Discretionary
Disclaimer:
The characters, places, events
depicted in this articulate creation are purely fictional which are solely based
on non fictional ideas, events & incidences. Any factual resemblance &
relation, if found, to any of such characters, places, events has to be purely
coincidental & also unintentional.
Also several content or
otherwise depicted throughout this article containing sensitive & mature
subject matter; are for exemplary purpose & does not bear any intentional connection
to express support or show the brighter side of the other side of anti social
elements; nor any attempt of spreading the word creating awareness or some
‘issued in public interest’ kindda stuff.
Having engrossed in “lost to be
found” while “reminding the reminders”, & attempting “flawless mistake” of “keeping
on writing” & having scripted the “oddz & the crowds”; later “hated luve
stories” & mourned on the “death of a device”….
sOmtYmzZ gOin vid d ‘oddzZ’
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difeRent frOm….
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‘nOt gOin vid d crOwdzZ’….
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n eVen fAr difeRent frOm….
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‘gOin aGenSt d oddZz’….
Taking some kindda unidentified
& anonymous risk to write this one, just for ‘being different from self’.
Unaware & oblivious about the aftermath & repercussions of being
different & addicted to words & living in the world of words.
Fire cracking the spurring thoughts
& igniting the words, sentences & paragraphs; to blast & burst out this
happening festive season, into yet again an articulate creation.
Moving back to compiling this one
after a fairly long time; exploring & thinking over slicing the corner side
of a stuffed & grilled pizza or simply measuring approx radius of oil free potato
chips.
It all started while
improvising & seamlessly working out on the status updates to revolve
thoughts around. Bringing together & blending the courage & audacity,
without seeking any sort of sympathy, empathy, favor or otherwise….
@ tYmezZ juS….
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chaNgiNg d rUbeR~baNd….
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iz fAr muCh bEtEr than……..
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d optiOn of LoOsening or eVen stRetChing….
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d sAme rUbeR~baNd…..cOuntLesS
tYmezZ….
The silent saga which cropped behind
the back & struggling to balance & overpower as well in the best
possible manner at all possible times. It’s not that confessions need to be
confessed; expressly or implicitly, either to the one standing in front of a
mirror; or to the one who is unknown & is untraceable & beyond reach.
The dark secret is aptly connoted
to be darker & brighter than the secret; a dark word, dark phrase, dark
sentence, dark paragraph & even dark stories. Facing off the conspiracy &
such ill fated hurdles & confronting the practicalities illusioned of self
actualization at its peak, to think over & scrap out the unproductive &
fruitless ways & giving a full stop to such incomplete sentences & realigning
the paragraphs countless times.
Having opted the different
track with a different perspective while walking by the road side with head
sets tuned in fullest volume; blankly staring at the swiftly passing of the speeding
wheels, observing the motion of crowded herds & simply glancing at the
barking street dogs. Not just merely ‘thinking out of the box’, rather creating
& building upon several countless boxes.
The events, incidences,
occasions may have been darker than expected or even unexpected most of the
times; need not necessarily & presumably sink down the brighter side &
moments. The negative publicity & spotlight is something like fitting a
black colored bulb in to the white textured room.
Perceiving the darker side, as
been some kindda art or science or philosophy of researching & developing the
case studies or thesis, at a stretch. Getting back into the hangover with words
& drooling into the world of words; just to reshuffle & sensibly present
& showcase the other side of that side which used to be in the spotlight of
darkness & striving hard for freeing the ‘nadaan parindey’ from the fenced freedom!!...
PS: Sensibly it may seem to be
insensible; but then, not every sensible stuff has to be perceived sensibly….
~Thank
You~
