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Incapability of Becoming Someone’s Favorite

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There must be a scarcity in me, in my character. And this is the reason perhaps why people secretly ignore me. No I'm not one of that attention seekers who intentionally do mistakes in order to grab criticism. However my mistakes are undaunted, I deliberately do mistakes to make myself free. Free from any criticism or any judgment. I couldn't be somebody's best person, I believe there must be a reason behind it. Yesterday I was watching a YT Video where a famous vlogger revealed for the first time about his love interest. He spoke out her name and eventually exposed her picture . And he declared that it's not an overnight story, it took long 6 years to have such faith in their relationship. They are now pretty sure of themselves and of the relationship. So that he, in front of thousand millions of people delineated his love story with her. He added in this same video that she is his strength, his "backbone". That is my point of today's discuss
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Intellectual Outcast

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In this evening an idea, rather a doubt strikes me suddenly. Are the intellectuals meant to be treated as outcasts?  What should be the answer I don't care. But more I care about is the treatment with the personalities called intellectuals. We who love literature and have a huge academic years of enrollment know how hard we strive for being an intellectual on this field. Yet at the end what we get? The negligence or ignorance from people. I'm not talking about entire social reactions. I'm simply taking an instance from a family get together where everyone is very happy in chit-chat but you can not interpret or involve as closely as the other participants can. Do you ever feel this? I felt it very often. I mean whenever a family wedding or any thing is going on I become all of a sudden an outcast. A person who has nothing to do with the gossips or the snobbish aristocracy really feels disconnected or dislocated or isolated in such situations. They neither be acc
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Memories Come Back

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And simply I am waiting for the nightfall. To sleep. To see you in my dream. It is winter and most of the creatures of the world go back for an endless slumber till spring arrives and rejuvenates the eternal beauty of nature. How awfully splendid! I mean, this long sleep. One may complete one's life in one dream. No intruder happens to meet in this vacation. Life is not all about the things that happen in our day to day business. It is something more. Something that never comes to be true is also holding the significance of living. It becomes worthwhile when you think - I have to live for making those dreams true. Some are indeed unnatural, superficial or perhaps unbelievable in some perspective to a person who never been in contemplating things on sublimity. Merely those who become habituated or used to of this busy schedule of life think no need of exaggeration of certain dreams that haply once had a greater bearing in their life. They accept reality in such an exte
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You taught me how to deal with a broken heart And for this you broke me first.

 I could not resist myself when I saw your text. That day I realised that I'm really a weak person. And it is easy to break me and to blame me. Even after so much cruelty, I saved your contact again. I mused perhaps I could ignore you in some uncanny way or keep you aside as just a member of my chat list. And I was proved wrong today. Yes it was you who messaged me first on the whatsapp. But was it so simple to take those silly jokes as I did take before these all happened? I perceived no. Nothing is same anyway. You are not safe for me though yesterday I wanted to mend every wrong doings that you believed I had done. May be in a way I can not defend that I was flawless. I wanted you forever, I was mad. So I shackled your wings with an invisible chain called "relationship", yet I was the one who had a strong belief on love irrespective of relationship. What did make me think like that? I was indeed not changed by overnight. It was you, you were fleeting like time. I wante
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