CRAZY IS AS CRAZY GETS!

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Every average arsehole walking down the streets, is as crazy as I am. When craziness strikes, it strikes really harder, than you’d have ever imagined.

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Actually, it’s nothing to be in awe about. Everyone is crazy, that’s for sure. I’m just one of those ‘few’ people who chooses to admit it!

Nobody today is normal. Everybody, is more or less off balance – people with minds which are running haywire, all the time. Their perceptions of the world – partial, unreal and fucking incomplete. Eaten alive by their egos.

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They think, they see, but they are mistaken; all they do, is project their madness, their world, upon the real one. There ain’t any clarity, nor wisdom in that.

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Sometimes, you just have to close your eyes, count to ten, take a deep breath – to remind yourself that you wouldn’t look good in prison stripes, so that you can just smile at those dumb-asses and walk away.

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@rajathkrajeev | Rajath K. Rajeev ©

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DO YOU JUSTIFY?

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Rape is not just a woman’s issue. It’s also about men who stop behaving like human beings, and start behaving like animals. If someone started telling stories about how our genders were controlled by our genitalia and sexual arousal turns us into raping-automatons, I would definitely be outraged over that statement. I would try to explain, in  very small, very loud words that – ‘I am a person and I can goddamn control myself!’

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It’s not a blame game that’s going on here. All men aren’t roller coasters, or werewolves. They aren’t just walking penises. They, like all the rest, are people. They make decisions. So, let’s cut the crap and stop talking about – ‘he couldn’t stop himself’ and let’s start talking why – ‘he decided not to stop’.

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Rape is the only crime, where a victim becomes the accused. Similar to a murder, rape is a reprehensible act that leaves a body defiled. Hurt and helpless. But the victims aren’t like the murdered ones – they live and relive the event. Worse yet, they can never leave the scene of the crime. Because, it’s on repeat, inside their heads.

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@rajathkrajeev | Rajath K. Rajeev ©

CIGARETTES AND RIDDLES

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This morning’s pack of smoke, makes yesterday seem – a bit too distant!

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As the day brings in a mind unruffled by the vagaries of fortune, from sorrow freed, from defilements cleansed, from fear liberated – that’d be the greatest feeling. But, like all things, and like all people, this too shall evidently pass.

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So, ardently do today, what must be done.

Who knows? What if tomorrow, death comes?

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@rajathkrajeev | Rajath K. Rajeev ©

TO PEE OR NOT TO PEE?

“Have you ever peed, and then you feel like you still have something left to pee, after you already peed; But now you can’t pee, because you just peed?”

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That’s the thought that keeps me lying in the bed, in the middle of the night, trying to decide if it’s worth the while – to get up and go pee out the rest of it, or to hold the rest, until next morning.

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Type that out! Go out to the bathroom, sit down like it’s the last time you’re going to sit down and pee all the way into serendipity. Because,

“To pee or not to, there is really no question!”

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@rajathkrajeev | Rajath K. Rajeev ©

PICK A SIDE, WILL YA?

Deep down, in here, I have always felt that I’ve to have the crozier of choice, to take a stand. Obviously, there’s always going to be someone within reach, who’d hate me for standing there. I indeed have always felt to open up to that true face. Through my mind, I can understand what it’d be like to be offended, by someone, somewhere.

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Sometimes we wish for the things we really don’t need to, but yearn for. But, that’s why most of the times these go wrong. Unlike waiting for the right moment, we tend to jump straight in. Leaving the instruction manuals behind in the groove of your car. Let’s just feel free, give ourselves a chance to find the balance. To be strong enough to stand alone, and be ourselves enough to stand apart. And to be wise enough to stand together, when it’s the only option left.

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When it comes to taking stands, we always end up having to, because if we don’t, we’re not humans. And since we are, we’re not a scarecrow, sitting on the fence. I don’t sit on the fence. You don’t too, I believe. So come pick sides!

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@rajathkrajeev | Rajath K. Rajeev ©

THE BEST IS YET TO COME!

When the world yells at you, ‘GIVE UP!’; Hope pleads one last time, and every other last time. It whispers, ‘One more time!’

