I will not be scared of Guwahati anymore.

I will be fearless today.

I will walk down the streets of the city I grew up in

I will not be afraid

Of threats of bombs on Independence Day

Or of the hatred and greed of anyone.

I will not be afraid 

Of being molested and filmed

Of justice denied

I will not be scared of 

An upheaval wrought by brutes

I will take what it takes but

I will not be afraid today.

I will not smell explosives

I will not lose anyone in bombings

I will not see villages burning down 

and smokes and scream rising to the sky unattended

I will not see anyone 

Sitting helplessly in terror, on roads painted in blood

With faith turning into aggression 

Silent streets

Sudden cries

I will go out fearlessly

I will enjoy the river merrily frisking away

I will take pride in my culture 

I will dream

and I will dream till when

I walk fearlessly down the roads 

Of the city I love. 

I created a world just in ten minutes.

1. Climb a tree to check if legs are strong.

2. Do not forget to workout.

3. Read the newspaper.

4. Call Mom.

5. Learn ten new words.

6. Return a pending call.

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This is my to-do list for the day. I just woke up to read it. It is adjusted in order on priority basis. Thankfully for a very fortunate friend, I decided to declare the first point a joke today. The second point has a negative connotation - so, I decided to ignore it. Third - Anna has started haunting me of late with his towering presence all over the media - so, I decided to relax instead. Fourth - It's prolly really early to shock her - procrastinate (read: old habits die hard).

Fifth - learn ten new words. Yes. Thankfully for people around me, I will be occupied with something. They decided to do all their important work till I learn ten new words. 

I put on my bold framed specs, looked at the mirror to ensure I look serious enough to care about ten new words and sat down at the table with the old never fading from memory, a friend to my memory cells, the good old oxford dictionary.

I flipped over a couple of pages and found a word -  'homologate'.
Homologate is new to me. Homologate -  Homo log -  homo -  gay -  queer pride -  last year we went for queer pride parade - it was a lot of fun - I learned a new slogan which went - 'hindu muslim sikh isai hetero homo bhai bhai' - rmy friend is a homo - what if he sits in ramlila maidan and fasts till gay marriage is legalized in India - will they pass a bill then? - will they care? - why will they not pass a bill? -a bill? - did I oh no! I haven't paid my internet bill - I am screwed. Am I? No. I am not. But my other friend sure is going to be. She is getting married. How will she stop falling for men? She has grown up having numerous crushes. How will she just live with one person and stop exploring other possibilities? How will she settle down with one kind of love just because the society pronounces it right. anyway her wedding is soon. Attending wedding is a fun affair. What will I wear! Should I wear bangles with whatever I wear? Obviously. But weddings. Marriages. Will I ever be forced to marry? Why? Who will force me? My parents won't. But what if I succumb to social pressure. Pressure really is bad for health. My best friend is under huge pressure. Is it right whatever my best friend is doing? Am I advising her right? She should just distract herself and concentrate on food maybe. Food! I will never have pizza. Its flour and cheese and I have grown fat. NEVER. But I need a new pair of specs. It should be different. I will buy the one my friend has. He is trying so hard to convince people and is answering those unwanted questions! Its a pity he has to tell his parents it is not his fault that he is a gay. Being homosexual is a matter of time and choice. Why would people care about who finds peacein what sort of an arrangement, let alone homosexuals people. Homo people. Homo- log. Homolog. sounds familiar. Homolog??? Yes, I remember, Oh no!! HOMOLOGATE!!!!

Yes, the dictionary. Ten new words. I had to learn ten new words. I am not even done with the first. Oh holy shit, ten minutes gone. Like, poof.

Jasper's song of love.

Jasper the parrot sat on his perch,

Abandoned and occupied with thoughts, left in the lurch

Gave his heart to a flighty mynah bird,

Said she’d marry him, gave him her word.

But then she met a rooster in the barn,

Told her the story, told her the yarn,

She went to Jasper, said, Sorry, my Jock,

I really like you but I’m going for the Cock

Now our dear Japser, Heartbroken and replaced,

Not knowing what figures he had misplaced,

Abandoned and occupied with thoughts, left in the lurch

Jasper the parrot sat on his perch.

After Jasper mourns , not much

I pray, finds a beautiful bird to love.

Even if he doesn't not grow old with her,

I hope she helps my Japser in growing old, healthy and wise.

DAY TWO of cooking : Finger unfriendly.

I smartly applied physics and covered the pan for it to happen faster applying all the thermodynamics I once failed to produce in pen and paper. While uncovering, I touched the cover almost forgetting the conduction of heat that happened. "Excitement dominated conduction" followed by "conduction dominated excitement".

Excitement 0, Conduction 100.

But I gave up, sincerely. I decided, then and there.

Burned fingers, I mean - it means a lot to me. Facts about My fingers -

1. The first poem I wrote in my life was on fingers. People had better topics than I did but for me it was 'My fingers'.

2. It is important for me to take care of my fingers. And cooking harmed it.

So, I gave up.

In life, we give up on a lot of things. We hold on to many.

Giving up on cooking isn't easy as I will never be able to create the wonders I keep gluttoning.

But one more damage to my finger will never be tolerated.

Farewell, my dear excellent short-lived passion for cooking, may the lord shower upon you his endless countless blessing so that I can testify my love for you by being a gourmand, and leave the job of satiating my greed for food to all the gourmets.

What the brinjal!

What do you exactly do? This is what I 'exactly' do.

I have taken a gap year. Now gap year does not mean I don't do anything. I mean I have taken a gap year from formal education. Some of my loved near and dear ones seem very worried. They have a habit of constantly asking me what I am exactly doing. I logged into facebook to have 18 messages in my inbox full of questions. I started anwering the question bank, but I soon stopped and thought of writing this note.

Okay, for those who know and do not bother me, thank you. And for others, just to confuse them at the bargain of others entertainment, here is what I do.

I wake up every morning like everyone does and I go to office. Which office? It is an office where I am the boss. I fix up my work every day. I do whatever I wish to do. I am not rude to myself. I pay myself regularly, more than once a month.I have several employees and they change every day. My employees look forward to me. I learn from my employees. I steal their clothes and I run away to places. My office basically deals in demand and supply. Demand is maximum and supply is even better. I turn it into a travel agency when I wish to, into a book shop, into a food joint, into an artist's gallery, into a music studio, into a cafeteria, into a sports field, into a philosopher's paradise as per the demands of  my mood. And there is no loss ever. It is profit-stuck and struck.

This is it.

Now I hate getting calls and being questioned about my whereabouts and my purpose and intention behind doing things because I am a busy boss just at 21 and I have a lot of work to do.

My love for every one.