Abject Poverty: Life

As I stress into the deep thoughts of life, I seem to be little afraid of the darkness in the abysmal of confusions. As I stand to accede to hash out a treaty with my life I am still confused as to what it should be; a compromise or abstinence on my nature? This topic at times seems to be so abstruse that I am finding it too hard to understand the facts. One moment I am too acerbic and the other moment I am trying to cope up with the facts.

After ages again today as I stand out to cry and to shout, there seem to be no words but just a taste of salt! I have started hating my contentious behaviour because every suggestion we have ends up in a fight. Though I am not too sure about the happenings around me and why am I becoming like this? A happy going lad suddenly ends up in such a chaos! I have been spending hours to figure out the conundrums , but then whatever suggestion I have for it seem to be getting lost within seconds. Focus is something which stands missing yet again, maybe I am not meeting the right set of people. Ah no definitely that is not the case, I have people around me and there is a lot to compete with. Why I am sticking around or emphasizing more on the people; yet again; who have actually no motivations and aspirations. I think its all going haywires. Well I think I should end up here! People seem to have been questioning me, but the more I try to answer them, the more I am confounding my ability to solve the riddle of my life. It sometimes feel that I should question the almighty, but the thought of framing the question seem to be no less of a pain, and the worst part is that ‘Google’ also has no results for the same. How do you search the query of life in ‘Google’ when its conglomeration of the sadness and happiness which you are going through!

So lets end up here and think about the next big and the exciting things about to start in the life! Time to give up the old D’s … The Dread, The Dreams, The Debts and The Dead and above all The Dung!

Let’s welcome life with a new outlook he will grow he will live just give the best as you always say ‘The `bestest’ (add it to the dictionary) of the best’

Sakhi Saiya

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Inflation, keep on working, keep on running ..
Inflation, she's a dayain
Sakhi saiyan toh khoob hi kamaat hai, mehngai dayain khaye jaat hai
Har mahina uchle petrol, diesel ka bhi badh gaya mol
Shakkar bai ke kahe bol
Har mahina uchle petrol, diesel ka bhi badh gaya mol
Shakkar bai ke kahe bol
Ussa baans maati daang mari jaat hai
Mehngai dayain khaye jaat hai
Sakhi saiyan toh khoob hi kamaat hai, mehngai dayain khaye jaat hai

(Yo .. This is the song to every one
who have lost some money
what they truly loved .. Check it out
Sarkar takes your money
This it ain't so funny
Can't go shopping with you honey
The kreep recession eats the honey
There is no gasoline'y coz its all about money
Well this ain't so funny, coz there is no money
)

Soya bean ka ka behaal, garmi mein pichke hain gaal
Ghir gaye patte, pakk gaye baal
Soya bean ka ka behaal, garmi mein pichke hain gaal
Ghir gaye patte, pakk gaye baal
Aur makka ji ji bhi kha gayi maat hai
Mehngai dayain khaye jaat hai
Sakhi saiyan toh khoob hi kamaat hai, mehngai dayain khaye jaat hai
(
You cant eat soya all the way , the heat's killing all the way
The hair gonna gray , still there aint any prey
You gonna fall on the way , there is no water to buy as you earn on the way
)

Arrey kadoo ki ho gayi barmaar
Kakdi kar gai hahakaar
Matar ji toh lago bukhaar
Arrey kadoo ki ho gayi barmaar
Kakdi kar gai hahakaar
Matar ji toh lago bukhaar
Don't say that again
Aur aagey ka kahun kahi nahin jaat hai
Mehngai dayain khaye jaat hai
Sakhi saiyan toh khoob hi kamaat hai, mehngai dayain khaye jaat hai

Saal ka sheetal aagao June
Mehngai mero pee gayi khoon
Half pant ho gayi patloon
Saal ka sheetal aagao June
Mehngai mero pee gayi khoon
Half pant ho gayi patloon
Aur pale khatiya pe yehi badabaat hai
Mehngai dayain khaye jaat hai
Sakhi saiyan toh khoob hi kamaat hai, mehngai dayain khaye jaat hai

Centre Stage

Now as I head of to this brand new day, I am overall okay’ish satisfied with my yesterdays routine, but believe that there is a lot to do today. Let me start of with the overall scenarios which I have had between yesterday and today and in one sentence I would say ; “Life still seems to be in utter Dire Straits as of today and nothing has actually changed” .


