I hate children, but not all of them. I can tolerate the quiet ones. Those of nature gift which sleep and sit and dont talk or cry. While on other hand i can barely put my anger down with restless kid. You hear big boisterous laughing ,saw them running round and round in circles and you can smell them from fifty leagues.Their antics which to their mother is deary is for me irritating. I am irritated by their sight their ways and mostly their mind. No offence I have nothing against their mother whatsoever. I can understand your want to throw your child at near strangers for a few minute respite. I can understand your selfishness with your child as it is the result of your seed. Please all those mother with apron on their waist and a sweet muffin in plate I have nothing against the idea of you rearing and bearing child do as you like yummy mummy but please give me my own freedom to frown upon your child.
Many a maidens are decieved by their looks. To them they look beautiful. A sweet sapling just out of earth. It seems to me they are slowly training their mind to like that bobbly mass of flesh they will rear someday. Love them as irratonaly as you like but please don’t shove the child in my hand and command me to like it. To me they are not cute. I am not so easily deceived by outer beauty. To me they are vomiting ,urinating, defecating, and a senseless creature driven by pure Pursuit of annoyance. They will hide in corner and will search for those things that drove you to madness and then they came out of hiding laced with this new weapon and broke havoc in the kingdom of mind.
Child heart is god heart. In his head always lay god hand and child and god bff relation go on and on and on. But ladies hear me out if child speaks god language then
1 god speak gibberish
2 god is dammn irritating.
What a disappointment I thought god to be a highly learned man.
Let me tell you something you already know: child is a fool. He is mad. Truly is, till he is six or eight his brain and spinal cord is not developed fully. When he is in embryo, he develop from primitive to more advanced,popularly know as progeny precedes the phylogeny.
So if you ever thought that your child is not a human being but a animal you are probably right, maybe when your child was morphing from some remote ancestor to human being he chose to remain animal much to his human mother chagrin.
I am ranting, all facts and fiction colliding. I am writing this as I travel in train and opposite to my birth sit a young mother and a younger child. I pity her, so young and so old with responsibility. I see a continue frown in her face, she came to wonder small small thing in her child life and can do nothing but laugh in public and suffer in solitaire.
So sorry all these ladies with one child on hip other in your arms and another one you hold in your hand, I love you as a mother. Come to think of it I can’t become this five foot five inch adult without her care and I am foreever of her debt but still,still I hate you child.
I was in eighth class,it was half yearly exam and if my memory is with me it was social studies paper. I was not the kid who cheat.I tried it once and don’t like it. The feeling of fear and anxiety is not particularly good feeling. From then on I think it to be better to study a bit more or if not rather leave the question.
Where was I? Oh yes social studies,so you can understand my shock when a teacher pointedly told me to just exchange copy with the girl sitting behind me. I couldn’t understand but then I see my posture. I was hunched back with answering sheet on my lap and I can guess with a bit of peeking fellow on my back can easily copy my answer and that was douche bag was doing.
So my dear readers that scum was peeking blatantly on my answer sheet . I was once that scum too,it was science Olympiad and stakes were higher. I am not particularly proud to say that I Jane cheated but please don’t narrow your eyes,I don’t win and my said friend got first prize and even today when we are in same college I always ask her did she change her answers at end,cause man cheat or no cheat it suck to lose to your friend.
A friend of mine write on his status that he hates it when people try to read his conversation. The same day he made me hate him when I saw him trying to read my posts. This peeking,is like a social evil. You peek,I peek we as a community peek on each other. Hell even countries indulge in this silly game of seek and hide. For those of us who don’t want to get their hands dirty hire private detective.
Now we ask ourselves what cause us,respectable member of society,lawful citizen,professional in respective field to stoop low(literally) and to middle in other private conversation ,to judge a person by what novel or magazine he is reading,and most irritating when we look over when a person is writing,replying to a comment. As I am writing it I can see the eye of a man standing behind me to slyly read the content of this blog,so to you sir keep on reading but on your tab and I guess you already know the name of my blog.
Sorry for rambling but at least the guy has reverted his eyes and I can write in peace. There is nothing worse than the feeling that you are being watched,that someone is waiting when you will bend a bit too low,when you will stand on your toes and stretch your body to get your luggage from top rung.
