No regret - Let's face it, some things in life go beyond cribbing - they border on regret. We don't have to live in regret. Some people, circumstances weren't the best for us - big deal. We can change that at any time.
No pain, no gain - No one's life is perfect. Period. Someone's life may look all rosy and blissful, but everyone lives wishing for some thing they lack in their lives. I doubt there is anyone who has perfect partner, money (that they desire), health, skills and personality.
Push yourself to earn what you don't have. Just remember to keep a little balance in life (an open eye to all aspects), even when passion or focus drives you in a direction.
Live and enjoy - All right, so we have all gone through some mad phases of not knowing where our actions will take is - life is uncertain in more ways than one. Quit worrying, because you are wasting that time in not living your own life.
Situations/people/life might turn a tide against your wishes, but that gives you no right to cry and sulk and be de-motivated. Be strong, and enjoy - you will cheer up yourself and others too.
Dream big - All of us are in our 20s. Some are married, and some are slogging to build a foundation. There are others who have reached a phase where lot of life-altering decisions have to be made. Don't stoop down to ground level when it comes to what you want in your life. Yes, these might be castles that exist in the sky for now, but they are your castles. Build the base high enough and you can have it all.
Smile - I see so many pictures where people are smiling and laughing, but only momentarily. Most of them (at least for girls) are all about looking 'pretty'. Smile everyday, it can be for dumbest of reasons no one has to know. Wanting to crack up but can't because of what people might think? Forget it, and just laugh. Find the humor in anything, and day can turn around just like that.
Be yourself - With all due respect to society and others, there are times we have to wear a certain mask in front of certain groups of people. With family you are different, with close friends you are entirely different, with a partner you got to weigh out the situation at times and forget yourself.
Why? For what. Be yourself! It's seriously only one life (until and unless you believe in re-incarnation, in which case you might as well stop reading the entire page).
Patient and kind - Yes, two very big words rolled in one point. Being kind doesn't mean you got to be fake in front of people you don't like. It means you are courageous enough to not be bitchy and gossip about anyone and everyone. At the same time, being known as the 'mr/ miss sweet' by ALL probably shows you are acting. Very well.
Be patient with people who don't see eye to eye on issues. Yeah, its all right if their reasons don't make sense. Everyone is different in their outlook. To each his own. And let's make peace with that, instead of arguing or fault finding.
Bad habits - No, this is not a 'new year' resolution. Quit, whatever it is that is harming you. And that goes beyond drinking, smoking, drugs (joints included, for those who will be defensive as always). It includes personality traits that have become habits, just that you haven't seen them become so in recent years.
Right from abusing, to shouting, to causing hurt to others deliberately (even if you pretend otherwise). All these things hurt others around you, but more than anything they hurt you. No one's health or peace is going to be disturbed for long if you treat them that bad. They will take it for a while, then leave. Drop it, you are good enough not to use these weapons in life.
Genuine people - Being 20+, our brain power has increased to see for ourselves who is genuine in our lives. You don't HAVE to meet people who drive you crazy, or compromise because of some favor you owe, or be on your best behavior to people who are not worth the attention.
Some are genuine, most are not. And yes, one point - if you are genuine for someone, you got no right to think that they should be genuine for you too. It's a people chain, sometimes it will be reciprocated - be happy. Lots of times it won't - take that into stride as well.
Love yourself - Now this is the last and final point, for everyone. Just love yourself endlessly, there isn't any boundary or depth to how much you should or can. Life till now, we haven't made all decisions that are always wise and sensible. We have loved a lot, lost a little, and felt sad too.
Problems have happened, life has changed, relationships that were meant to last were broken, families have had issues that couldn't be resolved the way we wanted. Times have been where feeling of being 'unloved' existed.
The one, amazing way to get through the roller coaster ride of your life - love your self, even if people don't love the way you want to be loved.
I have not included words such as faith, trust, belief, intuition, inner voice, karma, destiny because that's something which are different names to a person's way of living life. And it goes deeper than any point listed here. All I can say, as a parting note, is believe in the person who is you. There is only one of you (even if you are a twin). :)
Cheers to all.
And yes, Merry Christmas and a wonderful New Year! Here is to an awesome new decade of life.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Strange case of charity
Office journal
Well, my day started with a weird dream. I say 'day' started with a dream because the dream continued vaguely even when I woke up and stared around my room. With mouth half open, I dozed sitting on my bed, aware of the noise of cupboard closing in my room and people running off the side of a building in my dream. Strange morning.
On the way to the office, I had my novel clasped between my hands, with the KitKat wrapper serving as the bookmark. Oh, how I craved for few minutes every hour to read a page or two more! My morning reading never started as my mom and I couldn't stop talking. With the songs and my mom wanting my attention, I sat there hoping I can tune out from reality and enter the world of mysterious symbols and ancient history.
