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A Departed Soul

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I am a soul. I have seen the world. I have seen life and death. I have seen a child being born. I have seen an old man dying and a young child dying. I have seen all seven continents. From the hunger in Ethiopia to obesity in Newyork. From the funeral in Japan to a Wedding in India. From the wars in Iraq to the peace in Iceland. I have seen it all. But it was not possible to achieve this if I had stuck in a single body. I moved from body to body possessing the owner, shutting down their soul and dominating myself. I would gain the love of a family, shelter and all the possible experiences. At times when I would get side tracked, the person would go missing and its family would have to face the loss. This would make me realize even more about the love they’ve had. I have seen people being cheated on by the one they’d call the love of their life, but for this I had to become body-less soul, a bonus I’d get only once in 24 hours and I’d utilize it only when I’d lock my temporary body in a room at night. I did all of it to learn where my life went wrong. Even though I knew there was no repairing possible, but I had to see what the problem was. Why did I, as a human being screwed everything? As soon as I was near any person, relationship or an opportunity, things would take an unexpected turn and life would become more difficult than before. Every time I’d convince myself that this is the last time, every time I’d think that this won’t happen again. But there came a time in my life when I learnt to say that this was my worse experience so far. I decided to end it when I ran out of my capacity for all the possible ‘So fars’, so I killed myself. I had a choice, either I could go on and have peace in death or I could stay in the world and go for an expedition with an exception of seeing my loved ones. I chose the latter. I had never seen the world, so I chose to use the eternity to do so, though alone, I could see where I went wrong. I have been seeing things being repeated for over 700 years now. The world changed, technologies evolved, science made advancements, even animals have an altered behavior, but human beings are the only consistent specie. They still kill for food, die of hunger and crave for love, yet when love finds them they push it away. They still blame God for every wrong thing happening in their lives. They cheat on their loved ones, give their empathies to wrong people and do not trust their instincts. My own family has long since passed away and I don’t even remember what they look like, but I remember how they loved me. I know they are at peace. I know that as always, I chose wrong. My mistake did not end with my life, like my human self, I craved to know too much and that ended me up alone. The irony is that I was looking for what I’d done wrong, I learnt that I was not the only one who made these mistakes in the world. The problem is the mistake I made after my life and I don’t even know how many others like me are making the same mistake.

Shine Through

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via Daily Prompt: Glitter

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She was glamorous.

She shone like the moon.

She glimmered like the brightest star.

But her glamour was beautiful at a distance.

Her shine was timely, depending on her sun.

Her glimmer was actually fire burning her from the insides.

Despite the fire, she shone brighter than before.

All the glitter she used to look happy was a diversion.

She had burned, there were scars all over her.

But no one found out, she filled all the gnawed placed with glitter so bright that it made her look like a piece of art.

No one could say she was hurt, all they could see were the beautiful patterns.

And in that process of hiding her scars, she lost her glamour less, simple, charming self.

Like a star which dies out but shines the brightest even in its death.

 

Evil Within Ourselves.

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Our lives are surrounded by a variety of movies, books and stories. As the busiest and the most intelligent species thriving on this planet, we love to be entertained, and this entertainment usually does come in the form of a good movie weekend or a nice book. It is so because these things offer us an escape from our real world and allow us to go through a different expedition each time we explore a new one. The best part about this entire journey is the fact that it allows us to be judgemental, not only toward how good the book/movie is rather about who’s the good guy and who’s the villain. We can clearly see who’s right  and who’s wrong and we definitely want the “HERO” to triumph over the “VILLAIN” in order to make it a happy ending of our choice.

This routine processing of our brains in general made me ponder over a specific attitude of humans, which is, that,

“We are very much capable of judging good from evil when presented in a self explanatory manner, but we definitely do not have a sight to see the evil within ourselves”

I say that because whenever we consider any situation of our very own life “co-starring” other people near us, we always think of ourselves as the Hero of the story, seeing a villain in those we do not like. We do not intend to think, for even once, that we may be acting as a typical bad guy for someone, ruining their situation and disturbing their story. Some may call this human nature, but I believe that it is also in the nature of a human to change oneself, have a flexibility in ones mind to accept, at least for once that yes, I am wrong, and that I was being unreasonable, even though that does seem impossible, but conquering this, can only make us the Hero we want to feel inside ourselves.

