Ode to Failure

It might be possible that I fail,
But O Failure, I’m not afraid of you.
For those who have come across you,
Know that there’s no way to Success before greeting you.
Taught you have to them – how to be courageous,
Not to loose faith in their dreams.
And rugged they have become,
Following the tests of your endurance.

And so is what I wish.
Whenever I get a chance to meet you,
Turn me into a warrior and not a loser.

O Womania!

[I wrote this article as a part of my ongoing journalism internship. Thought of sharing it with the blogging community. ūüôā ]

Twenty years of existence. I have been immortal¬†for what a mathematician would calculate out to 7370 days; taking into account five leap years, and +2 days which this article will take to get published (assuming the editor doesn’t send me a “go through it again” mail).

That’s quite a time as compared to the long breaths of the short lived multicolored creatures “dazzling” around our rooms in the rainy nights – the moths and their accomplices. For once, that makes me happy.¬†I have outlived a few species of living organisms, including the moth; perhaps the one that distracts the last bit of my concentration required to write an article.¬†Hooray! No more¬†delays Ms. Editor; kidding!

There are a lot of things that get men off the hook, and most of the times its women and cricket; as for me, include the little dazzling party “hanging out” in my room.

A sugared thought of fair skinned clad – the sweet smelling opposite sex (homo-sapiens-sapiens¬†only; no chimps, please!) is enough to get ¬†me laid (back). “Thou lay at ease, O dear master! The article can wait.”, and so it does, and so rings the bell of my editor.

Well, “Women! What can you say? Who made ’em? God must have been a f**kin’ genius. The hair. They say the hair is everything, you know? Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls, just wanting to go to sleep forever? Or lips. And when they touched your’s, were like that first swallow of wine after you just crossed the desert. Tits.¬†Hooaah! Big ones, little ones; nipples staring right out at you, like secret searchlights. Mmm. Legs. I don’t care if they’re Greek columns or secondhand¬†Steinways.¬†What’s between ’em? Passport to heaven.” ( from “Scent of a Woman“)

In India, we worship women (for no one wants to loose their “passport to heaven”, let alone the priests). But dear “single-guy”, dare you worship the young voguish girl of a metro (Yeah!¬†exactly¬†the one whom you aspire to make your girlfriend), and she’ll rip apart that beloved organ of yours (Ouch! that hurts).

“Thou filthy fellow! Bloody fudoo¬†(Punjabi for fucker).¬†How durran (dare) thou stare at me?”. This was the latest addition to my book of “memorable insults” (already two volumes complete).

That’s the “anomaly” about women, they are¬†captivating¬†at imagination – they’ll grab your thoughts, grip your brain, and take you on a “Dear- O-Dear!” ride, but in reality, just try sniffing around one, and she’ll shoo you off.

“Shoo Shoo! Hurr..!”

It’s only a matter of time until every guy gets his due of the bitchy treatment (even the committed ones ).

Yesterday, I happen to sit by a woman, a twenty year old something, in the metro. She wore a stern look on her face, and just when her cell rang, “Don’t you ever call me¬†baby¬†again. I am never ever going to talk to you. Kutte¬†(dog)¬†Kamine¬†(Roman-Hindi for fucking),¬†Dafaa ho jaa (Go to hell!).” And to hell did the poor guy go; he became single – the genre doomed by the society as the bunch of incapable dogs roaming around just to impregnate the bitches; in other words, worthless.¬†¬†

Perhaps,¬†O Womaniya, Ah! Aa! Womaniya… Jaa Jaa Womaniyaa!¬†No more Womaniya chasing for me now. (And yeah! on time delivery of every article from now on; Cool! isn’t it, Ms. Editor? )

Life

Some feel they are surviving it every passing minute, while others enjoy the¬†uncertainty¬†it possesses…

A few succumb to its pressure, while others take every moment of it as an inspiration..

Some lament the loss of their dear ones, while others are ecstatic to find their soul mates..

Some live it unwillingly, while others enjoy their stay on this beautiful planet..

Life is..

embracing with happiness all that comes your way..
rejoicing the wonders of nature, getting inspired by them..
living out your passion, your sole purpose in this universe..
spreading love and making world a better place..
spending quality time with your loved ones..
inspiring and motivating people around you to lead a better life..

Life is¬†a sweet disposition…

Enjoy it….as¬†Rihana¬†says¬†“Life is too short to be miserable”

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