Let's

• Let's build a promising past. 
• Let's give breakup a break. 
• Let's face it. Each one of us here is narcissistic.
• Let's fall apart or get lost. Together.
• Let's not be each other's dirty secret.
• Let's not be cool about global warming.
• Let's not think too much. They're never going to call us thinkers.
• Let's assume that there is a song for all types of voices. 
• Let's spare a moment FOR silence.
• Let's hope trying never goes out of fashion.
• Let's face it. We're never going to receive our imaginary dues.
• Let's stop assuming that we're saving the world.
• Let's hack your heart and change its password. 
• Let's wait for nonsense to prevail.
• Let's be dead silly.
• Let's bare our soul. It deserves a better clothing than our body.
• Let's say whatever we like but it doesn't change the fact that we don't know much.
• Let's not get over-emotional about stuff meant for laughing.
• Let's deal with the first resort now. Last resort can wait.
• Let's take a moment to reflect on how time works while we don't.
• Let's pray an idea changes your life the way it changed Abhishek's.
• Let's hope our death doesn't create a scene the way our life did.
• Let's not ruin our relationship by meeting.  
• Let's not put the i in marred and get married. 
• Let's hope climate change never gets a religious angle.
• Let's try to do something less useless with our lives.
• Let's hate all religions equally.
• Let's just say we didn't turn out the way life pictured us.
• Let's go visit a place that would be worth the homesickness.
• Let's hope the stuff that fuels your passion is NOT petrol. 
• Let's touch each others' souls later—bodies first.
• Let's stop arguing for arguments' sake.
• Let's not complicate love by trying to understand it.
• Let's call a spade an out-of-fashion weapon.
• Let's create a better world to die in.

#PassWhale

Far out in the ocean, there was this whale lonely enough to keep swimming. He neither knew where he was heading towards nor preferred to know. So his daily existence was best summed up by the waves he encountered and the coterie of little fish who hanged on to his skin for survival. He didn't mind them—who doesn't like a bit of silent company? After all, he too hanged on to the water hoping not to sink anytime soon. In this manner, life went on for a long while. Unlike other creatures in his vicinity, he appeared content with his wet solitude. There was nothing to seek now or miss later. 

This status quo was about to change. 

Our dear whale, for the first time in his dramaless lifetime, came upon an island right in the middle of the ocean. An island so calm and pristine that he couldn't believe his senses. He had heard rumours of land but this was the first time his tiny eyes actually saw a piece of it. What enchanted him more was the way the island behaved in the strongest of gale or the harshest of sun. It had little to say but so much to share. Hardly anything seemed to disturb its composure. There was an unmistakable halo of green prosperity. Too true to be false. As expected, there was a desire to touch it but he drew better plans. Having found home, he kept encircling the island. Don't know why but for a change, he knew where he was going.

Stainless, shining armour

Many a times, a guy watches way too many action-packed movies only to turn into someone who believes that a damsel is always in distress and needs to be saved anyhow. So he gets to work by either using his words or actions to prove his worth. In the back of his head, he's doing what needs to be done. Without his knowledge, he has become gallingly patronising. However, for some messed up reason, he thinks that's the ultimate parameter of being. For all his noble intentions, the poor man is mistaken. In the grand scheme of things, his foibles account for nothing more than offbeat chauvinism. The damsel is neither in distress nor desires to be saved. She's just confused as she wants something else. More often than not, she doesn't know what. And that's where the reel needs to be pulled. 

Good luck.

Post-marital economics

Did you know that divorces help an economy grow? Neither did i until last week before I stumbled upon an article co-relating the two human aspects. Turns out when a couple decides to leave each other for good, it isn’t entirely bad for the economy. The reason is pretty stark: When two individuals stay together, household budget tends to shrink as savings are in. However, when they go their separate ways, they spend more thus contributing to the fiscal machinery. The term ‘divorce’ itself gets associated with Western culture since it’s generally accepted—with no research to back it—that Westerners divorce as easily as they get married. What one can also state here is the fact that they don’t tolerate bad marriages as earnestly as we Indians do. But that’s seldom the popular perception among us. Going back to the economy, wouldn’t it be convenient to postulate that Western economies thrive because there are relatively more annulments happening in those countries? Well, this thought could have held ground if Cuba wasn’t in the West and had the highest divorce rate in the world with three out of four couples opting for court instead of counselors. And it’s a no-brainer that the Communist country—despite world-class medical care (including free penile enlargement surgeries)—ain’t really an paradise for economics, Michael Moore notwithstanding.

Passing judgements

Since local trains are an integral part of my mundane existence, i come across several young unmarried couples every other day. Some of them look cute while others are mere wannabes heavily influenced by Bollywood chartbusters. I try not to get caught glancing but it's well nigh impossible to ignore two individuals with an aura of genuine comfort between them and that too in a reasonably crowded moving vehicle. Needless to add, i slyly check out their faces because more often than not, they indicate disasters that might unfold in the near future. One can make out that the guy just wants to get laid whereas the girl is bound to end up with a broken heart. In many cases, the girl looks like somebody who'd make sure he ditches the very first woman of his life. And in others, the guy is as good an asshole as she's a bitch. Perfect. If only all matches were like that. Of course, these are my observations. Having said that, seldom do i come across a couple who make me proud of my eyesight. That piece of joy, as of now, lies with those elderly couples holding hands to help each other with their steps. From what i can deduce from these sorry developments is that i should mind my own business and work on my imaginary love life.

Time please!

In about a week's time, two months of 2014 would have lapsed. Just like that. Time indeed appears to travel really fast. But there's one major glitch here: It doesn't. Unless and until you're one of those who don't have a grasp of where their life is heading. In other word, adults. If you ask little kids (well, i did), none of them confirmed this time-on-steroids theory. To them, usual is how everything appeared. Nothing too fast. Nothing too slow. No time for nostalgia. No hurry to grow. 

Conclusion: Like time, grown-ups are cursed to pass away as soon as possible. Unlike time, they seldom do.

Business as usual

There was this forest where a bird sang. No living being ever stopped to listen to its talent but it didn't care. Perhaps it didn't know what else to do with its voice. One afternoon, the sun was right over its head leaving our bird dizzy. Regardless, it kept singing. Too late. Suddenly, it dropped dead from the branch above. As usual, nobody cared. Except the air who felt envious of the soil below.