Leap of faith towards new adventure.

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We see fireflies glowing every night. In those fireflies, I see us. We were glowing with energy and the lights that make the absence of the twinkling stars in the cloudy sky unnoticeable. We both have our flaws and somewhere, somehow, those flaws brought us closer too. We shared a vibe, a spark and the skies confirmed it for us by celebrating through the rainfall. It was the beginning of a new adventure. It was a time of melancholy, happiness, and discovering new things. We prospered into becoming human beings, it was a journey that we chose to undertake, to see the best of ourselves.

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Quoting Dr Seuss “You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”. And I would love to have the reality always be better than my dreams from now onwards, and the reality is. Here we are. On a magical journey. Which makes it more and more exciting and amazing being with you.

Here we are, after all this time, fighting our inner demons yet facing each other with the same smile that keeps us happy. We stand at the crossroads, of following our lives further or abandoning everything we built and starting afresh. So I say. Let’s hold our hands together and ride into the unknown together. Keep walking through the thick and the thin and just be together. Let’s go on an adventure that only we are the masters of. The time is here, the time is now.

Work in progress, or rather the quality of life update

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It’s a funny world, we seek to improve our lives but at the same time discard everything that has been not utilised in the name of improving the quality of life. Potato had this thought when we talk of coding and app development, we look at optimising the ones and zeroes to make the application run better. But the same cannot be applied to a plant or a human.

A plant like Potato, which thrives on sucking out the juicy nutrients from the mud it encases itself in, has one job and that is to provide the energy to survive, but the human is an all separate category of madness. They have a lump of flesh stuffed inside their cranium, which they call a computer providing them instructions to live and to die. Sometimes, things go a step further and these humans become an evangelist and start exercising their duty of sustenance for others, leading to destruction and chaos, all in the name of improving the quality of life.

Well, the Potato’s guardian is also stuck in a situation like that, he is stuck in a temporal loop of satisfying the ever-increasing greed of the masters and the margaritas for making a name for himself, where once, these brains ruled the roost, have come in the giant computers with their beeps and boops yapping out the orders and not even providing a reason for doing so, just following the numbers trail. And the human has very scarily become a slave to the devices that we thought would improve the quality of life.

The world has become flat, not physically but rather in terms of progress. We have stagnated growth and now to propel the progress, we first have to destroy the creations of yore. It is a very scary precedent that we are setting up for the future. Potato’s guardian is a human itself, and that human is facing the largest hit among the many of his generation. Humanity has gone for a six, emotions are nowhere to be found and if some little emotion whatever is there, they get suppressed under the sea of data and numbers.

However, this is not a rant, Potato will be back with his stories of misadventures with other fruits and maybe a bubbly fish, a story of resilience and acceptance and also how not to be a hero every time. It has been a long time Potato has been a villain, it is time to unleash the dark side and embrace the chaotic hell of the earth world.

Until then,

Stay safe. Eat Cake

The Memorable date of the Women Day(s)

Archive: A Heart in the Darkness (NASA, Chandra, 02/12/03)

“You can tell the condition of a nation by looking at the status of its women.”

Jawaharlal Nehru

The position of women reflects a country’s social, economic, and mental well-being. In our texts, women have been viewed as a sign of spirituality. Nonetheless, throughout ancient Indian civilisation, women were denied rights and equality. They have been treated unfairly in comparison to males. The rise of knowledge and self-consciousness among women has resulted in their advancement over time. Today’s women are empowered. Women are also making strides and achieving success in every sector. True female emancipation may be attained only when individuals change their limiting views and mindsets toward women.

A woman can be an organiser, administrative leader, director, recreationist, partner, daughter, health officer, teacher, or artist. For centuries, males have enjoyed greater advantages in every facet of life in society, whether it was a higher pay scale, social prestige, or a higher proportion of voting rights, but we now live in the twenty-first century, and the globe is slowly shifting toward gender equality. It is progressing toward equality for both men and women, which might include equal income, social prestige, and voting rights for women. This change is vital, and it is required all around the world, since we are all people, and everyone deserves equal opportunity and respect.

