What came first - Chicken or Egg

Chicken or egg?

Day or night?

Facebook or twitter?

WhatsApp Stories or Snapchat?

Oh, I guess we know that already.

But seriously though, what came first? Chicken? Egg, no chicken, no egg, no chicken. Even though mostly, chicken or egg is asked metaphorically, and is intended to put the receiver in a dilemma, scientific answers have been developed for it. It is considered to work under the spell of evolution.

What is evolution?

Evolution is technically defined as, “The gradual process in which organisms develop in something better or something more complex.” The developed structure, fights the harsh environments, survival difficulties, temperature changes, oxygen level changes better. It is through which we developed our eyes sight. Evolution is however, not random and works under a criterion called as ‘natural selections.’ Natural selection could be perfectly defined as the survival of the fittest, the unfit species, dies off.

But chicken or egg?

Well, what you ordered will come first. This had to come, what did you expect? Anyways, the answer is egg. How? An animal quite similar to the now chicken, laid an egg. The egg had a DNA that led to the birth of the modern chicken. In the egg, the fetus underwent mutation, because natural selection had already developed its DNA, what was the best for the bird, stayed; and what it should have, developed. So, the not so chicken, or as scientist call it, the proto-chicken, gave birth to a chicken. The egg came first.

But it is not a chicken egg!

Though, the egg, gave birth to a chicken it was not laid by a chicken. It was laid by the proto-chicken. The bird that quite looks like the chicken, and now do we call it a chicken egg because it gave birth to a chicken, or we do not call it a chicken egg because it was not laid by a chicken. The egg does not belong to the parent, the egg belongs to the fetus. It is thus, a chicken egg.

The off spring was hence, a failure. A disgrace to the parents, the failure however, turned out to be among the birds with most population and the most common domestic bird. We could have solved the mystery much earlier if omelet was in practice earlier, and then the chicken was never born, or might be it would still pop out of nowhere.

In conclusion, “The egg came first, from a bird that was not chicken” – Neil deGrasse Tyson.

So, the next time someone asks, What came first – Chicken or egg? The egg.

P.S. When the chicken was born, it crossed the road. Making us suffer under the mystery of why did the chicken cross the road?

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Excerpt #2

I told the twilight everything. 

Where we met, where I first saw her, when did we first talk, the incidents that bought us close, the sand fights, her birthday party, the first time she heard me play, the first video, the first blind folded guitarist, my first gig, my first show and everything. Every event we had, except the moments you don’t share, and stay within the relationship. Between all these conversation, I could see her leaving her place in a black one-piece. It only made everything easier to say and difficult to not feel.

“You know, it’s been very long that I haven’t seen her nicely and I don’t know if I would see her soon, but you know right now, I just crave her presence, we could just be sitting her, not doing anything that would count. It could be completely silent, but I still know it would be magical. I don’t even know why I need her anymore, I don’t even know if I love her, I want to forget her but I know there’s no one in this entire world that could make me as happy as she does, and I don’t know what do I see in her, if you are going to ask. She’s so imperfect. Do you know she stammers? But she takes me to lands I’ve never been to. They are from out of this world, just like her. It’s been so long that I’ve known her and I still don’t know what I fell for? Her eyes or that face she makes and the way her lips move when she looks at me.” I chuckled. “It could be her angry red nose too.” I said my eyes following her movements as she walked with slow steps.

“So what now?” I heard the twilight ask, breaking the silence.

“I don’t know. We ignore each other, we walk past each other like we never sat the other, but deep down. I still skip a beat when I even hear her name. and I’m even afraid to meet her now, if she’s not like what she used to be, I don’t want those memories to change. She’s a drug, morphine, I know that I shouldn’t, but I want more.”

“Will you never meet her then?”

"I don’t know. She’s just a stranger now, a stranger with all my secrets.” I chuckled again. “Don’t ever fall in love, okay Moon? It’s a world of hookups, being an old school romantic sucks, falling in love sucks, and it only takes you to a special kind of hell, and do you know the hardest part?” I said and jumped onto the terrace from the platform. “Seeing her fall in love with someone else.” I said as I walked up to the railing, getting closer to her.

“Just go, alright, before she actually starts dating someone.” he said.

“I want to, but I can’t.” I said and took a deep breath.

“Why?”

“Because she already is.”

“Whom?”

“You don’t want to know.”

"Then let her go, you don't need her!"

"Just because it is hard, it doesn't make me not need her. You don't give up on people you love."

“So, you’ll just sit here? Drinking beers?”

