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.

The Potato Who Made the Sky Fall

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Potato was busy basking under the winter sun, things were pretty much calm and quiet. The grass was busy waving around and getting trampled by the furries and the humans, the vegetables and fruits were waiting to burst open to shower their seeds of love and reproduction. Last but not least the humans, well, they were up to no good. they were fighting for the little things.

It so happened that among the chaos someone farted, and fart they did. The skies trembled in fear, scaring everyone for a moment, but then everything went back to normal. After a while, the farting sounds came back, this time piquing Potato’s interest, and so he began to investigate.

First, he enquired on the ground level if someone had tummy troubles, but it was quite clear that no one on the ground had the power to disrupt in such a way that would lead to a loud bang, and so he turned his eyes to the sky, wondering if the ancient gods have decided to run some stupid prank on the earthlings.

Potato decided to meditate and bring out his spiritual self. As that is the only way to contact the ancient gods now. After a long penance, came a primordial being. Potato seemed to seek his wisdom and in his infinite zeal asked his primordial companion who he is.

The primordial organism replied in a very growly voice and introduced himself as Uranus. The moment potato heard this, the first thing he did was check his butt. Because he thought that he has made some extraordinary connection with his butt and his butt possessed such power to bring the sky down. He giggled for some time, annoying Uranus to the core.

Uranus roared, threatening potato of the nasty things that might follow. Potato asked Uranus what went wrong and why is he farting so loudly scaring the Earth folk. Upon careful consideration, he asked Uranus what happened. The reply he got was a bit strange.

It turns out, Poseidon decided to play a prank on Uranus and so he fed him a laxative laden drink and now he farts like there is no tomorrow, and only Poseidon carries the cure to this madness and he has gone to hiding.

Uranus was getting more and more anxious and his tummy growled more fiercely than ever. It was becoming evident that if not treated, it would be disastrous for Earth and no one wants that. Potato and Uranus started their enquiries on the land of Olympus. Zeus came up with something, that was certainly not helpful but made it more puzzling for the static duo to find Poseidon.

He redirected them to the land of the Norse, to Asgard and seek out Odin, Thor and Loki for more information. The duo wondered how can the one-eyed king, Zeus’s equivalent and a misfit find the Greek good of water, and for that, how to reach Asgard. Zeus called Hermes, the god of Speed to aid in the travel arrangements. Hermes crafted a catapult that could propel Uranus and Potato at speeds faster than light and reach Asgard “safely”.

And so, the great journey started, the duo placed themselves and held their hearts in their hands hoping all goes well. They reached Asgard but were not welcome. Heimdall greeted them but was very much pissed off because it was an unapproved entry to Asgard. Meanwhile, Zeus smirked in his evil grimace waiting to hear what happens next.

Heimdall greeted the static duo with a big smile. As if he knew what was happening, but still he asked them to know whether they are worthy of entering Asgard or not. Upon hearing the tale, Heimdall laughed, his laughter so loud that even Odin got up from his throne and came to the Bifrost.

Odin thought that the two extraordinary beings were some creations of Loki, and was almost about to send Thor to find and teach him a lesson. Odin explained, Poseidon did visit Asgard but he never stayed here, he conjured up the laxative with the help of Loki and now Loki has also gone missing. Thor is also trying to locate him. If the duo locates Poseidon, do ask him the misfit’s location as well.

Heimdall being Heimdall, kicked the duo back to the Greeks. Meanwhile, on Olympus, Zeus was having the party of his life, expecting something nasty to happen, because Poseidon had never left Olympus and it would be a fun distraction to avoid. But his plans were just plans and all his fun went to dust when he witnessed Potato and Uranus back in his realm. 

Pretty much in shock, Zeus tried to hide his shock behind a neutral face, but it was clear that looking at him something had disastrously gone wrong and he knew what was it. Potato also enquired, but what is a tiny potato against a Greek God, so Uranus came in and as soon as he was about to speak with his mouth, his tummy growled, shaking Mount Olympus along with the Earth itself. 

Meanwhile on Earth, the humans believed fully that the gods are crazy and are up to something nasty, so they also started preparing for their rebellion against the gods for disrupting their beauty sleep and other activities.

Zeus got worried, if the humans started revolting it would mean chaos at Olympus and would reduce their power, and if the story is true that Loki and Poseidon colluded. There is definitely something wrong.

He sought Hera, to assist in finding out the whereabouts of Poseidon. Hera sought Hephaestus. He managed to locate both Loki and Poseidon and also managed to find a cure for the ailing Uranus. Hephaestus warned Uranus about the side effect of having his cure, it would cause his colon to empty the moment it hits his stomach but he would be cured of the trouble.

Both miscreants were stuck in a temporal loop, thanks to the big catapult of Hermes. And now they could not free themselves from the loop. They were stuck in between the realms. Only a mortal could bring them back as a God would end up destroying the space-time continuum. Potato took up the responsibility to bring the two fools back to their respective realms and ease all tensions.

Now, to enter the loop, one has to go to the point of time where the loop had started. That meant Potato had to go back in time, Zeus guided him to the sisters of fate, they had the power to manipulate time and the fate of everyone. With the sister’s help, he quickly went back in time and found both Poseidon and Loki.

Firstly, he berated both of them for what they did to Uranus. They both were surprised as to what they did to their butts, Potato clarified not their butts but the butt of their joke adventure on the primordial being. And then gave a big kick to their butts and sent them back to their respective realms.

Back on Olympus, Uranus was waiting for Potato to be back, hopefully with some result of his time travelling adventure. Potato returned, with an embarrassed Poseidon. Uranus drank Hephaestus’s cure and it all rained down upon humans. Uranus ended up sending down a huge amount of water coming out from his butt. But he was relieved of his torment at the end.

