Wisdomism

Lockdown Unlocked

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Aadhya Kalal) — Sun, 19 Jul 2020 17:44:00 +0000

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She waited for him when earthquake had occurred.

His reason was visa problem and the real reason was negligence.

She waited for him when floods had occured.

His reason was being busy and the real reason was priorities.

She waited for him when the roof was leaking.

His reason was that plumber is required to fix it and the real reason was belittling.

She waited for him when their land in the village was encroached .

His reason was that the land wasn't worth fighting and the real reason was flight expenses.

She waited for him when she fell ill due to a virus.

His reason was no flights due to lockdown and the real reason was the fear of contagious virus.

No wonder she always loved her son. He always loved himself.

She was home quarantined and was spending her time looking at wall photo frames while he had changed his whatsapp DP on mother's day with beautiful quotes.

She was waiting for the unlocking of lockdown where as for him there was always a Lockdown.

She has never stopped being a mother and he never stopped being himself .

She has won over the virus but he is yet to look beyond the self imposed Lockdown.

She was asking for love where as he was masking realities .

What is your Lockdown?

Quotations? Or masked quotations??

Sanity or Sanitiser ??

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Chemistry

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Aadhya Kalal) — Wed, 25 Jul 2018 05:55:00 +0000

All these days, I was like an electron , always trying to get out of the outermost orbit to find a suitable atom. ... I found a stable atom in you and I did hop to your outermost orbit ... But then like any electron, I was constantly trying to get to the very much you, the nucleus.

In those two days spent in your atomic space, I was that electron .... I was stable with you, still unstable .... May be because you , the nucleus, highly stable, is full of protons , and the electron has to become a proton, in order to be within the nucleus . ..

But then all I want to say is that electron loves this beautiful nucleus studded in a beautiful atom .... because this electron's affinity for nucleus protons is more than its own charge .

Love you ,
Dear Proton

....
....
....

An abondoned pagal electron , strucked in Badmaashi Quantum Duality

Hold My Hand

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Aadhya Kalal) — Fri, 06 Nov 2015 20:31:00 +0000

This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 57; the fifty-seventh edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with Madhu Vajpayee, the author of Seeking Redemption and Shades Publications, the publisher of Friendship- Bonds Beyond Time.

Why is it happening to me?
Why me?
Why are you leaving?
Why are you leaving to live ?
Why are you leaving to love?
Why are you leaving to live in love?
Are you just leaving or leaving me?

Or, Why were you made to leave me?

Why was it designed this way?

Who scripted it?

Why the inevitable separation?

Show me one man...
At least one person
in this entire existence...
Across Universes

Who loves you more than me
Who knows you more than me
Who cares you more than me
Who lives for you more than me

My life was all about you

Your unblemished smiles and happiness

Your ethereal presence and essence

Your innocuous choices and passions

I lived in your beautiful world

I am not letting you go

It is you who has the final say
I am no more me
I have always lived through you

Am boxed in your memories

Intangible and shriek

with crushing inexplicable pain

and torn worn-out neurons

Come back ! My Dear!
Look at me
Give me a Hug
Hold my hand once
Show me the direction you always wanted us to go
Say loudly and Elatedly,"Papa, Let's Gooooooooooooooo!"
For one last time!

Come back! My Child!
For one last time!
Wipe my tears with your tiny hands
Feed me with you tender hands
Play with me like a princess!

Let me breathe in your lap
Let it be the final one
Let it be eternal
Hold it in your hand
Let it be with you
Let me be with you

Hold our memories
Hold our times
Hold our plays
Hold our mischief
Hold our love
Hold me

**From the last page(Day) of a Father's Diary(life)

-()-

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Bow-wow - 55 Fiction

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Aadhya Kalal) — Sat, 10 Oct 2015 22:04:00 +0000

This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 56; the fifty-sixth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write.

