How Do You See Yourself?

Because this will be the beginning to making all the difference in the world, promise!

We love it, don’t we? (Or secretly die in the suffocation of envy) When we see the new picture updates by the Insta-star. How flawlessly the hair stays on point, how effortlessly the person strikes the pose,  the background adding to the grace. Then you look out for the last selfie you took which reminds of how God made you in a jolly good mood but a terrible sense of humor.

Forgetting that the only person to be held responsible for the fiasco is the wrong side of the society which has instill the imagery of perfection in our gullible minds.

Anyway, we can’t do much about the nosy, irrationally perfectionist neighborhood, but we can, in fact, do a lot about our gullible minds.

Our mind is a house full of thoughts. Interestingly, the thoughts you pay most attention to take up the Master bedroom, eventually taking over the house. What happens next? Well, you know what they say, right, “How our thoughts become the reality!”

You start perceiving everything, including yourself, the way Controller of your mind wants you to. That’s just the beginning of it. Wait till the law of attraction steps in to further mess up the whole puddle of peanut jelly! So, you see, it all starts in your mind, with the tiniest of “what I don’t want” thoughts you paid heed to when there was this even tinier thought that was singing on top of its voice, “Girl, you are amazing, just the way you are”.

The choice is yours to make. Which one of the two do you want to listen to? A path of thousand miles begins with a small step. Tch! No! With a small thought. And if you are in search of a strong motion as to why you should be doing that, well, those pesky, notorious thoughts are barricading all the happiness from you. Good enough cause to work for, eh?

Believe in what defines beauty for you. When you spend time appreciating yourself, you have less time for ogling over how you ought to be (as per prescribed by the aforementioned neighborhood).

The most rad version of you has little to do with how you look and a lot to do with your personality, your skills, most importantly how you see yourself.

Work on yourself. Start with small steps towards the big goals. Visualize the way you want to see yourself carrying you. It doesn’t haven to be what you have been told up till now. Give that attention and care to yourself. Make your own definitions of beauty and grace. Shift your attention to the tiny thought telling you the good about you.

Because that’s how it is. You carry yourself in the way you are most comfortable in. Be your own Diva. And the world, too, will begin to take notice of how magnificent of a person you are.

(How do you do that, you ask? Well, you have something to look forward till next week)

You need to carry yourself with body language that speaks who you are, with actions that mean kindness, with topping of your skills and talents and the cologne of confidence. Or the Pjs of comfort and sneakers of nonchalance.

Whatever it is, see yourself in way you would smile at yourself looking in the mirror.

Love and power,

Anjali.

PS- You, my person, are beautiful!

It is okay, you gonna be alright

This is for everyone who has been depressed/sad way longer than they should.

I see you, friend and I know you too

For you and I are one and same

In state of being of our higher selves

 

I see your fights, I see your battles

With the world and yourself

 

The wrath and agony, buried in

depths of your heart, is blowing up

the atoms in your body.

Helpless, you seek somebody; ANYBODY

 

You fight those emotions, resisting

the trauma they make you go through.

Swallowing the emotional rage,

hoping it would relief the distress.

 

You become heavier inside, instead. 

 

Don’t suppress those emotions, my dear.

For once , let it out all out. Let your

eyes flood your cheeks, yell, shout

curse persons, and everything else

throw that vase on the mirror, if you please

 

Do it till not even the crumbs of misery

is left in you.

 

And when your heart and soul is void,

go back to the time in your baby days,

remember the happiness of Sunday ice creams.

Go out and get one, let the melted, cold

sweetness of it dissolve in you.

 

Walk in the park with your headphones on

Play Happy by Pharrell Williams, 

tap your feet to the music and Just Smile 

or dance with the tree to your next

 

On your way back home, stop by to your

friend’s. Remember to hug her and

say, “I love you”, then get the series of Friends or

was it GoT you longed to watch? Set the popcorn, chips,

and every other junkie. Be the couch potato

For the remainder of day.

 

As you come to end of the series, open up

The Alchemist and read the first twenty pages.

And when you are all set to call it a day,

remember to smile and feel

the joy and happiness you filled in today.

 

Carry it in your heart to get on

with now, tomorrow and every day.

 

From your best mate

You

 

 

~***~

AUTHOR’S THOUGHTS

Hey there, Bud!

