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Showing posts with label Unspoken Shape. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Unspoken Shape. Show all posts

FREE HAIRCUT

Posted by Nikhil Patokar On Monday, August 15, 2011 18 comments

FREE! The word that women love; okay let’s say we like it sometimes especially when they are attached to electronic gadgets and gizmos. Don’t we like it when we go to purchase a thing and instead come back home with totally worthless no of things...  (: P)
Free-dom people anything can happen. Especially when the free word combines with India and if to add women to the equation then...
INDEPENDECE DAY today and freedom struggle tomorrow... well most of us will be protesting tomorrow right!
What is freedom? Lets Google it and find out. Well nothing gets started without Google (here I declare there is god its GOOGLE [: D]) so Google search page gives us a hint, that the word freedom means free from almost everything, slavery, others power hold, work... a lots different for different reasons.
But People God does play jokes on us (read GOOGLE) ahh let me explain. FREEDOM in India is just a little redefined to suit certain elected candidates. (And yes we choose them)
Such people have the freedom to curb the law according to their needs. But don’t you worry they only intend to loot you with a big smile on their faces. They won’t harm you until you keep quiet. The day you complain you’re doomed. Ohh no no it’s not power or force it’s just free freedom.
Now if you think it’s your freedom to protest. You’re wrong. They will put you behind bars. And trust me people theses bars won’t have any bottles to serve you. Enough of freedom I guess. We should get free of it.

Do you ever feel that you are free? No burden .no pressure. Just you. As you are. No thoughts. No inner voice. Just plain you trapped   in your body.
Being a child you are never free to exercise your powers body and senses. The moment you are about to something extreme, climb a staircase, touch the burning lamp, eat some chillies. (That’s extreme when you are a child!) ta da! Parents come in between. As if they know better... I recall a comic strip in which a lil boy asks his father”DAD, HOW DO SOLDIERS KILLING EACH OTHER SOLVE THE WORLDS PROBLEM! His father is shocked; he can’t make up his mind on what to say. When this lil boy gets no answer he walks away saying ”I THINK THE GROWN UPS JUST ACT AS IF THEY KNOW WHAT THEY ARE DOING”[FROM CALVIN AND HOBBES]
So we are never free from the pressures. Social, Parents, Teachers. Get good marks, get good job, and get good salary. Everything good then. Otherwise go to hell loser.
Oh it’s easier said than done, do they realise it. Money. A practical EVIL MONSTER created by us. With no superhero against it. It was created for better running of society. But in due course it has turned severely complicated.
Have you felt the power of freedom? Freedom from this world of materials. Have you ever felt that your senses are the only things in this world? You and just your body, the feeling that you are alone, but it never scares you.
The heart beating out of bounds yet there is nothing scary but just beauty around you. The feeling when there is no sound yet you hear, sounds that were unheard, and this too not scary.
Now some of you might say I have gone insane and be taken to hospital the special one off course but that’s what am talking about being insane. So let me ask you
ARE YOU FREE?
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All in a Day's Work

Posted by Nikhil Patokar On Saturday, December 05, 2009 22 comments

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 5; the fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

Its hurting...and its insane...
But with what did it begin...

A lot of things happened with me today. A lot of things from the past did reveal themselves back today. I think there was some exhibition of the past memories of mine, but why did this happen...and that too today.
With all those memories flying around flashbacks started somewhere and it ended somewhere and in all this mess something did hurt me.
Where did this hurting start from...Did it 'from the betrayal of the friend whom i helped from all my heart.' or did it come 'from the pain of the friend i shared in the past reveal itself again.' or 'the pain of something yet to come..'or 'the pain of some natural expectations i had from someone' or 'did it began from somewhere new..' Where did this pain come from. Why had this had to happen today in this carnival of past memories. Why cant that one coward memory present itself as single one. Then I will let that memory know who is stronger. Hurting me in the back with a disguised appearance. Well friend you might have won the round but the fight is still on and the day i find you alone it will be a happy end to the poor memory...


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P.S- This is An Extract From My Dairy...Sorry it does not contain details...maybe the post wont qualify for the TON...But Still I Had to Post This...SORRY...

-Nickhil Patokar

What Am I ???

Posted by Nikhil Patokar On Friday, November 27, 2009 1 comment



  What am I ? A well where everyone can drop their sorrows? What am I a place where you can get free advices ! What am I your friend when you know you need one?  What am I a enemy sometimes to show you  thats not you. What am I a pillow where everyone can rest their heads and cry. What am I a punching bag where everyone can test on their punches. What am I a place where you can experiment with everything you can. What am i a person who will understand others no matter what. What am i a perpetual machine...What am I???


              Did anyone care if i was hurt...Did anyone care...Why would anyone...
  I am the one who understand and the one who cares na so what, i will understand others behavior no matter however they decide to behave with me. Why would anyone try to understand me after all I am the place where everyone can deposit their sorrows but who would care to take that little sorrow lying in my heart. Why would anyone. Who will notice that the pillow is not wet just by their tears but also due to my own. Who will care to see the real motive of being an sudden enemy. Who will care that the punches that they put it might hurt them a little but it hurts me worst.but why would anyone care, I am the one who needs to understand....I am the one...