Women’s discrimination, which has persisted for ages, is gradually fading. The government is continually implementing measures to boost women’s engagement in a variety of professions. Today, most women are content with their lives and are afraid of being tortured or harassed. This advancement, however, is owing to the efforts of individuals who fought for their independence and rights. Despite their advancements and growth, women continue to suffer increased crime rates, harassment, and abuse in the home. Many times they feel insecure at the workplace. Some people view women with an evil eye. These issues must be addressed by society.

In certain locations, this day has lost its political connotation. It has simply become an opportunity for males to demonstrate their appreciation for women ‘in a style somewhat comparable to a blend of Mother’s Day and Valentine’s Day. However, in other places, the United Nations’ political and human rights theme raises considerable political and social awareness of women’s international problems. On this day, some individuals wear purple ribbons to commemorate the occasion. What are we going to do on this day for our teacher, mother, grandmother, sister, or friend now that we are aware of women’s plight? We need to work hard to make this day unique and memorable for every woman we know.

We do not, however, need only one day to make them feel special or to do something unique for them. After all, they are with us every day and not just on one particular day.

Word crimes – The story of A and The.

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Before humans existed, there was the kingdom of sound, everyone hummed and buzzed and survived. Birds and the bees buzzed endlessly creating an aura of hubris and nostalgia. Things were pretty much like do or die, there was no in-between. Either there was sustenance or there was death. Survival of the fittest at its finest.

Then came the big dinos and the little dogs and cats, who started their campaign of signals and misinterpreted warcries. A single bark, meow or a roar meant the end of the world, and that is where Potato believed it all started from, even the simple exchange of roars if thought otherwise has ended up being the harbinger of doom. And then came, the Apes and Neanderthals and what we call Humans. Who started by drawing fire and potatoes and then become the messenger of the Word Crimes.

As the Apes began separating from the humans, the coo coos began converting into words. And words they did. Humans developed the sounds into something that haunts them to this day. The pen became mightier than the sword, and A flock of people became THE flock of people. and the fall of man ensued.

A, An and The, the articles of doom, prevailed. Destruction followed, but we humans cannot do anything, because it is our creation, our crime that we let go that rampant. We can be greedy fools sometimes, but who is not? We look around, even birds and bees fight for their rights through coos and the buzz.

A and The are most notorious of them all, fighting for their individuality, where one represented the entire universe and the other focused on becoming an all-important specific being, The Supreme Ruler and A self-obsessed demon. The Grammar Lords (or as many speak the unspeakable name – Grammar Nazis) kept on watching the destruction caused by the war of the words.

Now there are people who have mastered the art of war, we call them the manipulators (or if someone needs a simpler context – politicians but not limited to them alone). These “humans” revel in the art of verbal war and most of the time, decisions go their way. A and The have been the master orchestrators of it all.

And the best part of it all is if we remove them from existence, our very structure of language falls apart. So it is a deal with the devil, that we are forced to accept, without which, we all have the mouths, and we can only scream.

A New Adventure, A New Chapter

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It’s been a while that I posted something, but here I am, bringing a new adventure to the world wide web. A lot has happened behind the closed doors, some ups and some downs. I will list them all.

Starting with the ups first, Potato got a refresh, the site got fresh visuals straight from the thematic factory of WordPress, the human is back on track to make new stories and new fantasies. He has decided to tell me one of his tales today.

But before that, there were some downs as well, in pleasing the social media gods, the human had to undergo a trial of fire, which caused his brain to melt down into a pile of goop and from that goop comes this post ready to entertain you with random stuff.

Anyways, now back to the human tale, his adventure involves diving deep into mysteries of the heart, someone finally managed to feel that his heart existed and he discovered love. We all see love stories popping up here and there, some happen expectedly and some happen unexpectedly.

