The Words I Would Say

An odd title, and certainly something imagined and mentioned in pretty intense conversations, but hardly an experience. An experience out of the ordinary - one you or I would never trade for anything. It’s not about great dates (you've had your fair share of those). It certainly goes beyond feeling giddy after spending time with that special someone, rather, it encompasses those and so much more in between. But that’s just my opinion of what the perfect date should be. I know you have yours stuck somewhere in your imagination, bringing smiles to your face every time it is brought to working memory. But I too have an idea of the perfect date; a picture I’d love to paint if you’d let me.                 My idea of a perfect date? I don’t know. I've never been on a date, and personally, I’d hate for my wild imagination to create even more fantasies and expectations than I already have. But it’s so hard to ignore....

       The saying “walls have ears” sets us humans on a chain of ascribing human-like features to non-human entities. Not just for the fun of deciphering the implications of the statement, but more to express ideas in seemingly perfect ways. Walls have ears implies that they have known very dark and deep secrets over thousands of years. And when the truth hurts us, and we lurk behind the shadows of secrets in existence and correlation, we sometimes wish walls could talk. Because they know. In the same spirit, I wish I could unravel the mystery of the eyes, complex as it is. I have seen things, I have perceived, I have understood. Most times not inadvertent as I have control of what I choose to see and what not to. But what about the flowers in the field, and the shoes on our feet? They've seen things, they've perceived, and they've understood, but unlike me, cannot choose what they see. Sometimes I wish I was flowers and shoes, sometimes I wish I was flowers and sho...

         Words. No one likes them better than I do. They fill the void of every writer, and try to express the ideas he has bottled up inside. They are sort of the proof of knowledge we have, isn’t it? I find being able to wield them a great privilege and a much welcomed burden. But as a tool for expressing emotions, I just find them inadequate, even in all their power. It’s the closest I feel to the person who says “Words cannot describe…” and is really torn up inside, hoping that his feelings and emotions, worries and cares, are understood as they are. But in the end, they are hardly ever understood, or felt the way they are. So we make do with words. We make do with them, hoping that somehow most, if not all, our emotions are conveyed by them. I love words. I love how they try. I love how they work and rework themselves till somehow, a picture is painted; a picture which once seen by another, stir up the same emotions which we felt with ...

‘One day’ always presents the twist in the story, doesn’t it? Always comes just before the point when things are just about to turn around. It never gets old for many an avid reader, because it is an interest-arousing prefix. Its announcement makes the human mind wonder what could be next, what was about to go down, what was about to be recorded that bore witness of the change in the wind. But more interestingly, and most importantly, it isn’t a word that is said just when things are about to turn around, but even when there is the hope that they are eventually going to. I feel it comes from the deepest parts of a man’s ambitions, aspirations, desires, hopes, frustrations, depressions, and in his moments of solitude, paranoia, and sobriety when he says, “One day…” And the moment he says it, nothing else matters. Nothing but the next few words that follow, which carry in them the weight of his emotions. The words in which all that he believes in and all that he has lived for burst in...

    There he was, flowers in his hands, a glow in his heart, warmth he couldn’t explain, a determination to create something from the little his hands could find for the last couple of years, and a hope that fate would smile on him just this once. He wondered how he would voice his thoughts, what words he would say that could sum up the last two years, how he would speak the words, and how he could string them to predict the next fifty years. It was too late to think! He had watched that scenario in his mind’s eye, and had practiced like the child he knew he could sometimes be. This was it. He had it all planned out… he would be on one knee while she stood elegant and beautiful as always, he would carry with him the ring that best tries to paint her beauty and wrap it with all the love and care his heart had to offer. The moon would be somewhere above her head playing the strings of his heart in a romantic tune. He figured she didn’t have to do anything. Just to ...

        Weird title right? If you are familiar with this blog, then you might have seen your fair share of weird titles… but if you’re new, then welcome to a blog dedicated to stirring up change in the hearts of as many people that are willing to give it a chance; for as many people that are tired of the status quo. Trust me, you’re gonna be seeing a few more weird titles in the future. I once heard a statement that kept me thinking for months. “People can only change by fifteen percent no matter how much they try”. I heard that statement from a movie, which is why I didn’t want to believe it at first, but after giving it much thought, I began to see the logic in it. Being an avid supporter of Real Madrid and of Cristiano Ronaldo, I began to imagine giving that part of my life up for someone I cared about. I imagined that I could, but only for as long as it was mutual. As far as I was concerned, I would run back to the flat screen the second I beg...