April, Go Sleep in the Staircase!!

So,
For those of you who know me.
When i say “know me”
I definitely do not mean the “Hey what’s up man, How’s it going?” kind.
But, the ones who know my shameful acts as a person.
Those are the kind that really know us.
So,
give or take its probably less than 5% of the people who are reading this.
Anyways,
The fact that you know me or not, utterly has no significance to what I’m about to say.
So yes,
Those of you who” know me”
Know that i have a Dog and a Cat named April and Mike.
April’s the dog, And Mikes the Cat.
So i know you’re probably having the question,
Why would you name your dog “April”,
Like was he born in April or something.
Weird story,
So i always dreamt of naming my daughter April.
Well, obviously only if i had one.
Yeah, i know that it doesn’t make sense to give my dog the name instead.
And yeah that’s how i operate.
To name a Dog with the name of a daughter who is unborn when i can’t think of a name for the Dog that has been born.
And please don’t ask me,
Why mike?
That story is not mine to tell.
It’s my sisters.
She’s the one who named him.
So if you’ve managed to read through until this part, i for sure think you’re a survivor.
And no matter how weird the content goes.
I probably think you’ll read through it.
So,
Just another long day after work.
Stressed out,
I reach home.
I Open the Gates.
And April who has a fondness for whiling away half of his life sleeping at our stair case,
Comes running to me.
And he has a weird habit of not letting me go until he gets patted.
And man, you should see how excited he was to see me.
The energy, the love, it’s contagious you know?
If you’re not a dog lover, I’m not sure if you can relate.
If not, you for sure can.
Back to the story,
So i pet him for say a minute.
Open the doors,
Get into my room.
And there’s Mike.
Stretching his legs, and chilling out on my bed.
He watches me come in. Lifts his head up.
And back to where he was.
Not a damn reaction.
And i also noticed that the Ac was turned on.
So the picture I’m trying to paint here is a cat in a bed with AC turned on who doesn’t give a damn about who you are.
What a life?
Like seriously.
So, me being the shameless person that i am,go pet him as well, for i don’t know maybe for the next 10-15 minutes.
Now we arrive to the point if all of this Cat and Dog petting makes sense or not.
I hope it does.
I think we can relate this to our lives
I think all of us have friends in our lives like April and Mike.
Those who get excited when they see us, and shower their love upon us and still get to spend their lives outside our hearts, sleeping on a staircase for the most part of their lives.
And there are those who don’t care about what happens to us, but still get the attention, the luxury, and the love from us. They lie in our hearts forever.
They never reciprocate. And there we are, giving the best ambience in our hearts day in and day out.
We know for certainty, that the ones on the stair case are the ones who really deserve it.
But it’s the ones who don’t , who gets the AC with a cozy bed in our hearts.
Why?
I don’t know if April knew if there was a better spot than his stairway.
Because i did show him love, A 3 minute love. And he thought that was the only love i had and the one that i gave away.
Only do i know, that there is love that i shower to Mike for 15 minutes without him not giving an eye.
Here’s the tricky part in friendship.
The other person always thinks that they are being loved more than the other.
Little do they know, the places we’ve given them in our hearts.
And in most cases when the places that they’ve been given in our hearts gets reveled.
The dog gets out of the house.
And never comes back.
And this has led me to think,
That not everytime do we have a person always waiting to shower their love on us.
Let’s face it, Life goes on and sometimes people can’t make time even if they badly want to
So Josh, you say sometimes you come home and there’s nobody to give you the attention?
I’d say Yes.
For me i do have a connection, Someone who i can always be connected to.
And someone who always is ecstatic to hear my stories.
And he’s someone who is always frowned upon by “The Athiests”
Who would that be?
I don’t know,
Try figuring out.
At the end of the day,
All we need is someone who listens and cares for us.
And as humans we know there’s nobody who “always” gets us.
Other than the one who will not be named by the atheists :p
So If you’ve read this,
I’d say one thing to you.

Give the luxury of your time, love and energy for those who really deserve it.
Don’t let them sleep in the staircase of your heart.

Let them know it gets better inside that room with the Coolness of our love turned on

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A Commoner Vs A Priest.

