Mid life crisis

Mid-life crisis is when everyone around you is getting married.
The time when deep down inside, you are actually worried.

You have no clue where your life is heading.
You experience moments, the ones which you have been dreading.

Your ex gets married and is blessed with a baby boy.
While, when at McD, you still expect a happy meal and a toy.

People make references about you growing old.
And you wish to punch them in the face, bruised and cold.

You plan for your Masters but that doesn’t happen.
Everyone moves ahead and this gets you maddened.

You start caring less about your hairstyle or the length of your tie.
And the receding hairline or the beautiful moon in the night.

You give more importance to words like career, ambition, work and promotion.
While giving none for stuff like family, beach, chill out and attraction.

You put on a suit and wish ‘Happy Married Life’ to your peers.
But the thought of you going nowhere is something that you fear.

You keep reminding yourself that the good is yet to come.
And that everything will be perfectly back to square one.

However, when you continue procrastinating, you know this ain’t true.
You know you have got problems in your head which aren’t few.

I’m going through a mid-life crisis myself and there are many things to fear.
If only I could say, “Fuck this shit, I am out of here”.

                                                                                           – asrartheone

Failure is man’s best teacher, I guess

It’s 3AM here and I’m trying hard to sleep.
But deep down inside, I’m beginning to weep.

How could I lose that match when I was so confident of winning?
How could I be so careless when the trophy was about all I was dreaming?

Three years down the lane without any major tournament win,
is pretty hard for a snooker player to easily sport a grin.

This was my chance to be just for all my hard work.
But at the exact moment, not sure why but I didn’t give a fuck.

It reminded me of my earlier times when I had lost.
Thought of quitting right then; I was that distraught.

Something inside me whispered that I’m closer to winning.
I listened to that voice and continued practicing.

A few minor wins and suddenly a major loss.
Believe me, it’s harder than splitting with Kate Moss.

I remember skipping classes and training sessions years ago.
Friends would be coding and I’d be playing from 9 to 4.

They would roam the city and watch movies on cable.
But all I was interested in were the six corners of a snooker table.

I remember Dad shouting on me and friends making fun of me.
Because I was obsessed with the green baize even in the hours of wee.

But I had faith that the hard work would pay one day.
And I’m pretty sure the day hasn’t come, even today.

Failure is man’s best teacher, I guess.
Need to learn to get over it, like putting on a new dress.

There isn’t a need to carry excess baggage in tow.
And I have come a really long way to give up right now.

I wouldn’t care if you still make fun of me and try to poke.
I’ll be happily practicing snooker while YOU’LL be the joke!

                                                                                                    – asrartheone

Please walk away from me

I would love to sit down and bang some sense into you.
But then I realize that your brain is all messed up with dew.

I take friendship seriously and don’t treat it like a clown.
Then why the fuck do you always have that frown?

When not attending a party, I expect you to sit down and ask me the reason.
Don’t just call me a dumb modafucka and blame me for treason.

I expect you to understand my plight for not attending.
But you don’t give a fuck; friendship for you is like bartending.

A drinker is down, another one is up.
Even recollecting their names for you is sometimes pretty tough.

Then how can I expect you to remember my favorite sport?
Or my hobbies, my interests and other things to note?

You had whispered about chocolates and I instantly bought them to you.
For me, it shows that I do, indeed, care for you.

Then you accuse me of being unfriendly, rude and ungentlemanly.
But to this day, I maintain that I wasn’t wrong – pretty fucking confidently.

I remember cancelling many parties just for you, in the hour of need.
Now when you have a birthday plan up your sleeve, you don’t give a fuck about me?

I despise you as a pussy for always running behind your girlfriend.
You don’t have the balls to clear it out with me over a weekend!

I respect women folk a lot and let me put this straight.
Don’t you ever tell me that I haven’t got it in me, mate.

If you do, back it up with some fucking proof.
Don’t’ just ignore and vanish like a spoof.

You might be thinking that it makes you look cool.
Newsflash! By the laws of stupidity, you are a registered fool!

I respect the institution of friendship and take lots of pride in it.
But for you, it’s all a meaningful joke, you little dimwit.

I don’t give a fuck if you don’t turn back at me.
In fact, without your dumbass company, I feel so free.

I’m very bad at faking emotions you see.
So please pack your bags and walk the fuck away from me!

                                     – asrartheone 

How a cab driver became a real-life hero for me . .

Ever wondered why God is so kind to us all, even after us all behaving like spoilt kids? Why he showers needy farmlands with rain while we spend the day carelessly wasting water? I had an interesting encounter today; you’ll find an answer to the above question here.

With my bike resting at the service center, I decided to hop on a bus while returning home from office. At the bus stop, many office cabs often slow down looking for prospective passengers as they too head the same way and it helps the driver pocket easy bucks. One such car stopped and after enquiring if it’s heading my way, I took a seat inside. The car was well maintained and the driver was very polite. And within no time, I dozed off.

