Neo Imaginations

        This post is  selected as Tangy Tuesday Pick by Blogadda. "An inch of life I lost, when I made myself fit to live. In an act of co-existence, I lost what I am."  In a world of compromises we are fit to live if we know to kill  an inch of life in us. This compromise is a new way of life. The diplomacy to agree without true agreement is the new agreement of a successful life. If you speak your raw mind you are a complete misfit. So all we do is speak a more synthetic mind. A processing of our true raw mind into something that is more acceptable to others no matter how unacceptable it may seem to you.   Compromises are as rampant as polythene bags. We dislike but we still use. Remember the last time you were totally in disagreement with your boss decision but you still nodded a cheerful yes because speaking otherwise would have cost you your dear job. After all you run a family and not a moral school to be speaking moral scien...

Tanya never paid any heed to Kapil s shaving rituals. She felt Kapil had a perfect face to sport all types of beard and mustache although she preferred him in a clean shave. When Tanya became mother of a beautiful girl, Kapil was mad with happiness. He was a crazy father. But some how the little baby had problems with Kapil. She never embraced Kapil s kisses and hugs like she enjoyed Tanya s shower of love. Kapil could only bestow his love from a safe distance. The baby feared Kapil s presence, till one day Kapil sported a completely clean shaven look. That day changed the whole equation  between father and the little daughter. Kapil s hugs and kisses were reciprocated by the little angel with giggles of laughter and smiles. That very moment the couple understood what annoyed the baby. It was Kapil s smelly spiky stubble, that played villain between the duo.  Oh my God !   My clean shaven look bowled her over ...   E xclaimed Kapil with joy.  Anyth...

        Sooner puberty knocked my door, I had the luxury of soft facial hair growth in the form of beard and mustaches. It was difficult to handle. I wasn't  prepared for it. In those days anything that pulled my mind out of books was labelled trouble. Sometimes I used a pair of scissors to trim it but the more I trimmed the better it grew.  SI P Sharma Time paced too fast. I joined Police Force. A perfect clean shave was like part of my uniform. Every morning I shaved more religiously than I took bath. I don't know anything else that I have done as punctually as maintaining a clean shave on my uniform. Nothing compliments a stiff perfect fitting uniform more than a clean shave look. In the following years I developed intense love and liking for clean shave. It is by now a tradition for me to shave every morning like brushing my teeth.  Last month I was on a month long holiday and decided to sport a stubble for a change. It was just ...