You know what seems most strange to me, that the emotional swing in sadness is considered so abnormal by not only others but also by the victim himself. Such state of gloominess, anger, hopelessness, pain is as normal as you experiencing euphoria. One extreme emotion is just as true and normal as other.

Experiencing either of them makes you more of a human being than anything else. To be human is to feel. Everyone feels the emotions. Some feels much stronger or lesser than others. Suppressing them is like feeding them to grow bigger and bigger into a brat, rebellion teenager. NOT EASY TO HANDLE!

The more you press the spring the more violently it will bounce back, right?

Elsa was so right when she sang “Let it go”. It is okay to rant, cry, or throw things (not on your innocent friend, please. Would you really like to see your friend with one eye or one limb? Ugghhh!). Don’t fight it. This isn’t the battle you would want to win.

It is okay to feel that way and trust me; you are going to be alright and much, much better.

Every once in a while, you need to empty yourself of those emotions. When it is getting too much for you to handle anymore, just feel the pain, the anger, anything you have been holding on for so long. Channelize it out of your heart and soul.

As you do so, you will feel those emotions much, much more, until you reach to the point where the negative emotion goes down the hill, onto the trampoline, jumping off in the garbage bin, taken away to the dumping area where it rots to its death.

And you’re left with what?

An opportune moment to fill yourself with positive vibes *let’s get all smiles*

Do remember to take that opportunity and use it to the fullest. Get back up, highhh on life and this is my pray for you, may you be the jolly molly eating toffee in the balcony with your puppy….. hehehe! Okay, forget what I just said and get on with your life xD

In my geeky meeky way, see yaa next week!

PS: Your witty lady just posted continously for second week! Time for celebration BD (<- is an emoji, you know, one with sunglasses and huge smile. ‘kay bye.)

And the best MIA award goes to

… Obviously, most certainly, without any doubt, as you may have deduced already, ME

It’s been a long, long time since I wrote (read: created) anything. It’s been longer than that since I posted anything. And it has been even longer time since I came out of the irregularity. JK! I have never been in regularity… Ha! Ha! Ha!

Though, taking resolutions after resolutions; Monday resolution, April resolution, dammit next week for sure resolutions… Bribing my soul with all the sequins and feathers, even terribly missing this tinsy winsy platform (aka my digital space “Eloraquence”), nothing could get the creating place (also known as laptop), the connecting medium (the almighty internet) and my ever wandering, pool of thoughts mind to one place.

It has been so long that I almost forgot my username and password to my blog. I swear on that last Milky Bar I ate, I don’t even recongnise the editing post section anymore! *whines herself to death* (Where is that “add media” option??)

But, the Universe being the ever-so-kind and you-can-do-it spirit got me here AGAIN and this time, you can be sure of regular bombards on your read feeds.

But you know what? A lot of good lessons and thoughts came out of this irregularity. Even though I couldn’t (or rather didn’t) create a full-fledged blog post during this MIA period, my mind was continuously on the work of evolving and generating new ideas.

This unplanned, undesirable break intensified my desire of writing and to be here. There were days I would be scrolling through the old posts, dying in the awe of what I have created (DID I WRITE THAT?) and looking at the appreciations I got from you people for the same; every ounce of my emotions at that time screamed to get back right then and there.

But as my horrendous will power is, nothing could get me there. But now that I am here, nothing is getting me back to the irregularity zone.

As the saying goes, distance only makes the desire stronger than ever**

**T&C: This works only when the loyalty and determination are practiced from both ends.

But again that’s a different, off-track, off-beat topic for some another day. (See?  See what I did there? I told you, R-E-G-U-L-A-R-I-T-Y)

Anyway, I had had my share of struggles and hurdles. Whenever I tried getting back thinking, “Today is the DAY” boi, I swear something or other happened and suddenly *BOOM* my priority list needed a rearrangement. Sometimes (aka only once), it was University re-examinations, then other day it was about guilty pleasure reality shows and some days I was like, “Do I have Belly dancing kind of waist?”

And next 7 hours were invested (read wasted) in Youtubing, imitating and rehearsing the basic steps which eventually ended up looking like a babbling bumbling band of baboons’ kind of scenario.

Lord, Please Help Me! I am TRYING so hard to write and post from so long and these distractions are ruining my vibes.

Then again, passion is passion and rest all doesn’t matter. I found my way back. Most importantly, this prolonged break made me realise the importance of this place, my place.

