How to deal with issues

I am the last person who should be writing a "How to" on dealing with issues. Reason being I have plenty of them myself. I have been so occupied with issues all the time that i have never been able to find time out of them in order to be able to live.
However, I dont understand why people around me, when faced with issues, leave them behind and run away.
I mean I have issues too. And how much so ever I tell myself i will give up, I have never been able to. Whatever I choose, I stick to it. Even if the choice would lead me to ruin. But why would the other more sorted individuals just flee at the sight of any problem?
For example, if a certain woman gets married and cannot settle with th fa,ily of her spouse, is she not supposed to talk her life out of the situation?
Or, if a certain another woman wishes out of her life, she should try and calm herself down and not create a havoc in everyone else's life.
If a certain woman thinks her sister doesn't love her anymore, she should either try to be more lovable and not not let the other sister love anyone else
If you fail in love, you dont quit your family, you dont cry yourself to tears all night, you dont begin feeling like the world has come to an end.
But then why do all these retards not understand.
The very same people who believe I'm insane.
If I am insane, what is wrong with you?
I generally do no believe in publice opinion. The Bible was written by the same folks who said that the earth is flat. So I should not be the one generalising everyone into the same bracket of people who fail in solving their issues. I am certain there are other people who do get along well with their issues; are on good / friendly terms and at times are even successful in parking them for a bit if not solving them completely. I have never come across such people though. But I hope that such species does exist.

As far as I am concerned, I firmly believe that I suck at solving problems. I have never been able to solve anything. However, I have tried. Failed miserably, multiple times. But tried. I doubt if that is something to be proud of. I mean there hasn't been any remarkable feat that I have achieved in the process. I have cried and wailed like a baby each time I have failed, sometimes I have even crossed all limits and sulked for years together. But I think that approach is way better than not even making an attempt and going weak in the knees every time confronted by anything.
I am certain my approach is not the best either.There has to be a little balance required. Sometimes, you just have to give up. As they say (yes, my favourite "they" - the random, the invalid, the imaginary "they") "Winners never quit, quitters never win, but those who never quit and never win are fools."

People, please, I request, please try and solve your issues. And start from planning to sort them in your head.

Anyways,

See ya around

Hospital diaries

I have been to a hospital plenty of times. Mostly as the patient. I firmly believe it is a good thing to be the patient most of the times. The attendant has a terrible experience. The visitors are mostly faker than silicon.
So there I was yesterday, in a hospital. To visit someone. Someone important.
Its unnerving how its not your fault but you still cant help feeling downtrodden guilty about whatever is happening. Unnecessary, but inevitable.
The guilt could have almost killed me and so would have the backache. So I sat down. It helped to keep me grounded.
But then I was wishing that I was the patient again this time. Because when you are the patient, you have plenty to think about otherwise. Or if not that, then you are in sufficient pain to take care of your brain for a while.
But that, my dear, was not to be. I was the visitor. So I was jobless. And while I sat there, all I could do was nothing. So the stupid wheels of my brain started churning and irritating me.
Thats something my brain does to me all the time. It begins to think all the prepostorous stuff at the wrong time. Yesterday being one of the wrong times. As I sat there, and I saw the feet of all the people passing, those colorful socks, those filthy toes, I could hear footsteps, even when there weren't any. Footsteps of the unseen, unbelieved. Footsteps of what would level me to something tantamount to nothing.
I could sense something approach me and flee.
I know what it was. It was immense fear. Fear of a calamity. Fear of something that would strike me and leave a mark, a bruise that would refuse to heal.
Oh! How I detest that!
I hate the idea of being so vulnerable, so easily affected.

I wish for a state where I can stay calm, unmoved and unaffected by everything..
Fear no more the lightning-flash,
  Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
  Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:

I sat there till till I could not stand it anymore. And I walked away. Without a word. I don't remember nothing of the last night. I can't even recall if I did really meet the patient or not. All that I remember is the footsteps. And another thing,

while walking out, I saw a board that read "Department of Psychiatry", for an unexplained reason, (or so I'd choose to assume) I smiled.

Anyways, 

See ya around.

Books.. and us.

Another one of the posts that I found typed in a notepad in a hidden folder..
Why women should not read books:

Hey.. I am going to be thrown in some village for work very soon. I shall not be able to update the blog regularly (which I dont anyways)

However, that is not the point.

The point I wish to make today is regarding love. *blush* :P

Women are very sensitive people. I know that, obviously.
Women take things pretty seriously. Even the ones that we shouldn't.
Thus, books are the biggest polluting devices in the history of mankind for our timid, tiny little hearts and minds.

