Inspiration, Lost.

My heart wanders to far-off places as it searches for inspiration. Inspiration... Found in each and every atom of this universe, yet so hard to find, so hard to locate. And to find the best, food-for-thought inspiration, you need to go out, get some fresh air, talk to children and adults alike. If you go out in the morning, you can't resist the night... Resting down on the wet grass with your eyes looking upwards towards the sky, the moon complimenting the whole sight like a pearl on your eye.

And that is where being a girl and living in Delhi comes in.

Nowhere can you find better inspiration than in Delhi. Culture rolls around here like colourful bangles on display. Traditions from all around the world migrate to this place for an enlightening extravaganza... All shattered because of a few reasons.

You are a girl? Don't leave the house after 7 pm, no, 6 pm. It''s dark you know (!). Don't wander off to mysterious places, and don't talk to strangers. ESPECIALLY don't talk to unknown men.

On the off-chance you do get the permission, and, anticipating, in want of inspiration from beyond the Earth, you lie down on the soft grass heavy with excitement, move your eyes to the sky, and search for at least one shiny spot, a star, all goes to no avail. The smoke and pollution has defeated the stars, after all. Nothing is visible.

So where the hell do we writers find our inspiration? The best scenarios or story-lines which will strike our mind will be of dystopian fantasies with the world covered in a thick layer of smog. We have enough of those, thanks.

Now, then. What exactly do we need for our dear old Delhi? A happy climax of a dystopian fantasy where all is well and the stars... The stars are in our favour. 

To Let the Wind Take You Along

When you've scaled high peaks
And fall in a valley too deep,
Where gloom is the only thing that speaks
And motivation to the lock is the key.
When you sing that inviting song
To let the Wind take you along.

When it seems you have nothing more to lose,
Yet you do, yes you do...
When you think happiness is just a ruse
Yet for happiness, secretly strive you...
When you sing that inviting song
To let the Wind take you along.

When the beating hair on your face
Drive away all those problems tender.
When your slackened arms you openly raise
And to inevitability surrender.
When you sing that inviting song
To let the Wind take you along.

When you have nothing but love in your heart
For that force blowing you away.
When your eyes close in deep enjoyment
And dance to that enlightening lay.
When you sing that inviting song
To let the Wind take you along.

A Thought for a Friend

May the stars be ever in your favour, oh friend.
May you never feel so worthless and lonely.
May those happy thoughts and memories never end,
May the bad thoughts remain so only.

Something to make me Happy

Well, to relieve the widespread sadness in this changing world, my mind is going to create something happy. So, here goes... my random musings on happiness.

Whenever I think of happiness, the first images in my mind are those of memories - happy memories - most of them from some distant nook of my early childhood. Memories which are just some forgotten stills from here and there, from the time my conscious mind wasn't so conscious of the-then current situation as it was of the small dainty details of life. A smile conjured up from ten years back, or excitement and curiosity emanating out of Time... what could ever replace all these times?

Apart from memories, happiness, for me, comes from inside, and letting things go is one of the most important acts you can do to keep that smile in your heart.

"In the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go, but what always hurts most is not taking a moment to say goodbye."

Say goodbye... live each moment, and then just let it go. If you live to your fullest, in the present, feel it flowing through your veins, you'll know that moment will soon go, and you won't forget to say goodbye.

Letting things go will never make you so happy if you don't live in each moment first. Dance to the tunes of the pulsating song of life... you'll like you've felt never before.

People nowadays are pretty disappointed with their life, some care too much, some don't care at all. Some are worried and tense, some make others worried and tense. And the fifth kind? Those who accept situations as irreversible, time as unbeatable, and life as a reward, those are the happy ones...

The Indian Recipe for Success

Since almost everyone owning some blog or the other is following this blogging trend of typing down recipes... behold! This one might be a bit different, may take a long time to cook. So, voilà!

Ingredients:
-An IIT-training coaching class
-A bachelor's degree from an IIT
-MBA from an IIM
-A high-paying job at a world-famous company

Preparation:

[Before proceeding, keep in mind that the aim of this recipe is simple: IIT, money, and status. However, the broth will be extraordinary if this isn't only about these things, but about what you really want to do.]

STEP 1: Join a coaching center for te preparation for JEE-mains. If classes begin at 11 years old, good. If they are owned by FIITJEE or Vidyamandir Classes, excellent!

STEP 2: Give the entrance exam for engineering at IIT. Adding Computer Science or Electrical streams will add extra flavour.