Keeping tiniest yet most sparkling hope alive in my heart I wrap up for today! I’ll be seeing you all next week.

In my geeky meeky way, “See yyaa!”

~***~

 

(IT’S PS TIME!!!!!!)

PS: Now that I have written, edited and published (finally…!), my ETA to nearest burger joint says .001secs. SWOOOOSSHHHHH…

Also,

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Lessons of 2016

Uh… Ahem… (Awkwardly and consciously walks in, speaking slowly)

Um… Hey, everyone! Here’s once active, highly enthusiastic blogger back after so, so long period of being MIA, aka, me. No, no, before you presume, I didn’t disappear in the air.

Nopes, haven’t given up on blogging.

Writer’s block? What’s that?

Fell on the head and lost my memories of having any blog ever, N-O.

Lack of time? More of lack of spirit to continue writing on regular basis. Yes, I had this drive in me, sometimes, to switch on the lap-tap and begin writing. Then, again, Universe couldn’t get the better of my off-spirit-self. Laziness – 1, Universe – 0.

Nonetheless, Universe doesn’t stop trying and here I am on the very first day of this baby 2017 year with stuffs to share and the lost-zeal-now-found to write. Though, admittedly, I find it hard to articulate all the things that are going on inside my tiny head. Let’s begin with what have been the talk of the town for the day – the review of 2016 and hopeful dreams for 2017.

Honestly speaking, the year 2016 has been like a mirror for me. For years and years I have been living in my fantasy land, imagining things I would love to see happening with me and doing negligibly too little for making it happen. I wouldn’t say I did the same in 2016, too, no; I took my baby steps, however frightening it may have seemed. And now when I look back, hehe, I cannot believe myself I did that.

I have learnt about myself and also about the various aspects of life through the mistakes committed (No, not talking about the time I spelt Merry as Meery). These lessons have helped me understand the importance of practicing and working hard, nurturing relationships, forgiving, letting go of what wouldn’t matter in next 5 years, focusing on your growth and most importantly, be happy from within.

For most part I am still that person who takes makes stupid decisions of acting even stupid-er and will continue doing so, because hell yeah, no one changes overnight plus that is what I am known for (:P). I had stopped talking to people whom I care about, said things that I shouldn’t have said, hurt people, backed out and all the things that make me and all of us more of a human than anything else.

But you know, what is the brighter and important part side of all my stupidity, I choose to learn from it and own up to the same in my gawky manners. Today, I look forward to future, to learn and grow.

And yes, it scares me to think about what might go wrong. But is there a hint of excitement of what could go right? Hell, yes! Bring it on 2017! (Please, be nice, too) xD

So, that’s a wrap for today!

At last I would like to share the New Year message that I circulated through my WhatsApp contacts. Here it is:

With the dawn of new beginning, I wish you a year of stepping-stones leading to the destiny as beautiful as the journey.

May you rise above the odds and soar higher than ever.

You learn and grow, are loved and stay blessed with the gifts of happiness.

The music, that sings you the notes of positive vibes and aura, be with you in your difficult times.

You create your future in the most unique way, building an example by being the light for those in dark.

Play your role in the best way possible, stay true to yourself. There’s one and only YOU.

Sail through the storms and find your way through the winds. You can make it.

**Happy New year**

May 2017 be the year of joyful moments and lessons that help you grow.

See you all next in few days!

PS- you can expect more of what all I self-realised in 2016. Happy New Year!

 

Why You Need to be Vulnerable

Because being on edge of the mountain called Learning empowers you to lose the grip. Ultimately, you fly.

Let’s begin with a question, okay? Raise your hand if you ever wanted to be perfect. Raise both of your hands if you still want to be perfect. Oh come on! We all want to be: amazing body shape, confident look on the face, dresses that compliment us, super talented, popular and everything that has sequins and feathers. Unless you are an introvert (who would rather not be bothered, like me), yes, don’t shy away, you want to be perfect.

One more question, would you like to face humiliation of any sort after being perfect? In public? Okay, okay don’t give me that perplexed look which is asking, “Doesn’t perfect means being away from the disgracing situations?” Trust me, it is not.

In fact, being vulnerable to the embarrassing situations is the stepping stone to being successful.

Humiliation of being wrong, making mistakes, being the laughing-stock, facing failure, stones thrown at you, some day or other will lead to exemplary you. Because when once you have faced and conquered vulnerability, you loose the cloak of illusory perfectionism. You will want to try more, learn more.

