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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

One more that me fiddled.

~fEelix

Hi,

This blog has now become a Graveyard. And so it shall remain. If life ever wakes up here... It'll pretty well be a scarey thought. So long and thanks for all the fish.

Bon soir.


~fEelix

Of Men & Honour
Pages from "The Chronicle"

I believe in the skies that open through when I wanted.
I believe in the winds that cut across my face the moment I wish them.
I believe in the waters that freeze its flow if I just thought.
I believe in the earth that will rise to a towering, complying with my summoning.

But Men, they are a lost belief. I washed my hands off that faction, the moment they stopped believing in love. In truth, it was their only source of power. A power so strong that would put any other to meaninglessness and thus, their greatest.

I clearly have seen it. There was this time when men held greater power than any other being that walked these planes. Any Battle that raged couldn't have unfolded such glory without them. Some they won, some they lost. But "somehow" by an uncanny course of events they always survived the greatest of disasters, multitude of Armageddon, Wars that have wiped out generations... what ever it was they always lived to tell the tale.

It was as though a Great Hand of Favor swept across all nations and across battlefields, whispering what could be the fate, which was in favor of its denizens. And why were they favored by their fate or the Hand was a question better unanswered for there was a charm it bore that gave Men a respect and a reason to live for.

The "Somehow" carried only one explanation: In all the many battles, I've fought side by side with men; I've always glared into the eyes of the soldiers just when the battle cries was about to echo a multiple times across the raging planes and as we were to wait still for the enemies to leash out their fury. Just then, at that very moment, their eyes were always transfixed to some place else. It had led them somewhere, far away from the battlefields, where they no more grip the swords and axes, a place where blood is only a meaning of bond and not something that is strewn all over. A sheer sense of intense human reality reeks that second and that's how long it would last before the first cry of death swelled the air.

Brave Soldiers got braver. To them survival was a theme, not a word you carried around your neck like a talisman.
That second they had traveled back to their wives and children.

Knights strengthened their ground firmer. To them valor was a quest to their very being, not a badge on their chest.
That second they had traveled back to their King to whom they knelt in pride for eternity.

The children of Royal blood straighten their grim brows. They glanced across their legions casting a prayer for every single man they saw.
That second they had traveled back to their kingdom from where they saw the hails and the showers of fine hand picked petals from their people, which elated their blood to being Royal.

And so it has been. Until now

Men will never be the same. Greed, Pride, Prejudice and Vengeance has shadowed their Honor, Valor, Dedication, Truth… and worst of all Love – the Love for themselves.

As for me and how I know of this- I was once a man myself. Now only my tombstone claims the past on a land where men lay down with me but in a time where none are.

~The words on a Grave

::: Fear and Expectation are the root cause of all Pain which is the very curse of all those mortal and immortal. And those who don't fear but expect shall die unexpected and fearless :::

The Vicious Cycle

Here’s a Situation: Man hunted small animals and ate them (hunger- Basic need). Man sees a larger species wants to know (knowledge) if it would possibly taste better (convenience).

And so the rest follows…
Develops a device to help him hunt it down (Solution - Technological advancement). Cannot carry the animal back home (Problem – Convenience). Develops a device to carry it back home – palanquin (Solution - Technological advancement). Due to the ease, the large animals around the parts are depleted (Problem – Resource depletion). He sets out to scout other areas to hunt (Solution – Discovery). Finds and hunts the animal but cannot carry it back through the distance using the crude form of transport device (Problem – Convenience). Develops a better device – Cart with wheels (Solution - Technological advancement). Wheels keep breaking due to rough terrain (Problem).

= Cutting a few million years short =

Motorized Vehicle requires fuels that are harness at great extents (Solution - Technological advancement). Fuel areas deplete leaving the last left areas very precious and wars are waged on taking hold (Problem – Resource depletion).

How ever different we may look, we still what we are- Men causing problems, rectifying it, a solution that creates a problem that needs rectification and so on…

One Bloody never ending cycle of Pain leads Rectification causes Pain leads Rectification …

I wish my language were better while describing it. But my irritation is too much to be bothered.

As I woke

Tears of joy at the very tip on every single blade of grass. The morning sunrise glistening on them, making them sparkle like the jewels they are; those that can never be bought. My heart felt light. Is this how eagles feel whent they soar high above? I swear this could have as well been called Heaven- Enora, where angels seek peace. I could not recollect what lies or death or pain was. This valley has never heard it. All that echoes through these skies were tranquility and a searing joy. I felt my heart would burst with so much of happiness. But what burst down was a tear from the corner of my eye. I could not explain what is the reason of so much elation. Infact there was nothing in particular. The beauty of the place, surely. As a cold wind passed through my entire body, I felt weak and dropped the last of my stiffness and fell to my kneel beside it. This was my conformation. I was spilling out all the pain in my mind. Easing out even the tiniest sorrow hidden deep within. This was rejuevenation. Enora wrapped her wings around me like a comforting mother. I was sobbing now. Laid on the ground and slept until dusk.In the morning, I woke up and I saw a blurred vision of a person in white smiling at me with utmost peace. Slowly I saw the doctor in front of me. He tapped my head softly and said I could go home.I closed my eyes with partial happiness from an encounter so great but with a sadness that I will never taste this ever again. There was only one thought in my head "Damnit! Morphine Rocks!!!"

~fEelix
PS: I was actually writing that as a part of GhostStalker's Story, then I just had this funny thought and changed the ending bit. So If you ever see it repeating somewhere. Kina ignore commenting on it :p (especially if it is going to be a bad one)

Um... Some of the ads I was working on...

When Angels Cry

They left me no mercy. They left me no respect in humanity. What have I done to
them. Was it my fault that I was born like this. I am struggling to pull through thier
torture and still smile at them, for I no know not what is to cry. My face was made
smiling to put joy on my onlookers.
But fate it seems, my smile seems to increase thier smirk. They have destroyed my
home and now they lash out thier devices of torture at me. Stinging my body, my soul,
my spirit. I have never prayed for myself. But this one time I shall make a small
prayer before my last breath.

"Oh God, There are many of my brothers and sisters out there. Let them not even see
what I am experiencing. Keep them far in thier paradise away from the vileness
above. I pray for a day when we can all commune together, dine together. Not be
dined."

With that last prayer, I snorted my last through my blowhole. I think they cut my fin. I felt my body no more
vibrate on the trawler.


When shall peace be?


~fEelix