Wednesday, June 29, 2016


Quote Unquote Love

There are two things our society seems to be absolutely obsessed with, a) falling in love and b) losing weight. Okay maybe it is too much to blame the entire society for something that seems to be a common phenomenon on my Facebook page. Yes people are obsessed with more than these two things, but I am not really interested in those at this moment. Now that I've refuted all your scholarly claims, I'd like to go on with this piece of brain fart. Thank you very much.

So falling in love. There are all these wonderful quotes on Facebook and elsewhere too I guess, telling me to fall in love with this one and not that one or sometimes no one. There's all the wisdom about loving right and left. Love oh my you must. For love is

I read all this beautiful advice. I even like (press a button and like, not just mere words) them sometimes, mostly when I'm PMSing or have just eaten a hearty meal. Then there are days like these when I am just horribly cynical and real about every thing. 

Anyhow so I read all these lovely quotes about fostering romance. I read one today, which said something like: Love someone who lets you act crazy and doesn't make you act normal. Excuse my unromantic paraphrasing. When I read this I was like okay I'll do as you say. Love the crazy one, the one on the left, the one who makes me laugh. Cool let's say I'm loving it. But hey genius, quote writer you forgot the part where that other person has to love you back. Maybe you can write a quote telling the other person to fall back in love with the one who acts crazy. Otherwise your lovely advice is crap.

Hah horribly real. Sorry (not) for breaking your quote bubble. 

Now let me unleash my cheesy cynicism. Love is a two way street. You love someone they don't, love cancelled, move on till you find a street which makes you say "fuck was I thinking?". If your traffic sense is as bad as mine then stick to the pavements. Walk along watching out for traffic on either side of the streets just in case you need to cross over to the pavement on other side.  


I know this won't stop cheesy quotes on Fb. Hopefully with this blog I've added a few terrible ones to the collection. 

And now before you conclude that I am in love and utterly sad. I'd be writing kickass poems if that were true. I'm writing this because I'm just tired of being to told to fall in love, like my entire existence depends on it. Exactly how I'm tired of being told to be thinner, smarter, richer etc. Somehow we've made everyone believe that something has to happen to them, when in real it might happen to a few people like almost every other thing in this world. 

Stop it. 


Thursday, February 25, 2016

Library: a love note

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There are rows and rows of books as far as I can see. Economics, business and marketing are behind me, probably staring at my head as I type. In front of me lie shelves full of social science, ethnicity, migration and who knows what else. The librarian does or the person who walks by every now and then, arranging and rearranging books in these shelves. It’s hard to believe that this person knows the location of every book on this floor, or even the entire library. A remarkable, rather envious skill.

If a library could speak, it would have such wonderful things to say. But it waits to be read. Every now and then someone comes by with the capacity and motivation to absorb everything it has give. Otherwise the library just sits there for years, holds all that spectacular, often dark and mysterious knowledge within in itself.

Every now and then it watches a lost soul wander into its alleys and find itself by just looking at a part of one of the numerous shelves that wait to enlighten. It must feel great when some one comes back to the same shelf looking for more.

It’s a busy place, the library, bustling with students in the day time. More of them during exam time. As the night descends it becomes the solace of a few. Those who stay behind with it, because its peace embraces their lonely souls. The smell of books, and the silence of concentration inspires them to open up their minds and absorb the knowledge that drifts in its corridors.

Then there are those who have no where else to be. They find their little corner and think of it as their home. Outside they feel lost, isolated. Inside they have the company of thousands of books. Some books they look at, and some books look at the back of their head as they type their first ever love note to a new friend in a strange town.