From M-word to M-ward

In an ideal setting, you won't have to get married to anyone. But we don't live in an ideal world so the least we can do is be as practical as possible about stuff that are sentimental in nature. If you love someone, ask yourself some tough questions. Is it really love? Are you capable of distinguishing between attraction and love? [Attraction is what bee feels for flowers while love is what sun feels for flowers. Attraction may or may not nourish while love nourishes as well as destroys.] Why do you want to marry her? A bill of permanence maybe? What is it that would change if wedding takes place tomorrow? Anything at all? Will you start taking her for granted once you stroll around agni seven times? What are you scared of? A worthless paper? Isn't wedding something of a formality to appease the society and to stop the bureaucracy from breathing down your necks? Do you want kids? One is enough? Can't you have one out of wedlock? No? OK. Just asking. 

There are many more questions which i'm not aware of. 

Try to find them and answer them before you take the plunge (hopefully not into agni).

Do poems grow on poetry?

They say poetry is dying when the greater truth is poets are alive but not really kicking. They don’t want to succeed anymore. The desire to make one’s presence felt has diminished and that is indeed worrying. One doesn’t have to be a literary eagle to observe it happening not only in the offline world (where poets are an endangered breed anyway) but also the online one (where poets are few as usual but more pretentious than required). This imbalance hasn’t helped the case because poetry as a sustainable art form has morphed into a pitiable myth. If only more poets with good poetry to back them up exhibited a strong stronger reaction to mediocrity. Remember when a Nobel laureate went on to appreciate Eminem’s body of work saying that the white rapper is doing a great service to poetry? This was last decade and i thought both were kidding. Turns out they weren’t because they knew what was needed to keep an art form from dying. The people and the poems should rhyme. If that doesn’t happen, then what’s the point? Gulzarsaab has written some of the most beautiful poems ever but chances are you might not have read them. You know why? They were published and not converted into songs. Hard luck, yes. It’s not like poems can’t survive without music but we are at a point of era where we are least interested in the ones who give us words. We don’t wish to know how an emotion can marry metaphor and leave happily ever after. We’ve reached a point where people attend reading sessions but are evidently afraid to read out loud their poems. In such a damp scenario, the real slim shady stands out for his courageous self-pity and bitching semi-originality.