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An ode to Creative Bonding




Have you ever read a poem that gave you goose bumps, made a gentle itch in your soul that you desperately wanted to meet the poet in person? Have you ever heard a tune and felt a deep emotional attachment with it that you just wanted to shout out loud to the composer, out of gratitude? Have you ever gazed at a piece of art and had an urge to talk to the artist? I wonder, because it has occurred to me hundreds of times.

“Do you sing?”

“Oh yeah, sometimes I do. I write poems too, but not that many!”

“That’s beautiful. I play guitar. Why don’t we sometime hangout, jam maybe?”

Whenever I meet someone with a propensity towards music or arts or creation, I find myself immediately sinking into conversations as above. And I am quite sure that many of us have at times shared similar experiences, given that we love to sing or play or create or design. Irrespective of our backgrounds and professions, such spontaneous openness is a function of something psychologists and philosophers love to call ‘creative bonding’.

Creative bonding is a mighty defiant to the decrees of age, sex, caste, religion or ideologies. It has the power of bringing people of seemingly opposite thinking to a same ground of imagination and pursuit. I could hate you for many reasons, but if you’re a good singer or a composer or a poet or an artist, I’m obliged by my own creative virtue to respect you, to see you as a person that does something beyond just existing.

This attachment is unlike any other forms of human interactions, it is a divine way in which people metaphysically connect with others who share a considerably equivalent level of imaginative and intellectual consciousness. This bonding doesn’t seek out any achievement, and it has no defined purpose to serve. Yet it has its own aura, a distinct, flawless character molded by a sense of something bigger, soulful and holier. Isn’t it beautiful when two discrete human beings, completely different from each other share a common unseen appetite for art or music or innovation?

This divine bonding has served humanity at its best. It has produced awesome music by the greatest of bands, gifted us with many of our technological triumphs. There wouldn’t be any literary masterpieces if the writers and readers didn’t share this intersecting space in their psycho-emotional sphere. The world would be boring and monotonous lump of stardust if someone didn’t paint and some others didn’t relate their own imaginative thinking with the hues inside that painting. No one would sing, and hence no others would dance; no one would design, nothing beautiful would have been created if this rather unsung fruit of human consciousness never existed.

And what’s best about creative bonding is- if we let this attachment diffuse into our workspaces and relationships and homes- we would be even more close to each other; we would feel each other more deeply, understanding others while letting ourselves wide open for an amiable interpretation. This would make us even more productive, even more willing to share our interests and hence dissolve our ego. Nevertheless, it’s a pity that only a meager fraction of the human population develops this queer ability to be under the skin of the other (bridged by creative bonding), for it takes dedication and a proclivity towards compassionate understanding.

I can’t say for sure how nativists or environmentalists would react on this particular pretext, for I see that human experiences and perceptions are subject to how well one has seen, not just through the biological lenses, but also through an intangible window of self-realization and contemplation the spectral of this world. A general view fails to display us the nuances that construct this intricate fiber of creativity and the secondary repercussions that it leads to. This unseen drive that attracts people towards creative maneuvers is an onerous thing to comprehend, and hence vulnerable to misinterpretations and ridicule. Often, these creative fires are mocked and laughed at and disguised for foolishness. But that’s where the trick kicks in. Passion and vision outwits this mockery, and these blissful souls never give up creating and learning and sharing. Then symphonies of change are composed, status-quo challenged. Heretics are heretics for a reason.

So, go recite your poems out and loud. Dance when you feel like, even if there’s no audible music. Someone may join in your moves, you never know. Sing, and vomit your frustrations out. Make a cartoon out of that retard politician, pluck your guitar’s strings till your fingertips bleed. Don’t worry, a little blood is always okay; and also, medicines do really work. Your creative spirit won’t let you just follow and consume and submit and die; you are here to build something, to find out alternatives to confirmation and perpetuate the humane legacy of progression. You are a metaphor written by the universe that not all can understand. But don’t let your flames die, and soon enough there will be some others who catch your fire.

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JPT story: Marry me because I am rich




“Marry me.”

“I have a boyfriend.”

“Dump him.”

“I can’t. I love him.”

“Love is just a feeling. Leave him and that lovely-dovely feeling will be gone as well.”

“I don’t want the feeling to go away. I am happy this way.”

“I can keep you much happier.”

“Oh really? How?”

“I will get you a mansion with everything in it that you ever dreamt of; will have a swimming pool to the theatre, servants to caretakers. Give you the best car available. Invest in your passion and help you establish yourself as a successful businesswoman. Let you buy anything you want to have. Just imagine a life that you have everything and you can do anything before you die, would not have a perfect life? That’s your happiness I am guaranteeing you if you marry me.”

“WOW! So you are actually buying happiness for me! All this time, I was thinking one can’t buy happiness, but you just claimed that you actually can.

“Yes, I believe happiness can be bought. You just have to be rich enough.”

“Are you happy, since you are quite rich?


“Then why are you forcing me to marry you as if you are so desperate and in need of someone in life to fill your empty unhappy life?”

“I am happy already. Just that now I want a wife to complete my life.”

“You don’t know anything about me but you are so obsessed to marry me. It can only mean you are attracted to me and basically, you want to marry my outlook, and in return you want me to marry your money, isn’t it? And you want me to carry your babies and raise them up, that your parents and relatives be happy and proud of your life. You actually want a machine that can produce babies and you are here to buy the machine at any cost since you have money. OR, you want to marry a girl that you can flash around saying “look what a hot and beautiful woman I found.” It’s all your ego and your life, isn’t it?”

“You are overreacting to my simple interest in marrying you.”

“Wow! so marriage is just that “simple interest” for you?”