Do you ever just think about the moments you could have changed? Like what if something went differently, what would have happened? These questions led to where the human is now, with a companion by the side trying to figure out the what-ifs, how some random occurrences can just lead to some completely new adventure and a new journey altogether.

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It all started with some fireflies twinkling in the wilderness and two hearts aligning to the same tune. The human (and his companion too) never thought that something like this happens, for both of them had put up walls so high that it was difficult to be breached by anyone but themselves. It all felt like how the Germans felt after the fall of the Berlin Wall, a feeling of unity and belongingness and love. Embracing the new feeling of companionship and the new situation was hard for the human, but he managed to adapt and accept that there was another person now in his life that also needed the same care and nourishment as he longed for.

It was an entirely new adventure for the human, as he was always involved in making plans for world domination and nuclear strikes here and there contending with the poop and pee and the nasties. But now it was all about growth, and a constructive growth that is. The destruction of the futile mind was imminent, but it all came down to this. The companion was the catalyst of peace in the mind of the human.

And with that, a new adventure began taking shape in the form of an unexpected love story. A story of complete randomness but very low deviations.

The human will be back with some more adventures and I the Potato, will be back soon with more stories to tell.

The Fights That Never Let Go

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The ups and downs and the lefts and rights, the fights and the lights. Isn’t that pretty, the good, the bad, and the ugly. Every day is a constant struggle with the crap coming in from everywhere and at any time. Starting from the time we open our eyes, shit starts falling over our heads like falling dominoes from the skies.

The fights keep on raging, inside our heads, outside our peripheral vision, the bloody massacre just lingers on, killing strangers one by one and our souls part by part, the dead keeps on crawling, and the alive keeps on burying, the battle for supremacy lives on forever.

The battle scars remain, forever reminding us of the nightmares that we endured and bringing us down always. We are made of flesh and metal, staying resilient till our last breath, keeping the nightmares at bay leading ourselves towards the golden sun to burn bright.

After the big burn, we turn into ashes, the ashes rise up in the sky, painting the world grey. The wolves howl at the departed soul, asking them to come back, but they can’t. Once the dead head up high, there is no coming back down, until a new body emerges. But all this being the mental, everything just stays fuzzy, infinite bodies pile up, bearing our faces, our fears and a great wall that we can’t go past.

Beyond that wall is what we seek. The liberation from the shackles of fear and the sweet sweet freedom. The freedom to rise again, freedom the shine bright and the freedom to be ourselves. The only thing stopping us is the shackles that we have become comfortably numb with and the nightmares that we carry on our backs.

The fights that never let go of us are the shackles we force ourselves into. When we do let go, nothing can stop us.

Never Settle, Stay Lost and Keep Walking

Keep walking and never settle.

One simple sentence, different effects.

For some, it is the dawn of discovery and an adventure of a lifetime, and for some, it is the culmination of some hard decisions bearing fruit. Things can be very different for different people. But it is the little things that keep us awake, in the search for greatness and forming our legacy.

For me, it was a journey that spanned almost a week. Starting from the asphalt jungle and ending in the proper jungle. It was a journey of self-reflection, a journey of peeking through the cracks that formed. A walking experiment that needed some refinements, and some twisted ankles in the way. But this time, it was worth it, I managed to discover a few things that I might not have. Maybe for some, it is called madness, but for me, it was a sweet symphony and a peek inside my mind.

The journey looked endless, as the great brain of mine started giving me an amazing feedback loop of reminding me that I suck hard at doing anything. Yet I needed to go ahead and give it all, and thus keep on walking and hope that nobody explodes. It was an exhilarating and also liberating experience, as my soul just got ripped apart from my body. Experiencing the ethereal realm and going nuts with the beauty.

