Love Is In The Air!

Love is in the Air!

I know, we are way past “Valentine’s day” to talk about love that floats through every soul and reaches the masses all in the span of 24 hours. It’s weirdly unjustified. How can you be all brave and claim your love because it’s a day for love? And how the hell is it really possible to feel “special love” on this day and this day only! The thought rattles me. It’s like my dad said, “There is no special day for mother, father, love, sister. Stop this charade you idiots.”

Anyway, coming to my point. Love is in the air actually means: This day, I am on a mission to spread as much love and kindness possible. I recently learnt positive energy, thought and gestures influence your state of mind. And whoever you are reading this, I love you! I wish I could genuinely help you out with your issues, since I cannot do that here’s some sugar.

Have a wonderful god damn blessed day. It’s nice to do random weird things. If you have anything random to do that might classify you as indifferent, as Nike says – just do it!

Blissful Art of Seriously NOT Giving a Fuck

Whattt! What did they say? Are you mad at me? Will you ever forgive me? Please don’t be like this. I’ll do anything to make things right! OMG!! Did she just say that to me behind my back? Damn, I thought I could trust you.

People who desperately give fucks!

We have all said that or thought that, haven’t we? We give a fuck to what people think of us, how people receive us. The basic human psychology craves attention like a cub craves for his mother’s love. At least in the cubs’ case, they grow up. We – never – do.

It is very tiring to keep tab on every asshole’s feeling we meet in our life. Some become priority, others you think you don’t care. But if you hear that your aunt’s son’s third cousin’s daughter’s friend commented on your dress in a wedding, you’ll be like – What the fuck! Like she knows to dress, that bra-showing-dressed-in-the-wedding whore. Well, maybe not exactly like that. But exaggeration always makes my point.

So we get all vengeful on their ass (not literally) and we are not satisfied until we give it back to them. After we have finished this vengeful quest, we will be satisfied in the soul. Ahhhhhh! That feeling. Better than when you’re in love. But then again comes another fool we go gangsta on. It’s a bad, freakishly tiring loop of a lifetime. When you’re kid, adult or too old to fart loud.

But then, once you understand – the world is not about you, it’s not revolving because of you (except Rajnikanth) and nobody really gives a second thought to those nasty comments, you’ll reach a blissful state of eternal soul satisfaction.

Seriously not giving a fuck!

You’ll get there slowly and calmly. You find someone commenting, just ignore. Whoever told Ignorance is Bliss is god-damn genius. Words don’t kill you, if you’re strong enough in the head. Unless it’s you who thinks the nasty comments are right.

Believe in yourself and learn the blissful art of not giving a fuck. Shit happens. After all, what can we be but ourselves?

So be like!

PS: Sorry for the “bad words.” In my defense – it needed to be said the way I did.

Have you got no good?

This week I had a light comedy blog written. It was fun and quirky like me. But something changed during the week. The news I read, the bans that is proceeding, the stories that I heard was nothing but devastating. Since I’m not capable enough to start a fund raiser or a protest or even a significant change, I thought it’s better to spread the word to even a few people who read this blog.

I’m not great on sympathy or empathy, but I feel sad and concerned about people I care and sometimes don’t know. I must believe that is human nature, if not, then I will be accepting the world to be mean and pathetic.

Recently I heard a story of a woman. She survives on menial income and shattered dreams. Believe it or not, the woman has over 20 years’ experience in e-commerce. With nothing, not even a meal – she survives right here amongst us. There are also few more amongst us whose stories literally pulls your heart out and stomps it. While researching about sheltered homes I read a few articles on Times of India about why it’s not possible to have more shelters in Bengaluru. We do have 11 of them now, FYI.

"The inmates fight almost every night. Men are inevitably drunk. A week ago, one man threatened his wife he would drop their one-and-a-half-year old child from the first floor. It's annoying to see such incidents," said woman, a resident of Jambu Savari Dinne, JP Nagar 8th Phase.

Somewhere else, she was among many persons who met BBMP officials who visited the night shelter there. "My daughter is studying in Class 10. She's unable to study due to the constant squabbling in the night shelter next to my house. It's a nightmare for us," said another woman.

Yes, that’s why you don’t find as many shelters. Its fine donating their old clothes and giving the occasional 2rs to a beggar on the street in the middle of a signal; but it’s a definite big N-O for a homeless shelter in your locality. I mean, why right? There are not people. They don’t need roof. We just want our kids to study and earn billions where we can all go to other countries and pose for Instagram and FB. Why should homeless people live? We sure think it’s a waste!

All I keep thinking is, I just hope world has as much good as bad.