And if you want all the more reasons why you need to be well-learnt, here’s the link to my one of the previous posts: Just Keep Learning!

Also, it is just matter of particular moment, just a moment. After that it is up for you to decide to hold on to that moment or to let it go (Remember Elsa from Frozen? Yes. Let It Go). Which alternative you opt decides whether you will be consumed or build up by that moment. None remembers, the only ones who do are already way behind (or lower, as matter of fact) than you. You can’t let them get the better of you, can you?

Of course, the perfect ones had to go through the same, too. The popular girl, the boy who leads the school football team, the one who got promotion within 6 months of joining, the one whose fashion sense you couldn’t stop admiring, everyone one of them goes through some or the other act of embarrassment.

It just their way of dealing, which makes it less of embarrassing when happened with them, but more when happened with you. Embrace the embarrassing and laugh it out when you’re a 60 years old with your grandchildren reminiscing about old times.

“You know? Once I fell off from the branch of a tree and then there was a hole in the ground, enough to plant another one.” *peals of laughter*

“But, you’re such an amazing trekker, granny. How could you have fallen?”

“That was just the foundation of making an amazing trekker” 

(I know falling from the tree is just a minor setback, but the example can be implied to any other situation, too. You just need to look at it through a different angle. What if the said person in the example locked himself up because everyone laughed at him? Surely, he could have missed the laughter with his grandchildren and also, the excellent giving-the-awe kind of punch, had he locked himself up in a nutshell.)

They were vulnerable, too. And still are, but it is the choice that they make everyday which makes it look like they haven’t gone through a single humiliation. See through the glitters and shines, you will notice the rugged and hard experiences which they chose to turn into firm well-learnt footing rather than lamenting over it.

Be vulnerable and take that step to experience it for once and for all. Because getting vulnerable means that you are ready to learn the lessons of life. You are learning the lessons of life. Lessons and tools that will set an example for others to be vulnerable, too, and they will mention you in their award ceremony thank you speech, “Because that person’s life story helped me to pluck up the courage and mould myself in a better person.”

If this isn’t enough for you to start-up and don’t know what is.

Get Vulnerable, Get Success.

P.S. You can mention me in your thank you speech, too. Just saying. *cheesy smiles*

~***~

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The Girl In Red Dress

She was sitting on the

Window seat, lost in 

Deep thoughts. Dry lines

Of tears, time and again,

Wet, yet, no emotions

In her eyes or on face.

 

Clutching the hem of her

Red dress, She let the tears

Flow down the cheeks, 

Slightly touching her lips

And dropping down from

Chin. She was done.

 

She does not feel anything.

Neither the pain, nor the

Hunger, there’s no 

Rumbling or growling.

Only emptiness; yearning

To be filled, yet, not adjuring.

 

It’s been long,

Since she detested human

Touch. The piercing of

keen and serrated objects

on her body made her

Feel more alive than

The embracing.

 

She had been flying in

The face of contradicting

Mind sets; setting limits

For her bearing, none

On their filth. The isolation

befriended her.

 

“Is it my imagination?

Or it happened for real?”

 

There was blood,

Blood on her hands,

Of own potential drives and

Ambitions. The massacre

Shattered her, too. What

Was left, after all?

 

She searched and

Searched; nothing impetus

The hollow soul. Void,

Misery, pointless breathing;

Devoured the last bits 

Of hankering.

 

But, in the end,

It was HER CHOICE to make.

Either to the path of flight

Or the downfall to hell,

She was the pen’woman’

Of her fate.

 

The girl in the red dress,

Wiped her tears and

Cleared her vision, making

Her way out.

Ultimately, choosing to

Rise above all.

~***~

AUTHOR’S THOUGHTS:

This poem holds a special meaning for me. I feel, when someone else reads it, the poem would leave many questions on their mind, “Who is that girl?”, “”What happened with her?”, “What is she going through and why?”, “She chose to rise above what?”. I would love to know about your take on the poem.

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New Phone? Nahh!

Because with the present one I am enjoying a nonchalance that will be taken away, once I get a new smart phone.

