The perfect man.

This blog is a request from a reader who wishes to know the definition of “the perfect man.” To be honest, there’s nothing perfect in the world and there can never be a perfectionist who is born as a talented all rounder, has the most handsome face and is the most humble individual. Flaws exist but how we overcome them is what makes us perfect. But since writers must have a prospective, i’ll sought out the definition of a perfect man today with this judgemental blog.

A man who is a 10 on 10 must have the following qualities to fit into my dictionary of being perfect.

1) A GOOD DRESSING SENSE (EVERYWHERE, EVERYTIME): Clothes define an individual’s personality. A man who knows how to dress himself up is a gifted individual.

2) AN ADDICTING EFFLUVIUM: Perfect men smell perfect!

3) COMMUNICATION QUALITIES: Being vell versed is the most important thing! (Calling the waiter by clapping or making weird tones deserves an immediate breakup)

4) HEALTH AND FITNESS: How can a seamless man not have a great body? So this stands out as the most obvious amongst all.

5)RESPONSIBLE: Yes, responsibility separates a boy and a man where the later is supposed to be proficient and responsible towards all ( family first, girlfriends next)

6) ANSWERS HIS PHONE: This might sound awkward but my definition is inclusive of this rare trait in men. They answer all their calls and even if they don’t, they make sure that the other person knows that they’re busy. This trait runs parallel to the responsibility factor!

7) RESPECTS EVERYONE: *This should’ve been the first bullet* A man who gives respect, gets respect!

8) HAIR ON POINT, EVERYTIME: This super judgemental quality that i seek in men shouldn’t be confused for applying wax and drying hair everytime you go out! But it surely means that an impeccable man should have his hair flawless and effortless.

9) VALUES TIME AND COMMITMENTS: Superman doesn’t party because he is committed to give time to what his goal is. *And he is perfect, maybe*

10) SOCIALLY ACTIVE AND AN EXTROVERT: Socialising is important *the previous point doesn’t mean that perfect people are not supposed to party* Being a social extrovert, talking to people, making and meeting new friends is an idealistic quality!

/All that is written above is a personal view of the blogger and should not in any way be mis-interpreted/

Lost.

How tough it is to hold on to something which is not really yours. The pain of letting toxicating things intervene into your life and looking at those things infecting your soul and then completely grasping your mind is even more infuriating. Everything happens under your sight but still you have no control over anything. The trap of life catches you with it’s wings wide open and then slowly you surrender yourself to the situations and let the things take a normal flow. You wait for the things to calm down but all in vain.

Then slowly and quietly, life tries to reconcile itself. Normality begins and you start letting go of all those things which were enraging your conscious. The healing process begins and the past becomes an empty page.
This is what it takes to recover from a viscid situation.

HAPPY ONE YEAR!

While updating my last blog, i just realized that we(me, you and the blog) have completed almost one whole year together and it is more than enchanting  for me to see that i have written about 20 blogs, even when i never got too many responses from all those who read whatever i write. To mark this one year of my happy writing, it is my personal wish to reveal why do i write and why am i not bothered much about advertising my blogs.

Everyone has something innately embedded within themselves that makes them happy and for me, writing has always been one such thing. It is undoubtedly an escape from a world that is way too busy in the viciousness of the social media. And the credits of my love for expressing love with the words also go to my encounter with fantasical novels since forever. I scribble here for sometimes all that i feel and want to speak cannot be spoken or expressed easily!

And as i’ve always said, i write purely for myself. I never wanted people to read what i write and i thought that they won’t ever will. I never advertised this blog because my words were my hideouts; purely meant for my personal satisfaction. However, i like when some of you tell me that you like whatever i’ve written so far!

Thankyou to those who read all the shiz.

Keep Reading.

xxx

I wish you stayed.