It was the little things again that took me by the surprise. How a tiny step here or there made the biggest change in the overall scenario. The outcome turns into a simplified yet complicated mess, although it is a beautiful one. Organized chaos in the unorganized jungle that we call life. It all turns into a walk to remember and forget everything else. The journey of life can take a turn for the good as well as for the worse but it does not matter where the road leads. What matters is what we learned from it. Because what we learn is what we do. If we learn crap things, no matter how much wrong we are, the result will always stay crap.

In the end, there is still the beauty of the creations that we forge with our minds and the destruction we do with our hands. There is a lot to be learned and a lot to be explored and a lot of things to stay lost in. More to absorb and more to regurgitate all sorts of nonsense. With more information dump and nonsensical chaos around, it is more interesting to analyze and convert it into more organized chaos and some cunning and potentially unstable creations.

So keep on walking and never settle my friends.

Lives in volatile situations and unstable environments

Volatile situations

While we all want stability in our lives, there are times when all we want is some peace and calm. But in this modern day and age, it is all the opposite. We are all ticking time bombs, waiting to blast off with an explosion of anger and frustration. The unstable lives that we live in are just the tip of the iceberg. The deeper we go, the more volatile it becomes.

While we all say that we are calm and collected (even I do sometimes), inside is a very big bad storm that brews, waiting to unleash its energy and maybe some evil laughs. Look around, people are venting out like blown up pressure cookers, expecting something calm and quiet in return. But no, fate has other plans for them. They just get blown up more till the time their brains do not explode and just go berserk. Completely oblivious to what happens around when it’s their brain ordering them to do mundane tasks like consuming their own lives for greatness. Thus leading to the greatness of an unknown future.

We are staying in a volatile environment, where anything could happen at any moment we cannot do anything. From what I have seen, it gets a lot worse. It’s always guns, germs or steel playing their role in decimation. I have seen war, have seen the brutality and the horrors of it all. From seeing the people getting their limbs dismembered right to digging holes for their final rest place. The only thing that stayed was the mutual respect that we all had for one another. The uncertainty of when we are going to each other next. But other than war, people are still fighting, some for their lives, some for getting accepted because of their choices. Some are just trying to survive. Look in the news every day there is some shitstorm brewing.

But why should I care or give a damn? I am that dickhead who has it all, the comfort and safety of a home, the luxury of having whatever food I want to, and accessibility to the clothes I want to wear. All I do all day is just post some stupid hashtags on social media and show that I care. But the reality is, we all ignore it all. It does not matter if the person in distress is our next-door neighbour until unless it happens to us or someone close to us, we do not give a shit about what happens outside, as simple as that.

This very voluntary ignorance is what eventually leads us to the meltdown. No matter what we do, there is always someone bearing the fruits of their labour. Now I do not say that everyone is an ignorant fool, but most are. I commend those who are seeing past this wall of ignorance and trying to make a change. We should support them if we could, but we don’t, because our ego and our ignorant brain say so.

We have become so immune, that it does not matter anymore who lives or dies. What matters is that we, the self-centred fools survive in the gluttony and pride of achieving nothing. While we complain of the instability and volatile nature, it is us only who have created this hellscape. And we cannot reverse what we have done now.

Was it worth it? That is all I ask.

The Decisions We Make And The Faithful Results We Get


One word, different meanings, different outcomes. A major fork in the road where we have to choose one path. As a result, obtain a certain outcome. It is the time when the bells ring above our heads and the tick-tock of the clock is heard. We live in a time where we have more decisions and choices than the questions themselves. Because of this, we end up doing things in reverse.

We first decide the path and according to the decisions made then we ask the questions that matter. We take the first step, without thinking or analysing what are we doing and then ask the question why are we here? That leads to a rather faithful recreation of the path we took. All the choices that we made until this point come out unfurling in bright colours. Our choices are so vivid and different that we cannot even fathom what we started with and are ending upon.

Let’s take a few examples,

Why did you read this little entry? It could be many reasons, maybe you love my stuff, maybe you were forced to read on gunpoint, or somebody spammed this very article so you read it in pure annoyance. The choice lies with us, but most of the time we don’t question what it is, rather we just click the link on the screen and read, and then we go into deep thought as to understand what we just read and wonder why?