A Virtual Dilemma!

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imagesA file here, another there, a “New Folder” propped open on one side, 5th copy of the picture I just scanned, wait.. A whole bunch of the these copied pictures, and not just a single one in fact multiple copies poking out of different sites. This is just the beginning of the Pandora box! So far I was coming across files being copied once, or twice or maybe just five to eight times, but at least their labels were self-explanatory, the next thing I unearth is a file having a weird, yes weird assortment of documents and pictures and files I do not even remember compiling. Going through the history tries to remind me they belong to a time four years back, being compiled for the reasons must-have-been-known-to-me-but-aren’t.

This story is not about how I keep my stuff in my cupboard, No! It actually depicts my situation of a few hours back when I tried to rid my digital system of all the unnecessary files and folders. It was a Pandemonium, a silent one, of course, but I discovered such fascinating stuff which I never could have imagined was collected by me if it wouldn’t have been my own system. Files upon files of notes, which have been printed and stored in hard copies ages ago, stupid and idiotic pictures clicked by excitement, uploaded on  facebook but forgotten all the same. Folders revealing research articles downloaded for presentation purposes but never read or even opened except for the moment they were downloaded to check their length only. The situation doesn’t end here, in fact it haven’t even started when I connect my USB and go through it!

All this made me realize that I might be very careful while handling my stuff in the real world, making disapproving noises and snide comments at those who are messy at a level beyond my tolerance range, but as soon as I enter the virtual world, I do not allow my neat-freak mind to take over, making copies of stuff I do not want and storing things which will never be of any use to me, even if stored for an entire lifetime. I do not consider the fact that occupying that space for such stuff is making me get more and more USBs ultimately claiming a little but space all the same in my real neat world. Even if that point is ignored, the worst part is to clear that stuff out which demands time and energy and a greater amount of perseverance to admit the fact that I COLLECTED THIS JUNK!!

Back to Blog.

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i_love_blogging1I have been wanting to write for ages, my last post, if I remember correctly, in fact I just checked it, was more than a month ago.  I couldn’t write because of the thing which happens every six month in my life only to disturb my routine life and immerse me in my books, i.e , EXAMS!! Last month, all the published prompts were more than amazing and I wanted to write for each and every oe of them but exams came in my path of blogging.

Exams ended last week, but after the exams, I was so so so tired of words, letters and books that I did not want to think, even though I have had I few ideas pending and a novelette to complete, I did not feel like writing at all. But today I feel like I am back to my online life. No matter how much I go on using Facebook, keep on crushing the candies, and stalk my so-called friends, I  miss my blog and I am glad that I am back. 🙂

WELCOME TO AYIMAS!

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Daily Prompt: As Seen on TV

Write a script for a late-night infomercial — where the product is your blog. How do you market yourself? What qualities do you embody that other “products” don’t?

Are you looking for something to read? Is there  something you want to share? Do you want a type of reading material close to real life, yet amusing you with fictional and non-fictional work? Do you think that you want to write but have nothing to write about?

Here is the solution; Step in to the amazing world of ayimas, where you get to read the real life stuff. From real-life university stories, to inspiration, to fictional work close to life, along with thing which happen to all yet not expressed by most.  You are also accessed to one of the best thought provoking website which allows your brain to wander freely toward writing and polishes your skills well.  So here you have the best of all, and most importantly for free.

THE BEST PART:  YOU DO NOT HAVE TO PAY FOR IT! 

SO DON’T MAKE IT A MINUTE LATE. READ, ENJOY, AND SHARE. IT IS ALL HERE AT the ayimas!

I am Free

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Daily Prompt: Release Me

Tell us about the blog post you were most nervous to publish — and what it was like to set it free.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us FREE.

When it comes to blogging, I am more than confident, in fact over-confident. Why? because all my posts, except for the first few were written for this blog. That is why I love my blog because it nurtured my passion for writing.