Harbour yourself in the muddy waters that are well polluted by my rants and rationalisations for a while, I don’t promise you a life changing orgasm out of these words, nor do I have any intentions to entertain you! Although what I do offer you is a mould that you might want to hold on to. If I am successful in that, you will know exactly what I mean and realise how awesome it is to be in my head. Word!

“If I don’t make it to the end, I will make sure every muscle and every breath of mine will cherish the dream.” – My pretentious and wannabe wise-ass self, 2012

When you sit on a bench drenched in the subtle rains of smiles around the world with the water drops falling off its metal carvings and look at a scenery defined by pretty rivers and mountains all dressed up for the occasion of providing you just with pure and simple joy of life, you realise we aren’t fretting over complications of the highest magnitudes between us and the people defining our lives just for nothing. I may paint things deemed unreasonable on the canvas while people are opting for much lively colours, but to those to whom your drawings makes sense are the people who you are meant to meet and have in your lives forever, either physically or locked in memories. Truth is, these people although may sound your friends, could well be your foes who are the friends in disguise only because they are the much needed friction. We are tuned to love or be afraid of meeting these people; we are bound to collide to them. But am not going to indulge in the awful debate of destiny just cause me are made to believe it’s worth a debate. If we start out crawling on the very ground we end up being fast and mean only to find happiness, then all the walls around us must only be decorated in colours that we keep collecting or are looking to. 

We are an ingenious breed. We are trying to understand our existence since we exist and to do so, have put our faiths in religion and have given a god status to the people who started them. But if only there were a human being we knew about who thought of or rather, realised our need to have faith in someone superior to us, will I truly respect as a man superior to me. I mean you can’t ignore the fact that meeting him would be atleast worth a little something.

Each day we live by, we engrave within ourselves a new stroke submerging in our shadows from yesterday. It always scares a sane mind that you might lose yourself tomorrow as we are made to believe we mustn’t. That’s probably the biggest fraud our forefather’s forefathers, conned us into. And then I wonder about the talk that stars must involve in, it must leave a dust of agendas that we as humans are suppose to read, but we feel the need to see them as problems. Everyone is immersed in this stardust, dancing on the ringtones and hiding from the wind. I believe am either a hustler or the world beyond any apparent mass is just a joke. We fail to understand how unfortunate it is that we feel a need to escape into the mirage that we have mistaken for a merrier patch.  

What a lame excuse for philosophy all this, you are wondering I know. I do wonder the same as I write here sitting next to my blown up backyard, it sure was green yesterday. These tangential, blown out of proportion rants are either a seasonal excuse to every hopeless chapter of your life, or it is the next best thing to MJ. If I were you, I would go with the latter! 

Anti dreary smiles,

Irshad.