when things get ugly and they often do , who do we turn to? do we decide to let go the moment and pretend the ugliness didn’t exist or do we find a way to live with it? do we clean it and make it pretty to suit our taste or do we get down, down right ugly and deal with it … 

i deal with ugly in a down right ugly way.. does that make me ugly as well… they say you shouldnt fight with a fool .. he gets you down to his level and then beats you at being one… or is it that going down right ugly is the best way to redeem yourself of the stress that comes with dealing and ignoring and pretending and living with ugliness

here is what i do and what i like to do ….

i like to stay away from ugly things… as far away as i can… i love to pretend that it doesnt exists and live in a world that pretends to be of class.. most of us do that … pretend to live in a world which is class … 

class in itself, class that cant go beyond the mediocre idea of sophistication, class that pretends to believe good salary and big house is sign of class, class that believes on good job that may pay for EMI is good enough to judge the world against it…..

i live in class like that …. but i like to get ugly… not to prove anything to anyone but i firmly believe that when one lives in a class that believes in messing others life and routines to satisfy the hunger of attention and rebuild self worth based on destroying peace in someone elses life, no matter how cheap it may seem and no matter how uncivilised it may seem i like to get ugly

i like to get ugly to let the other person know… that my peace is not be taken for granted, my loved ones are not to be messed around with, i may be very kind, sweet, outgoing, tender, caring and loving person… but when it comes to securing the peace of my life i can get ugly… uglier than ugly can think…

so in the class where hush hush lifestyle, an act of good clothes and cars, number of houses and assets dictate your worth, i like to get ugly… 

sometimes i believe for ugly to see how ugly it has become.. the mirror is not enough … so i become ugly