Now question arises what possible pleasure can people derive from knowing random facts about other people life?what the use of eating information we can’t digest and which will probable leave our system the next day.
I think its curiosity. Plain and simple.
We are a weird specie. We are just interested in everything. Why sun shine, why night come after day,why season change got the idea. We are interested in nature.
Why do birds migrate,why deer eat grass not meat,why lion eat deer and not grass. We are interested in other specie.
Why do I cry,why I smile, why I dream,why we reason and not others. So we are interested in ourselves and this meddling behavior has what make us progressive and intrusive specie in same sentence.
When we have so much time to spare in such a short life. When we can count stars just to keep occupied so why not just hear what other say, see what they see and for a moment be in their shoes. Its the only way a busboy know the office politic of an IT firm, the only way in hell I know what to write in this blog.
Its been more than a month since I last posted. I am sorry for the delay.
It was not that I don’t have things to write in contrary my mind was full of them,but my fifth semester exams don’t allow me the luxury to blog.
But today my dear every thing is changed. I am sitting In my couch all my theory and practicals finished.
I don’t know whether to cry or laugh . exams have paradoxical effect on your brain system. it forces you to stretch your limits,it challenges you to mug up all those medical jargon you were unable to rot in past three months to do so in three days.
I have a habit of envisaging the end in beginning of a journey. I always imagine the happiness of exempt from studies even weeks before starting of exams.it helps me to keep on going,to study for an extra hour,to wake an hour before,to burn the night lamp.
Though exams are pain in the ass but like every bad thing in life its also an essential ingredient for success. Or its not,its just plain pain not only in ass but every single tissue of body.it stretches your brain like a rubber band and as exam are over it shrunk back to its place.it become a business of holding back a great load of shit and then to vomit it all over in papers. Sometimes it happen that I don’t even know what questions I have attended and what I have written in them!
But Let’s not get all narcissistic it does have some benefit. The after exam feeling is not what you see every day.
I have never smoked or taken pot but I can still tell the elation when you feel ,as you were answering the last question ,of last practical is above any drug the god has created under the blue sky.
The post exam happiness disorder ,have long term effects. It shape your party plans for weeks in advance. It like a burst of rancid smell which makes you appreciate the lousy smell of everyday life.
Most importantly if I don’t give fifth semester exam how would I enter in sixth semester?
Ps:I know last line is too normal but thoughts like that only keep you hopeful.
anger,much thing has been said about it.it seems as if the human is nothing but a seething pan of anger,sometimes contain in its pot but when it overflows and in my case it frequently does,it splash everywhere and corrode not only the person in question but me too,and i lay there for hours filling the holes.
it so much easy to be angry,to smash somebody skull,to say things and do things your sane mind normally refrains from,put a lot of resistance to these thoughts but anger takes it all away.your resistance reduce to a simple wire and your usual mind to mouth filter become next to zero.your brillant mind started thinking imaginative ways to make his life hell.
that beautiful superlative anger vanishes.it left me just as fast as it comes.it abandon me in my those few seconds of whether i should say sorry or give one last evil look and move on.
to solve this critical problem what left is my reason self which in my few minutes of tirade had gone on vaccation.he reflects what best strategy.sometimes its easy to say sorry when you know you overreacted and what you thought had happen and what really had happen do mot fall in same line,but it become excrutiatingly difficult when you know you are not wrong you are right and the guy is a total
asshole inconsiderate person.
so if the scenario is first i say sorry amidst much embarrsement.but if its case second and i had to say sorry (cause i eventually figure it some way has to be my fault )and after it much gloom and despair shroud me and for many hours i curse myself to be such a boiling pot!!
we all like a good gossip.there is nothing better then to curl up and bitch about one frenemy to another.itfeel like the sun especially save some sunlight for you.there is spring in your step and you can literally feel that every god particle is happy for you and is rejoicing that she had a breakup or receive less marks in test.i dunno about you but every pore of my body open up and is welcoming the news.though you might just have a differing in opinion,or she defeated in debate in remote past.it doesn’t matter once a girl is black marked she always remain in back of your list in your parties.
