Heads up!

Here's another AD... To encourage the office staffs (bike riders) to wear a helmet.





~fEelix

To Smoke or Not to Smoke

We were at a No Smoking zone next to the canteen, the board existed only in vain. So I had a bet with my friend. There's a nice office in the same floor, where a lot of nice girls have to cross through the waft of smoke. I made 2 posters (at my personal cost) on 2 opposing walls... On one wall to my right you have the Marlboro men... To my left you have the belles cat-walking... LET THE GAMES BEGIN!


Wall 1


Wall 2



~fEelix

Typos and Errors are kina funny... Here's one that caught my eye... :)

!10 Things to do after being Dumped!

1. Buy a goldfish name it after her and keep overfeeding till she becomes really fat. Then you can start scowling saying… “So much for your waistline. See, I still take care of you”

2. Start collecting teeth from a dentist write her name on it and leave it with your card wherever you go.

3. Drink beer and every time you burp keep saying “Damn she dumped me”

4. End every conversation with the words. “And so it ends like how she dumped me”. (Trust me, it gains a lot of sympathy and annoyance from peer groups and even better on the not-so-peer groups)

5. Start eating things that are totally unnecessary or what you hate (edible ones like, raw garlic, castor oil, throw the banana and eat the peel, so on and so forth). While you eat it shout not too loudly in public “For you, <> my love”

6. Propagate something really stupid she used to do (like sniffing walls, leaving cigarette buds on your toes when one hand holds beer and the other some other snack. If you are talented you could shift objects and appendages too.)

7. Sing the worst song 24 hours not the whole song just 4 words from it and end it with her name.

8. If it’s some political campaign period, Scribble “Post your Votes for My Love - ” wherever you can. Especially near an ugly politician.

9. Act like you are a Gremlin plotting to steal everyone’s happiness just because your love got stolen. Best served if you have a secret tree into whose hollow trunk you could get inside and carve hate messages.

10. Turn starry eyed at every ledge, high corner of the building, open window. Move towards it like it was enticing you towards it, the Jaws-open-type-effect. Keep uttering, “Coming to you, my love, ”. Best done in the middle of large groups of people, during important conversations, meetings, etc.


~fEelix
PS: One of my friends was asking me "Oh, what do I do now, Felix?... what do I do?" at the rate of 17 times a second. I thought maybe there are a lot of friends like him out there, who could use this non-sensical adivce or just simle it away. There are things in life that require us to keep a hold on. Like admiring stupidity for starters :)

This is my Why

Why are we all here?
Why do we still believe in good things when there is none around us to feel?
Why are we striving so hard when we know everything we work for is as passing as it is?
Why do we regard certain things greater when everything is a part of the Greater?
Why are there some things that we can never explain, know we can never and yet we try?
Why do we smile?
Why do we cry?
Why are we what we are?
Why do we need to know these answers?

~fEelix

The Voice

For when all the days pass by there was one voice in my head that kept my peace reining through my body, mind and soul. A voice that put me to sleepA voice that sang to me when I was sadA voice that assured me that I was safeA voice that made me feel great A voice that spoke to me all the time It was my mother, it was my sister, it was my brother, it was my father.
Though I’ve never seen any of them separate. It was just one voice. For several years I thought it was some angel talking to me. And over time I became dependent on it. It never left me, though at times I couldn’t hear it were moments of pain, sorrow and failure. And today when I wrote this I knew what it was. It was the voice of Self Confidence.

~fEelix

Just another day…

It was a cold winter night and there I was sitting on the front yard of my house. The neighbourhood was extremely quite even of some of the occasional naughty ones who run down the street.

Left nothing much to do, I started to take a stroll down the drizzling pathway. The climate was just as peaceful as anyone could ever want. After a few blocks, I stopped by to take a deep breath and do a few stretches. And after the first few stretches, I froze to hear something.

There was a faint whimpering in the air. Tracing the noise I slowly moved around the corner and found a litter of puppies on the cold wet ground. I bend down to see if these adorable ones were safe. Sadly, they weren’t. The cold had closed their eyes, giving them no visions of the ugly rag life they were about to live. I mustered up my emotions trying to find where the whimper was from.

A bit down further, there was this little brave one, standing and whimpering into the cold winds, probably calling for her mother. She might have known about her brothers and was seeking her mother for comfort and warmth. She stood there, a survivor, whimpering and occasionally yelping. This little one’s hope really had my heart melt down. Quickly I picked her up and warmed her with my coat. I knew the probability of her mother returning was very sleek, even if she was alive.

I dint’ enjoy this weather anymore. Clutching this poor soul I started walking back home, thinking of her brothers, feeling slightly miserable and depressed. A slight glow in me kept my spirit up. At least this one was safe. Just as I was planning on how to raise a puppy, I noticed something that completely left me aghast. I felt all my selflessness drivelling through my body. I saw a simple image we all cross everyday. Something we never have or had bothered to give a second thought.

There in a corner was a small figure of a dirty kid in rags. Shaking vigorously in the cold. I stood there for a moment that seemed like ages with my jaw open, completely loss of words. I wished I could pick him up too. A part of me was already helping the kid up and had gone home. But reality was far from it. All I did was just stand there, soaking in the moist wind. I had the strength to raise a pup, not a human kid. Slowly I walked away. Before I left the vicinity I saw him, his eyes were twinkling. Not of joy but of the tear that froze in my heart.

I returned home to write this story up. Wish I had done something. Or did I just do?

~fEelix

When honour is questioned.
When trust fails.
When love is hated.
When pain breathes all over
When hope is a broken.

Men don't cry, they bleed.

~fEelix