Now, look at Desdemona. What was her fault?
She loved a little too much. She was extremely beautiful. She was honest, contrary to the opinion of her beloved, Othello. If I were Othello, I would have quit all politics and war and quests for whatever Othello was involved in and sat besides Desdemona and appreciate her love. That would have also eliminated all possibilities of her cheating on me anyways. That would have been simple logic and could have potentially avoided many deaths and a lot of bloodshed. However, that was not to be. Othello was a man. Devoid of all logic, like any other man.

Change genres, shall we? Lets switch to Charles Dickens instead of William Shakespeare.

Everyone has read / heard of David Copperfield.
If I consider all the lady characters of the story, I cant help but fret and fume. Following is a glimpse of their romantic lives: (in the order of my memory)
Dora Spenlow - David's first (child) wife. What did she derive of her love? Responsibilities she could not endure.
Clara Copperfield - A miserable death and endless mourning.
Mrs. Trotwood - I dont even remember her well. But I am certain of her depressing life by dint of her depressing character and ways
Rosa Dartle - Wait! Did she even have a life other than being a helping hand at the Steerforth's?
Agnes Wickfield - A depressing young lady who gets kissed by the guy who calls her "Sister of my boyhood". Considering that was the same guy who she silently loved throughout her life, it is but natural for any reader to get disgusted by the entire idea of love.
Clara Peggotty - The kind, loving nanny of David who marries Barkis for love. All happiness she ever got in her life was to hear from him "Barkis is willing" on his deathbed. Gross - if you ask me.
And of course Emily - "Untill he brings me back a lady" - Dear Emily could not accept the fact that Steerforth did not love her like a lady but as an object of usage.

There can be millions of examples
Like Jo in Little Women, Mercedes in The Count of Monte Cristo, or anyone else in saoe story ideas. Pick any lady from any play of Shakespeare, or of Oscar Wilde. I am certain no one would want that life.

Unless, of course, if one would want to pick some romantic novel, Eric Seigal or Mills and Boons. However, that is an inhuman form of setting expectations. You read those. You believe your knight in shining armour shall rescue you everytime you are in distress. However, most times the very knight is the source of or a mere spectator to all distress.

What is then, the point of it all?

Why? Would it not be convenient for women (and at most times, men too) if we just did not read books?

See ya around.

Confidence!

Been a long time, eh?

Can't help. I haven't the energies to collate my thoughts anymore. Have a lot to do. A lot to see. A lot to visualise and adapt myself to.
I have been caught up in a funny set of scenarios. I use the word funny very loosely perhaps. Whenever I can't find a certain term to signify the enormity of anything, whenever I can't find any term to depict the truth of anything, I use "funny".
There was a time when I had a plan. I had arranged the series of events in my mind. Expecting things to screw up. Expecting things to go wrong and fuck my mind (excuse the language, bitch!). I knew I will sail through. I will face each wrath of nature with strength and beat it.
i felt i could be kinda confident that I can make it.
However, life had another plans.
There i was, fighting my miniature battles, when little did i realize, a mammoth war was being cooked up. without my knowledge. Like a tornado quietly walking up and reducing an entire palace to dust.
oh yeah, palace it was.
Confidence can drive you to lethal limits. Belief and truth are two ends that can never meet. Learnt it the hard way.
And i learnt it pretty recently.
Remember the plan that i was talking about. It was ruined. Not that things i planned did not screw up. They did. Pretty bad.
But that screw up seemed petty considering the other tornado like screw up.
Nonsensical invalids effect my life so much at times, its not even funny.

Each time I decide to give up. Hopes and confidence play the spoiler. They enhance my strength and then reduce me to dust.
Hate this idea of confidence. hate it to the core. It makes me believe things that can never happen. It makes me trust people. It makes me happy. It makes me smile. There are plenty of reasons to hate it. But the idiot that I am.. I cling to it like a parasite. Ah! when shall I learn?

Anyways, see ya around.

Further .. On Peace

Peace is a bizzarre concept. Its a funny thing, i guess.
What does the term signify..?

To some it means something, to others it means a completely different thing.
What is peace to some may mean utter chaos to others.

Allow me to elaborate-
We are humans, aren't we all. No revelation that.
Humans perceive things differently in different circumstances.
Fish markets stink and frustrate us normally, but are peace to a vendor. Totally crowded ones, even better.
Death is painful for everyone. Maybe not to a coffin-maker.
Fleet of birds is not peace to a captor.