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Dogs are territorial, egoistic and selfish beings.
Dogs need constant praise and pamper to treat you with favours.
Dogs want you to hate people belonging to other Dogs.
Fiction projected Dogs as supreme beings with magical powers and humans believe it.
Dogs are fake, yet sacred and its a Secret.
............
Now replace Dog with God

-()-

PS : Dogs must be lazy !

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BeLoved

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Aadhya Kalal) — Wed, 23 Sep 2015 20:58:00 +0000

"... An intuitive desperate cognition with all it's neural schemas and neural patterns, clubbed with unblemished perceptions, crossing pragmatic horizons, beyond elated fantasies, and planes of acute dichotomy, made it's maiden leap to unveil all the vivid stigmas, in a much eccentric helix, gliding along the swarm of unmasked feelings and riding with ecstatic emotions of exuberance, to touch and feel the rarest invisible string of an enigmatic persona, only to realize that the ergodic coordinates of time surpassed his 'let it happen' probable syndrome as the paradigm shift was perpendicular, yet parallel, to the axis of their life ...."
......
...

It doesn't matter to her.

She had her Coffee and left, to be herself.

-()-

Erase a Race

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Aadhya Kalal) — Mon, 31 Aug 2015 20:13:00 +0000

They say, in India, that caste based Reservations are rampant and menacing, and hence, they want to unravel it...

But,

They never want to unravel the caste factor, which is prevalent in every mode of social life, in India, right from rampant untouchability practices, across the nation, to menacing caste based vote bank politics.

By the way, when will God unravel the rampant tradition of reserved caste based access to priesthood and stop the menacing practice of marriage within own caste.

-()-

PS : Written for 3WWW for the hints Menacing, Rampant and Unravel

Free Noose

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Aadhya Kalal) — Fri, 14 Aug 2015 19:46:00 +0000

It was night
The noose was tight
With all their might
and towering height

Some were right
Under the White
Some were Left
With their own Light

The old man was quiet
Though he might...
He was bright
with his write .
Great.

It was their right
now everyone's right
It was not a slight
but a giant Fight

From a leap to a flight,
When the light lit
No one was left
Neither Bhagath nor Bose

Again, it was night...
The noose was made lite
For some great Knights
Quite quietly , 1947.

-()-

Tears-55Fiction

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Aadhya Kalal) — Wed, 14 May 2014 21:47:00 +0000

She cried
She cried more
She got tired
She cried again
And again
She cried louder
She has been crying since she shot him dead an hour ago.
She has been crying all these years
He was her father.
She was crying with pain,
looking into her mother's eyes.
Her mother was holding the gun.

Her-55 Fiction

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Aadhya Kalal) — Sat, 10 May 2014 22:33:00 +0000

I saw him killing her brutally.
Her mother cried.
Her mother's love too cried.
His mother supported him in killing.
His mother's love too supported him, mercilessly.
I was in her womb, for months,
and now, in her dead body's womb...
I am dead before i could open my eyes.
Because,
Again, I was 'Her'!

-()-

D-Debit to Life

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Aadhya Kalal) — Fri, 28 Mar 2014 21:03:00 +0000

We defeat and demean ourselves in delectable digital digits and discouragingly distorted dimensions, and dig deeply into the daily dumb diploma of drafted diplomacy, with our disgraceful dreaded deeds dancing, definitely and desperately, to the dwarf and dull tunes of dragging decorative desires and deadly dangerous damn dusky destinations, only to dip and dab our disappointingly deceiving dim death, and dire dignity, in the decomposing debris of deformed and dethroned defective dark deserts.

Colour of Holi

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Aadhya Kalal) — Sun, 16 Mar 2014 23:17:00 +0000

In a deep tight sleep
You always keep digging
for that one Fragment
Why why why ???

