Your Single Most Powerful Weapon – Love

The long walk that we used to take on the deserted streets, the unspoken words that conveyed many emotions, the separation of few hours seemed like an eternity while the time spent in each others’ company vanished in a flicker of seconds.

These are some of the profound memories that I treasure in my memory box. Have you ever thought about the possibility if there was no such emotion as love? Life would be so dull- no one would have appreciated the beauty of nature, no one would have smelt the fragrance of a blooming rosebud, the moonlight playing hide and seek with the clouds would have just been God’s creation and nothing more than that.

The pitter-patter of the raindrops creating a beautiful rhythm and the lovers swaying to its melody would be just an illusion. No matter how many people proclaim they don’t believe in love, they don’t realize the fact that the love bug already smites them. The affection towards our siblings, the reverence for our parents, the faith in the power of the Almighty- aren’t they all different aspects of the same emotion?

When you love someone dearly, you automatically start showing your gratitude or reverence towards him or her. This particular emotion adds a unique exuberance in everyone’s life. I tried to run from it, tried to hide my emotions in a hidden closet but eventually fell prey to it.

Love is not always about loving your spouse, but it’s about showing your dear ones how much you care about them. In this case, the heart predominates over your mind and all you have left to do is to follow your heart. So what are you waiting for? If you care about someone, go ahead, scream from the rooftop, but do not suppress it, because time waits for none.

Handling Adolescence

Teenagers are perceived as wild, tattooed, out of control creatures with a total disregard for discipline by many conservative people. This view is entirely wrong, and it is extremely distressing that teens are generalized so thoughtlessly by a section of holier than thou people who have probably lived their own adolescence as if they were forty anyway.

Adolescence is a turbulent time in most cases, because it is the transition from being a child to an individual with a distinct personality and maturity. Transitions and changes are hard for people of any age, then why should teens be an exception? Generalizing teens as such disregards thoughtful, talented teens who will go on to become decent adults in their lives.

Even if they are not the picture of sobriety, what is wrong with liking heavy metal music and piercing a body part? It is a matter of choice, and should be left entirely to the person in question without judgments. Teenagers are people too, and that’s what everybody else needs to remember.

Don’t Be Scared For The Fear Of Falling

When my friends talk about their childhood, their face lights up instantly. Their joviality seems to absorb all their tension and sorrows. As I sit near the window against the backdrop of the crimson sky while the cold breeze caresses my face a child hidden somewhere in me feels content.

The transition from being just an ordinary child to a grown up individual was an undoubtedly long journey, even though it was quite enriching. I had my share of hurdles, but I refused to get bogged down by them. Those hurdles were inevitable but hope kept me alive.

I have seen a lot of people who cannot accept personal loss and failure and have adopted a defeatist, depressed sort of attitude in their daily lives. Everybody has his or her own interpretation of depression. For me, depression is a phobia of failure and an inability to move on as a result.

In my case, my brother, friends and family were all a big support, and so I decided to let difficulties know that I’m the one who is difficult. Instead of being crestfallen I stayed buoyed up and today I have made it my motto that, “Don’t be scared for the fear of falling. Instead, let yourself fall in order to learn to stand again, stronger.”

Studies In India – A Boon Or A Burden ??

Ever since I heard that studies is not going to help me in any way, I’ve been planning on working full time online .

I don’t think my folks would ever agree to this decision of mine, as always. But no harm in giving a try to convince them, think like I do .

Off now to convince them …

Ahh Shakespeare

Shakespeare was a wonderfully neutral writer. Through his unbiased presentation of the intrigues of personal and political conflicts in his tragedies, he demonstrated the relative nature of all things.

He proved that there are no “black” and “white” areas in human character, and justifications for most actions are possible. The relativity of all things amply justifies why all those fantasies of the good winning against the evil do not come true many times.

Indeed, the terminology of good and evil, right and wrong changes according to the perspectives of the individuals concerned. It is amazing how Shakespeare’s writing is still very relevant today as it demonstrates his interpretations of human nature, which still hold very true.

