms around.

Coiling a mirage of bliss.

Curling up more, deeper this time.

Little did I know that I choked.

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Don't Want To Wake Up And Break My Bubble!

Talks | Laughs | Pleasures

Songs | Smiles | Peace

Walks | Silence | Love

Nights | Cuddle | Dreams

You | Me | Us

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Hypocrisy Is In Our Veins.

Few days back, I was talking to a friend of mine (she's actually my roommate) about how India was a very broad-minded country and how its thinking was narrowed down because of the Mughal rule. Every time I think about it, I find it hard to believe that my ancestors were cool about love and sex. And here I'm talking about the era much much much before the Mughal Empire and before all that nonsense of pardah-system came into being and before a woman was treated not just as a piece to be protected and kept inside the four walls but as a symbol of Shakti.

Have you ever visited Ajanta Ellora caves or observed its carvings? Have you noticed how explicit they are apart from being one of the most amazing archaeological sites in India? Or Kamastura-a book written by Vatsyayana, an Indian. Or even the ‘Shivling’ which is a symbol of deity of Hindus i.e., Shiva and which represents the inseparability of the two genders and creation of life. Although our very own culture gives a divine nature to sex, we treat it as immoral. Ironical indeed.

Now let us come to the no-love-before-marriage cliché.

Love is something very godly. Yes? But we Indians have a different theory. We do find it divine but when it comes to our own children falling in love with someone else’s children we close our eyes and ears and go into an I-will-not-use-my-mind-no-matter-what mode. According to the views of our parents and their parents and so on, a person is selected for us and we are told to fall in love, marry that person and have sex with that person, procreate 3-4 children and make a happy family and lead a happy life. Wow! Such a well mechanised ideology. Huh.

Further, girls can hang out only with girls and boys can hang out only with boys till they are married off. A spark of doubt is ignited in their heads,the moment we tell our parents that we were with a friend of opposite gender.

And yes, how can I forget one more important notion which says that the seed of love can never sprout before marriage. It is a shame and should be crushed immediately if it does because the ideology tells us that it’s wrong. A spinster and a bachelor cannot fall in love. It is a slur. It is immoral. Ask them a reason and they will come up with ‘Tumhari abhi padhne ki umar hai’ (You are young and you should just study) or ‘Hum badhe hain, hume zada pata hai’ (We are elder to you, we know better).

Logic? Uhh...What’s that?

Sometimes I wonder that these simple things of life would have had an entirely different meaning if I were born in a nation of deep-seated and radical ideology, where I would have had freedom to not just SURVIVE on others’ terms and conditions, where this famous line ‘Do what your heart says’ would actually have carried some weight in my life and where people would have used their minds before using what had already been implanted in their heads by their ancestors.

“Only animals are told what is to be done and how it is to be done. We are no less than animals if we don’t use our brains.”, Divyank told me today.

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How impossible

It is to live on our terms.

Damn! Hypocrisy.

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The above Haiku has been written for the prompt #89 - Haiku Heights

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