Damn it, mosquitoes

    Darn it, I can't stay here any moment longer. Oh, these mosquitoes!

     They move fro like professional long jumpers and successfully enter my abode. At this point, you're probably thinking that my 'abode' is near the pond. No, it isn't. And the irony is that, just like the FBI, they collect information too. Yes, with intelligence agencies.  When I was sitting on my chair, staring at the computer screen, they tried to place themselves on my body, and I heard something like Frmmm....Frmmm.

     I tried moving in a different direction too, but it followed me wherever I went. In short, it stuck to me. Just like a parasite. And soon enough, the mosquito revealed the eagerness to suck tasty blood.

      By now, a rage caught me and I was in damage mode. I wanted to rip apart their fluttering wings and if their dead body could have been of any use to the ants.

      I immediately bought a mosquito coil; and thus, I have finished my post. Their sound never to be heard again. At least, for now. 

Mr.Humble

    I'm sure you too accept your own labels, keeping in mind certain self-accepted notions. Some might by imposed by others too. People's ideas as to who we are. And while some of these imposed-ideas could be permissible, some are flat-out.

   I ask all this because I contemplate on this daily. Some people refer to me as 'Giver of Sarcasm.' Not that I reject it, but I honestly don't prefer embracing mockery. Yes, it might be of my most obvious(say, 95%) traits, but at other times, I want to be kind too.

   The reason I started these thoughts into my mind is that I've stepped into another role; a new label.  Blogger-and writer. For one, I truly admire words.

    There is something distinctively magical I find in all words. The way they evoke emotions, thoughts, feelings, actions and reactions. At least, the only such other thing in life is music. At least to me.

    Words. Are. Powerful. And putting them down isn't a job to be taken lightly either.  In most cases, I mean.
   
    And yes, even as I let my keyboard loose while putting down these thoughts, I'm marveling at the significance of words. 

Addicting

    I love fiction. I love stories. In fact, I get a buzz from it. Reading it, watching it, and thinking about it. All this came can come even from a 30 second advertisement.  I mean, I feel in a foggy state whenever I finish a great movie or a book. And after one book or movie, I just want MORE.
 
   So, as mechanical and silly as it seems, I try to pace myself.  I reward myself with bits of fiction for doing the things I know I should be doing.  Twenty minutes of getting ready for the day followed by one song.  Ten minutes of work before I check my blog stats.   When I do this, I am actually happier because I’m getting the real work done and I can enjoy the fun without guilt.
   
   

The April Fool's Day

  Was getting bored last night..So I did what I do best: Log on to Blogger and Twitter at the same time, and hope that sleep would find me soon.

   And it turned out it was April Fool's day..not telling 'whatever it means.' I mean, I've never found the origin of this day.

   And my timeline and Home were flooded with people's desperate attempts to crack a prank on friends. It was quite funny, and satirical at the same time.

   I too joined the race. I tried playing a prank on my Twituniverse friend..but it turned out my friend was well versed with April Fool's Day.

    I miss the good old days when every prank was supposed to be epic.

    This day is trully foolish.

    So I woke up this morning and quite paranoid about everything. Don't expect me to take to pranks lightly.

    So how the day for you people? Hope you made a good prank. Or did you end up being the fool yourself?