so one such juicy news hit my ears in early morning and whole day i supported a cheshire cat smile.somebody would have thought i have become pregnant!!.lets be honest with you i am not a good samaritan and is good to people who are good to me.my rules are simple you paint my nails and i will paint yours.you smear it on edges then be sure its going to be there and i ain’t applying paint remover on it.a mark is made and lord does it take years to smudge it a bit.
so while i was happy and smiling i fall upon this girl i have black marked years ago i have forgotten what the case was but i remain cold from then.we said pleasantry with grudging nods and curt replies but i notice something is amiss she was not her bitchy self.i dont know what posses me but i invite her for a cup of coffee for old time sakes and she surprisingly accepted without her usual high and mighty look she is famous for.while drinking coffee she fell in front of me i have never seen caffein doing this to people i am just glad i havent offer a drink i met never come in one piece.so what follow was the usual story of fail marriage,children who hate her and work which did not appreciat her.while this news ib any other day in any other setting would have made my day but seeing her infront of me breaking down like a house of cards wasnt funny and not at entertaing just a whole lot disconcerting.we part in good term with promise to keep in touch.so moral being:never hear someone sad story from thier own mouth it just take away the joy!
you state it to a biology student and with utmost irritation they will tell you what it means: every cell is derived from precursor cell.(uhh big deal)
ask the meaning of same to a philosphy student he will emphasis with utmost seriousness the gravity of statement.”the humans act on it “he will say.
is human race with its varied dilects and maryiad of culture not act on love,honesty,trust,peace?you will ask.i urge you to think beyond what it imply.lets start superfiscially it simply say a cell derive from a earlier one.now magnify it:we derive from our ancestors.we all with millions of cell and thousand of gene is in a period of time was a single cell.it divide divide and divide and poof we become our adult self and the moment it stop poof we are old and stooped.
now lets dig a bit deeper and think about gossiping yes you hear me gossyping.it the perfect example.the talk always go round and round and just everyone know about it.(including the person bieng the matter of gossip)it become a circle of exchanging information.you tell me something and i will add more. infotmation exchanges minds ,die on some while revive on others and continue the vicious cycle of gossip
lets complicate the matter.we all agree that any big science discovery takes years and years of compilation of data and checking rechecking of facts.its impossible for one persons to do everything.so what we have are a group of individual who put thier mind together and let thier ideas grow on each other.from one idea generate another then another and in years we see it alive.
world is not function wholly on gossips or scientific discovery it needs diplomacy to keep clicking,kindness to keep ticking,and laws to keeep working.
how in those diverese spheres does this adage act?
the answer lie in our will to survive.we are animals under our branded clothes.we do anything to survive another day.and evolution if at all has teaches us one thing the power of unity.for unity we need people having comnon goals and is ready to cooperate each other.so what will make a total stranger cooperate with you?his principles(pls),his desire(i have thousand)so what?its simple we work on what i will gain basis.what my doing now will help me in future.that is what now i sow will definitely decide what i reap .the better the reap the more the cooperation.parents wants children so that they have company in thier old times obviously love preceds.in a survey it was proved that we are likely to perform an act of kindness if we are in recieving end of it.so make omnis cellulae e cellulae your t shirt motto.anf tell people why.
i meet a lot of people in my day.they keep quiet,all of them.i spend hours with them and in end know almost all except them as a living human.i can see thier laughing lines,but never know thier jokes.i could feel thier gaze but never the warmth in them.i can see ,feel, touch thier heart but it never beats it could not give life.i see it all the hair,mouth,lips,skin.i observe the color ,texture,staining and rigor.
i see the finity of life each day.i handle the body which in its lifetime was handle by people who fed him,taken care of him,ward him off evil,protect him from dangers and loved him.what for ?i always thought while dissecting the body.all the pain for this!we all know the inevitablity of life but i study it spent years gaining knowledge all that for when a grieved mother ask me why he died ?why god take him earlier then me ?i can give her a cause but the cause cannot bring her boy back ,it certainly cannot cure the haemoohage in his head.he cannot ever would grow for a single day.all my knowledge for this .to tell what happen in my medical jargon knowing preety well that knowbody give a damn why it happen for them the greatest truth staring them on thier face is it had happened.he is gone.