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You can live in me, die in me, do all your dirty stuffs in me but boy you can never get out of me.                                                                                                                       " UNIVERSE" As a child, I always wanted to step out of this universe and experience a whole new life but those scientists and there idiotic superfluous theories attenuated my desire with the redundant knowledge they provided me, as I became wiser, or to say, became one of the many following what was said to be based on inexplicable experiments. I never wanted to asphyxiate my imagination by the skeptical theories which either got proven wrong or extended to new dimensions making it even more dubious than its predecessor. To get started with Newton’s easy comprehensible principles was easy. Just three laws that too with minimal interference with my fantasy. It was a cakewalk to say that the earth would cease to revolve around sun and continue its tr

Yes I am a girl. A girl of a double standard, biased, hypocrit ical Indian society. I have endured oppression for generations. Be it murdering me prematurely, be it being considered a burden after the birth, be it eschewing me from education, be it being called someone destined to do household chores, be it marrying me at a tender age, be it being bitten by a drunkard husband, be it being asked to cover my face for inexplicable reasons, be it all the pains and trauma I have been through, I survived.  I am also a girl of a society where males worship me. They go berserk to have a glimpse of me in temples. They even travel miles, barefoot, to please me. But, ironically, this devotion is subjected only to my idols. When it comes to the living ‘me’ the sheer lasciviousness of the same humans shakes me from within. I wonder if they thought of me in the same way when they came to my idols or may be the blunt weapons prevented them from doing so. I never understood this hypocritic

Enraged over the plummeting shares, vexed with dawdling projects, envious of colleague's progress, annoyed with capricious girlfriend's demands, then have a breath of serenity and have an eye on the most satiated humans on the planet with an ultimate wisdom to adore the once of a lifetime gift  "The Life".  Italians have always been the laziest being savouring every bit of that comes in their way. Whether a brisk morning walk or an amiable chat across the road they believe in doing it as if they have all the time of universe making the whole modus operandi slower than an eel but that is what it takes to generate a euphorian way of living life.  Behind all kerfuffle and hullabaloo of highly perturbed life there is still this way of engaging oneself, a life meant only for self, a time meant only to relish, but wait do our own self, our ego would allow us to do such an idiotic, impolitic, imprudent demeanour which may culminate in alienating us from a so