Unspoken Verses

So well, I'm in the US now, studying for a masters in computer science. Also, I'm in a long distance relationship with a girl in India. It's quite a movie story really. We met in office in India. She never wanted to fall for someone, cuz she had her life planned out as resulting in an arranged marriage with a nice guy from her community. But she was just too smart for her own good. We bonded over conversations about the Bhagwad Gita and Mahabharat, and the Universe and ideas and ideologies. And here we are now, in an overseas long distance relationship, while she's probably gonna be meeting some boy in November, you know, the arranged marriage scene. We've decided to take action or do the planning to bring me into the picture only after that. Let's see where it goes. Btw before I forget,  Rick and Morty  is the shit. I also enjoy studying people now. Cultural Differences. And here's what. I'm gonna do a nice big post about Hinduism, and our Indi...

So I was talking to my girlfriend yesterday (AKA the love of my life) and she said that I shouldn't give up writing on my blog, that it was a great hobby and I should pursue it, lest I forget how its done. I thought about it and kinda agreed, but emphasized how I had much less to say now. Then she pointed out how most of the posts on my blog are sad or angry, none of them are happy. I was like well some are funny at least, she said, its not the same as happy! that even the ones about the past girls  aren't really happy. So I said well they're as good as the times I had with them. So she said, " Are you sad, cuz that blog reflects that! You should write about the happy times you've had too not just the sad ones!" I told her how this blog wasn't a reflection of my personality but just a place I chose to vent in. "I mean even the name, - unspoken verses", that's what it says. "Well jackass, I've been hinting at you to do a pos...

Girl: Dude, change your profile picture, it's so weird. Guy: Meh. Girl: Seriously, you look weird. Guy: If you're so keen, go login yourself and do it. Girl: ok, gimme your password. Guy: Seriously? Girl: Yeah. Guy: okay, here's it. Tell me your account and password, I'll login too. Girl: why? Guy: Cuz you're logging in mine. You're really logging in for real? Girl: hahaha, yes, you have three notifications, oh wait all of them are from me.Changing the profile picture now. Here's my password & login. Guy: Don't put up some lame-ass gay picture or something okay? Girl: yea, hehe.. Guy *logs in*: you have a notification, wait, you get a notification if I *change* my profile picture? DUDE, you're like a spy. Girl: Bwahaha, yea. Guy: *goes to the changed picture from her account, writes:* "Guy!! you look sooooooooooo hotttttt!!!!" Girl: dude, wth!! *gets busy* Guy: notification: "Guy's commented on your picture...

So this isn't a typical post which compares the two sexes and/or pits them up against each other, or their behaviour or so. I am a man, and a man's head is all I perceive, then again, there may be no such thing.. maybe it's people of different types. But there are certainly, some gender roles, women have broken out of many, but not men, and I don't think the male ego itself allows them to. So the idea that I'm walking towards is, vulnerability. I think, on their own, alone, single, men do/did not feel many things. There is a shield. You know, like rocks in a vessel of water, you throw it in, it makes a few waves, that bounce back from the vessel, and calm out soon enough. Men, who could be warriors, fighters, because, they had been able to, with the help of anger or sadness be insensitive, or numb to others, to their own pain, to not have compassion, to be, animalistic and fiery and merciless. To numb out their own pain into anger. And yet, inevitably, the wo...

Recently, I met a couple of my guy friends. The highlight of the meeting, was one of the guys who'd recently started dating a girl, and the big deal was, that it was the dating-your-best friend-life-connect-kinda-deal. You see, most people, who're in a relationship don't realize if its real or not. I mean, to be able to judge, you have to have had experiences, and thus be able to compare. Many people settle for a partner, simply cuz they don't know any better. They don't know how great, truly-great-connect worthy of a relationship really is. And you can't know it, till you have it yourself. Most of the time, most people convince themselves. But with the real deal you don't need to. You just know. No matter what anyone else may think/believe. Truly speaking, its really inexplicable. All you can actually say is, you *know* when it happens. So Guy1 had found the real amazing connect kinda girl. Guy2, was the kind that girls wanted for a friend. And he...

You've seen me nice You've seen my nice But you pushed too hard Now see my vice, Bitch see my knife All covered in ice All ready to come Take away your life My light is white My dark is black Won't make up for the things you lack Bitch no more slack I'm done with that I would've let pass the 8 chances you had But you came back Sayin you love me That we were meant together to be And stupid me cuz I believed In your sweet words And sincerity But look at me Look in my eyes As I put my dagger through your life and your eyes stay shut expecting steel cut And I advance to induce fear Then, just don't care to come any near.

So, the more I meet, the sooner they break up. The only reason the graph pics up at the end is because, number of times we met/meet must be

Let Set A = the kind of girls I find physically attractive. (essentially exuded persona, apart from general appeal) and Set B = the kind of girls I find mentally attractive. (essentially ability to have interesting/intelligent/funny conversation or generally smart opinions and insights) Then, the kind of girl I would now like to date = Set (A ∩ B) or maybe set(A ∩ B)=Angelina Jolie?

I'm a mad man. I swear to God I'm crazy. Honestly. Right now I'm talking specifically relationships wise, although that statement would probably hold true in many other scenarios too! So to start off, I'm a commitment phobe. But I'm not your normal kind of commitment phobe - the ones who are afraid of being tied down to a single person for an incredibly long time - nope, I'm not that. I'm commitment phobic cuz my mind, which is rather smart (and basically practical) knows that almost no relationship at this age will actually last through and I hate the ending part, so I'm actually a commitment phobe cuz I hate break ups. Sweet innit? ( But this is valid, only until the time that I haven't gotten into a relationship. After I get into one, I'm a girl. I also exaggerate a million times.) Now, if I hate break ups, I must tend to not let go of a relationship after a break up right? Like I must be the kind who tries to hold on? Right.. Except that'...