Language of the Understandables

The better lot of the world
as they call themselves
speak in a language
we ought to learn

Inexplicable! It's difficult
to begin with, you're in a different world

But hold it on
get the act together
damn! let them know
somethings change. the others are yours.

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Shelf of unread books

'Where to mister?" she yelled at me from a distance, loud enough for everyone to notice. "Hey, I'm not some kind of a thief, just looking around, grabbing a book to read. That's what they're meant for, right?" "Yea, if you pay for it!" "Of course, here." I paid for the stack of papers bound together in knots of tiny rounds, filled with words that were about to change my life. As I walked home, I was beaming with a sense of refreshment. I hadn't read a book in months, and calling myself an avid reader wasn't true anymore. It was a cold Saturday afternoon, and I was dreaming about a warm coffee in my balcony with my book. However, my footsteps had a different afternoon planned for me. "No, sir. Dalal Street is where I want to go. Could you help me?" I heard an unfamiliar accent from the corner of the street. "Seedha rasta hai" "What?" "It's straight from this turn, approximat...

Post-it

Waking up to the sounds of nature, She did all she could to avoid her start to the day. The routine wasn't hers to follow, so God help those who wanted to help her. With a bag full of munchies and a bouncy walk with the blaring music in her ears, she walked to her regular book store - one that was not ruined by the virtues of modern technologies. In the pile of her books, behind her glasses, she felt like a princess in her own right. Owning the world of words. Conquering all thoughts. Riding her horse of imagination. "This one is tricky", she heard a voice which almost felt like it came from within. "I can't seem to decide what book I want read. They all either equally good, or well, equally bad." Slowly rising from the top rim of the book, her eyes tried to make sense of what her ears just caught. "Sir, what genre of books do you read?", asked the furious sales woman behind the counter. She was obviously not happy with this confused customer who...

Arch-Nemesis

People amaze me. It's fun being around something that can move, talk to you, respond in a way you could not expected the least. Things that can love you, care for you, hurt you. Things that can feel, think, and plan. An overused and abused word, plan. Things that are helpful yet selfish. Happy yet sad. Playful, and evil. Clarification. I am amazed by people. With some deep seeded curiosity, to know how it would be it I weren't me. What would I do if life wasn't the way I saw it everyday, right from the moment I wake up to the time I batted by eyes last in the night. If my friends, weren't my friends, but could be acquaintances, or even enemies (not that I endorse this word!) With this new thought, I walk up to every person I know and talk to them like we would in a parallel world, another dimension, where my acquaintance would cheer up at the sight of me, and applaud my great doings! It felt good, good different. Almost unreal. At one point I felt that I may hav...

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