“I’ll wait. I know we are meant to be and things will eventually turn out. I told her, ‘I love you’. I didn’t say it for a very long time, even after I felt it, because I was afraid. But, when I said it, I meant it, and you could love only once, it doesn’t happen twice. I can’t see perfection in anyone else. I made a promise to her, I would never let us break. I couldn't keep that, but well, I could try to at least keep a piece of that promise?”

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Parchaai

Duniya se ladkar,

Duniya se bach kar,

Tujhse ek wada kiya tha mene,

Har pal marr kar

Har pal darr kar,

Tujhe apne pass rakha tha mene,

Darte darte inta darr gaya,

Ki tujhse hi darne laga tha me,

Uss dar ki yaad me din yuhi guzar jata hai,

Dil tujhse na mil sake, toh teri parchai se milna chahta hai.

Aaj duniya diwaani hai,

Mujhse milne ke liye,

Kyun, yeh toh me nahi janta

Par mujhe diwaangi hai,

Tujhse milne ke liye

Kyun, yeh toh me nahi janta.

Uss pagli ka pagal hu me,

 Uss Heer ka Ranjha hun me,

Uss Diwangi ki yaad me din yuhi Guzar jata hai,

Dil tujhse na mil sake, toh teri parchai se milna chahta hai.

Kabhi nahi samjha tune,

 Kabhi nahi jaana tune,

Kitna jalta hun me,

Jab tere saath koi hota hai,

Jab tujhse koi kuch bolta hai,

Kitna sadta hun me,

Tere liye un sabko bhaga diya mene,

Unn sabki tasveeron ko jala diya mene,

Teri bewafiyon me, din yuhi guzar jata hai,

Dil tujhse na mil sake, toh teri ruh se milna chahta hai.

Na jaane me kyun darta tha,

Na jaane me kyun jalta hun,

Jab tu meri kabhi thi hi nahi,

Toh me kyun yeh sochta tha,

Toh me kyun yeh sochta hun,

 Tu meri kabhi hogi hi nahi,

Wapis aaegi tu, me yeh janta hun,

Mere saath rahegi tu, me janta hun

Tab tak

Hamari tesveeron me, teri muskurahat me sama jata hun me,

Aur har pal, bas yehi magta hun me,

Teri yaadon me, din bas yuhi guzar jae,

Tu nahi, toh teri parchai mil jae.

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Excerpt.

We all have our ups and downs,

we build, we break

and sometimes all we need to do is went out.

It’s been months that I haven’t even seen her, I don’t even remember what her voice was like without the radio wave disturbances, I don’t remember what she smelled like when I last met her. All I remember are those eyes on that sad face looking at me at the departures on the Mumbai airport and telling me not to go. I should have heard them, and not the words she said.

I wish, I wish,

With this line,

I land in her arms,

And everything would be fine.

I should drop out, leave everything, but I don’t know why I couldn’t? I guess that’s because I hope it someday turn to be the way it was when I had just started. When she was there in there, at the back stage, behind the scenes, sitting on the chair beside me.

I love it when I was doing all this for her, with her. Now, it feels like I’m obliged to do this. I wish we could still have those hugs before I walk up for something, those stolen kisses during the off field battles, and those endless conversations before I dressed up for the war, or when I came back home.

I wish I could just see her again smiling when I miss a beat, telling me it's going to be okay, holding my hand when I sung a song, bobbing her head to the rhythm and where I could see those eyes against the spotlight again, I wish I could see those eyes against the sun, I wish I could see those eyes now, I wish I could see her.

I loved it, I love her. She is my music and she if couldn’t be with me, how is my music ever going to be with me? It’s better if I quit, rather than being like this. I need to stop.

If I play wrong notes, it’s still music,

If I play without her, it isn’t.

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What hurts, and what doesn't?

What do you count as not being together?

The few months of being away or the fact that you are never going to see them ever again?

Or that you choose to go away from each other but wish to be together?

Or is it being in arms but not in thoughts?

We see losses, we see changes, we see people going away, we see people coming into our lives, well, in this world the only thing that remains constant is change; and changes hurt. Most of us are not very happy with the idea of it altogether, neither am I. A favorite singer, sportsperson, actor, model, dancer, teacher, writer or someone who were the only reason you did something, getting retired, could be heart wrenching for us. The loss of relationships you hold with these people, with a person, with a friend, a relative, with a significant one could be the worst thing that could happen to any of us. As it is said,

Grieving upon the loss of someone who isn't dead,

Is the worst thing a heart needs to do.

In all the thing we do in life, there are a few thing we wish, didn't happen, we wish didn't exist, we wish aren't memories but just dreams. They hurt. It pains in reliving a memory you remember so well that you cannot even cheat it to be a dream. But sometimes, they are what make us.