About 10 minutes, I woke up to the sound of a lady bargaining with the driver regarding the fare. The driver quietly accepted whatever she gave him but what he did next grabbed my attention. Instead of pocketing the money, he reached out for a white box on his right side, safely dropped the money inside the box and carried on with his ride. There was something written on the box; my grandma glasses came to my rescue as I read ‘This is for Social Causes’ written on the white box. I immediately took him as a fraud and framed the following picture – he gains sympathy from passengers, they drop more money and when everyone leaves, he simply pockets the whole amount. Good for him.

With this in mind, I decided to question him when I’m the last guy in the car since I didn’t want to embarrass him in front of others. But when he answered after my curious questioning, it fucking blew my mind!

It turns out – it wasn’t an office cab; it was his own car. Through the white box, he is actually collecting money to support the educational needs of poor children. He proudly says that he has sponsored one child till now and you can see the happiness on his face. Boy, that’s some sight! Furthermore, he isn’t a cab driver or something. In fact, he’s a research student at IIIT Hyderabad – one of the best research institutes in the whole of India! In geeky circles around here, getting a research seat in IIIT is like hitting the jackpot. He explained to me that instead of simply going to college from home and back, he slows down at bus stops and lets people inside his personal car so that he can make a few bucks on the way and add it to his ‘Social Causes’ bank, helping little children learn how to write and all.

I had goosebumps after hearing his story. And here I was, a lame ass who had him pinned as a fraud on first sight. I won’t forgive myself for this.

And if you’re wondering why God is kind to us after all the evil that we engage in, it’s because of such good people. And it is because of pious people like him that the world runs in tandem.

He fucking stole the day for me, today.

And made me realize that THERE IS STILL GOOD IN THIS WORLD.

You just cannot behave with me this way

It might be a good thing if my talk makes you laugh.
But please don’t look down upon me as a dwarf.

Cracking jokes and engaging in good banter is my folly.
But sometimes, your reaction takes the ‘j’ out of jolly.

At the end of the day, smiles are shared and good time is passed.
But don’t jump over my emotions in this way, not-so-fast.

Thinking of me as a joker and not a well-wisher is a mistake.
I am a human being with feelings which are definitely not fake.

When I tell you that talking about ‘something’ offends me in a way,
it means that I am pretty fucking serious about it by means of all fair play.

But when you ignore the above and expect me to be taken for granted,
looks like you don’t respect me as a person, making me feel unwanted.

And when I sense things to be going this way.
I’ll quietly chart my own way and walk away.

Neither am I a little piece of shit nor an ill-fated fish.
And you just cannot behave with me as and when you wish.

But if you still think that you can have your way,
well, FUCK YOU and have a nice day!

                                                               –          asrartheone

Let go of your insecurities, I would say . . .

Let go of your insecurities, I would say.
Be honest-to-heart and in the end, it would pay.

You failed to pick the correct trouser for Monday.
How does that give you the right to criticize my fashion sense any day?

I know you secretly harbor a massive ego.
Which, I’m pretty sure, you’ll never let go.

When you raise your voice trying to be the bigger man,
Hoping for it to be admired by every clan,
And secretly praying for that dreaded thing to not happen,
Of which you nest some insecurity equal to the size of The Grand Canyon.

When you wickedly laugh at other’s expense,
And ridicule the good chaps who come to their defense,
You know pretty well that you’re standing on a fence,
Which, between the real and illusion, acts as a trench.

In fact, the same thing happened to you.
Felt ashamed, embarrassed and to your shelf you withdrew.
Even though there was nothing at all to feel that way.
Yet it was your insecurity that dragged you all the way.

When the one in front of you prefers silence to be golden,
Pretty please don’t take it as an opportunity to offend.

You might act tough and hard all day.
Yet I’ll look upon you as a fucking insecure chap anyway.

                                                                                                                        – asrartheone

Why is it so hard to bid goodbye to dear ones?

Why is it always so hard to bid goodbye to a dear one?” ran through my mind as I traced my steps back from the airport to my home. I had just dropped off a close friend as he moves ahead for greener pastures in the West. It all happened so rapidly – the quick mention of the good times we have had, the hugs, the emotional goodbyes, the promise to meet again and then ……

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This is a season of goodbyes for me. My close friends circle is slowly breaking in to individual lines with every one of them leaving Hyderabad either for studies or for a job, including me. One left for Canada, another leaves for the U.S today while the other one leaves for Saudi Arabia in a month and I’ll be heading to a different city in India at around the same time.  In the very beginning, we used to be a gang of 10-15 here in Hyderabad, reminiscing the fun school days when at IISR, staying up late at night, discussing almost everything under the moon and gulping down yummy Hyderabadi Biryani.

Slowly that number reduced to just 5-6 as many left to the Gulf and the States to pursue jobs (and then get married) and very soon it’ll be down to nil.

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I am lucky to have some amazing friends who have stood by me in thick and thin. The only thought that worries me is that, after the goodbye, I am not sure if I’ll be able to meet ‘em all together.

After coming back home and feeling low while pondering over the same, I may have found an answer to my question. It is hard to bid goodbye because they are the ones who understand you in the best possible way. It is hard because they started being your friend without glancing at your wallet or your contact list. It is hard because they are living ambassadors of true friendship.

And you should treasure them!