Sorry

Sorry seems to be a very common word when you are trying to score with the opposite sex. You both keep on saying sorry for the tiniest things, like being a minute late. But these eventually become the habits and the attraction of your heart gets used to it.

Sorry seems to be the easiest word when you want to kiss and make up. However the word sorry never comes up before the fight and the break up.

Sorry seems to be the best solution to get away with something. If you want to feel special with your friends, family or lover, sorry seems to be a magic. You say sorry and suddenly you become very vulnerable and innocent.

Sorry seems to be the lamest word ever because it encourages everyone to make more mistakes. It gives you a solution, a cover up and a get away car.

Mostly, in my dictionary sorry solves everything but it also destroys everything. Why do you want to forgive the person who almost killed you? Why do you want to forgive the person who almost raped you? Why do you want to forgive the person who destroyed your dreams? However, I saying the above am the biggest joke on this planet. Because there is no single human being that I haven’t forgiven. There is no single day that I look back and cry. However, I personally believe I love peace too much that I have forgiven the worst kind of human on this planet – rapists, pedophiles, perverts and alcoholics. And therefore, I question myself today, is it worth saying sorry to anyone at all when they can’t be faithful to you. And I boldly ask again, is it worth accepting the apology of people when they can’t be faithful to you.

All in a Bad Day

Act opposite; you act like you are doing things exactly the contradictory as you are actually doing it. When human being acts they are innocent when they are actually guilty. When parents act they do not care, when they actually care. When lovers try to deny, when they actually love.

Blah blah blah; you talk like an angel for hours and hours, sometimes it makes me day dream. Talk less, act more. Or perhaps actions speak louder than words. When you talk, when you really need to pee. When you talk, when you really need to get going. When you talk, when you really need to explain. The blah blah blahs still doesn’t explain, clarify or justify when you need to.

Flirt with me; you need not wink me in return of my address. I respect you. When you keep touching me inappropriately and when I still salute you. When you keep on calling me in the middle of the night and when I still keep answering. When you lie down next to me and when I still fall asleep peacefully.

Warm weather; its bloody warm to sleep or to get out. It’s too warm for beach or for shopping. It’s damn warm for coffee or for red bull. Its intolerably warm for too much clothe or too much skin.

Slave people; the small things you do that make us all feel like slaves…Aaaargh. No human being bows for another human being. So don’t expect me to be your slave…at least not for long.

No coffee; an empty coffee can not only doesn’t wake me but also makes me moody. No coffee would make me see you as a devil. No coffee will make me see a check as a cross. No coffee will make me see a bright blue sky in grey.

Regular glances; dozes that makes my day, you absence makes me miss the excitement of the day. The feel of youth, makes my day sunny. The feel of love, makes my day hopeful. The feel of fresh air makes my day healthy.

Politics; he said she said bullshit. I hate the million different faces you put on at million different times. I hate the yes that turn out to be no. I hate how blue can be seen as yellow and how yellow turns out to be blue at times. I hate the fact he lies, she lies and you deny the truth.

You; the denial

The day rise and shine!

Its you on my door,

With warmth and pleasure

You are not my friend

The day goes crazy,

Its you to my rescue,

With a care package

You are not my guardian

The day darkens with rain

Its you in my shelter

With a black umbrella

You are not my survival

The day lingers for sun

Its you who lights me

With a glow that’s invisible

You are not my love

The night spares room

Its you who fill in

With fun and laughter

You are not my amusement

The night awaits the opposite

Its you who always nudge

With more expectations

You are absence to me

The life that lays on principles

Its you who completes it

In full and perfection

You are everything to me

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Minority for the Betterment!

Lately, I have been very much discouraged with the future of my nation but never hopeless. Like most civilians in this nation, I believe that I am too tiny to be heard and to resolve few things but I strive for it every single day. Like most old fashioned girls, I believe I got to take care of my parents and family, as they had brought me up to be the person I am today but never give up on my dreams of independency. Therefore, it pretty much leads me no choice but to pattern my life in this nation where the good old fashioned prospect is narrowing its root for reality.

I live around different people with different perspective. I have learnt to respect that. I read a lot; of course not novels but articles like this from different youths. And this increases the tension within my worries. Now I sound like a grandma, don’t I?
If you look around you, if you feel you don’t fit in, I salute you because deep down I know, you and I are better off than this society. Taking a spin on the life of our society today, I need to hide myself behind my shades at most times.

It is so acceptable today, for us to grab a drink and laugh at the one who ensured that it was alcohol free. I feel bad, where is the concept of hiding your guilt, shame and sin and not be proud to be a sinner?

It is a well known fashion today, for us to wear nothing but a mini see-through dress and joke at the colleague who thought that I mistakenly wore a bright red bra underneath. I feel bad, where is the respect to your society, and the reserved feminine species concept that we all grew up in?

It is so tolerable today, for public newspapers to advertise scientology and public bloggers to support atheist drift. I feel bad, imagining the tears that must be shedding down the cheeks of our beloved ancestors and parents and the thought of loosing it all with a weaker foundation.

It is allowable today, for girls to stand in the same row as boys and be as loud and dirty as they are. I feel bad, where is the beauty of feminism that every potential man had longed for? Where is the legacy we saw as we grew up?

It is suitable today, for youths to earn minimum and expect the highest. I feel bad, where is the love for the nation, community, effortful sweats that are priceless? Where is the hype that we all scream for at the end of implementation or victory?

It is so normal today, for us to be hopeless and believe in the negativity. I feel bad, where is the concept of “what you can do to the nation”, where my voice would be so much louder with you all beside me to scream out loud?

It is ordinary today, for me to date you even when you have been seeing her for the last 5 years with exclusivity. I feel bad, where is the idea of being loyal, faithful and true and why are you cracking up on this? Why is it such a big joke to be in a descent relationship?

Seeing the true image of our lives, I wish to go low profile, where I can wake up, work, go home and manage myself. I don’t want to be the one who can do everything. I don’t want to be the one who can manage my life with my income. I don’t want to be the one who is so enthusiastic about studying a certificate course even when I have an MBA. I don’t want to be the one who takes really good care of my loving parents. I don’t want to be the one who will always love my loving brother and sister in law despite anything. I don’t want to be the one who is hyped about hosting a national flag in my balcony. Mostly, I don’t want to do any of the above simply because the public view, especially the youth’s view is a big humiliation and joke to me. Luckily, I have the courage to tell you all, I don’t give a shit. Fortunately, I am brought up to a stronger foot where I believe in the good and the bad.

So, let alone the public jokes about people like you and me, we are truly much better than a social view. Let the minority stand for the betterment!