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​10 Reasons Why Personizing Sucks!

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1. Obvious Humour:

A statement that personizes anything works as a prompt for a possible obvious scientifically correct statement in an attempt to crack a joke. While the ‘joker’ in question may bask in the glory of his tiny wit, you feel stupefied, annoyed and sorry for their lack of imagination all at the same time.

2. Imagination (and the lack of it):

Practical jokes often stem from a desperate desire to look funny. Conjuring up metaphors can feel good to an enthusiast of the written word; and some people may look down on you,  and wonder why you look so dazed at times. To them you’re the perpetual fantasizer that has lost track of reality. Haven’t you really though? And wilfully too.

3. Helplessness:

You just can’t help it. No, you haven’t lost your mind yet. But there’s no explaining that to your wilful or at times, forced audience.

4. You’re always high:

You don’t have to smoke weed to see what most people won’t. You bring inanimate objects to life at will, and it’s a high no drug can match.

5. No revenge:

You want it sometimes for the mockery that comes with it, but there’s no way to get it. You think long and hard, seeking a way to do it, but find none. At the end of the day, you have to make-do with the fact that it’s them that have the raw deal.

6. It’s addictive:

It clings to you like leeches, and it’s more stubborn than any of those little suckers will ever be.

7. Indecisiveness:

It makes you wonder if you’re stupid. Am I? Am I not? You never have a definite answer. Maybe you are, but that’s one of those rare, right kinds of stupidities. Because through every word, you enlighten a life or two, and even if it’s just one, it counts.

8. Takes varying degrees of thinking from time to time:

It won’t always be easy. But most things that are worthwhile, seldom are.

9. It’s rarely a shared experience:

It’s not something you would discuss with people, so you write about it and wonder if people will laugh at you as you put it out. You are almost sure they will, but secretly hope they won’t.

10. Basically, it’s not everyone’s cup of tea:

Or coffee. Or lemon juice. It’s not a cup. It’s not even a thing. It doesn’t have mass nor does it occupy space. See, I know science. Yes, I stated the obvious, but isn’t everyone fond of that? So when a writer states the not-so-obvious and it isn’t to your taste, let it go. To you, it might make no sense, but to him/her, it’s merely a string of ideas that are beyond the reaches of your mind. For now.

It only takes some trying to get there.

Hot & Cold

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Life is an experience that brings forth a slew of emotions each day, with each moment. And to me, it has been no different –except for the fact that mine has been filled with more than its fair share of contradictions. More often than not, it has been a case of extremes, and intermediates if any have been few and far between – Either black or white. No reds, blues and greens.

Catching a cold in the hottest of climates is something I have come to master over the years. Also, I don’t really like how the term catch is used figuratively here – As if I made a conscious effort to grab the goddamn virus out of thin air and shove it into my body. Or maybe I did – a few sips cold water here, an ice-cream there.

I remember reading a headline this morning stating that at 38 degrees – yesterday was the hottest October day ever. Bloody hell! Here I was, sweating and sneezing at the same time. And the confusion that followed was the last thing I needed.

To let the fan over my head run faster or not to, to sip on moderately cold water or not to, to do anything at all or not to for I felt far too irritable sometimes – all seemingly trivial concerns yet so significant in the moment.

I have a pair of football studs lying idle in my shoe-rack. I haven’t played footy in years now. I mean, I have in the casual sense, but nothing full on like sprinting after forwards on a real ground. Honestly, I haven’t always been great at it, but as far I can remember, I had fun playing – I miss the running around, being short on breath, making my lungs realise just how much I need them. Sometimes, I wish I could travel back in time and maybe play a game or two again, make stupid mistakes, cost my team a goal and even score once in a blue moon – all of it for the simple reason that I would enjoy myself and get the dose of adrenaline I often crave.From being certain I would every other day when I bought those studs, to barely even coming close to it in years – white to black, hot to cold.

There was a time when I had a bicycle and couldn’t imagine my life without it. I cycled day in and day out and lost an (almost) astronomical amount of weight thanks to it. It was my primary and (often) only form of exercise during my school days. And boy! It was exciting too – Until of course, junior college and science decided to make me fat again. Eventually, unrelenting attacks by the elements covered the bike in a veil of rust and it had to be given away. From cycling day in and day out to not having a bicycle anymore – white to black, hot to cold.

As a kid, I was more of an avid cricket fan than I am now. A bat, a ball, a few square metres and voila! A game of cricket was on. I have broken windows, lost cricket balls when I hit them too hard and knocked batsmen over with some unreal inswingers – all that until a few years ago. From playing bat and ball within the tiniest of spaces at every chance I got, to playing once in four months – white to black, hot to cold.

I acted in plays in school, wore the weirdest costumes, forgot dialogues, improvised and made people laugh – Never had the chance to do the same post school. From learning to embrace an art to never going back to it again – white to black, hot to cold.

On the contrary, I didn’t think writing would be something I looked up to as a real hobby someday, hadn’t read half as many books as I have since, had never sketched cars and had never been on a roller coaster either. All that and more has materialized over the years, and while my life continues to contradict itself from time to time, the differences keep me interested.