Words: A Thank You Note

We are all independently dependent on words. The case is not the same with words. They are like a free bird, coming exactly at the right time when you need some company, you just have to make sure that your hands are full of grains. Slowly, they will start picking up those pieces of grains and will happily get lost in their food, without even giving a fuck about your not-required-anymore presence. But, eventually you'll know what they did by this not-so-cruel act. They were able to bring a little smile on your face, a little satisfaction to your disturbed soul and some rest to your crazy mind. They play their part perfectly and as soon as they are done or rather you are done, they will happily go away somewhere, boundless and free. Same is the case with words, exactly the same. I can never recall an instance when i have pined for words and my Diary or this Blog has gone blank, never. They come when you need them, just make sure you have a motive strong enough to attract them. And once their purpose is served, they follow the path of a free bird leaving you behind with a rather satisfied muse that was trying to play with your heart, mind and soul.
This is just an attempt to thank them. Words deserve a lot more respect than we give. They are not under-rated but then they are not appropriately respected too. I hate it when petty words are used continuously for grand schemes and some rather strong words are wasted on an even more wasted cause. But more on that in another post. I'll just keep it plain and simple. Thank you, words...that poem i wrote describing your essence and your immense presence in this life seemed like it didn't really did justice to the cause because i kind of wandered to a different zone, towards the latter half. Hence, this post.
Thanks buddy, Don't block me, ever.
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Playing in my Head : "Use somebody" by Kings of Leon.

Not-So-Nonsensical Sense of Trivia

Everything matters. Everything seeks reason. The reasons always vary as do the people. But yes, they do matter. This is the essence of Trivia. From this blog that you are reading to the blog that you chose not to read any further, everything matters.
Not that you have to see the importance. No, you don't have to. More so because it may not always be Important. You see, Triviality is relative. What may seem important to you may not deserve the same importance in my life. The fruit that has fallen from a tree may not be of much value for you. For you, it might just be another fruit that has been devoid of it's Mamma branch but for the fruit it might be the worst day. Or take a street urchin, for him that fruit can prove to be a happy dinner meal. Gladly for him, the time and energy he would have wasted on that fruit with his novice wayward shots at it using the stones lying around was saved. Gladly for the stone, he wasn't moved from his preferred state of stability to that roller coaster kind of ride onto some random fruit on a tree. All these were subtle facts for someone like you or me but it wasn't the same for people who were attached to these instances.

This is the relativity of triviality. For a corrupt Policeman, taking a 100rs note from a poor vendor might be pretty trivial but for that poor vendor, it might be a reason for frustration and anger which gives him sleepless nights, which may further result in that vendor killing that policeman out of misery and revenge. In another case, this frustration and anger which renders him incapable of maintaining his financial condition stable may result in that vendor committing suicide along with his family.

For a teacher who keeps on harassing a  student for some particular mischief he committed a long back may seem to be trivial for the teacher but for the student it might lead him to finally leave that school/college. Or even worse, he may end up taking out the petrol from his teacher's bike/car and setting it on fire with the same petrol. This because it is making the life hell for that student. Revenge isn't that sweet on the receiving end.

Finally, take this post. This might be a trivial post of no importance to you and as a matter of fact, it is. But for this blog, this one post after so many days might be everything that it actually needed all along. For the person who wrote this, the post might be the only way to some much pined peace of mind that he was vying for helplessly on some stupid social networking site. 

This is what i wanted to say. Nothing is trivial. Everything means something. Every offense offends, every word shouts, every broken promise hurts, every memory recreates, every fuck counts. Every thing matters. Don't say it unless you mean it and don't take it unless you need it. Moreover, don't make fun of anything. It might mean the world to someone. Trivia is nothing is trivia.

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Playing in my head: 'Bailiya' by the band Faakhir.