Truth will out

Truth Serum

You’ve come into possession of one vial of truth serum. Who would you give it to (with the person’s consent, of course) — and what questions would you ask?

 

Imagine you are in a crowded super market isle, shopping for a party you are throwing, in the honour of the awesomeness of yourself. Gliding effortlessly through the crowd, you enter the last section before fulfilling your voyage at the checkout counter- ‘the dessert isle‘. Decorating the lane is a bright neon coloured sign reading ‘Desserts‘ , and rows full of drool-inducing desserts engulfed in a paradisical halo. As you stand at the foot of the sweet loftiness, the bow-inducing grandeur, you let escape a silent, yet deadly cloud of noxious fumes.

The pesky-10-year-old fiend, standing next to you, reflexively cups his impish face with his hands and screeches ,”MUM!! This guy just FARTED!!!”.  

Do we really need the truth serum, I wonder.

True story!!!

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Fact or fiction ??

Daily Prompt: The Great Divide

When reading for fun, do you usually choose fiction or non-fiction? Do you have an idea why you prefer one over the other?
“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.” ― C.S. Lewis

I love reading and I do not discriminate amongst the written word, or better put, I am an obsessive compulsive reader ( it's true - I even read the backs of cereal boxes ! ). Probably the only time I shut up is when my nose is buried in a book (and that's probably the only time my perennial-allergy-ridden-nose is actually put to some use).

Oh hey - a new blog post........ *wanders off*

A little too much

Daily prompt: No Excess

“Perhaps too much of everything is as bad as too little.” – Edna Ferber

It is a wonder how time flies

as we grow older,

But fret not

over whats lost,

for beauty lies

in the eyes of the beholder ,

as do the opinions laid

what’s too little or excess for one ,

So now tell me

would you rather be,

the jack of all trade,

the master of none?

Remember – a glass half empty is also a glass half full!

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Beautiful gremlins

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Today’s assignment: write a post that builds on one of the comments you left yesterday. Don’t forget to link to the other blog!

So while browsing through a sea of interesting looking blogs, randomly clicking on a few of them and skimming through pages of written material, one in particular caught my addled brain. It was titled ‘WHAT WE CAN LEARN FROM FINN THE HUMAN‘.The author recounts the character sketch of his favourite cartoon persona, Finn (the hero), and recounts the beauty of Finn’s flaws that make him human.

The underlying message is something the all of us, in this world constantly striving towards perfection, tend to forget. Just as it is human to err, it is equally human to be flawed -and that is perfectly fine. As if peer pressure wasn’t enough to rip ones confidence to shreds, with the advent of social media we enter the new age of smiling depression. The pressure of having a picture perfect life is enough to crush one’s entirety into oblivion (hell, even pictures are photo-shopped nowadays – just line the one at the beginning of the post).

Stop! Think! Rather than forcing ourselves to fit the glove acknowledge -it is the glove that needs to fit us, not the other way around.

Having said that, I must say I totally love myself because I am just perfect philosophical like that!

Flashing and talking

Daily Prompt: Flash Talk You are about to enter a room full of strangers, where you will have exactly four minutes to tell a story that would convey who you really are. What’s your story?

“You never really know that part of yourself unless you are in a particular situation.” – Me

The door noisily creaks open. The crowd goes silent as all the heads turn towards the new entrant.

*Sudden blinding lights*

I just flashed a smile. Casually I stroll over to the food counter, dead air follows. Armed with a plate and a glass, I turn around. That’s when I begin to talk!

The no end!

Random acts of kindness

Slam!!!

That was me whacking my note book shut ! I’ve had enough – slouching in front of my computer, analysing data only to have deleted it at the end of the day!!
So, when with one click of a button, my whole world came crashing down and the horror of the blasphemy dawned on me – I accepted the fact – I am brain dead! Time to call it a day.

Still reeling in shock, I get up, zipped my bag.
Jacket -checked.
Wallet- checked.
Phone- checked
I swung my bag over my shoulder and stormed off into the corridor. While trudging towards the station, I tried to find some solace on my smart phone – FACEBOOK ! As I scrolled down browsing through irrelevant news feed ( annoying posts resembling the chirping of crickets, never stop) trying to find some hope -that I wasn’t alone in this dreadful world and terrifying things did indeed happen to other people- that’s when it happened!!

Now imagine, a small person hunched over their phone, walking hurriedly on the street and suddenly bangs into a pole- that’s exactly how it felt at the first impact !

I was another casualty claimed by this horrendous crime. While walking hurriedly , ignoring the real world for the fake cyber world , a random stranger, a tall burly man with very blue eyes stopped me and said, ” Excuse me, but has anyone told you that you look beautiful today! I wish you a fantastic week.” Oh dear, it was true , I was another VICTIM- a victim of random act of kindness.

Stunned speechless -was my reaction at this gesture, which jolted me back to reality! But I quickly managed to gather myself ( I was in the middle of the road and now was probably not a good time to look stupid with my jaw partially suspended ) and thanked the kind gentleman for his words and wished him best.

As I walked away, slowly absorbing the incident, I thought, maybe, it was not such a bad day after all!

As I sit in in the train typing this post on my phone and smiling to myself , people eye me suspiciously. And I cannot help but think of how this serendipity reminded me of my dog – I just can’t possibly fathom why!!’

Nonsensical Arbitrary Moniker for Everyone: NAME

“What’s your name,’ Coraline asked the cat. ‘Look, I’m Coraline. Okay?’
‘Cats don’t have names,’ it said.
‘No?’ said Coraline.
‘No,’ said the cat. ‘Now you people have names. That’s because you don’t know who you are. We know who we are, so we don’t need names.”

― Neil Gaimain, Coraline

What is my name? Is it what is written on my birth certificate or is it the pet-name my parents affectionately called me by? Is it one of the several nicknames my friends called my while growing up or is it the monogram that I sign?  I agree, that there may be some truth in each of these cognomen but they don’t portray the whole picture- me.
Cogito ergo sum (I think, therefore I am).
But even that’s only one side of the coin. Now, you’ll ask me, “what’s the other side?” and I say, ” I do, therefore I am!” . 
I. We. All of us! People are what we think and what we do. What makes us “Us” are our thoughts and actions in this world and how we impact others around us – like you and me – and our bloggiverse!! We will be remembered for lots of things – our notions,deeds (sometimes financial), predilections, mannerisms ,tic and quirks to name a few – rarely for our names. In the entirety of this spatio-temporal universe, where we are but a speck, does my sobriquet really matter?
So why shackle me to a name my friend, for I wish to be free !

Who Am I ?

Stumbling across the pathways,

In this strange land of desires;

Wandering across the thirsty desert,

A body scorched in fires;

Clambering upon the ledge less cliff,

Falling through the abysmal sky;

Brave the passing torment my child,

Now will be the time you fly.