Meanwhile, on Asgard, Loki was greeted with open arms by Thor, and it was clear what was going to happen, an electric session between the two brothers lost to time and memories.

The Olympians thanked Potato for easing the tensions. The humans were happy to get an endless source of water but little did they know about its source. And it was back to normal for Potato and he went back to his beauty sleep. Dreaming of fish and carrots along the way.

The Humans and The Holy Potato Blog

The Holy Potato Blog is here, for it is I the potato who thinks he is Holy as he can be found in various forms and situations.

I am a grounded organism, for I am found deep inside the mother earth below the feet of the humans and the animals, I am also the one who can feed a person or when I am angry, kill a human too, I am the death incarnate, kids love me, but they do not know because of consuming me along with my nasty pal called the oil and then I do belly dance and call it a day.

Holy potato blog, potatoes, ketchup, murder

The humans have realised this folly, and now they have decided to turn me into a pulp and drink me like water. The mad Humans call this liquid vodka and apparently, it treats them from the inside, (with the only caveat being that the liver suffers badly), making the humans go gaga and do stupid things. But little do they know, the grounded me that haunted their tummies as a solid is back with a vengeance and now will haunt more and more and more, in the forms no one can imagine, and I shall reign supreme till the end of the Earth (hehehehehehe……..)

The humans fail to realise that if I and my pals die, they die too. Some humans have discovered that the earth that they find dear is now decaying into a wasteland full of rust and dust, so they have decided to make the final frontier their trash can. But I shall remain immortal, for my little essences be floating away in stardust haunting the humans of what they left behind.

Let this holy potato blog be a stark reminder of what you humans are about to venture into. there is still time to surrender to the greens and live peacefully, and not go beyond what we do not know with primitive technology of today.

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.

White black and red person carrying heart illustration in brown envelope for a new adventure

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.

The Great Rumbles And The Marvellous Tumbles.

Electrical Storm

The cities emit great rumbles, the people tumble. The heart goes on and on to a different tune every time. The thunder rumbles and roars hard, yet we only feel the little flashes and the angry growls of a distant God. We, humans, fail to understand the little things that make someone or something tick.

A simple yet hardworking being like an ant is often thrown and disregarded like a pile of trash but on the flip side, we look at amazement how that tiny can pull off the feats of the giants that we humans rarely speak and do. The little organisms are the biggest movers and shakers out there, but still, we only feel the tumbles caused by the heavenly dumbasses.

We are a strange kind. We love the Gods at times of high flying and curse them when we face the low blows. There is no in-between when it comes to emotions. And now, we come to the main point of this brief nonsense.

Emotions suck. And they suck bad.

Instead of propelling most of us to great heights, it ends up dropping us in the deepest of the abyss, where everything is dark. Even the light at the end of the tunnel fails to shine bright to show us the way out of it. Everything feels inverted and twisted. What was there once, now gone out of the picture altogether.

It feels weird when everything feels weird. and you cannot figure out why. The heart rumbles constantly and the brain tumbles marvellously every time. Even when in something as sweet as love, we humans find crafty ways to destroy it as well. It becomes an unnecessary war. But we humans crave for it more and more, for we cannot fathom and handle the peace we have been bestowed. For we are the visionaries who feel the urge to tinker and tinker in a bad way and hope to produce something good.

Well, that is what makes humans, Ummm humans. The brief rumbles and the ensuing onslaughts of doom are what makes us grow into these magnificent creatures of complex behaviour patterns and attitudes. Even the dark abyss makes sense now, and many have made it their second home itself. The marvellous tumbles have made us numb. And the numbness makes all the sense. Nothing feels better than being numb and experiencing that silence with the ones that we love. That silence leads to the blossoming of new things and different memories.

Emotions are a crazy bunch of chemical nonsense that runs in our brains.

It all makes sense now.

Crisis In The Time Of Love

The smell of freshly brewed tea or coffee, or the lovely flowers makes the day awesome. But, on the flip side, with the smell of gunpowder and rotting flesh, the crisis begins to increase in intensity. Living on the edge of a warzone has its perks. Here was I, in the middle of a battlefield trying to harvest the dead souls of a brutal past, averting crisis by the minute and planting seeds of hope.

It was the year of the nuclear bang, all life had suddenly vanished into thin air, only rust and bones remained but then there was I, a spectre of a past forgotten stuck in a temporal loop created by my doom. It all had started in the age of man, and it was the time of love and man wanted to make it eternal and so started the experiments.

When man chose to become God, God unleashed his fury and man was unable to survive the wrath of God. The fury left everyone stuck frozen in time, like small ice statues in the sea of time. There was a big mushroom cloud, and it was followed by the big bad storm of rust and guts.

The few who survived the flurry ended up being stuck in a temporal loop of perpetual doom. We were the dead stranding, trying to undo the sins of our fathers and right the wrongs. The time of love turned into a time of crisis. It was the time for running the odds and ends backwards.

But for that, I need to undo what I ended up doing in the first place. I needed to undo the crisis that I made in the age of love, and that was something I had to do fast before the future becomes an empty wasteland of just a black void. I had to get out of this temporal loop as soon as possible before I could sow the seeds of hope and watch them flourish with energy and a new life.

My goal was set, to go back in time and make sure that the nuclear bang does not happen again. Bringing life after death has its beauty, it is an endless cycle of existence that does not feel the urge to stop at any time. But if disrupted, it can cause all sorts of amazing catastrophes, like the one I am in currently. It could be more enticing if I tinker with the entire fabric of space-time, but if I do, then everything turns to ashes again. So I have to stand tall and embrace the light and all the nonsensical madness I managed to pull through.

The light just blocks my eyes and I cannot see anymore, but then it was all dream. A dream that turned into an abhorrent nightmare.

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.

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