Spoiler alert
*Christian Read with Everyday Values
If not a Christian,
It’s your choice.
If you are,
Still your choice*

Who’s more likely to believe in miracles?
Someone who’s devoted their lives to serve God.
Or Someone who goes about living their life doing chores at home?
I’d bet my chips on the former.
Wouldn’t you as well?
But here’s an interesting passage from Luke.
Where an old guy who while serving at the alter encounters a supernatural phenomenon.
He sees an Angle.
How’d you react to seeing an Angle?
Sad? Ecstatic? Scared?
Scared is the word!
And he was rightful to do so.
And then as crazy as things can get
“The Angel” looks at this old man who has come of age says probably with the angelic voice with a base tone like Morgan Freeman “Your wife will bring forth a child”
And just as you and I would raise brows,
This guy just had a plethora of unbelief.
Now let’s keep this aside.
Cut.Pan out.Scene two in a different town. Two plus months pass.
A women doing every day chores.
Cooking.Washing clothes. And what not.
Bam! De ja vu for the readers, Not for the women herself though.
It happens again.
Angel. Scared women.Angelic voice.”You shall give birth to a child who’ll save the world”.
Shocked.
And freeze.
And FYI she was a virgin.
So shock to the whole square (shock)2
And here’s where things changed.
The women who unlike the priest hasn’t dedicated her life to God.
Says,
Let your words come true.
And rest is History.
Jesus.Cross.Ressurection.Sins forgiven.Relationship restored.
So Josh?
What’s your point?
Well,
Sometimes we represent the Old guy,
One who’s devoted all our life to something and are trained or per se even thought to believe in miracles and yet doubt the impossible.
And there are others who just aren’t and yet believe in the impossible.
What’s the impossible you want to believe but just can’t wrap your head around it?

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Dribble,Pass,Shoot !!!

I am a lot of things,
But one thing, I sure am not, is a basketball enthusiast.
Then why would you even start off with basketball terminologies?
Well,
That’s what amateur writers do.
But anyways,
Let’s Go Dribble my scribbles and Pass my write up and shoot yourself after reading’em.
I was kidding about the shooting part,
Don’t do it!

Pass the Ball!!
Ohhh!! That was close Bro.
Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!
Yayy!!

And on and on went the chattering slogans of the so called “basketball players” who were playing the game of basketball at our office play area.
Fun.Laughter.Anger.sweaty group hugs and what not.
As I watched them play I was lost in thoughts about the game of Basketball.
What makes it Interesting?
What would you call a bunch of people running around throwing ball ?
And shouting.
And doing just that?
Would that be fun?
I don’t know.
You tell me.
For one thing.
The Target of throwing the ball into the loop is what makes the game of basketball interesting.
Surprisingly that’s what makes basketball basketball right?
Wouldn’t the players be a bunch of lunatics if they just went around running, dribbling and passing ?
Every pass and every dribble made is aimed towards one end result.
To sway the ball into the loops.
This make me think about our lives.
Shouldn’t we be called a bunch of lunatics if we keep doing things in our lives like,
Going to school.
College.
Getting a job.
Getting married.
And dying?
I think these are the dribbles and passes in our lives.
But what about the ball going through the loop in our lives?
There’s got to be an end that we are going towards.
Like a ball making its way towards the loop.
I’m not gonna jump into an argument of “There is an end”
I’m getting into the question of “Should one be ?”
Shouldn’t our lives have an ending much better that the unmeaning full.
School,
College, Work,Marriage,Kids, and Death?
Just keep these thoughts aside for a jiffy.
Rules,
Rule Maker.
Would you believe me if I told you that basketball as a game was created by someone?
I don’t know you tell me.
Will you?
Would you believe me if I told you the game of basketball just popped into existence and that there’s no intelligence behind it?
I don’t know you tell me.
I mean a game just can’t pop into existence Josh right?
Questions like why did they create this game doesn’t pop up in our heads when we play the game does it?
Except for nutcrackers like me.
Did the guy invent it so that the people should have fun.
Or that he should have fun.
Again,
I don’t know.
But he sure put one gun of a game.
The rules put by the creator is what makes the game interesting.
I mean imagine basketball without a border line to play in.
Keep one loop in the north pole and one in the south.
Looks good?
Not really, At Least to me.
We don’t go around questioning why are the lines so close.
Why loops?Why not garbage cans?
They have a hollow loop and darn it it can catch the ball too.
But we don’t.
And just like the loops and lines written already.
Rules of life are written to make our lives interesting.
Some say rules are meant to be broken.
Punch a guy in basketball.
Once you’re given a warning.
You keep doing it again and you’re out.
Rules when broken everytime aren’t cool and funny.
And every rule can’t be questioned.
Just like the why loops not cans?
So do you believe there a guy who created the game of basketball?
And that the game just didn’t pop into existence?
I don’t know.
You tell me.
One thing I know,
I sure am a guy who believes that the game of basketball just didn’t pop into existence.
What about you?
Let me know your answers in the comment below.

