Witness my solitude

When you do something scary or stressful — bungee jumping, public speaking, etc. — do you prefer to be surrounded by friends or by strangers? Why?

I love my freedom. It helps me pursue the things I want with optimal stress. I try not to maximize it by getting into silly arguments with people who want me to back out of things I’m already committed to do. Let’s face it, there’s very little someone can do if you know what you want to. That means I like doings certain things alone.

Never had an experience with bungee jumping till date. But it does make sense to have people around. We want to bask in the glory of our success. Wouldn’t be a jump if there’s no selfie in this narcissistic world now, would it? It is also comforting to have people around if you fail. A jump that high… are you kidding me? You are a goner if things go south (unintended pun intended).

About that public speaking bit… It doesn’t make sense to have a public speaking encounter alone. It’s supposed to be public, man. get a grip. You have to ensure that people witness you. Especially, in case of public speaking. It’s their absence that should alarm you. So yeah, witness me witness you witness me.

That went a bit more positive than anticipated. I don’t want that. Let’s try something new…. Look, at the end of the day, we are all going to be alone. This tedious walk we are taking on this rock will last however long it may. That’s pretty uncertain. But what’s certain is the fact that in the end, we all die alone. Be it surrounded with witnesses around a bed or while bungee jumping or when you are walking alone in the rain. it’s just a fact.

On that note, good morning to the people who woke up. And sweet dreams to people who are about to go to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow.

genius

ordinary person with
extraordinary talent

or extraordinary person
with ordinary?

maybe just
ordinary with ordinary.

it’s just the world
stupid, cowardly world

deeming anything worthy
of applaud. deserved or otherwise

our insecurities
lazy, uninspired lives

makes easy to label
spectacular

what otherwise is
easy. if tried

he speaks 3 languages
hey, you can too

no. i can’t. only
a genius can

mediocrity is the new
exceptional

the learned are the new
foolish

wit

something to hold on to
in this nefarious world
wit or humor; just one?

yes. wit
oh. the stupidity this rock
incurs

for every tangent thought
the way every soul
whimpers

the bubbling rage
hate
no reason

peculiar cries
unwarranted
all season

no

humor, then
oh. the death
destruction

heh. killing virus
with such
affection

so it works then
dark
it may be

why would anyone then
choose
brains over glee

illusion of life

gloom struck morning
cold. harsh, biting
i’m invisible to you

deep, hollow sorrow
might last even tomorrow
you want it to go

empty street
none to greet
you don’t know what to do

just look up at the sky
dark clouds passing by
do you see me now?

there i am
to make you feel better
behind every cloud

now you see me.
you looked sad before
now you don’t

wormhole

friends all over the world

successful, significant

working a dream

job, satisfied and justified

the work

that went in

skyping, texting

every year

happy birthday

dear

and on it goes, the wait

365 days more

for another 3 words

i wish i could

turn back time

talk about the school

parties, month in advance

drop by your homes

just to say hi, and

stay. long.

conspire against teachers

bear the burnt

snickering.

be unabashed

without care or

regret.

be kids one more

time.