On a glorious day called 27 October, 2014 I got my first phone (No, I don’t have a good memory, I have got the receipt because duh! It was a glorious day). Oh! No, no it wasn’t all fairy-tale. I HAD TO SWELL MY EYES OUT FOR THIS ONE. Because come on! You don’t get things easily if you are the always-agreeing-with-whatever-your-parents -say kind of brat. Even, after doing considerably well (Very well! I will just keep this to me. *whispers* I don’t want all the other kids to be struck by thunderbolt attack) in high school, I had no phone while all my other homies did even in high school, one of the many reasons why I did well in back then.

I took care of it like it was my own baby. Keeping it clean, organised, changing the wallpaper, giving it a new look every now and then; showing it off every goddamn time pretending that I got a WhatsApp text even though I didn’t have the mobile data.

So, it was a big deal for me until the spoiling me for all the evil in the world tried sky diving without a parachute and ended up with an open skull. Ever since then it has been the same (and worst. Fell off for the millionth time this morning. Just saying) and even though I am told every day of my life to get it repaired or replaced, I haven’t. Partly because I am used to it and mostly because it brings a sense of nonchalance that will be replaced by responsibility and who the heck wants a R-E-S-P-O-N-S-I-B-L-I-T-Y.

Let me give you the insight of nonchalant behavior I have with my phone. When I am done with all the texting or the battery dies or I just had an ugly conversation with my friend, I throw it like a pro Olympic Gold Medalist. And it never gives me even a heart ache. Forget heart attack. Do you think I could do this with the newbie?

Also, with the ACTUAL screen all broken and the twinkling shine all gone, I really don’t have to care how it from inside is. How icons are placed, the wallpaper, the widgets, the pictures and folders… Who cares? The view from outside makes it clear enough how it would be from inside. Saves me all the trouble in the world.

Horror of horrors! The most dreaded of all! The new phone will be like a brat kid who needs to be taught and fed with every update of apps and my way of dealing with a phone. Who has got so much time? Also, new phone means I will spend way more time than usual on that tiny screen because everything will look so perfect *_*.

How can we forget the most common problem and dilemma when we have to decide on buying a new one? Settling for the old one means I don’t have to go through the troublesome analysis of which one has the better RAM and processor (Yes, I know what they are). The mega pixels of front camera (mind you not the back one), battery life, etc, etc; so much of a headache when the present one works so fine. No, thank you.

There are hundreds and thousands of new phones with something or other as a new feature in them being launched every day. What if I buy a new phone and months later someone I know buys the better one with the feature that helps you teleport, do you really want me to go through that? Aren’t you familiar with the burning of organs when that happens? Being with this phone for this long has made me resistant of that burning sensation. S-U-C-C-E-S-S!

On the closure I would just add that, I refuse to buy a new phone unless the present one turns into a howler from the Harry Potter and screams right at my face, “The new WhatsApp update cannot be installed because this oldie has the Android that not even your granny uses. Update or buy the new phone!”

~***~

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Hey, everyone! Apologies, apologies, apologies (don’t you think, here I’ve apologized more than publishing? *sigh*). It is been 24 days! Whole a lot of 24 days since I last published. No, no I didn’t have writer’s block. It is just that I am horrible at time management, again, a work in progress. But, now I am back to regular publishing on every Wednesday and Sunday.

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Thank you for supporting me till now.

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Whose Fault Is It?

When was the last time you encountered, heard, came to know about someone who did morally wrong to the world and it’s people? Or hurt someone? Passed hurtful comments? It filled you to the brim with outrage, how can someone be so wicked? But is it really their fault?

The bad in the world brings out variety of emotions in us; anger, rage, pity, sadness, etc. Also, it brings a question in light, why are these people so evil? They could have chosen a different way, right? Why are they burying themselves in the deep pit of darkness? The questions are never answered but the image of those wicked people prevails in our mind.

There’s a common saying which goes as: Everything Happens For A Reason, sure, there is a lesson or two, the whole plot to save us from the bad, to serve the greater purpose and sometimes, to reach the best that ever can be. Don’t you think that whatever a person has done or has become, there was a reason behind that, too? No one is born bad or good, right?

There was a story that I read a long time ago in a children’s magazine (I was a child myself back then. ‘kay fine I was a teenager. Late teenager. But in my defense, that story is now part of great content xP). So, the story goes as, a student was been punished for not completing his homework. He was made to stand out for rest of the lecture. When the Principal came on a round and saw him, he immediately inquired about the whole matter.

