Run a survey on blogger and you'll find a huge majority of green writers chanting or whining about their love affairs. You know what happens when you're overfilled with something and you can't express it out through a proper channel? You shit it away. Yes! It goes out that way. This is exactly what happens to us. We are loving but expression-less people. We love certain things but don't have any idea of how love or admiration can be shown. We love to watch theater but fail to switch off our consistently ringing cell phones. We love to be at exhibitions but fail to overlook art impostors. We love to talk but hate to listen, we love to eat but hate calories, we love to laugh but are constantly worried about our bad breath.
When you're overfilled with something and you can't express it out through a proper channel? You shit it away. Being expressionless has brought us to a point where a huge portion of ourselves is sprawling in shit. Our love is not just in the air, but its in our blood, in sweat and then in our shit too. All going wasted.
Loving should always be surrounded with expressions of appreciation and acceptance. Anything gone never comes back. Its important to express love. Switch off your phone and experience the magnanimity of art. Appreciate its beauty. Art can have an engrossing capacity. It can actually make you lose the sense of time. Experience it!
Express love by just listening what they have to say. Tonight, eat those oily prathas and chicken malai which you love so much. And do hell with calories. Go on! Laugh your lungs out. Raise your hands and dance all night. Don't worry about the odors. They are just the other way to express that you are for real.
When you're overfilled with something and you can't express it out through a proper channel? You shit it away. Give your love a proper channel. Shed inhibitions and express. Blunt.
Or it will all end in shit...
Sunday, November 2nd. 2008
5:32 PM
8 comments:
God bless you for mentioning the 'oily parathas' bit. Calorie-land, here I come =D
How easy to say...how easier to do...how hard to forget!
great piece of writing. I will consider the parathas! :P
letting go is harder in practice than theory. Most people (including myself) suffer from emotional constipation, and would like nothing better than to shit it away.
Khaer, for what's it worth, i'll try dancing with no music tonight- but will still lock the doors and draw the curtains.
I have tagged you check it on my blog. :)
I hate my ever-irritating MIND !
Been doing hell with all those calories for so long, I'm starting to hate the act of loving it all! In the end, all that love needs shitting too (sorry, your choice of words, not mine!).
Don't know about sh** but the rest is GREAT. And well... I started eating tha parathas about a month back... hahahah...! And the rest is good.
P.S.: Why do I keep saying that it's "good"??? Do you have another word that I can use?
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