For a moment let's look back to what we were and then to what we are. Facebook memories might help on this. Changes are what make us. Until there isn't a need for it, we don't grow. Until there is no tearing, there is no rebuilding and without it, what are we? Even though we want the things to be like they were, and we want them to stay like that forever, it just cannot happen.

Growing form a five year old to a twenty year old, from a knocking engine to a super sport, from a crawler to a sprinter, and from a failed relationship to something that would last forever. Everything has changed and you are loving it, you'll love this moment too, you'll miss it, we just don't see it right now, but I hope soon we would. I'm not saying things won't get to where they were, you won't ever be with the person you want to be, or with whom you were, it's just that, things would not be like they were, they would be better.

If things repeated themselves, 

so would their ends. 

If universe stopped making 'new', 

there would never be an 'old'. 

P.S. Why does a pint hurt and a bed of pins doesn't, like seriously? Get back to me in the comments.

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If I Wrote you...

I wish I never met you,

I wish I never saw you,

I wish I never held you,

I wish, I wish there was no you.

I flick through the page the pages of my diary more often than not. I see you crossing by me and even though you look at me, you turn your head away, like I don't exist. I know you think that I don't notice but I see you turn your head and look at me when you've walked away, I've got rear view mirrors. My feet still freeze, my heart still skips a beat and passersby still ask me what am I smiling at and all this while I've been trying to get a closure from you. I just had one question, why? Even though, I guess, I know the answer to that.

I've heard your friends complain why do I still describe you in my writings, while mine complain why do I write unrealistic things. I never wrote about you, I never wrote things that weren't goals. Even if I tried, girl you give me writer's block. I feel like I'm short of words. I could write everything about you, but I could never write you -- because, well, it hurts.

My brain freezes, the world hates me and no one talks to me when I think about you. Not even the people I make up. I have tried so many times but I just couldn't. If I could and if I did, I don't know how many acres of paper I would be writing on, and I don't think I would ever stop writing if I could write you.

All this time, I missed so many chances and escaped so much that now I don't even know what track I was on, from where did I escape? I could have done so much, but all I did was wait. I wish it was never too late to apologize and now I... I'm just glad I never got my closure because that would only mean that it has ended and good things don't need to end. Immortal stories don't end.

If I could write you, I would be the luckiest man on earth.

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Kahin Mile toh Usse Kehna

Waade bahot kiye the tujhse,

Koi bhi pura nahi kar saka mein,

Koshishein puri ki thi mene,

Par koi koshish puri nahi kar saka mein,

Tujhe khush rakhne ka waada kar,

Teri hassi ka qatil bana me,

Unn yaadon me jeeta hun,

Jinme me tera na ho saka me,

Waqt ke harr pal badalne se pareshaan hun,

Fir bhi har lamha teri yaad me bita raha hun me,

Kahin mile toh usse kehna,

Harr waada nibha raha hun me.

Kehna toh bahot kuch hai,

Par magar me keh nahi pata,

Mohabatton ka tufaan sama hai mujhme,

Magar me jataa nahi pata,

Tere darwaze pe baitha rehta hun,

Na jaane tu kab laut aae,

Nahi aaegi yeh janta hun,

Par dil yeh samjh nahi pata,

Dil ke lagataar dhadkne se pareshaan hun,

Fir bhi har dhadkan tere naam sajha raha hun me,

Kahin mile toh usse kehna,

Har waada nibha raha hun me.

Unn rasto pe chalta hun,

Jinpe teri yaad basti hai,

Jinpe teri muskurahat,

Aur teri chaal ki masti hai,

Dua karta hun ki aaj tujhe dekh saku,

Chahe door se ek jhalak hi sahi,

Kyunki meri duniya thamb jati hai

Jab tu hasti hai.

Sadkon ke yunn achanak mudne se pareshaan hun,

Fir bhi har mod pe tera naam daura raha hun me,

Kahin mile toh usse kehna

Harr waada nibha raha hun me.

Chahe samundrah tere pair chuhe,

Maaf tu mujhe kabhi karegi nahi,

Galti meri thi me janta hun,

Par kya ek kadam bhi tu chalegi nahi?

Tere liye me milon bhaga hun,

Harr cheeze chod di jo mujhe pyaari thi,

Ek baar mujhse baat toh karle,

Meri ruh itni jalegi nahi,

Aatmao ki yeh gazab mulakaat se pareshaan hun,

Fir bhi teri naarazgi ki wajha raha hun me,

Kahin mile toh usse kehna,

Harr waada nibha raha hun me.

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