As I write this blog, I have not yet brushed my teeth; I could not get up early in the morning and still not touched my books. There are still lots of things to be done. As I am writing this, I have actually talked to three different people and all are heading somewhere in their life which no one knows; One is too ambitious and wants to make it very big and is on the path for the same but needs to understands the ambiguities one faces in life ; one is successful but the negative and positive impacts around him makes him like a weak king, ready to give instructions to his courtiers but, knows that all he can speak to is his own silence and hear back the echoes of those silence; and the third one is an Altruist. This makes me feel that Life is a play, and since I have been away from blogging for a long time, I will try to discuss this play here, and see how it goes!

As my blog says: LIFEPICKLE.blogspot.com

Just before I head into this play and as I write this, I realize that there are certain people whose life I would love to dissect here and ask them ; what have you actual done to your life? There are so many people I have been seeing in my life. I realize that if I end up being the most pessimist guy then I can give example of people who actually are, examples of some of the biggest disasters in the history of mankind, then there are some who actually are being influenced by these disasters to become one of the disaster themselves, and then there are some who are waiting to be those disasters, but some cushions around them are actually saving them from the impact.

Curious Very Curious!

Life as they say is a sheer centre stage of a big play which someone has conspired for you as well as against you. That someone is you yourself. Well you are the director actor and the producers. The characters which I am talking about here are the various people around you somehow trying to make this play a flop or a hit. It all depends how you place these characters in every frame of your life.

So let’s create the plot of the play here

The theme is Life

Characters: You, the Angels, the Villains, the Disasters, the others

Let me try to dissect one of them everyday in this blog as to who are these characters and dissect them in bits and pieces

The Original Hell

Smile and everlasting smile, a smile can bring you near to me..... After the lies, the murderer tends to come near me, the same murderer who murdered the other half of the innocence, and it all seems to be happening in the originality.
What is originality and what is the dream, both are inter linked, yesterday a strange dream of originality came across me, where in it was all about death, about what is heaven and hell. The place where I was thrown into was Hell, Hell because heaven was not a place for me, petrified and terrified as I enter Hell, I understand that unlike the other description of the various mythological studies, this is much different.
It’s the daily world, where in you need to do your daily chores; no one is there beside you. You see people around you but then, all are mere machines programmed to do their work. They don’t age, but they are in their life's most ugly stage of looks, the energy only equivalent to what they have been programmed to do , and can eat what they are supposed to eat, anything good and delicious cannot be digested and you just throw up.
As I try to think, think out of the world when I am there, it seems that some force is trying to make me not think and let me concentrate on what I am doing, and as I break the barrier, the energy drains of my body and I fall to the ground, just like a pulp , only my mind thinking, and the thought of my disparity seems to be lingering , and there suddenly are dead people, working all over me , my pulpy body making stains with their feet , meaningless thinking and absurd mind.
As I feel them walking over me , I understand that there are some feet , which avoid me, and try to look at me with their innocent and pity looks, and there are others who want to pick me but then with their own thinking themselves turn into the pulp and people start trampling them under their heavy boots.
Heavy boots make me realize that whatever , men women or children , all are wearing the same type of boots, though different size, making me realize the different impacts they are making on my lifeless but full of thoughts boy . In shot a meaningless body but a meaningful mind. The meaningful thought strays into the world of deaths, where thousands die everyday lakhs are born, the thought of death is fearful, as I think of dying a meaningless death under this stampede of the death ones.

However as I try to stand after shutting my mind on the thoughts and ambitions, I hear a noise so loud however not so distorted within the audible range where in only I can hear what the noise is all about, I come to this conclusion because rest all seem to be engrossed in their programmable world, and then I go back into the world of dreams all over again and check my watch its 0800 in the morning. Time to dream again into the dream world …