Guest Post #1 - Igloo On The Beach

http://iglooonthebeach.blogspot.in/2016/01/serious-11-words-for-true-identity.html

It used to be our laughter that made me cry,

not the pain;

Your silly attempts at making me smile,

would always crack me a up a little bit.

Now you're gone, 

taking the fresh air along;

Being alone is okay with me,

but the loneliness tears me apart.

Things were different before,

when I hadn't told about my true self,

at least your eyes weren't full of hatred,

and your face not disgusted.

You're making me feel as though I've betrayed you,

you're behaving all different, that's all;

But as a friend you should be happy,

that I'm being who I actually am, and not hiding behind some veil.

A veil of fake emotions 

is what was protecting me all this while,

from people like them, from people like you

who wouldn't accept me the way I actually am.

Now you're gone, 

taking the fresh air along;

Being alone is okay with me,

but the loneliness tears me apart.

This is a poem I literally just wrote in two minutes. It can be perceived in many ways, but I'd like to steer it in the direction of a man who's friend has stopped talking to him because he admitted to being gay. Something I don't understand is why there is discrimination in this world. Let's narrow it down to discrimination on the basis of sexuality or self-identity. Why is it so hard for us not only as individuals, but also as a nation, to accept these differences? Why can't we just live with it by accepting the fact that there are different category of people on our planet, instead of dismissing them like they're not human. Just because this idea had evolved recently and is comparatively newer than the very conventional two genders or types of sexuality, doesn't mean it's wrong. Ever heard of evolution? This may just be another form of it. Just like we have different types of bees, fish, dogs and other animals, why can't we, for the sake of humanity, drop our "I'm the king/queen of the animal kingdom" ego and categorise ourselves into different types of humans? 

To be very, very honest, if a Eunuch lands up at my house asking for money, I'd be startled too. But what other choice do they have? It's our society itself that doesn't accept them, or provide them with jobs to enable them to be independent. The human race would honestly be a lot happier if everyone just accepted each other the way they are.

Thanks a ton for reading, comment down below with your views on the topic, please do share the post; it is a very important topic, and must be dealt with!

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In The Night

I have named it 'In the night' because it is this song by The Weeknd which inspired me to write on this issue. The base story includes a f real-life experiences of a go-go dancer so as to make it sound more realistic.

She isn't the regular white-collar worker. She is of the stuff what werewolves are generally made of- she isn't at night what she seems to be in the daytime.

It was her first night at the club.
Stiff and unable to find the groove in the song's rhythm, she tried to shimmy into it with her eyes closed. It was when she opened her eyes that she discovered the hush about her.

Tattooed men in pony tails and handkerchiefs banded around their foreheads, women in black-leather vests and hot pants, and smoke so dense she didn't even see the first beer bottle hurtling through it. When it crashed a few feet to her left the bartender flew after it and yelled at her to just keep dancing. Somehow, amid the hooting, booing and catcalls, she did.
"Go back to the convent where ya came from!" came a voice from the ruckus as another couple of bottles landed on either side of her. She had set out to make $20 as one of the three girls dancing that night, and she wasn't leaving without it. She danced in a trance. 

Her nine-to-five, five-day-a-week job as secretary to the hospital administrator at the City Hospital netted her only a bit more for the week than her Saturday job, moonlighting as a go-go dancer. Somewhere amidst the paper bills and the crowd of slugs writhing and leering at her she discovered herself pirouetting on the nefarious beats. It wasn't her fate, it was her obligation. An obligation to reimburse the $20 she was being paid, an obligation to dance not because she loved to but because it was her means of subsistence, an obligation to enthral the inhuman douchebags with her physical comeliness because she was a woman.

As the sweat pours down my fishnet stockings, these guys think they're gonna take me home and score, while I'm wondering if I can throw in a load of laundry before I heat up the leftover lasagna.
~An anonymous go-go dancer

The Chemistry Between Hearts

The pupils forged ahead like warriors do on hearing the war siren. 'Thank you ma'am!' This time it was a concise one, unlike the usual extended syllables one. After all, it was the lunch break.

Everybody stormed through the battlefield, ready to foray, but one retreated. No, he wasn't a coward. He was the bravest. The staunchest. 

'So you were waiting for me.' said a voice which emanated from his posterior.

'Yes, Anaya.' 

'How come you still remember me?'

'You know why.'

And there they advanced, on the war-struck land, which had now been at peace due to evacuation. Holding each other's hands they strided, marching with the same gait, like soldiers with patriotism in their hearts. It was love, not voluptuousness.

'I love you, Anaya.'

'Love you too.'

Herein she reduced to what she was- a faint memory. Memory, which he had held captive in his mind all these days, memories which made him forget she was not in this world anymore. Memories, which made her a part of him.

The elements in their hearts formed covalent bonds which could never be separated from each other.
~The Chemistry Between Hearts ❤

Love has a perpetual succession- Men may come and men may go but love goes on forever. Love never dies.                              

In the memory of my late grandmother. Love you DADI! You'll always be alive in my memory. May your soul rest in peace!

Rat Race In The Corporate World

Rat race is an endless, self-defeating and pointless pursuit. It conjures up the futile efforts of a lab rat trying to escape while running around a maze or a wheel. There is no end to it.

In a day, people spend about 7 hours sleeping, 2 to 3 hours watching TV, doing household chores or enjoying some private time with siblings, spouses or their children, and another 2 to 3 hours relaxing or socialising with friends, maybe. The rest of the time, about 10 to 12 hours, is spent at the workplace.

This implies that about 50% of your life revolves around the place you work. So dragging yourself to work every day, dreading interacting with your colleagues and avoiding your boss will get you nowhere. To quote Confucius, "Do not do unto others what you don't want others to do unto you." Change your attitude before you expect others to modify their attitude towards you. This way you can sustain in this rat race.

But looking at this from another point of view, at the bright side, competition breeds progress. Innovative products, remarkable technologies and consumer convenience are just a few examples of how competition improves our lives on a daily basis.

"The trouble with rat race is that even if you win, you're still a rat," according to Lily Tomlin.

If you love being a rat, do it.

I MATTER

I'm not air

I'm not water

Neither am I food

Nor a desire that you long for

No, you don't need me

And can definitely live without me

But darling, i do matter.

I can feel the air blowing for me

My heart pounding for me

The Sun propagating light

The Moon beaming and

The ants crushed beneath my feet dying

FOR ME

Ego is your nature

Nature is my ego

And as i tread past the eternal lake

Which contemplates my mortal anatomy

Birds chirping over me

And the calm sky gazing at me

I whisper to myself

I Matter. I do.