Nuisance and Nuances of Good Morning Messages

I am sure you have seen these and a hundred more such messages over time. Man, I would have loved to see such messages daily, had it been from Preity Zinta, but if the sender is someone named Prites Zala…. Yaar, seriously not interested. 

Everyone likes to wake up to a good cup of coffee/tea/milk/choose your poison, but a Whatsapp chime of a Good Morning message is truly not worth getting up to. The brouhaha of the image and nothing in reality. Who has the time to actually download and open these messages? I wouldn’t even waste my free Jio 4G data on it, let alone send some of these. And by God I want to meet the people who create them and give them something actually worthwhile to work on. They truly need a better occupation that can utilise their talents. SD cards and SD cards (reels and reels sounded old fashioned you see) of images are wasted on such inane photoshop work, which I am sure 90% of people don’t even download. And daily good morning and good night messages? And on groups of 50+ people?

Even sending them one to one seems stupid enough. Would you have really wished me if we were staying together. I don’t remember wishing my wife good night every night. We just drop dead, haha. This kind of behaviour reminds me of Subodh, from Dil Chahta Hai, aka the Timetable. Purely hilarious. “Roj ek balloon , woh traffic signal pe milte hai na heart shaped, waise”, (daily one balloon, the ones that we get on traffic signals, sold by urchins, the heart shaped balloons). My response to these messages is similar to what Saif had said, that I mean its ok, but daily and only one balloon? And to top it all, there is no conversation with such people, the entire chat history is filled with their sent images. Reminds me of Karan Johars ADHM. “Ek tarfa pyaar mein bahut takat hoti hai – tumse baat karne ke liye mujhe tumhari hi jarurat nahi.” Mein akela hi bakwaas karta rahunga, (there is too much strength in one sided love – I don’t really need you to love you. I can blabber all on my own).

I have some such “Subodhs” in my life and I have argued to death with them. They say that it’s a business tactic. They kind of keep reminding the other guy that they exist. They truly think, out of sight is out of mind. Well even though it might be helpful to some extent, a daily barrage of images morning, noon and night and days-of-the-week-wise is surely an invitation to block you or delete your contact permanently. My advice to such people was to be remembered by your good service, excellent quality and humanitarian deeds. If you are truly worried about being forgotten, Whatsapp images are the last thing someone will remember you for. 

Please stop harassing the millions who respectfully don’t say anything obnoxious to you on your face and would seriously like to be your friend, despite your weirdness. And yeah, remember, if you don’t see the double tick on the image, you are already blocked my friend!!

P.S.: PZ, if by some chance of fate, you do read this, please be assured, I am waiting for your message ;)

Ignore Me All You Want

It is when the nights are the darkest

The roads are the longest

My eyes burn red

From all your waiting and the dust

O’ destiny, you are missed

Deeply within me

Cos I see the moment

So clearly

When I let you slip away

As I was tired too

Of holding on to your sway

But oh my destiny I miss you

I want to sit in peace

For a moment in quiet

Not tug and heave

Without respite

Ignore me all you want

But this is not my fate

You will turn around

Till then I will wait

Satisfactory Sip of Life

One of my dearest friend has a theory, that when you drink any drink, there is this one long sip that you should take, till u run out of breath or are satisfied to your core. She calls this the one satisfactory sip. I used to do that too, but I liked the way she put it, so am using her coined term here.

The theory has a very relevant analogy to anyones life as well. You open up a cold drink and you take the first sip to taste it, see how cold it is, to tickle your taste buds, to get the caffeine released a bit into your system. Then you dive in. Life is also something like that. The early years till your teens end are like your manufacturing process. Then you open the drink. You smell it. Taste it. Get tickled by it. And then take the first sip to taste it. Then comes that long satisfactory sip. I think this happens typically after early 30’s, when you dive headlong into your life and push to the limits. You are out there to make something out of your life and you are taking that one long deep breath before you go in for the long haul.

Right now, am taking that long sip from the drink called life. Will it be satisfactory? I don’t know. I sure hope so. All I can say is, I won’t leave a single thing undone. By the time I finish the sip, I know I won’t have any regrets. I read something very similar today….

“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”– Louise Erdrich

Promise something to yourself, you won’t leave many apples hanging. You will taste as many as you can. Shake the branches with your bare hands till all of the apples fall in your lap. Take that long sip, my friend, to your hearts content.