Emotional Fool Or Full of Emotions

Girls are always commented to be emotional fools but are they?

Before coming to any conclusion we must first try to understand what emotions are? If I try to define the term emotion then my comment box herein will be filled with co

mments like “why are you being so emotional?” and similar comments. But I guess someone sometime have to draw a line between being an emotional fool and full of emotions. So, here

I am to prove my side of the story.

I know girls react very openly to a lot of matters and discussions but that doesn’t mean they are emotional fools. If a guy reacts then it is said that they are giving statements and of freedom of speech. But then why the same explanation not considered for girls? We too have the freedom of speech. Isn’t it so? Or the rule makers were biased male figures of our society? I know none of this is true and our law makers were geniuses who never have differentiated any right between a girl and a guy. But, as girls disposition has always been tender and attitude brittle we can’t just claim them being emotional fool but I would say they are full of emotions.

If this is not enough then can I have the liberty of saying that guys lack emotions as they never ever try to understand a girl’s sentiments and always are on a spree of making fun of them and

their softheartedness. Now, please don’t give me the damn excuse of saying that guys are practical; because I can count ‘n’ number of instances where guys prove of not only being less practical then girls but also have shown more childish attitude than girls. Now what do you have to say?

I know this is a very controversial topic and no guy in this world will agree definitely because of their so-called male-ego; what a joke. Now when we are talking about emotion and male ego, then don’t you think that ego is an emotion? LOL. Guys do have a heightened male-ego that urges them to prove themselves always right, so now I won’t be wrong to dare and call guys as emotional fools. Am I right?

Now I am actually enjoying writing this blog. OMG.

So, guys what do you have to say? Pen in your comments but I know guys will have an upper hand as mostly my blogs are read by my guy friends. But still I enjoyed writing this. ;)

Feeling Lost

Feeling lost. Eyes blurred with tears, tears that flow down unleashing the emotions trapped in the heart. Tears trail down their age old path but even their descent does not cool off the heated emotions of my tumultuous heart. Now, smile seems like a long lost friend who often visits but for limited time and when it leaves, it erases its mark and creates a crater of hopelessness.

From the very beginning of my so-called life (I hate to call it life though, but I don’t have any other word to define it... so life), I have craved for few things that till date I am deprived of i.e., time and understanding of my loved ones. But call it my misfortune or whatever, as time and time again I am left alone b y people I love, to fight my tears and ailing. It’s not that they are never there, rather it’s that they never have enough time to see through me to find that my heart is filled with hurt and that my eyes are watery.

Day in and day out I am left alone with my solitude, solitude that makes me feel like a loser. Now when I look into the mirror I don’t see myself but see someone with sad watery eyes crying out for someone to wipe their tears with affection and understanding. It isn’t that no one has come forward rather the ones that have come forward have been always either snatched away from me by oh-so-called luck (good for them but bad for me) or they just are wise enough to walk out on a cry baby like me or they just don’t have enough time to hear my heart out. In any case, I am left alone to tackle my raging heart and hurt emotions.

Sometimes, when I sit back and think about this, I feel that I am lacking in the skill to make other realize my sentiments. I may be portraying the wrong picture of me being at the best of my moods and making everyone takes me for granted. Is it just my bad luck or am I destined to feel like a destitute.

Poker Face

Life is so self-consuming; at every step you find a new hurdle. The moment you cross a hurdle, there stands another hurdle jeering at you. If you try to find solace in someone close then life will disappoint you with the realization that the person who are standing around you trying to give you comfort with their soothing words are actually sneering at you from inside and waiting for the moment you get entrapped by the hurdle and fall; fall hard on your face; and that will be their victory. Victory of what even they are not aware of but still they do feel victorious. Such is the irony set by life itself and you don’t have anything to do with it but just tolerate the turmoil with a poker face. Poker face to hide your emotions and sentiment of feeling hurt; poker face to prove that world that you give a damn to everything else while you bleed to death from within.

But can a poker face always help you in hiding your true emotions. May be for some people who have mastered the act of presenting a poker face over the years; but for novices it’s a matter of luck. As keeping up a poker face requires a great effort and mental strength to overcome the volcano of feeling rising on the surface of your heart to present the world a damn look of the poker face.

The treacherous motive of the world around us and the betrayal of our wishes by life itself have led to the intervention of poker face in everyone’s life. Poker face is the ultimate weapon against the deceitful senses of others that tend to traumatize our mind and the very existence of us. Most of us have misled by our innocent instincts to be surrounded by perfidious minds that leave an open and unattended wound to haunt us for the rest of our lives. These incidents not only snatch away our innocence but also make us either indifferent to the world bearing a poker face or lose ourselves emotionally trying to be indifferent.

Ironies of life have outstretched themselves to such an extent that has left its mark as well as its trail, and we are left to deal this torture with a poker face. But Why???