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Devouring a heart

They told me that,
I don’t really understand the emotions of an another person.
Smiling when I’m supposed to be mum.
Joking when I’m supposed to be listening.
And the list goes on.
But gulping down one heart at a time and looking at the person beside you lying there in agony.
That for sure,
Is something that i enjoy.
Call me a sadist.
Call me a sociopath.
I’ll leave the naming to you.
I wouldn’t make everyone fall under the spectrum of devouring a heart.
But,
I know most of the people who do.
Some just give away their hearts just out of a compulsive norm.
Why?
I mean why would you want to give away your precious little heart to someone when it belongs safe with you.
But I wouldn’t blame them for it.
They probably are the good ones.
Unlike me.
But here’s the norm,
Here’s the thing that people want you to do
“Give away your heart to someone who isn’t willing to pay the price for it”
I mean yes,
I appreciate you going around giving your precious little heart to someone you just met.
But to expect the same out of everyone is something i frown upon.
Things like these fall under the “free will”
And i’d like to stay in the area of “Devouring hearts”
Simply Because i love eating little hearts.
If you want one why bother?
Just give 5 bucks to the store and its all yours.
My “little heart” stays with me and yes i can’t share them with you
And yes you don’t deserve their savour.
Because you weren’t willing to pay the price to eat it.

While i paid the price for it at the local store!!

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I don’t hate eggs, only the ways its been cooked.

I’ve always been a person who isn’t inclined towards eating eggs.
Vegans, Yes,in the “Non-vegan world” that is something that’s frowned upon.
So stop acting surprised.
I’ve seen people who drool and crave as a plate of boiled eggs pass by them.
But I was never one of them.
I always stayed in the land of the “Men who don’t crave over eggs”.
I’ve always pondered upon the thought on how the people in ” Men who crave for eggs” land can actually crave looking at eggs.
Will I ever have that crave for eggs in my life?
Will I ever love eggs?
Never.
Never wasn’t forever until I saw a plate of bread omelets.
So delicately cooked.
So elegantly garnished.
The smell.
The taste.
Wow.
That’s when I realised.
I don’t hate eggs.
I just hate the predominant ways it has been cooked.
Where am I going with all this “Egg stories” which makes no sense?

Here it is,
I’ve realised that as we grew up we hated a lot of things.
We hated math because of the way it was taught.
We hated schools because of the way they educated us.
We hated love because of someone who expressed it in the wrong way.
We hated friends because they broke our trusts.
We hated God because he didn’t answer our prayers.
What if all these were just like the predominant ways the “eggs were cooked”
The ways which you always hated.
And the ways which led you to your conclusion on the respective matters in life.
There are still ways in which the eggs are cooked in this world that you haven’t eaten and they taste delicious.
There are friends who shower friendship in the right way.
There is love that’s expressed in the right way.
There is education taught in the right way.
And there is a God who still answers prayers.
And when you find the right thing.
It’s going to be excessively delicious.
Excessively elegant and
Excessively amazing, that you’re gonna start loving those “eggs” again.

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Arjun Reddy

Arjun Reddy in a word is a “psychotic” tale,
In every way.
For me,
My first impression of the movie was that it was nothing more than an on screen abuse.
A person who doesn’t give a damn about those around him.
Who makes others calls.
Who can’t get a hold of himself when he looses his mind.
That’s all i got.
And i still go with these statements post the goosebumps part of the couple getting together in the climax.
Arujun Reddy is a maniac !!
Though i admired few of the principles Arjun lived by,
Not everything were admirable.
A guy who knew not to lie was blinded when it came to his anger.
I’m taken aback by the ray of hope he held on to.
Would’ve been a logical plot if the well educated one learned to let go of his anger.
But we live in world where there are a lot of educated maniacs, So I’d not push away the Character sculpting of the director as unrealistic.
The open minded “I don’t give a damn about the society,the people, nor my friends” was intriguing but not practical in the world we live.
If one says he lives by this statement he, at some point would contradict his statement, Intentionally or unintentionally.
The Screen play and the cinematography were vibrant.
Right hooks at the right place  is what i think.
And i’d end the review  with the statement that i quoted earlier,
Arjun Reddy is a mania !!
A maniac who fell in love.
A maniac who had a few good friends,
And a  loyal Dog.

#ArjunReddy #LatePost #Review
#Maniac

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Variables and Constants

Here’s the thing,
Predominantly,People are variables.
In the constant of life.
There will always be those who are like public static variables who’ll always be accessible from another class.
But there will also be people who are private variables.
Who’ll only be accessible from inside a particular class.
In this case, A particular season of life.
Their scope ends within the class.
You can’t expect those variables to be accessible outside their class.
Per se,
The people you become friends with for a shorter span of time.
Are private variables.
Don’t make the assumption that they are public static variables.
Always remember,
What has been declared is what it is in programming.
If life is to be interpreted as a program.
I tend to believe the one who code has made the right declarations for the program to run.

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