“You are blind in love so you are not understanding how lucky you are that I am showing interest – the richest guy in town – that many girls would die to marry. Don’t be stupid. Once all this love crap is gone, you will realize what a mistake you did by rejecting my proposal.

“Let me explain to you my love life. Every morning I wake up with his good morning message and that lightens up my day. You see? I start my every day with a smile. Then I go to the gym. He is my motivation to stay young, stay healthy. I probably would not hit the gym and jog every day, if he was not in my life. I would just be lazy most of the day. My career, my study, it all revolves around our future life and dreams and desires. We dream to buy our house in some place, we dream to buy a car and go around touring the country. We have lots of plans and dreams. All those plans and dreams keep me moving, keep me focused, and it is the same for him. Now, let’s assume, I just leave him and marry you right away. I wake up with no good morning message and that would feel horrible. You may try to take his place but I don’t have that feeling and connection with you, so I will never feel that exact oxytocin rush. You will give me the house but it won’t be the same as the house I had dreamt to share with the man I love. You will give me the best car but the man sitting next to me would not be the man I love and I would feel empty. Servants would serve us dinner but I will be always missing the life where I would serve food for the man I love. Marrying you is like marrying Mr. Trump. I will have everything but not joy and happiness. And with this empty soul walking around your house and life, you too will feel sad and angry and guilty. Then our kids will suffer. That will make us more sad and depressed. You see, Mr. Richie? you can’t really buy happiness.

“But once married, you have no choice than to accept me and you will learn to love me and all these filmy notions of romance will be back to cheer you up, darling. What’s your problem?”

“Oh poor boy, you don’t even know how love works.”

“Ugh! Love, love love!! isn’t there anything in life that will compensate romance and love and still keep people happy together?”

“Okay listen. I have a friend who I am sure would love to marry you. Wanna meet her?”

“I don’t want to meet anyone. I just want you.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I like you more than anyone else.”

“There you go. You see? That “I like you” feeling matters more than anything. I like my boyfriend. I don’t like you. Find somebody that you can like, and you be liked back for what you are to each other in wild. That’s what marriage is all about. If you look for a breeding machine or look for a woman that can be bought, you will invite nothing but misery and sadness in your life. The Sooner you understand it, the better your life will be. Decades of togetherness defying the biology and nature won’t work, Mr. Money guy.”

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Living is enough

JPT Story




Father: “Bachnu matra thulo kura ho? Bachna ta kukur pani bachirako chha” Is life all about living? What about achievement in life?

Son: Tell that to a wife whose husband is suffering from cancer and going to die soon. Ask her if she wants her husband lying and breathing and nothing much or she wishes him dead. Tell that to a mother who lost her son over a suicide that if doing-nothing-but-only-alive son would be enough for her or not. Tell that to a child who lost one of the parents who anyway wasn’t doing anything in life.

Dad, you haven’t lost anyone in life, so you can tell staying alive is nothing. When you lose someone then you will know staying alive itself is an achievement when millions die everyday prematurely.

I am alive, and that’s an achievement itself. Greater achievement is to be successful, rich, popular, etc, I understand, but you know what is the greatest achievement? It is to stay alive happily and independently. All the success, money, popularity, this and that only falls in between the achievement and the greatest achievement.

Dad, I am alive, I am happy, and I am independent. Maybe, per your definition and perception, I am not achieving anything. But to me, this version of me is the highest form of achievement. Don’t worry.

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Dear Love,

Let me tell you this again and again. I love you, loud and proud; deeply, madly, truly. Never thought, I would be loving anyone this much. You know, I used to find it funny when people say “I would die for you” but now I know such feeling is real, because I can relate. Damn! you got me.

Spending rest of my life with you was my biggest dream and I would want nothing more. Serving you, caring for you, growing old with you, they are the desires I long for every day, every second. Despite, I am calling off this relationship because it hurts to be an option. This may look harsh and hasty decision but trust me, I am saying this to you for the first time, but it has been in my head for many months now. So please take this as my final decision.

I know you have always tried your best to make me feel loved and cared, but even in those moments of love and care, I could sense you were only trying to be nice and babe, that hurts like hell. Every time when we were together in cafe, in street, in house party at friends place, I could see your mind and eyes were constantly searching for better one that you wish were with you instead of me. I pretended to never felt that way but deep inside, I always could feel “I am just an option” and it feels like shi*t to be “just an option.”

I tried fooling myself zillions times “hey stop overthinking” but how can I convince myself with those arrhythmic steps, wandering eyes, lost and zoned out you even in my presence? You can pretend but not your nerves, not your lips, not your touch. I appreciate your attempt of trying out so hard to synchronise your verbal and non-verbal gesture but your biology just can’t lie. Sorry babe, I have mastered over you. I wish I could never read those non-verbal gestures.

I know I am the one you would be happily settling with if you could not find someone better than me, and I know you would love me and care for me but again only if you couldn’t find someone better. Yes, Yes! That I have been saying. That “being option” is killing me, my love. I don’t want to be an option and live insecure forever fearing when you will find your ideal partner and me being dumped. I want to be The One, like the way you are to me, but you are not. And hey! it’s okay, you don’t have to be. When you find your ideal one, you will definitely be The One.

So love of my life, I am calling this off with heavy heart, drowning in the pool of tears but I know, it is still a better option than to be in somebody’s life as an option, especially when that somebody is world to you.

Please don’t try to find me to console me. I will find the solace in the agony because I know whatever the hell I will be going through for now will still be a temporary which is still better than the temporary feeling of being loved and cared just to fall in the same loop of “just an option,” after some days.

I am giving up on you. Sorry!


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