Anything can be peace to anyone, depending a lot of things,
The filth in the rains
the sickening smell of paint
the fear of heights
drowning in deep sea
being pelted with stones
making a mistake
getting rid of a guilt
drowning your conscience in liquor / dope
loosing your senses / yourself / to someone
anything.. thats the beauty of the insatiable, biased, dynamic, programmed-to-desire human mind

Some people say love is peace.
Well, at least to me, love is a sinking lifeboat. You know you need to throw weight away. So you throw your pride first. Then self-respect. Then independence. Gradually you decide to do away with memories, people - everyone who you ever knew. And then you drown in the weight.
If you tell me its not true, i laugh.
If you tell me that is peace, i smile.

I have always wondered why peace is so important.
Maybe its not important at all.

maybe its just a bully we can easily pretend we like.

on love

Love.. Ah! Pity that you think that it exists.
There is no love on the planet. Its just a concept that sells.
Well, digest this. What if you were born to someone other than who your mother is, another pretty woman maybe. Would you still not love your mother, whoever she is? Doesn't everyone love his/her mother? Its not about the love my dear. Its about the need. Most of the times, we depend on people. And that dependence is reciprocated. Thus, we begin to feel it is love. What if all the people in your life did not have a role to play in your life at all? We depend on everyone in our lives. Some for emotional requirements (by that I mean - the requirements to be close to someone, someone to hear us talk and attempt to make sense out of it, someone to make us feel important, someone to make us feel that even when the entire planet is up against us, someone, somewhere still believes that we are the best thing since sliced bread, and the works!) and some others for other, more practical, material requirements. For example, we all need a driver, a cook, a gardener, a sweeper, a maid, a spouse, so on and so forth for obvious and similar reasons. Similarly, we need parents too. We did not choose our parents. We got delivered to them by default. Figuratively speaking, we did not even choose our friends, circumstances made them our friends.
And the same people stay in our lives as they made it a better place (momentarily at that)

Ever wondered if you would really care to be the same to people all throughout?
Ever wondered who conned the term "taken for granted" and for what reason?
Well, for starters, why don't you begin with wondering why people change in the first place?

They change because the circumstances make them change. They change because they get bored of being nice to us. No one can be nice to us. I have friends who have been in relationships for a long long time. Too long to form an opinion. Too long to judge the person. What is the point of it all, if I may ask? The person they loved on day 1 has evolved into an entirely different person, and now they still stick to each other like parasites. They could have been in love with someone else as well. Would it have made any difference in the situation? Well, I dont think so.
People is a funny concept. I always get jealous of people who have a short memory. Its so much fun to not know someone. Actually anyone. If the place was just so full of strangers who wouldn't want to know one another, people would not really care to judge you or to take home ill-memories, the world could be a peaceful place.  After a judgement is already passed, its difficult not just to change it but also to prevent it from deteriorating. The "Knight in Shining Armour" always ends up being the "Retard in Tin Foil." Or maybe I'm just expecting too much. Both sides of the coin are possible. And, figuratively speaking, both bring the same point home.

This was another one of the posts that I had not published due to lack of sense making capacities.
However, I publish it now.

Sincere apologies.
See ya around.

Today..

Today I see a man. He is so happy and pleasantly smiling. I have seen him so many times earlier. But I never managed to see him this happy.
Oh! I pity him so much. Its a pity that he is not happy all the time, if I may say so. But thats not what I pity him about.

His hands are so clumsy that i feel i touched a loose water baloon (or an old woman's belly) His smile and voice are so tired that they emit an aura of apathy. One look at him and you dont think he deserves to be this happy at all.
He seems to be a normal human being, but so arrogant in his sub-normal existence that he doesn't even realise what is he missing.
The irksome look on his face, the feeling when you see him .. the one of wishing to pound his bones to powder, the one which does not let you feel like believing in him at all. the one of acute hatred and despice.

Why, why would i feel so? Why would I want to dismantle each limb off the body?
I do dislike humans on a general basis. Like there are so many individuals who are nice but I dont particularly enjoy their company, for no apparent reason. However, this one is special. For this guy has never harmed me directly. Speaks like a jackass, works like a jackass, lives like a jackass. Nothing changes. Nothing effects me. Absolutely no difference made by dint of his sheer existence. And he is happy today.

Relevance quotient almost equals zero to me.

But i still feel the pang of miserable pity. Hate the feeling. Hate him more for causing the feeling.

Wish I didn't have to feel so. Wish I wasn't here in the first place. Wish he wasn't here in the second.



See ya around..