The Principal then told the teacher that this isn’t the right way to deal with learning children. They need to be in the class; guided, advised, directed and enlightened about the right and wrong in the life. There were many people in history who were thrown out of the class because they did wrong or they seem to be doing wrong. Those people went on to the path of misguided life and deeds. Imagine, what could have happened had they been in the class rather than out of it?

True isn’t it? Lack of proper guidance and the understanding of moral values play a vital role in developing one’s perception about life. Though, this is just one factor which induces the way of life a person chooses. Many other factors, which include discrimination, bullying, lack of education, poverty, also forces a person to choose the darker and dangerous path. 

Oh no, no, no I am not defending their choices that they made. Obviously, what they did was not right. They had the choice to go either way. But what happened to them, the bad that they had to go through, was that right? Don’t you think that if there was less of negligence and bad; more of open-mindedness, guidance for them, wouldn’t they have chosen a better journey to embark on? There must have been a certain incident, saturation of tolerance that made them the way they are. If they are at fault, then aren’t, somewhere, we too are at fault?

Didn’t the bad in world eclipse their good?

~***~

P.S. – I know it is out of sync but stay tune for the post that comes out in an hour about an important update that I would like to share with you all. I am so excited!

And It Rained Heavily

That was the day she knew it was a new beginning. The day, she learnt the lesson which she refused to learn before or perhaps couldn’t learn. The day she took the step forward, the day she grew up.

        “You cannot!”             “You haven’t got it in you”                 “You are just a pity little thing”                              “You will stay this forever”            “You should settle down for whatever you get”                               “Stop bluffing”              “You will never be heard”              “You will be gone unnoticed”                      “Who are you? No one!”               “”You are nothing!”

The thoughts were racing in her mind. She knew what she wanted to do, but somehow the voices of those people out there couldn’t stop ringing in her ears. The words, the self-doubt, the thrashing by her own people consumed her soul. A beautiful, free butterfly was crushed before she could flutter her wings and take her first flight to sour high.

The day was exceptionally blustery, there was unusual eerie in the alleys of the city; something sinister in the aura. The shady, gloomy clouds had overcast the blazing Sun. The rumbling of dry leaves, sticks and twigs filled the hush of the empty streets. The sudden lightening that shone upon her face and the thunder that followed, diverted her thoughts to the emptiness she lived with. The voices were silenced, but the bruises prevailed on the soul, the mind.

“I don’t know where am I going, what am I doing and I have no hopes for the best of outcome. Why am I doing this? For coming to nothing? To succumb to the death of aspirations?”

The voices yelling at her didn’t answer back. The emptiness remained mum; she knew nothing is going to help her. She wanted to talk it out to someone, anyone. But whom? Who could understand her? Who could light the path of her journey? When she looked around all she saw was the crooked intentions of selfishness and greed to fulfil their desire over others. The dingy room of already suffering souls, how could she ask to what is nearly lost?

She unlocked the creaky door and looked outside; gloomy and dark. Her eyes were searching for something that would be never found. She kept a straight face and stepped forward towards the porch and leaned on the pillars, folding her arms she was lost in the mist of her future. The dusty winds went past her; she kept looking at the endless horizon.

A tiny droplet fell on her, she smirked. She looked up to swirling dark clouds, to the lightening followed by a thunder, how it resembled her state of mind. How the clouds couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t hold the weight of its own heaviness. That droplet was just the beginning of the outrage to throw away the entire load that has been within. The mess that had been created stormed inside her, too. She wanted her way out, but how? She smiled smugly at herself and her life. The pit was the result of her choices and deeds.

She stretched her arm forward to catch few more droplets. The sky poured down the burden it carried for so long. She saw the pieces of her own misery in the raindrops. With a thunder, it struck her; she had to let go to gain the power of freedom.

“I don’t know where I will reach, but I will keep on moving.”

And then it rained heavily whole night…

Just Like a Relationship

You enjoy liberty,

Taking for granted the

Bond of several years

Or few moments.

Forgetting, friendship is

Just like a relationship.

 

Why?

How is that even possible?

You must be kidding, girl!

Friendship is way less

Troublesome than relationship.

(In fact, not at all!)

 

 

The foundation of both

Lies the same;

Care, love, support,

Understanding and a

Connection so strong.

 

 

The care you see,

It is open in a relationship,

But hides behind the laughter

When you slip on floor,

Concealed in the

Hand that comes forth.

 

 

The 3 magical words,

Spoken in a relationship,

Hides behind, “You my bro,

Homie!”, said

With a kick right in

The a**.