The morning sun-rays
falling on your face
Through that little devil gap of window...
You are still in that darkness
that sleep, that dream...
without realising that your eyelids are shut

You know this second
Only half of you is present here
You dont know ,
what the other half is doing
in the world beyond the planets

Dream is your language
It shows you in ten mirrors

You live bit crazy in that world
Exactly the way you wanted to live here
Floating your body like a free bird
You fathom your mind depths
beautifully and cheerfully
with Hugs
without complaints
Even it is wounded or sick

In this world,
Unfortunately,
There is one and only one meaning
For the sentences We write...

Now, the sunlight has filled your room
Not knowing that there is one more night in you
You are moving away and away
Opening all the doors beyond the doors
without any direction
without any destination

By the way,
Do you remember that one 'Fragment'?
Do you know in which Script it is ???
Do you remember that Dream?
Do you know in which Colour it is ???
Ok.
Do you know in which Colour it was ???

-()-
PS : Happy Holi

More Love

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Aadhya Kalal) — Tue, 04 Mar 2014 17:32:00 +0000

She died...
His soulmate died...
He was in depression...
He wrote a book about their love...

It clicked ...
More prints...
Popularity....
And more....
More choice...
New world...
He met another girl...
Another love 'happened'

He is planning his second book...
About Love...
Again...
New ... And
More...

Mask

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Aadhya Kalal) — Sun, 08 Sep 2013 07:21:00 +0000

Is this a mask?

Yes!

Masked to?

Another mask!

Where is the face then ?

It is beyond many masks...

Is that real face?

No. It is a coloured face.

Is that true colour?

No. It is media-shopped....

Is that real media

No. It is masked

Masked by?

Masked by real estate.

Is that estate real

Not just real, it is colorful. it is politically invested and infested

Are you talking about Modi?

No. I am talking about central mask

Are you real?

No. I am also a mask

Colored mask?

No. Plain mask.

Is plain mask good?

It is more dangerous than coloured mask

Why?

Because plain mask can be colored by any color

Am I a plain mask or colored mask?

You are none. You are just a color

Which color?

Colour of price and prejudice

OK. So I am a color and you are a mask. Right?

No. You are a mask but unfortunately you are standing before a mirror.

So I am not colored right?

No. The mirror is coloured

Sure?

Yes. But Your spectacles are also colored

Sure?

Yes. But your eyes are also colored

Which color?

Color of price and prejudice

So finally I am coloured right?

No. You are masked

How come? Which mask?

Masked by color.

I will kill you. Just tell me what is the difference between mask and color

Its You

Where?

In Between mask and color

Completed?

No. Finished.

Oh my Dog!

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Aadhya Kalal) — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 19:06:00 +0000

......and in such critical, crucial circumstances, then came Lord Kalki, the tenth avatar of Vishnu, ......he fought bravely on a winged white horse with a big blade and destroyed all Facebook servers with his super artificial powers .... finally he had killed the demon called Facebook and saved this wonderful wavering world from apathy, illusion, self-praise and ignorance.....Hmmm that sounded good because that was the last avatar of Vishnu.....no more 'would be' god list......and there after people lived happily with twitter ..... Tweeting about the originally created miracles of Kalki..... After few years some so called highly intellectual script writers created wife and son for Kalki.......and to praise their god family they have created facebook again........ This is called Vishnu maaya......Vishnu Leela..... God goes on ........ Oh my Dog!.

Lovelie

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Aadhya Kalal) — Mon, 17 Jun 2013 19:37:00 +0000

Long book no face...
Long face no look...
Long look no book..

Long life no you..
Long you no love..
Long love no life..

