Choices

They say,
Choices have the power to change lives,
They didn’t say they’d be your’s…

Vote for Apathy

They say even a Pavlovian Dog,
Stops salivating
To a light,
If food doesnt follow.

How then is my apathy not justified?

RE: Hey! How’s it going?

It’s not that I hate you,

I just don’t like you enough.

You could be here one moment

And fade away the next,

And I wouldn’t so much as bat an eyelid.

It’s not that I dislike the company,

I’ve just had better.

I’ve done my time

And assembled a cozy tribe

I’m sure you have too.

Why must we then pretend?

To co-depend,

When co-existence is all we need?

I’m sure you’re great and everything

That we like the same ice creams…

And share the same star-sign,

Or feel like there wasn’t anyone

Who could ‘get’ you ,

Until we found a glimmer of hope in each other.

Maybe you and I do hurt the same,

And maybe you too wish

That we’d go beyond our cursory ‘Hello’

And heal each other.

We could be Facebook buddies,

Random acquaintances who call once a while

Friends (with or without benefits),

Happy Neighbours,

Or Soul-twins joined at the hip.

If we could KNOW each other.

But where’s the time for that?

You have much to see,

And I have seen enough.

Have your world to yourself,

Leave mine to me.

And we should all be okay.

Do drop to share a customary, ‘Hello’ though,

I’d love to keep in touch,

Then again, that’s just fluff!

Do It Again…

The blunted lead grinds against

A paling leaf

Spewing out people,

Places and memories;

Some bitter, some sweet.

He looks at them unsatisfied

“Something doesn’t seem right”, he says.

As he angrily lays it all to waste and starts afresh.

Only this time, he replaces the bitter ones

With whatever goodness that comes to his mind.

“It should be perfect now”, he thinks smiling proudly

One click and his new creation is inked

On a virgin ivory sheet

“Look what I’ve made!”, he yells

As he runs out

And sees the unusual faces.

Some with familiar voices

But faces that do not match,

Others, the opposite.

He holds his head.

As the migraine pierces

Through his skull.

And a whirlpool of blackness

Swallows the room.

“This can’t be happening”, he yells frantically

As he tatters all that lies before him

Suddenly, it all comes to a standstill

And all that’s left is the writer,

With a sharp imagination,

And a blunt pencil…

Male Privilege and its Disadvantages

Hey everyone,

What I have uploaded here is a college assignment on Group Identity, Privilege and Disadvantages as part of my Personal and Interpersonal Development of the Counsellor Course. Since the internet (particularly certain blogs) was a great source of help for me while writing this essay, I decided to put my final product up on the internet as well. Should you choose to refer to, quote or borrow from this article for any purpose, I request that you acknowledge me as the author and link to http://justpazz.wordpress.com

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Group Identity

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Paras