Morning without masala chai

Some movie had this dialogue 'With great power comes great responsibility'. But very often I have seen that super powerful people are usually the ones who duck it. They can make a difference, but they don't. They simply delegate it. They can make things right, but they choose to use the power to chicken out. And not to stand up for those who need it.

Of internet and fights

Ok, I agree that online fights have their own advantages over oral altercations. Internet fights may still make sense when they support/disprove an issue. But its plain rubbish when the fight is out of personal disagreements. The brighter side of it is that you could say whatever you want without fearing the *consequences* and shit. But look at the darker side. Ok here

- You're having a heated argument over whatever little issue. The other person has slandered you enough and the score is loser vs bigger loser : 1-0. Your turn. And just when you're about to press enter, well you get disconnected. Final score: Loser- 1, bigger loser- 0, internet- 1000

- *that orgasmic feeling when you've sent a carefully crafted insult flavoured with abuses you came up with*. That. Well, now obviously you're expecting the other guy to behave in a certain manner. By certain I mean either typing a bigger insult than yours or saying 'hhmmmm......ffuuuuuuuuuuuuucccck you' and going offline. But but but, to your amazement he/she sends 'Hey i gtg, ttyl sweets. Bye gn sd <3 :*'. Its like, none of your actually made an impact. And even if they did, there's no way to know. Sad indeed.

- We all must agree that the disparity bet'n typing speeds do exist. And its highly possible that you might be the slower one. *Loser is typing a message*. After one minute, *Loser is still typing a message*. After 3 minutes, *there's a reason why he's called loser*. Thats it, the other guy's patience has been tested, So while you're typing/ checking for typos and grammatical errors for the 3rd time, the other person sends the message 'what a retard!' and goes offline. Embarrassment could have been averted had it been a verbal argument, no?

- Again, suppose you feel triumphant after typing a 100 word insulting reply. But alas, the feeling is short-lived. Under ordinary circumstances, you expect a longer reply. But all you get is 'Mail me the precis tomorrow.'. Irritating, no?

- Also, the online fight ends the moment the other loser spots a grammatical/spelling error. You're pwnd, live with it.

- Now you're wondering why the person you're fighting with isn't replying back. For the heck of inflating self esteem, you presume that he's got nothing sensible to offer. Well yea, pretty much. But little did you know that your opponent wasn't even paying attention to your messages (author's assumption). That's because you find yourself tagged in a picture as a result of some retarded facebook application. Typical abeyaar moment.

I still remember you

I'm not really into poetry and this is my very first attempt at writing one. Largely based on a friend's poetry. Look mom, I can be emo too!

Remember those parks wherein we used to walk?

Hand in hand, those idle talks?

The grass is still green, had always been

But the flowers of my heart, bloom no more.

Remember the dusk, the setting sun?

Those naughty talks, nonsensical puns?

The evenings are still the same, beautiful as ever

But at the end of the day, I await no sunshine.

Remember those restaurants, wherein loved to eat?

Amidst the crowd, listening to each others heart beats?

They still serve the same dishes, savory as ever

The plates may be full, but my heart remains empty.

Remember those phone calls, late night texts?

And the half asleep me, talking completely out of context?

The phone still rings, inbox still floods

But the reason to smile at my phone, exists no more.

I met you today, glances exchanged

The longing in the eyes, still unchanged.

My brain asks me to move on, heart tells to stand still

And how I realised, without missing you, I remain incomplete.