Long book no look
Long life no love

Long look no face
Long love no you

Live long love life
Long live love life
Live life long love
Love long live life

Straight Nose

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Aadhya Kalal) — Sun, 02 Jun 2013 20:17:00 +0000

They came across from Central Asia...
Carrying rituals and sacrifices , and
Badge of Language
Badge of Chants
Badge of Thread
Badge of Purity

They conquered and converted
The dark and brown plains of India
with stories and Literature
Badge of Language

They controlled and commanded
The tribes and sects of India
with multi theism and mythology
Badge of Chants

They divided and segregated
The works and classes
with divine texts and sacred rules
Badge of Thread

They isolated and marked
The wells and temples
with tradition and sanctity
Badge of Purity

They have darkened our culture
They have darkened our dark skin
They have darkened our identity

We have accepted them
As Hosts and Brothers
But they still think we are a liability

---()---

PS : Written for 3WW, with words Badge, Darken and Liability

Commitment - 55 Fiction

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Aadhya Kalal) — Sun, 02 Jun 2013 19:22:00 +0000

Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings limited to 55 words

"Its been over 2 years since you had promised us"

"I will definitely perform this year....."

"It's the last chance . We have provided convenient conditions and managed the media "

"Ok!!!"

"You have to do it . Else , you will lose all the projects as per our contract" . . ..
...........
.....
And within few days , he has hit his dream century

---()---

It was second innings of world cup final between two Asian nations.

The team required fifteen runs in the last over

He was playing with strong determination

Score board read four runs from 1 ball

He was on 99

Bowler was pacing .

Before he could strike the ball, the only thing struck in his mind was Contract

Are you SWEET or NICE ? Good ?

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Aadhya Kalal) — Sun, 25 Nov 2012 03:22:00 +0000

Respected(Expected so) Sri Police Sir,

Our India is a FREE country... with DEMOc'RACY'.
All Indian politicians, living and dead, and religious leaders are very good and nice persons....also Great(capital G).
Indian government is very very good (two verys) and nice....sweet also.
Indian police also is good sweet ....like honey....FINE
Indian laws are sweetest sweet...add 'the' before sweetest.
My Indian sweet English is should be also good ... am blushing(Posh)
I will always praise everything which is Indian..... Bhaarat also(Ayyo! i forgot Bhaarath what..)
Only, We Indians are very Ggreat in this bad corrupt poor hypocritical world....HurtBEAT.
There are two types of people in our Mother India, Nice and Sweet.
Sometimes nice Indians are sweet and sweet Indians are nice ...
So we Indians are Nice Sweets.....with lots full of plenty goodness ...
We love all 'cultures' and 'languages' in India......dont ask me WHY
All Indian Wise matured modern laws are totally citizen friendly like Free Gifts....Dhamaka offer!!!....No Sale!
Indian government allows all good-sweet-nice expressions as per Indian Constitution's 'Right to Freedom(Xpress)' ..... ONLY
beCause India is so very much perfect ..... so much that even no one can tell and say how much .......what much also ...... that much perfect it is.....I tell you....more perfect than the word 'perfekt'..... Yes no?
I have by-hearted this answer as i am a good by hearter and so give me full marks with first rank only..... SUCCESS.... only for me

So, please do not ARREST me Sri Sir...
Arrest only those people who write bad sweets on all the walls, faces and books...On LINEs ....all LIEs only
................
.......
Thank you a Great Sir.
Your's Highly obedient and submissive sweet, with nice good
-()-

PS : I did not add any 'smiley' ......... searched 'letter writing' in Google.
PPS : PS means Post Script. Ignor Ispeling mistakes.....Please!.... Request only no.

Keep Running

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Aadhya Kalal) — Thu, 22 Nov 2012 21:52:00 +0000

They make us to run...
Just for the sake of running
to set their business in motion...

They even disturb peace
to sell their arms
to run the war

They even sell diplomacy
to dump their products
to run their economy

They have a vision
They want everything in motion...
to continue their hegemony
to continue their domination

They are the masters of capitalism...
We are the slaves of capitalism...

They are the drivers of the world
with a self interested vision....
A vision which is less peaceful and full of motion...