His universal themes continue to appeal to readers worldwide, and it looks like this will continue to happen unless humans change very drastically somehow.

Looking For Self In A Stranger ?

No matter what they say, self-esteem is dependent on looks to a large extent for many people. With the increased hysteria for cosmetic surgery, make up and clothes, many people drastically want to change their appearances.

In the process, however, they tend to forget their naturalness. The new trend for poker straight hair, for instance, has led to many women sacrificing beautiful wavy or curly tresses for bland, straight hair. Some of them even go so far as to streak it with blonde, red and brown hair color.

The adventurous ones even dye it pink or purple. To me, it seems like their low self-esteem and loss of confidence about their own looks lead them to look deliberately like something the dog dragged in. I mean, sometimes people really want to know what is underneath all that makeup, even while it may have been surgically changed somehow.

People seem to be losing their identities in order to create brittle, artificial exteriors. In this milieu, somebody who is comfortable with his or her naturalness is like a breath of fresh air. Somebody who feels beautiful will obviously reflect that, and start looking great as a result.

Contrast this with people who are so insecure about their looks that they become shells, hiding behind an illusion they create every morning, looking in the bathroom mirror. To me, the most beautiful people are those who keep it natural.

Cannot think about my life without Books

Books are amazing companions. I first started exploring them from a very early age, and fell more in love with them, as I grew older. They fascinated me then, as they do now, though in very different ways.

It’s amazing how the same book can seem so different at various ages. As I grew and developed as an individual, so did my perceptions and interpretations of the world. However, when I’m sitting down with a particularly wonderful book, I still feel the way I used to those many years ago…the same sense of wonderment, and a peculiar awe, as if I was unraveling something magic, something sacred and perfect.

I’m grateful to feel as if I haven’t grown up at all, especially at these times, since my precious books rekindle the glorious innocence of childhood, along with a strange wisdom that only children can possess, which as adults we tend to lose.

Money Is Not The Most Important ‘Thing’, But Its Absence Screams

“Money is scarce” that’s one of the main characteristics of money, which my Economics book taught me. If that is true then how come some people have it in abundance while some people (like me who write for a living) remain penniless throughout their lives. My mom says that people who don’t have money have bad karma but I beg to differ. I don’t really have money because for me job satisfaction is a priority and money is a secondary thing as compared to that. I’m definitely not saying that I don’t need any money, but I don’t want to be waking up everyday to a job I detest just for some cash. However, the moolah at the end of the month makes me really proud of the long hours, the overtime and all the hard work, which goes with it.

When I see young people my age spending those crisp, green “just out of the bank” notes with the faces of all sorts of “eminent personalities” at the back, it feels like a taunt. “You’re spending me carelessly now, but tomorrow you’ll be running after me.” Where is the value of the hard work and the zeal? It seems that the urge to earn has made life a blur…people just can’t seem to stop brooding about the number of good job offers that they have let go of. I say in my mind, “This is not the end, tomorrow will come, but whether you make the most of it is totally your decision. Be the architect of your future and not the destroyer of your dreams. Don’t let go of your dreams, dismissing them as just a hangover or just the after effects of a slumber party, because they might just be something much more!

Calcutta Fixation

Footsteps teeming with life on your sidewalks
Spill out on the roads, while the people march
In urban hurry, back and forth, life pulsates in you

The essence of love and hate combines in your spirit
As you hurt them and you love them with as much gusto
As the young ones play football on your maidans
And shout as they score a goal, and you smile upon them

Your benign, patronizing pseudo intellectual pretensions
Take you away from reality and deep into your own
Complex abstractions and the labyrinth of myths
Leads you on until you are confused and chaotic

Your languid and lazy air combined with your gracefulness
Does nothing to hide the scars on your body, until the City of Joy becomes
The City of Contrasts, a refrain repeated until you are ready to scream.

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