The Line Between Facts and Opininons is being Obilterated...

FACT: A fact is based on direct evidence, actual experience, or observation.

OPINION: It shows one's feelings about a subject. Solid opinions, while based on facts, are someone's views on a subject and not facts themselves.

What people deduce and make out of facts shows their own thought process and individuality which becomes their own opinion.
The point of contention though is that facts don’t change but opinions do and there lies the beauty of the human mind. Every man interprets the same given facts in different ways.
Although I still believe that facts are free, opinion is sacred.
Exemplified perfectly in the world today where everyone is out to sensationalize every little detail, twisting and distorting facts to make their papers sell or increase TRP ratings.
The heart of the problem is that the division between factual news reporting and opinion has become increasingly merged as newspapers pursue political agendas and seek to draw attention to themselves in a hyper-competitive market.
When our media is more interested in reporting opinions as facts, how will we ever discover the truth?
And are we actually willing to know the truth of are we just maintaining this transparent veneer of respectability by deriving a sadistic pleasure out of these mundane issues being blown up in proportion and displayed as breaking news every second on these news channels umpteen in number.
All I am trying to say is that though a fact doesn’t change it might never entirely be true.

'Never mistake a fact for the truth'

What's on MY mind??

This has been inspired by the "whats on your mind" status tab on facebook.Its almost a creative orgasm every morning when i put a new status and await comments from friends and the like.

What's On My Mind....
The client who never answers his phone...
The generators constant drone...
The sweltering heat of this summer...
Just the thought of which makes me shudder...
My brown kurtas' tassles
Just about everyday hassles...
Amidst the thousand client lists...
The bombings by the terrorists...
Did I circle the next public holiday...
Why did they ever make a MONDAY
While I am busy popping the bubble wrap...
Shit! The client wanted the Delhi Metro Map...
Evenings are usually spent watching the IPL...
Hoping and praying somebody invents a WISHING WELL...

Numb!

Immune to disappointment, numb with disbelief
Waiting for this life to turn a new leaf.

Unaware that my soul has long been dead and my spirit worn out
The symptoms though shreiked out loud.

In the form of acute aches flowing in the teary rain
My shivering hands accompanying my frozen brain.

What is it with the cold outside
Or shall i say the world outside.

Engulfing me in a lathargic rigour
Like the ripples of a deadly fever.

With ever increasing seismic circles
It makes my laughing lines look like wrinkles.

My life's contractions come in endless pangs
Is it just me or as the weepies once sang.

"I'm standing still...and the world spins madly around"

THE ROPE OF HOPE

Cold hands...jittery heart....exploding thoughts....

Waves of jitters start from the toes and poke the soul....

Its on my head and everywhere I go....

Cant seem to think beyond it....

Fear of uncertainity coupled with the mystery of the unknown...

Entangles me in a web......I'm trying...I'm fighting ...I'm hoping....

The problem is I dont know......the problem is nobody knows....

With a thousand exploding thoughts my head takes a quantum leap...

while my soul stays put...the jitters stay put dark and deep....

Coming in waves ....sweeping away the floor from below me...

Forget being sure...I need to atleast know.....

Show me a sign....

Send me the rope of hope

Hope & Faith

Hope, faith, optimism, patience, passion, & ambition.........
Fear, insecurity, pessimism, pity, greed , pride, ego...........
MY nurtured ego,my blatant over confidnce,my cruel intentions,my raging ambition......
every pat on my back inflated my ego.....
every word of praise raised the bar further....
the burden of expectations is nothing compared to the pressure of performance....
benchmarked by no one else but my self....
The me myself and I are at loggerheads with each other...
Taking the risk just for kicks.......
The hope of winning big takes me on a different trip...
secure and unhappy.......insecure and happy.....
choose your sides..mines clearly defined...
for my benefit they've been made for me.....
The cheek to look into my own eyes and face my own decisions....
This is what I mean when I say that my life is mine....
I am the master of my own success and the reason for my own failure.....
And the sun my freinds is no more than a fiery canvass to etch my name upon......
So look out for me......
I promise...You'll wanna be a part of my DESTINY........

When anger engulfs...

When anger engulfs....my thinking gets warped...
Objectivity is the need of the hour......
It pokes my ego.......trying in vain to deflate it....
I wont let that happen...what's mine is mine....and I'll make sure it remains mine....
My mind's racing in a thousand different directions....
I need to halt...I need to breath...I need not to think...
I cant help thinking...its ingrained....its me......
There's too much noise in my head...ear plugs wont work...
I cant escape it....I want to run away but the "me" in me wont let me.....
If this is the way its meant to be I mite as well succumb....smile and move on.....
Yeah I'm a fighter....tougher and stronger with every defeat....
So this is to the world out there..."BRING IT ON...."
I'll stay put.....I'm ready with my sleeves all rolled....waiting with my gloves on.....
You fucking BRING IT ON NOW...........

When I became MY own enemy !!

This peace is unsettling...
Coupled with uncertainity its almost exciting....
Makes me wanna look forward to the future...
My reason for being here remains...
Confused and perplexed....
Standing tall with my feelings all mixed...
Am I just loosing myself in the process...
Why do I always have to be so clueless...
Surer of what NOT to do that what to do....
Irony seems to be middle name....
No one can help me till I know what I want...
Why is a problem if "EVERYTHING" is all I want...
Nothing makes sense anymore....
Waiting for that one opportunity to knock my door...
Do I even have a door or have I just shut myself in a place so unreachable...
that finding myself is becoming a task...
My private equation with God remains...
I wish I could have this pact with him....
For every tear that i drop...i get a crore....
But is that actually what i want....to cry and cry and cray crores...
Thats something I wouldnt even wish for an enemy....
Hence proved...I am my own enemy...............