-()-

PS :Written for 3WW with words Motion, Peaceful and Vision

Sensitivity- Drabble

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Aadhya Kalal) — Wed, 10 Oct 2012 18:30:00 +0000

It was a summer afternoon. 6 young cute chicks of a hen were very hungry since a day. The hen could not find food for them in those fully concreted dry urban streets. After struggling for two hours she found some grains, but the cock ate them. After one more hour, she found some small insects and quickly signaled her chicks, who finished them in a brisk pace. The hen was still hungry but she was more happy for her kids. Ironically, our empathy and compassion are strangely and brutally detached from the pain of miserable mother of those tiny insects .

-()-

PS : A drabble is a fiction of exactly 100 words in length.
PPS : Expressed for 3ww with hinted words Brisk, Detached and Miserable

An Untold Story - Drabble

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Aadhya Kalal) — Sat, 06 Oct 2012 18:46:00 +0000

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 32; the thirty-second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is 'An Untold Story'

It was 2 in the Midnight.

Charan was in acute depression.

It was been a week since his wife Anjali committed suicide...

His best friend Vincent came to console him and said

"How did this happen?"

" She came to know that i had an affair with my colleague"

"Is it true?????"

"Vincent, you know very well about me and the truth "

"Yes, of course, I do"

"But someone had lied to her "

"Who's that??"

"You know him, Vincent"

"Who???"

"It's you "....

........

The next day both were found stabbed to death.

Later, police investigation revealed that Anjali's death was a planned murder

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PS: A drabble is a fiction of exactly 100 words in length.

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Blame

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Aadhya Kalal) — Wed, 03 Oct 2012 18:46:00 +0000

Few people have got definitions
Few of them are with opinions

Wrapped with bias and prejudice
Mostly, it is a matter of convenience

More of a comfort zone
and less of rationality....

Religion stamping.
Dignity, definitely, is your perception

Finite truths
but, Infinite Sins

My definition. My perception
My dignity. My dress

Length and depth
Long and short

Torn and fit
Semi-naked

I say Open
You say Revealing

Rights
Equal rights

More equal rights
More equal gender

My ripen beauty
Your bestial aberration.

Thirst of lust.

Lacerating all definitions of dignity.

At the end,
Blame is mine
Dignity is yours

When there was a country I searched for freedom
Now I am free, but have to search for a country.

-()-

PS : Expressed for 3ww with hinted words Dignity, Ripe and Lacerate

Bland-55 Fiction

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Aadhya Kalal) — Fri, 28 Sep 2012 20:51:00 +0000

Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings limited to 55 words

I know very well about your skills and capability...
You are adept in doing it...
You have got great experience.
You did it earlier..
at many places...
with many people...
Now, you have got the chance to entice me with your suavity
and something in me is desperate for it...
but still, go back! Walmart!

-()-

PS: Brand but bland
PSS: Expressed for 3ww with hinted words Chance, Entice and Suave

Sheer

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Aadhya Kalal) — Fri, 21 Sep 2012 21:06:00 +0000

The truth.

No one knew it...

No one knows it...

Everyone knows the opposite....

may be

Everyone believes the opposite

may be

Everyone wants the opposite

may be

Everyone is being just the opposite

The truth...

I knew it,

when it happened

I know it,

how it happened

why it happened...

and,

Who made it to happen.

My fall is absolutely Absolute,

nestled in absolute prejudice

and, absolute bias....

Now,

The Absolute truth is ...

No one knows that I fell.

-()-

PS: Expressed for 3ww with hinted words Absolute, Fall and Nestle

PPS : My comeback and am smiling:)

May Mother- 77 Fiction

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Aadhya Kalal) — Sat, 12 May 2012 20:27:00 +0000

Note:- 77 Fiction infers to fictional writings limited to 77 words

May Mother

Lakshmi had almost spent entire evening, after her working hours, to select the finest gift , along with a beautiful colorful greeting card, flowery, printed in English, for her mother, for a special day, Mother's day....
The next day she met her mom and wished her with the gift and a bouquet...

As the time lapsed, Lakshmi left the jail with tears in her eyes, mercilessly ignoring her mother's brutal act of causing dowry death through kitchen fire .....

......

.....

-()-