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Of course, the beginnings are the scariest. Endings are more or less sad. But, of all the things that should matter, it’s what’s happening in the middle of the ground that counts. So, all I ask you to do – is to find yourself amidst all these chaos, brush off the dirt on your shoulder, and to stand head held high! Just this once, give the ray of hope, the halo of truth floating around you, a chance to float up.

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That’s when it surely will! Because, to-morrows’ are always fresh. With no mistakes in them, yet. I must say, one thing. I was always right in hoping. And I will always be right to hope, in times yet to come. As long as I live, and a tad bit longer than that. Because, as you know, hope always dies last.

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Just when you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot into it, and hang in there.

The best is yet to come!

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@rajathkrajeev | Rajath K. Rajeev ©

SANDS OF TIME.

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Sand is overrated. It’s just tiny little rocks. Don’t you think?

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We can never turn back the pages of time, though we may wish to relive a happy moment, or say goodbye just one last time. We never can, because the sands of time continue to fall and we cannot turn the hourglass over.

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While it is well enough to leave footprints on the sands of time, it is even more important to make sure they point in a commendable direction.

You can’t leave footprints in the sand if you are sitting on your butt… and who wants to leave butt-prints in the sands of time?

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Well, then! I’ll go die, right now.

Sooner than other people, obviously (’cause only the good die young’, right?) But everybody knows that life isn’t worth living. And when it came down to it, I wasn’t unaware of the fact that it doesn’t matter very much whether you die at 30 or at 70 – since, in either case, other men and women will naturally go on living, for thousands of years even. Nothing was plainer, in fact. It was still only me who was dying, whether it was now or in twenty years’ time.

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@rajathkrajeev | Rajath K. Rajeev ©

FUCKING FRAGILE!

Life is apparently so important. Then, how could it be so fucking fragile, at the same time?

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“It’s a fragile thing,

This dust on our wings –

That gives us the power to fly.

 

It’s a fragile thing,

The life that we live –

That gives us the power to die.”

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I’m afraid of how fragile, short, heartbreaking and of course – beautiful – life is. And I’m exhausted from seeing the universe in every single atom. I can’t bear the thought of living forever, yet I can’t quite accept the the idea of soon being dead. I’m stuck between the illness and the cure, between bittersweet memories of yesterday and lucid dreams of tomorrow.

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@rajathkrajeev | Rajath K. Rajeev ©

LEAP OF FAITH?

You know that feeling you get sometimes, when you are standing in a high place?

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That sudden urge to jump. I do feel that urge to jump off a bridge, but there are times I have wanted to jump out of my life, out of my skin. But, I don’t know what stops me from taking such a feat. The day, isn’t perfect for such a sight, right? I suppose!

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As for the moment, it’s pleasant to be out on a balcony in the open air and, for a moment, to forget that room where the scent of flowers, the chatter, and the music were making your head churn. A summer night, so soft and still that you think you’re in, for anything that’s going to be thrown at you.

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@rajathkrajeev | Rajath K. Rajeev ©

WHAT’S AFTER LIFE?

I don’t believe in an afterlife, so I don’t have to spend the rest of my life fearing the constructs of hell, or fearing the probability of heaven, even more. For whatever the tortures of hell, stand for, I think, the boredom of heaven would be even worse.

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The chief problem about death, incidentally is the fear that there may be no afterlife – a depressing thought, particularly for those who bothered to shave. Also there is fear that there is an afterlife but no one will know where it’s being held. On the plus side, death is one of the few things that can be done as easily as laying down. As for me, believing in the afterlife seems to have more to do with the egos of the living than the concerns about the dead.

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Moreover.. when this is over, it’s over. That you don’t look down from heaven and wait for your loved ones to join you or look up from hell, wishing that your enemies wouldn’t join you.. Your molecules just continue and in due time become something else. Even if it did, it would be hell-of-a-ride down the abyss.

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When life is anyway cruel. Why should the afterlife be any different?

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@rajathkrajeev | Rajath K. Rajeev ©