The Choice

They say this is where inspiration comes to die. Past the dreaded deadline, not a soul has ever made it. One after another they all went into a bottomless pit.. I asked myself, “Dear heart, what about you? Has all this hassle left you down and blue?” Fear not for there is always a choice. Venture out to tread new waters or go over the line another undead carcass. All of life spent in a philosophical stride only to end in literary suicide. Perhaps there is a way, another way. I could be the one to learn the trade and still stay in touch with reality and keep my soul. What if I could actually pull off inventing that role?

© Abirami

Message from a Trans

Caillen James -- Author

Click. Click. Click.

A flame sparks to life.

Blue and red and gold.

Burns the blade of the knife.

Flick. Flick. Flick.

Grey metal turns to black.

It chars as it heats.

And I hold my breath back.

Shh. Shh. Shh.

The sound of searing skin.

Slide the blade across my arm.

To keep the devils in.

The smell a stink that stings my nose

My breath it catches as I hold

In my hand the handle’s cold

Despite the flames that burned so gold

Before I broke into my skin

In hopes to keep the devils in

The only hope I have that’s left

My heart it screams inside my chest

But all I have’s this burning blade

And fear and pain is all He gave

For god abandoned long ago

The child that cried in deepest woe

For he knew not the life he’d lead

Or all the…

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Keepin it Real!

“Be nice”, they said. “Always be nice.” As important as it is to say nice things often, it’s also necessary that you remember to say things only when you mean them. I learned it the hard way. But, I guess, the hard way is always the appropriate way. Your little, harmless exaggerations could very well make someone’s day. Put a nice smile on their face. Making people smile… isn’t that nice? That satisfaction. Man. Just awesome. Gets you real high. But those things you say, start losing their value. If you go around telling everybody you meet that you love them, then when the time comes when you actually feel like you really; just really LOVE them; that phrase won’t mean a thing. You’d have to invent a whole new phrase to show them what you mean, and that’s a total drag. You don’t have to be an I-love-you-prude. Just say it when you mean it.

It’s the same case with letting people into your mind. When you’re the kind of person who tells just about anyone your deepest secrets, then it doesn’t matter who you confide in. Save the good stuff for the right people. I’m sure you all have them. Those right people. 

If you’d do anything for anyone, then what sets apart your people from everyone else? Yeah, sure, you’d know. But who cares what you know? Unless there comes a day when you can feed your thoughts into a computer and actually show it to those people, you have no definitive way of letting them know what they mean to you.

Certain things in life make sense only when you’re going through it yourself. To me, this is one of those things. And when you talk about these things you can’t really be sure you’re making sense. Yes, it’s kind of a bummer. So, I’m just going to go with my gut. Have a good day everybody. And hopefully you’re keepin it real! 🙂

Be Heard!

I find myself typing away at my laptop a lot recently. I wonder if it is because my school re-opens shortly and I won’t have time to anymore. Around here 12th grade is like the end of the world. Not a soul looks at it like another year at school. Perhaps, it is special, because its the senior year of high-school, the final step before you move off to college and everything but that’s not really why they make a huge deal out of it here.The 12th board exam is like the most serious thing that happens every year. It’s a bigger deal than the elections! Getting through the ordeal they make out of it is like crossing the seven oceans without a boat. I see this huge impenetrable mound of textbooks…I look away and focus on my writing for now. 

Coming back to the post, I’ve a question for you.

Why do you think we’re here?

We all have a purpose in life. A destiny chosen by our fate and all that crap which is not what I’m talking about. This is more of a basic, preliminary purpose of our life. A life that ends without having made a difference is a pointless one. That difference every ambitious soul out here wants to make needs a voice, and the loudest one is heard. 

The most popular topic of recent times are the upcoming Lok Sabha elections in India. All the voters out there, isn’t this a nice time to use that voice of yours? I never really write about controversial topics if I can help it but, this controversy is sort of embedded into my life. Having a politician for a Dad makes you have an opinion or two. I see them here everyday campaigning for their party out loud with their colorful banners afloat. It’s either criticizing the opposing party or exaggerating their own capabilities. The false promises are sometimes so obvious. Yet, we don’t lose hope. The mass population holds on to the hope that there are a few good people out there who really do want to change the world. The promise in the air seems so fragile with a majority of the population being succumbed to the bribing tactics of our very sly wannabe leaders. Votes, how easy are to procure you ask? It is as easy as “donating” a household appliance. In a way the world is not even affordable lately but then in another way it’s getting as cheap as shit. No wonder all the young minds in the population strongly disapprove of any involvement in politics. 

The NOTA (None Of The Above) option in the voting system is becoming increasingly popular among the first time voters. Being another fellow teenager I know how easy it must be to not have to think about who is less corrupted and simply just voting for nobody. But, if you ask me, that’s not really the smart thing to do. The teenagers of today are the future, aren’t they? Where do you think this world is going to end up if all you care about is keeping your hands clean and minding your own business. It is your country too. More than anyone else, you are capable of bringing about the most radical change. What happens when the actual doers just want to sit back and watch the show? There will be no change, will there? Isn’t it kind of ironic that, just because you want to be cautious of choosing the wrong person you are ready to give up the right to pick the right person? When none of us are ready to trust the middle-old aged public to even influence us and our lifestyle, how is it that you’re okay with them deciding the fate of your country? 

A little over 20% of the total electorate consisting of 814 million are of the age 18-25. 20% may not seem like a lot, but you’d be surprised about the amount of change you can make in this country with that 20%. The remaining 80% consists of:

a) Fragile minded people who can easily be bought. All they care about is temporary well-being due to their poverty ridden state. The less fortunate people who are easier to take advantage of.

b)The relatives of the candidates participating in the election or simply just involved in the party who have a very biased idea on who to vote for. 

c)”Not-so-fragile but happen to be pretty sly and are very keen on selling their votes”-people. 

d)The reliable ones who actually vote with the right intentions in their mind. But, unfortunately that is a very small number. 

When you just decide to keep your hands clean and let the rest of the country take responsibility for the leaders they choose, I’d suggest you first look at the reality of situation. The idea behind NOTA was to ensure no foul play using the votes of citizens who didn’t vote. It’s only goal is to keep record of the population that normally doesn’t vote. A series of delusions have led to the idea that this is some how a way to free yourself from the burden of choice. By not making a choice, you are still to blame for leaving the country’s fate out there to be taken advantage of. 

I guess in a way, I’m campaigning too. Pushing you to make a choice and not simply stay out of the race! what’s the fun in that? Having the power to decide who rules you is a basic necessity. Why give that up? We live in a world where the teenagers of today spend a fair amount of time choosing between brands and nail polish colors. Wanting the best is what we all have in common. If you spend all that time making those little choices. I bet you’d want to think way harder for things like this. Bigger things.You’re all given a voice. It is your choice to speak up and be heard or simply be another fragment in the echo. In a previous post I went on to give a detailed theory on how our choices make us who we are. So, does that make you a “none of the above”? You might want to think about that.