My Ramblings

I have always felt whenever I am confused, I write. I start and words seem to fall into place more like helping me out, providing me with some kind of direction that may be what I need at the time. But today was not all that same. I was caught in the web of something which even I wasn't confident about saying were my own thoughts. I was surrounded. I was hearing echoes but couldn't differentiate between the original sources. Where was my mind loitering? I already had a long walk with people discussing   Aam Aadmi Party   earlier today bickering about whether or not it was going to come to power. And if it is not, us Indians are solely responsible for our own dooms as in it was some clandestine fact, kept hidden for ages. Talks like these are surely one of those few times when I just cave to people’s referendum guess I always tend to lose my interest as soon as it ends with 'it should have happened this way and not the way it did'. Because frankly,...

Hypocrisy you call it! Why did I feel I cracked it? I was never amused about it. He didn’t even bother to hide it or obscure it from me. Every time I tried every time I felt myself digging deep inside the bucket-full of hypocrisies. It is hard to accept that the world just comes with hypocrisy tucked right inside its belly, so no matter how wonderful it is on its exterior; it is always going to be squalid from inside. The word itself has got a ring of deception to it. But then again, I make fool of myself. I feel like I trifled my inner voice who always wanted to save me from the ordeal in the offing.  Was this too another illusion or I could actually have something to put my trust in once I was over my puerile reverie. All the time I thought I had seen the hypocrisy right through you. My mind then elucidated that all the time I didn’t, I had let myself get be fooled by you. “Is it right?”, I asked him. But there was nothing that he could have said that his not saying at t...