When the letters go tangling

Okay, this substance may be in the same lines , say a sequel to the crux of my previous article , " the confessions of anonymous person". This time I'm gonna confess about something which you may think is so unlikely for anyone to notice or to grumble about. You may also think that this one is too intruding into people's idiosyncrasies. Well you can take an apology from my side before you could continue reading this tale. ( Well I actually don't wanna owe one , because I really think this is an incinerating issue ,that is least cared by people, and has become a latest fad among all aged folks ).
               Well, I want to put forward a collation ,the one of a person with his language. Can you imagine liking a person who is totally unkempt and disheveled? I know it can never happen in even in dreams ( Well. I'm not meaning any of those stereotype collections in the cine field where any sort of cupid strikes can happen :P). Well if you can't for the former , then how could you prefer the latter ? How can you not like an improper person and yet prefer the imperfect language?.Language being an integral part of our life , plays a silent watcher and can trip us at times. But the scenario now is that we go and fall a prey to such trips. What makes this happen is the "tangling of letters " . It's become a recent trend to use short forms , with no partiality for any word! Who knows , even as days tread, the words "short form"may themselves be indicated in a more petite form . These short forms not even imply the reduced form of the words, not even a drop of few letters , but involve a complete mix and match with letters tangling and dancing to their own tunes . We are so much used to such words that we almost forget the original spelling of the words and are in a scenario to sign up a monthly tuition with the 2nd grade kids , to learn them up .

       The worst situation that one could face is when you type bazillion lines explaining even that intricacies of the cusps of the jist , and there comes the moment when all that you'll as a reply is a "K" or "Ohhhkeey" or an even worse compressed form. It would have taken the same time to type an "okay" or at least an "OK". All you do sway your fingers , which do not consume a day's pay , but just few milliseconds extra. This laconic reply surely puts off the mood of the person who has taken an effort to convey something . This not only pertains to this word but for all those words in the English language. From what was called the way to achieve time efficacy, this is almost  turning into a fashion quotient and we have reached a situation where a person is considered to be berserk if he/she types normally.
                   " I m gtng lte..its 3 alrdy I hv 2 go thr by 4.wen shl v meet.." This is very well understood by all . No doubts .But what in my opinion is , what is that force that pulls you back from just spending that extra few seconds in typing the words fully? . And more appropriately why is that hindering you from being normal?. It's not that by saving these extra few seconds  we end up with a valuable day. It takes million such extra seconds to make up a day's hours and so why not use it when there rather than abstractly wanting it.
                Again what I mean here is not that short forms should never be used. And I also admit that I'm not a very avid follower of this. I too end up using few short forms like lol , btw and some more . But as specified above, it kills the beauty of the language and once it becomes an addiction, can trip us anytime, and hence may redound to unpleasant situations. In the long run what matters a lot is how well we are able to understand the essence of the language , and these fashion trends can prove to be an evanescence , and a new way of typing words ( to me...a more stupid way of doing it...as there is only one way and it has already been taught to us) can make its way, where if we continue to dwell the same way we are , we will end up in a much more bleak scenario.
        The thought that I wanna drive through this is that it's nice if we reduce these short forms step by step and habitually it may be completely driven out , making us to enjoy the real essence of the language.

Yes, I'm tired of....

Okay. This title may make you think that I've gone berserk. Or yeah, you may also feel that I am gonna twaddle by making you bounce to the heights of boredom and return back to this earth with a bang. Well , I don't know really how to classify this one. But yeah, take it as a "confessions of an anonymous person" (sorry that few who read this may know me :P).
                                                                 On a sunny and weary day, came the thirst as a sudden uninvited guest into him.(Well this is not an excerpt from any children's storybook) . But it was soon quenched by a bottle of water.Dot. The thirst had gone, what about the bottle?? Least cared by any. Why should it be important after your mission is achieved?. You are considered a sane person if you feel that the bottle would not cry or feel when you crush it after use. Yes, don't worry .Your IQ is perfect. But what if a human is in the place of that petite bottle? Are you still considered a sane person? It is ironically a yes.
                                                              There occurs many situations in life where a human is treated the same way as the bottle, may be worse than that. This may not happen always, but yeah surely shows its grey shades atleast a few times. In this sociopathic world, nothing that disregards a human seems to be punishable. People have started to become more self-centric and what they care more is their well being. Okay, it's not wrong and it's obvious that you have to sate your needs and achieve and accomplish what you really want. But are these to be done at the expense of another person or people at large? Many people may or may not understand that they bamboozle into other people's life .( Okay I was trying to be diplomatic. It's mostly the former way where people do it knowingly). Most of them try to cover people's mind by their saccharine talks and their mendacious actions. All they want is the help of the other person until their deeds are completed, on which there is no room for any compromise. Then comes the period where they start neglecting the person/people who helped them. This may just be a beginning. The climax of this may even be as worse as being treated like a piece of shit. This may also be countervailed when the person is able to fight back. But for innocent or more frankly people with practical minds ( I am for sure one. Yes by this, I mean it) , fighting back may just seem like an act of clearing  a garbage. The more and more you do, the more it hurts and irks.
                                                           I really don't know from where this kind of cheap attitude arose in the minds of many. Initially I could just see it like that mentioned in the cliché "Once in a blue moon". But as years passed by, I came to understand this it is not the moon but a galaxy of stars (here I mean the people with that cheap habit to disregard a person after using them for what they actually want), that surrounds me . Having crossed nineteen years in my life, leaving apart those ecstatic years of childhood (probably only the first few years), I am tired for I have been clearing my path, crowded with such kind of people. But I always try keeping this in my mind -" I forgive people for what they have done to me. This doesn't mean that I really forgot what they did, but is for me to MOVE ON, by throwing these people into the backstage of my life's play". With most of my life's years yet to be crossed I keep waiting for I know that  this list of mine will never end and may keep oscillating in its count. So am I this cheap plastic filthy bag where people can throw anything they need and crush whenever they want and use it when ever they opine? May be a yes, in their eyes. To me I would still be the same me, helping and aiding to the extent of how much ever I can. But I know that this little volcano inside me would surely explode one day. That one day I can really not predict the apocalypses. Conclusion of my confessions-  You wanna meet some parsimonious minds? Well, I know many.