“Those little moments where you made me smile by looking at me with your glittery eyes are the ones which i crave the most. My phone, the one which has most of the memories of our love, longs to see your name on it. The songs which made sense to us have long been forgotten. I live a life which is no more mine; for my heart was taken away by you the day we met. Our conversations, your laugh, that pink dress of yours, i miss each bit of it. You left me crumbling in a world that is grasping me each day. But, you’ve taught me a lesson, a lesson of not giving away myself so freely to anyone. I wish you stayed, for some more time…”

 

/because i was forced to write something like this, WHY GOD WHY?/

Aw.

“The moment she looks at me, my heart skips it’s usual beat. It feels like looking into a galaxy which is unexplored and yet so interesting. Her aroma grasps my soul and her aura consumes my consciousness, her eyes take my breath away and her smile; so contagious, makes me fall in love with her all over again. Withing her, i realise is an innocence which still fails to understand my love. I love it when she calls me by my name and asks me silly questions. She is the heart in my body and the wings to my soul. She is imperfectly perfect. And all i know is that she’s mine, even when she’s not. I know she’ll see me one day and realise that I love her more than anything or anyone.”

/Doing romance with the words since 1999/

Self Realisation

There’s this point called self realisation in everyone’s monotonous lives. Self realization strikes when your conscious pricks you suddenly and you start feeling and judging the things around you more deeply. Self realisation has been linked to age whereby we are called adults when we turn 18 because of the fact that our mind opens more to the world around and we start relishing only the things that matter. The world by it’s own virtues starts making us mature and we, within ourselves are aware of everything that is of importance. However, not everyone is able to recollect with this realisation and some miss it on their way to adulthood.
And all that is written above concludes to the point that your gut is the ultimate guide, it is an indication of your blooming self realisation.

Never miss your intuitions, never miss your gut feelings!

‘Rien n’est éternel’

 

Yes, nothing lasts forever. As bitter as it may sound, there is no denial to the fact that one day or the other, everything has to pass into the state of oblivion. The doom of everything explains this fact well. When the earth that we live on has to be diminished, how can we expect that the bleak promises that say ‘forever’ won’t end. Everything is meant to get over. Things start so that they might have an end. Human existence, the love, the stars, this planet or in short everything surrounding us is bound to have an end. And ends are never meant to be happy. It lies in our hands to end something on a happy note. In these ends are the new beginnings of possibilities and the unleashed truths.

 


/You might be thinking of this blog as a pessimistic shit of writing that you came across at the most unlikliest time of your life but then truths are always bitter, cold and hard to accept. (k, i hate you too)/

/Pardon me for the 50 times usage of the word end/

In her eyes.

“..when the world was full of possibilities of all kind, my eyes met hers and the only thing I could figure out was the world she had grasped in herself, the one she had so far imagined; full of life, love and everything else and then I too found my earth,my heaven and my future. In her eyes, i was too lost, too mesmerized and too enchanted that i slowly began to find my own self.”

/published two years after composition/

Anything.

Do you know what it feels like to be in the middle of it all, to feel something and yet not to feel it at all?

Strangeness of things takes a toll of your mind which is continually thumping your heartbeat to think of something which is not true or which can be true but in a sense that doesn’t click with what your soul really wants. Answers stop coming and unwillingly and unknowingly you’re caught in a situation from where your mind wants to escape but your heart doesn’t want to. This circumstance is as difficult as it might sound and is as tough to handle as counting galaxies (um).

Escape of this toughness exists only by controlling the mind and the soul to work in utter coordination, which is indeed tougher than counting galaxies!

xOxO

scared of love.

I am not scared of love but scared to be attached with someone so closely,

I am not scared of love but of the end that it might hold,

I am not scared of love but of the tribulations that it creates in the mind,

I am not scared of love but of the tests that it takes,

I am not scared of love but of the distractions that the eyes behold,

I am not scared of love at all but scared to give a piece of me to someone who deserves,

Once I am in, I am in it for the rest of my life and that is what i am scared of, BUT, I am not scared of love!