Disasters strike when they're least expected. Forget the bigger ones, but every time we fail, are mocked, cursed or casted off, it's a disaster. These Lilliputian disasters contribute to our sapience. That said, below lies one such episode.

one bitter pill

Whoosh! As the wind of sudden outrage went past me

Thud! In a flash, I went down on my knee

Trying real hard to be able to understand

While staring down at the phone in my hand

Beep! What did just happen here?

Plop! So there went my first tear

And my head kept pounding with rage

Every second seeming to be an age

Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock! Who? Who was it?

Shaking all over, I couldn’t sleep, walk or just sit

Hush! All I could hear was the cicadas sing

And there I was, giving my head a wring

So somebody just got all stoned and boozed up

Hanging in there only to pour the tirade in my cup

Well, he did bark out loud proving his vanity

Putting a big question on his air and sanity

But I had my own people to stick up for me

Who’d just roar and he’d forget how to pee

The sun rose, and I had figured it out

The same old school-devil he was, no doubt

Well, it was wee tough to swallow

That he was still such a wretch and hollow

Never could survive with all the “thumbs-down”

“The Black Sheep” contest? He’d have won the crown

It was my turn, I figured, to end his bliss

Tipping him with no way to wriggle out of this
I wasn’t really calculating how to beat him up to death

But I surely wanted him to know how good was my Math

That if he could only just learn to stay away from me

I’d see to it that he’s bailed out of this for free
And that if he again lurks around somewhere near

He’d then go ‘boohoo’ and nobody would hear

The ‘sorry’ he gave me doesn’t mean a thing

I’m better off without it, ding dong ding

Forgotten all about the episode, have I?

Wouldn’t say nope, because that’d be a lie

But I sure now know what needs to be done

Gulping it down the throat such that there remains none
Oh my! I remember taking one bitter pill

And how I hated the thing and I always will.

We keep counting the times when we've had to grit our teeth someday, somewhere. This is all about making those old one-twos worth carrying out.

The Old One-Twos

Talking about the bummers, the letdowns and all the frustration, oh well, what else to say than the fact that we go through these every single day. Life is full of these and it makes sure that the box is never empty. One day without chocolates or our phones won’t be a problem, but one day without a setback, however small it may be, can’t be counted as one fine day. Life seems to promise many things, but one promise that is held without a day-off is firing away all the drags towards us. Such ‘not wanted’ guests these are! But suddenly now, I want to have them all coming for me. And I want to turn out to be the best host for these ‘petty’ visitors. Because now I know, if anything can make it happen, if anything can make it better, it’d be my hold-backs, those old one-twos. Being a writer and having this blog, I actually now get the picture of what these editorials, rhymes and opinions would be without ‘them’. A pen, a paper or a lapbook matter a great deal to someone who loves to scribble and share. But all of this doesn’t really matter if you do not have the urge to pour out all the frustration burning your head. When we say, ‘Yeah let’s just move on’, or, ‘Unh, forget it’, we actually never do the same. Rather we only think and re-think about the situation. But all the time chanting the golden words, “Be Positive”, wouldn’t really help if you won’t stop giving a damn about your failures or worries. Instead, learn to take them out. Now everybody has a different sense of doing things. But if you’re calculating on how to bring on all those brawls and fights back to life, check. That won’t help either. A little more thoughtful and pragmatic idea is all that we need. And I won’t say writing is the perfect thing you got here, but it is no less. Given up? Confused? Teary? Run (I do). Smash the doors (Anger, I tell you!). Lock ‘em up. Open up the slate and then open up yourself. Even if you don’t write something sensible, the break-down will all be gone. The burden on your head and heart, you’ll see, will now have shifted onto to the paper or the Word Pad. And you don’t really have to be a writer to do this. All you need to be is determined to let it go. Let it go without having to say ‘Damn this universe’, or, ‘I don’t care’, or, ‘Okay, whatever’. Sigh. Only if you’d stop smirking and puffing that negative smoke surrounding you, you’d catch up soon and start nodding.
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