Debating and other dangerous stuff on the Internet

When you're confronted with an incident or issue, it is natural to have an opinion. It is also natural not to have any strong opinion because you don't know the whole case. "Fortunately" the age of social networking sites has raised armchair activism to a whole new level. A single fb status, comment or tweet can create a domino effect, whose result isn't always what we intended.

The only "right" action to take would probably be to understand the situation before passing a judgement. Realise that just as you have the incredible power to change things, also have the humility to understand that you are not a judge and executioner and that you have the duty to wield your power with responsibility. Practice due diligence. What you see on your screen or on paper was written by a human, therefore undoubtedly plagued with bias, however little. So pause and reflect. And then act. Or don't. No one needs to go blaring horns and being militant in their views just to be visible.

I won't share famous quotes on taking sides. Because for each quote I put up, there will be one that disagrees with it. I also understand that just because a famous person put up an argument, doesn't make it the truth. And to expect to be right, armed with only these sayings is not just foolish but also dangerous.

Shout! Shout! Shout!

Shout! Shout! Shout!

I cry in surprise. I bleed in hurt.

I fear your hands and words that erupt.

Shout! Shout! Shout!

I wail in confusion. I break at your insult.

I diminish into the nothing that you had had me built.

Shout! Shout! Shout!

I feel no more. I see you no more. 

I hear only the silence now that I suffer you no more.

A terribly tiny tale.

A surprisingly great picture, some lonely and sad time and voila!

The Breeze

The most wonderful breeze is blowing outside. It's the kind that makes one feel like a character in a movie. The softness of it, the cool temperature and the slight rustling of the winds. With the atrocious heat that we've had to suffer lately, the cool winds are a welcome change. By welcome I mean- Give me more of the winds or I'll die by melting into a skin coloured puddle on the floor.

The beautiful weather and the quiet night time charged some of my creative neurons and here's a poem, plus fraîche.

Softly she waves around me
as if she's dancing to a lullaby.
She makes the leaves dance with her.
Her only shape is the blowing dust on the streets and look how beautiful it is.

Brushing past my cheeks, she leaves her coolness behind.
In the silence of the night
I'm the only one standing here with her.
It is almost as if she does this all for me.

I hate to say goodbye and go inside.
She might not be there in the morning.
I never know when she might come next.
She's tempestuous like that but I can't wait to have her back.

Might Say No (Song Lyrics)

The following writing piece may seem peculiar in its flow but it is supposed to be the lyrics for a song. I was listening to some Amy Winehouse and some oldies recently and coupled with this cheeky idea I had about a certain book, this came up.

So I forbid anyone from over analysing my recent writing. It is a fictional piece and doesn't have any resemblance to anyone or any incident whatsoever. And if in case it does remind you of yourself, kudos! I had great fun writing it. Also, it is obviously not some excellent piece of literature so no criticism invited on that.

I've waited for you since so long
Never thought you'd ask me
But now you're propped on one knee
Saying you want to marry me
But all I think is I'm being too easy.

It all started years ago
I'd been all sad and morose
Just waiting for that someone
Thinking for me there was no one
But there you were with all that charm of yours.

You made me want to give you all
With no conditions and regard
I guess it got too easy
Time passed, you got too lazy
Kept forgetting cause you knew I'll still be home.


I've waited for you since so long
Never thought you'd ask me
But now you're propped on one knee
Saying you want to marry me
But I guess it'll be no from me.

Anger

My anger is a shy thing

It hides in the shadows of my brain

simmering and hissing from there.

It flares up every now and then,

just waiting to pounce, if it is allowed.

Allow it, I don’t, because really…

What is the use?

Obstinate mules won’t ever bend,

And why would they?

Have I ever ever really bent?

I’d like to think so, but i hear no ayes.

So i bend down in front of human nature.

Oh, the irony, I know,

but I see no other choice.

It is either peace or letting loose the reins 

to the angry madness in me.

And one would rather choose the first one?

Dear Two Face

To
Ms/Mr Two Face
(Ya all got the Batman reference right?)

Subject:- Politely and formally expressing my distaste for you. (I am nothing if not polite.)

Dear Madam/Sir
I, Ahana Bose, of Female Complicated! would sincerely like to inform you of my antipathy towards you. Please pay careful attention to the following words. If you correct yourself, you may make more friends. (I highly doubt it though.)

First of all, do not say something to me and the exact opposite to someone else. You'll get caught and it ain't pretty. I've seen better people with their mugshots in black and white striped pajamas.

Second, you are still a human (I'm still doubtful). You may be tossing and turning all night in your bed, over-thinking your immense contribution to our humble human race while we're just ordinary people who are dreaming high and doing nigh, but that doesn't make you any more superior to us.

Your swagger is not like Jagger so stop acting like it is you and not Levine singing his song about our dear old Micky. You must be great at many things but humility is obviously not one of them.

I am now at the end of my tirade and I would have liked to end the show with some witty one liner but I am still dependent on others to provide me with that. So I am leaving you with Marilyn Monroe's apt words- "If you're gonna be two faced, at least make one of them pretty."

Yours not so lovingly
Ahana Bose