 

The shoulder in

The relationship, hides

Behind the punch on the

Face, “You. The. Bawse.

And you ain’t giving up.”

Ouch! The boost hurt!

 

The mutual understanding

Of a relationship, hidden

Deep behind the pizza 

Ordered for soothing 

Your rough day, even 

Before you asked.

 

The bond of

Relationship can be 

Seen through the eyes,

But, the bond of

Friendship hides

Behind the hundred of 

Offensives and million

Of insults. 

~***~

Author’s Thoughts:

Friendship is a beautiful relation. Nothing is ever said in words, the act showcases the thousands of feelings. Because it is never about being sweet and nice, in a friendship it is always about being brutally honest and strong shield. It is just like a relationship, you need all the essence of it here, too.

A true friendship will demand of it. Yes, no matter how it seems, after many, many years of friendship you will have to put in efforts to keep it going. The bond, the connection only gets stronger after that. Otherwise, it gets lost in the mist of misunderstandings and distances. But, you know what? Even after the months and years of gap, a single text reading, “Are you still alive? xP” brings a smile on your face.

It isn’t that complicated with right people. We make it complicate. And when did ever a text of kilometer long full of abuses and insults (which will be laughed at later) go wrong?

That’s the luxury of a friendship, you see right through it. Dedicated to all of my old to new friends. Cheers to our bond! (Remember me at least once in a  while, idiots!)

The Calling

You didn’t come here for nothing. You are not going to leave here nothing. The time and space between the birth and death is for the purpose of your life. Do not waste it!

Many, many, many a times we have been asked since our childhood, in school then in college after which it is more of a statement (a fact, in fact) than a question for the one who asked, “What are you going to do in your life?” (To all the nosy ones, I will be 50 years old homeless pig, who are you to judge? Oh wait! Let me remember the last time you went for your Grammy, Padmashree or the Oscar. So, Shut Up!)

And I will be honest with you, throughout this phase, whatever I answered was for the sole reason that ‘I don’t know’ will make me look like a stupid. Teacher and doctor were the most used ones. None of them came straight through the heart.

I am not ashamed to say this that I never knew (until now) what I wanted to do in life. Because duh! What do you expect from an average kid of the school who was always behind the books? But now I know, what I want from life, even if I don’t have any clear game plan (Except for that I have to post every Sunday and Wednesday and I am late already the very first day. Again, I am genius procrastinator).

We all have purpose in life. You came here, right on this Blue planet, for a reason. Even if it is to be a failure for 70 years but leaving an example so big that the world will remember you for next 700 years (or eternity). Yes, sometimes it does take time, a lot of time. But, you know what, the greatest of things have happened after very, very long time of patience, hard work, determination and all the things that are needed to be successful.

Mind you, no matter what the ‘materialistic world’ says, success is not always about being rich, famous or Hollywood diva (For reference, read the stories of KFC, Abraham Lincoln and APJ Abdul Kalam). Success is when you have fulfilled the purpose in life and left a deep imprint of your deeds and rising-from-failure moments that the one born after 150 years reads about your journey and chooses to get back up instead of jumping from a space craft (What? Science will make a progress, human beings and animals and plants will be living on Jupiter in a space craft. Do not dumb the fact down, mind you).

So, what’s the catch?

Oh, right! What is your purpose? Sorry to disappoint you but I do not know. Neither I know how to find the purpose. I am just a person who is leaving the teens tag behind and stepping into the real world. I am still learning. But, yes, to help you out, I have links that may help you with this (linked in next para). But I do know this; the calling to your purpose is deep inside you. You cannot and will not find it anywhere else, but within you. No, I don’t mean to start playing doctor and cut you. M-U-S-E is the word that you need to apply.

Here are two links; one on how to find that ‘purpose’ (7 Strange Questions That Will Help You Find Your Life Purpose, it is an article) and another one on reasons why will you succeed (5 Reasons You WILL Succeed, it is a video). Read and watch it now or bookmark for further reference but do go through them (More homework for you).

P.S. – Please, do share it with your friends and family on social media platforms. No, I am not requesting so that I can gain followers or something. But, because I believe that in this cut-throat competition time, someone or other might need the boost up to get back on with life. If you do then great, if you don’t well, never mind. (Karma has noted what you have not done, that cheesy pizza with coke will be taken away from you, hah!)