STEP 3: Relax after getting selected into an IIT, preferably at Delhi or Bombay. Suddenly realize that life isn't over and is much harder ahead. Turn the flame on which the grades are simmering a bit low.

STEP 4: Finish IIT and get a humongous starting salary which spreads around in the papers. Work at the job for a year.

STEP 5: Prepare for CAT, get selected to an IIM for doing management without knowing what it is and for obtaining a job with a higher salary.

STEP 6: Obtain a job with a high salary, people will love it and talk about it. If job is at Apple or Microsoft, get ready for your Michelin Star!

STEP 7: Get married. Fast.

Precautions: DON'T FOLLOW YOUR PASSION. If you want to write, do it alongside. If you want to go into the arts, don't, they're highly unstable. But the actual reason is... what will people say?

STEP 8: Listen to 'haye mera/meri beta/beti' from proud relatives whom you've never even met before.

Your dish is ready!

WARNING: This is simply a satire on the mindset of Indian society. Don't listen to them. Listen to your heart and follow your passion. Get into IIT if you really, really want it. You won't get a second chance, after all :)

Project Great Indian Bastard

On the 4th of March, 2015, the Project Great Indian Bastard was popularized by the BBC. The Government made visible attempts to hide its execution, however, banning the information related to it won't stop people from seeing the sensitive information, including the part instructing how to be the Great Indian Bastard:

1. Say, "Girl is a soft flower and we should protect it. Girl is a precious diamond and it can't be kept on road." Undoubtedly imply that girls are weak and can't protect themselves, bleating for the protection of oh-so-protective-and-kind men.

2. Be irritatingly condescending and say: "A girl should go with her uncle, father and grandfather.
She should not go out at night with her boyfriends." Assert that girls don't know what's right for them. Assert that men know what's right for them, because they can the see the future and the girls can't, right?

3. Say that it's the fault of the girl that she went out at night. Say that it happened because she was     wearing short clothes. Don't even think of those particular men who analyze that situation with their eyes. Don't even think of saying they were wearing their eyes (out).

4. Get educated and make generalizations like 'our society doesn't allow this' and 'our society doesn't allow that'. Oh yes! Blame the society! Don't change it! Simmer down and just let the damn thing happen!

5. Say the girl shouldn't fight back. Because if she doesn't, they would take pity on her. Because if she doesn't, wrong will continue to happen. Because if she doesn't, she'll die. And how pathetic is dying as a symbol for change?

6. Assertively speak that you would pour petrol and burn your daughter in front of all the people if she gets caught going out at night or losing her face and dignity. Don't think about who is the obstacle in roaming around freely at night. Just be a damn old hypocrite.

But, oh no! It isn't over yet. You see, bastards are everywhere, from the mountain to the molehill. And with this was launched, Project Great Bastard from Outside. What does that state, I wonder?

1. Generalize and defame all the men of a country for a crime which was committed by a handful of men. Bind the tourism of a country in shackles, paint their people's face with red paint, reading, 'falsely accused of rape'.

2. Be a hypocrite. Slam other people for defaming girls, and then defame the men, that too of another country. In this process, ignore the problems of your own country.

3. Already defamed the country's men? Next step: defame the country's culture. Defame the society. Without even talking to us girls, announce that we don't go out at all. Defamation is the key!

4. Above all that, don't do such things for the 'betterment of the masses', but make money with that   information, because people only care about the rapes that happen India!

5. Say that knowing about these situations will enlighten people. On top of that, make the proclamation in English. The message doesn't reach those to whom it needs to reach. Instead, air it to that section of the society which already knows about it and stands up against it.

6. Ignore the fact that India has the largest variety of cultures, largest variety of religions. That spiritual people comprise most of the part of the population. More spirituality leads to more rapes, right?

7. Don't give a damn as to what effect your work really is creating. Don't give a damn that Indian men are losing their internships, their jobs. That they are being thought of as demons all over the world.

Meanwhile, we are sitting here, in front of our laptops, thinking of how these Bastards are as big a problem as the rapists.

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<insert a funny beginning here>

<here a line to follow it>

<something rhyming must adhere>

<something showing off my wit>

<this verse will nourish your senses>

<you'll feel tickles on your skin>

<your eyes will roll behind the lenses>

<your tongue will click and spin>

<here goes a couplet to make you feel>

<how jest always has to win>

<here go two lines which will unveil>

<the crowning of the king>

<insert something to make him laugh>

<something to stroke his nose>

<for in front of the good old jester>

<the good old king always bows>

<the end is marked by this line here>

<this line will make you sad>

<'cause you don't want to lose that dear>

<laugh which makes you mad>