Games. Lies.

Playing a game is an act requiring patience, understanding, and humor. It may be the thrill of the win, the adrenaline that drives some. It may be the teamwork and camaraderie that some enjoy. Accepting defeat and being a sportsman is not everyone’s piece of cake

Games for the sake of fun and competition are a ‘high’ for the lovers of such activities, deriving gains of aphrodisiacal proportions.

Knowing that you are being played with? Not so much fun.

How naive are we that we know not when we become pawns of bigger pictures. And even more deplorable, when knowingly, we keep mum even after seeing we are a mere dice in some people’s hands.

Why do we make such choices? Either there is no way for you to exit or you just let it slide. Or you don’t have the balls to resist, to call it quits, to confront.

I wonder why it helps to be played. I wonder how we live day after day trudging along wanting or not, getting thrown around in matches one after another.

Don’t have any idea why I do. Except. that I do. Live and play and get played.


Make peace.


Fighting with myself is the most difficult.

I hate it

But fight I must.

Fight over what to eat, what to wear, what to say, where to go, who to be with.

Isn’t it easier to succumb? To all that others want me to do and be? To all that I feel like? To all, that’s such a piece of cake?

Why bother listening to the ‘inner Sarz’? It’s just so simple, doing as I want is such a lucid river to swim across, then why do I choose the murky, raging whirlpool?

What difference does it make to anyone what I choose to do and NOT to do! It seems like our lives are run by everyone around us except ourselves. The reins are never in our hands; instead, the neighborhood big mouth, the college bully, the irritating MIL, the infernally interfering ‘friend’ all have their own input and two cent’s worth to contribute towards us, completely unwarranted, I might add..!

Err, we might, humans, aren’t we all? Decisions we take might not be the best and choicest. Who gives a shit! If you don’t scald your hand, how would you learn to keep away!

Taking the high road has never been as plain as ABC; its about time, you learn to move past the laughing hyenas and abysmal cliff and smile the smile that makes all wonder what it is that you know and they don’t. Be happy with yourself. Own yourself.

Make the most of the time you have here, as there won’t be any left to repent when you move on.

Live like you want, talk like you should, jump off a cliff, take a chance!

Live a little!