On the flip side, I could ask myself, Why did I write this post? Was I feeling like it? Was I high on grape juice while writing this? (probably), Was I feeling some kind of magic? What went inside my brain while writing this? Was it my emotions being poured out? Was it something else entirely?

I could never tell, yet here I am, posting a blog. The purpose of which I do not know. Similarly, there are times when we end up making a decision that we don’t even know for what we took. This time is a place where we have lots of choices, but a very less number of problems, or so we think. We have evolved ourselves into a different beast altogether, where we have mastered the art of flight instead of fighting, the adrenaline rush always makes us run away from the troubles that chase us, and instead of trying to solve it, we end up creating more troubles to hide the previous problem.

And then, one day, the house of cards that we beautifully built on the foundations of problems, just fall apart. We panic, go into overdrive and try to fight it all at once. Then we feel helpless, desperate to find solutions to the problems which we never took care of in the first place and end up creating new problems because of that. The cycle continues. The thunder never stops, lightning strikes at the very moment that we were least expecting. All this ends up in a constant barrage of thoughts and actions that we never anticipated and then, once the storm is over, our minds stay up for that extra mile, over analysing everything. We almost become virtual zombies, where we don’t even know what we are doing.

So, that is how our choices matter and the thought before making it also matters. If not seen early, then we the faithful results that we were not ready for.

Fire, Destruction And The Great Revolution

We all want to be heard, to be seen, to be known. The need for attention runs well inside us. Right from the start, we cried for food and water, and as we progressed, our demands also adapted. And the way we demand also changed. From crying out loud, now we post tiny statements on social media. For many of us, it becomes the voice of our reason. Some go on using the practical demonstration to show their capabilities. They have the most power to fulfil their act but are also the most to lose. Just like the fire below, some personalities decide that invasion is the best route, a meltdown is all that we need.

Ignite a fire and watch the result burn to a crisp. On small scale, we all do invade, sometimes into other people’s privacy, or their minds. But, on a large scale, armies of doom are sent to an unsuspecting land to wreak havoc and complete their demands. It is the large ones we hear about a lot, but the small ones are the deadliest because once the invader is successful, we go into a full meltdown. The meltdown often leads to desperation, and in desperation, we go. With desperation comes the urge to resist, the urge to resist change. A change that may affect their lives fully.

We, humans, are the biggest shakers and movers, but ironically, we want to remain static. We just want to stay inside our cocoon of power and expect the world outside to change. Why do we have to invade when we have the best and the brightest minds. We always end up in situations where we blame the circumstances rather than looking inside our static core. The moment we realise that our choices are a tiny cog in the big gear train, then lots of things could happen.

Now now, we all are the creators and the destroyers, that is constant. But we are destroying more than creating. We expect to rise from the ashes and run a revolution to make it all heard to the unsuspecting people. Look around, what do you see? The birds chirping, trees mingling with the sky above, the sky painting with the clouds and the stars. But then we see the cruel side as well, trash spread around, the dead lying on the ground like fallen soldiers of war. We cannot even bat an eye towards the dirty yet we are the ones creating the dirt. It is an ironic situation that we find ourselves in.

Yet, somehow we end up creating revolutions and resolutions. those mighty hiccups and storms, end up creating a fire and then like a phoenix, we are reborn. Most of the time it does not matter, as we end up being the same as before, but on rare occasions, we do manage to catch the lightning in the bottle. A spark ignites inside and something changes. Not evident at first, but something in the gear train changes. A choice we make today end up affecting something in the future, that is the best adventure we all follow.

Sometimes, we can be at the right place at the wrong time or, we can be at the wrong place at the right time. But never at the right place at the right time. The excitement, the revolutions always happen when worlds collide and words fight. We are always going to be at the centre of it all. And the cycle will repeat.

A fire, some destruction and the great revolutionary ideas will follow.