Ghost named Bobby

He always used to wear Yellow Pants and  a Pink shirt, sometimes accessorized with a white feather hat and pink stilettos.

It happened around 10 years back, in a small sub urban town called Rosemont in the north east of the capital of state of Washington. The class of 2003 at rosemont high school had a very eccentric peculiar looking kid named Bobby, he was a sweet shy little kid always on his own. He was 17, perhaps at that time he didn't know it, that he was different from other guys, they had different choices. So when one day his elder sister suggested that, "Maybe, Bobby, you are gay", he didn't accept it at first, he found it insanely weird, but gradually he realized it was true and decided it was time to come out of the closet. 

Kids at school made fun of him, taunted him, locked him in the lockers but determined as Bobby was, he was also a big grudge holder. He silently tolerated every mockery, every mistreatment until one day it got too much, he was wearing yellow pants, pink shirt and pink shoes in school, fellow students, teachers and every person at school snorted and laughed upon looking at him. It was the height of humiliation when he found out his own parents didn't accept him that way. He went to the top of the school building and jumped without a second thought. 

To this day, boys of the class of 2003, regret they ever made fun of Bobby, the gay ghost.

The tales have become legendary after that one long winter night, a little boy claimed that he was being touched at inappropriate parts of his body by a gust of wind. Similar story after a few days with another boy, thus began the series of terror for the boys of class of 2003 of Rosemont high school, where Bobby, the gay ghost, once went.

Today he is a free horny but happy ghost, sometimes he hangs out in London, the city of fashion, sometimes he is present at the fashion shows in NYC, sometimes his presence is felt in the men's try room at Giorgio Armani in Milan. Though he never lets his school buddies forget his touch, visits them all frequently, even though they are all settled with families, but for them, the name Bobby still makes them go pee in their pants and makes their wives insecure. A few of them were once sighted in the supporting parade of Parents & Friends of Lesbians and Gays (PFLAG) hoping to get on the good side of Bobby, but that only made Bobby visit them all that very night, reminding them that it was not good enough. 

Thus that is how the tale of ''the lives and loves of Bobby, the gay ghost'' begun..

(to be continued..)

Spiritualism or Business-ism

Okay the whole idea of a guru or a spiritual leader is bollocks.
The idea irritates me to go red in my face. No offense to people who follow these people, I, for one DO NOT support their lifestyle.
Take the Art of living founder for starters, He found the art of living, he is an overall global spiritual leader, but, forgive me 'GURUJI' I don't see you much helping or supporting your own down trodden country. I never saw you coming forward, using your influence for all the rape victims in our country, instead you go to SAN JOSE and give lecture about non-violence, you are travelling across the globe, visiting Canada, meditating in Korea, instead of doing reforms in this poor country where people want someone with that amount of influence to fight for justice. Dude do something that would actually count for your existence. The kind of power that you could summon would might actually do something good here. But hey dollars are better than INR's isn't it.
I don't even want to begin how this whole thing is more of a profession for capitalism instead of reformism.
Don't get me started on Baba Ramdev. I have never seen a baba gaining fame quicker than he got. Like 15 seconds not 15 minutes type of thing.
and the amount of influence that he's got, the kind of media frenzy these people could gather could actually bring justice a little more closer. I never heard about him fighting against the injustice done to the women in his own damn country.
Oh how can we forget Baba Assa Ram ji BAPU, my foot. yeah, "called the rapist bhaiya" that would do the trick, how utterly moron can you actually be.
I cannot even begin on the lady spiritual leader of my own country cause they are all stinking power money hungry douches.

'Sanyas' means leaving all the worldly possessions and materialism to live a life of a saint. living for god, the only meaning of life is to worship god and gain moksh (eternal peace and freedom)

But I am sorry to acquaint you that these spiritual leaders are the MOST materialistic people ever, they travel in luxury cars, use uber classy technology, have highest paying contacts as 'bhagats' (followers), there are even classes of tickets like the VIP section, the gold section, the medium section when they come to deliver lectures of EQUALITY, Non-DISCRIMINATION. I mean WHAT-the Hell is that all about.
The bigger idiots are the people who are paying them (the so called saints) to teach them (the people) how-to-live. CRAZY, I must say.
People pay these kinda people, corrupt politicians and the consequences are as follows: Who is the one suffering? well, we all know the answer to that.

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Compromise

com·pro·mise 

 

/ˈkämprəˌmīz/

Meaning- Settlement, Conciliation, coming to mutual terms with someone.

In life one always don't get, what one really wants. 
That is why, we introduced the word compromise in our dictionary. 
Its one way for those who don't get what they want, to move on in life.
Compromise helps us to acknowledge that life goes on. It helps to see the world is moving forward every second. 

Poetry is the most simple and deepest form of expressing love. not everyone can do that. and not everyone has someone who can do it for them. but that's not the sad part. the sad part is when there IS someone who is writing words for you that passionately because they either can't say it to you which is why they write and choose not to send them to you because somehow they know that, to you, it doesn't matter. or maybe you don't want to hear it from them. yes that's the sad part. 

Either you wait for the person who'd make you feel special or you wait, for yourself to become that person for someone else, in one way or the other, some one makes a compromise that we choose not to ever tell the world. slowly and slowly it becomes one of the bitter truths that we eventually learn to live with. 

#Only a lucky few fall in love with their compromises.

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There are always two sides to a story.

Remember the coin that Harvey Dent had (in the Dark Knight), the one which had faces on both sides (almost similar), yeah I am not talking about that. I am talking about a normal coin which can be refereed to any normal situation. Whatever happens, its our choices that makes us truly what we are and as spiderman said, there is always a choice, no matter what.
so from today, instead of looking at the dark gloomy face of the coin, I am going to look at the brighter side of it.
why should I allow anyone to upset my mood, or give me a hard time. I am my own ruler and I am going to do what I want to do, and I am always going to have a choice of choosing the right or the wrong, but whatever choice I make, its mine, profoundly, single handedly, mine.