Humans and their taxing Arguments.

If only people were innately sensitive to how another person feels. That just lacks in us humans, doesn't it? Even me for that matter. Sometimes all I can think of is what makes me feel good, whether it leaves another person miffed or not.

Gets me thinking,

How can people argue so much? Why isn't it taxing for them to say the same thing in cycles for several hours and still not understand that someone is seated right in front exhausted from all that yapping?

Sometimes it's just so hard to sit and talk to people. Sometimes it's so hard to make them listen to you,especially when the other does not want to give up on the argument.


I've given up on explaining to people what I am going through, or for that matter what hurts me. Because only if they wanted to they would understand. They can sit there all day, and be in a parallel universe where they are right. But I am not going to agree unless you use logic to prove your point.Yes, I am going to be the self-appointed judge. It's the safest position in an argument.


And sometimes, it's just better to clam up and let them win the argument. Saves you time and energy.

Yes , people have made me reach the stage where I've realized they're all pugnacious. Unwilling to relinquish control.

Am done with my share of dealing with bilious idiots, who do not have the patience to hear or sense another persons POV.

Hey Human,

You have an issue when I talk and express how I feel. You're then going to make me feel terrible about being expressive.

You have an issue when I give you terse replies and am unwilling relinquishing the argument in your favor. Then you say I am acting superior.

I think by now, it's justified that I have turned into a misanthrope, just for the fact that I am TIRED of trying to put it across to you.You are so loud, you cannot even hear your own thought's. You went too far with finding innuendos that you forgot what the brawl was all about in the first place.

So if you think I am living a fairy tale and not matching up to your pragmatic way of looking at things, I am sorry, you'd rather leave before I take a sword and chop your precious head off.

Bala Says:

#1: Be indifferent to their court room dramas. When people want you to react, put your foot down and call it a day.Silence is a powerful weapon.

#2: When a human pisses you off, LEAVE IMMEDIATELY, than stand there till you see its smug face yapping like there's no tomorrow.

#3: If The One you think is THE ONE, calls your expectation from a relationship a fairy tale? Don't stick around till he breaks your bubble.

He's not The One.

20 minutes in Bangalore's Traffic.

Let's just say, SPEED thrills and KILLS.

She was seated comfortably on the window seat of a rickety BMTC bus. As much as she loved travelling, she loved imagining what people were like behind their vicious daylight facades. Her eyes were fixated to the numbers engraved on an empty billboard. Evidently some advertising agency was thriving on its last legs. As she turned up the volume of her favorite classical track, she felt a cold drop on her arm. Before she knew, the city was accosted by a windy drizzle. Some of those who were crossing the road looked displeased with life, yet some others, were excited like they had not seen it rain in decades. The bunch of graceful young ladies across the road smiled endlessly as they unfolded their fancy polka dotted umbrellas. An old man, 50-something, beside them had a side of his lungi stretched up to his head, attracting the expected repugnance by the womankind. A gang of young 20-somethings, formally attired, ran for shelter to the nearest shop. Before she could blink an eye, they lighted up some cigarettes and in the smoke of relief, began their IT gossip. A middle-aged mother waited for a bus with two toddlers playing peek-a-boo with her shabbily tied sari. She looked apathetic and tired with their childhood. Trucks, cars, cows and what not sped across the two roads with an I-don’t-care-if-you-die attitude. Just then she saw,across the road, a truck rammed into a car one fourth its size. Her bus halted; a crowd gathered; an injured lady was rushing against her death clock. The two drivers furiously slammed doors and walked out as though they could scratch each other’s eyeballs out. They bantered aloud in Kannada as they engaged in the worthless tussle. She saw two cops standing a foot or two away, sipping teas obliviously. The careless truck-driver, even more carelessly paid the car-driver off, and the traffic flow was restored. The shards of glass and pool of blood left unattended. The lady counting her minutes down left unattended.

In those 20 minutes, she saw, life came to a transient halt; progressed to an infuriating commotion; people argued, some others entertainingly watched, some were oblivious and yet some other pricks were photographing the incident and sending it across whatsapp. It made her wonder, was life of such little worth? Was life such a big commotion,that lasted less than a few minutes?

Word of the Day

Bala Says:
Sure they say ignorance is bliss, but remember, they never said the road was your playground.