Soon, I arrived in my office with my book in one hand and shoulder bag in the other. Another day at the office. Yesterday was 10 hours, I wondered what a day like today would turn out to be. Time flew by in the morning with e-mails and phone calls and updates. Can someone ever do work for charity? I wondered silently as I encountered, for the first time, a person who did not want due payment because she felt she contributed very little work. With people inclined towards money, I wondered how people like her managed to do what's morally strange yet different from the rest.
As I heard her out over the phone, I realized that workplace does not leave any place for emotions. Go home and deal with your personal life situations - if you don't deliver on time, you won't stick on even for a week.
As I told her this will be the last thing she will be working with us on, she took it in her stride and cut the phone on my face (yes, please sense the underlying sarcasm).
I felt like telling her to be happy, having dealt with few problems myself, but being in a position where there is a deadline looming near you, sympathy votes fly right out of the window.
With that chapter almost closed (tomorrow will be a new day with some drama I'm sure), I sat down to realize it's lunch time. The food I had gotten from home was over as usual, and my stomach suddenly made a funny noise, out loud. Thankfully, there weren't many people around to notice that. I keep my novel on my desk. Yesterday, it was lying open, waiting to be read. Today, it's shut with no hope of being read once in every two hours.
I removed my chocolate bookmark and started to read. 10 minutes seemed like 2, and lunch beckoned me upstairs. There was talk of breakfast meals and diwali crackers. Twenty minutes later, I returned to my desk, only to find another mail in my inbox. More calls and e-mails later, a colleague asked me 'have you turned to tele-calling?' I burst out laughing for the first time in my day, and explained him what I was doing.
A new thing apart from the telephonic conversation was black tea. Usually, tea is served normally in our office i.e. with milk and sugar. I asked for black tea and got that. Why is it called black tea? Any ideas? It should be brown tea, considering it looks brown, and not black. Black coffee, on the other hand, always looks black. Strong and dark. Tea looks like a sweeter, more gentle version of coffee.
With tea that was too hot, I became restless as it cooled down and realized I haven't written anything in a long time. In less than two minutes, I wrote a random poem which made no sense and yet I termed it as a 'poem' for the sake of consoling my creative self.
The day is inching closer to an end, or so I would like to believe. Let's see what the next two hours bring into my wonderfully lived moment-to-moment life.
Ciao!
Well, my day started with a weird dream. I say 'day' started with a dream because the dream continued vaguely even when I woke up and stared around my room. With mouth half open, I dozed sitting on my bed, aware of the noise of cupboard closing in my room and people running off the side of a building in my dream. Strange morning.
On the way to the office, I had my novel clasped between my hands, with the KitKat wrapper serving as the bookmark. Oh, how I craved for few minutes every hour to read a page or two more! My morning reading never started as my mom and I couldn't stop talking. With the songs and my mom wanting my attention, I sat there hoping I can tune out from reality and enter the world of mysterious symbols and ancient history.
Soon, I arrived in my office with my book in one hand and shoulder bag in the other. Another day at the office. Yesterday was 10 hours, I wondered what a day like today would turn out to be. Time flew by in the morning with e-mails and phone calls and updates. Can someone ever do work for charity? I wondered silently as I encountered, for the first time, a person who did not want due payment because she felt she contributed very little work. With people inclined towards money, I wondered how people like her managed to do what's morally strange yet different from the rest.
As I heard her out over the phone, I realized that workplace does not leave any place for emotions. Go home and deal with your personal life situations - if you don't deliver on time, you won't stick on even for a week.
As I told her this will be the last thing she will be working with us on, she took it in her stride and cut the phone on my face (yes, please sense the underlying sarcasm).
I felt like telling her to be happy, having dealt with few problems myself, but being in a position where there is a deadline looming near you, sympathy votes fly right out of the window.
With that chapter almost closed (tomorrow will be a new day with some drama I'm sure), I sat down to realize it's lunch time. The food I had gotten from home was over as usual, and my stomach suddenly made a funny noise, out loud. Thankfully, there weren't many people around to notice that. I keep my novel on my desk. Yesterday, it was lying open, waiting to be read. Today, it's shut with no hope of being read once in every two hours.
I removed my chocolate bookmark and started to read. 10 minutes seemed like 2, and lunch beckoned me upstairs. There was talk of breakfast meals and diwali crackers. Twenty minutes later, I returned to my desk, only to find another mail in my inbox. More calls and e-mails later, a colleague asked me 'have you turned to tele-calling?' I burst out laughing for the first time in my day, and explained him what I was doing.
A new thing apart from the telephonic conversation was black tea. Usually, tea is served normally in our office i.e. with milk and sugar. I asked for black tea and got that. Why is it called black tea? Any ideas? It should be brown tea, considering it looks brown, and not black. Black coffee, on the other hand, always looks black. Strong and dark. Tea looks like a sweeter, more gentle version of coffee.
With tea that was too hot, I became restless as it cooled down and realized I haven't written anything in a long time. In less than two minutes, I wrote a random poem which made no sense and yet I termed it as a 'poem' for the sake of consoling my creative self.
The day is inching closer to an end, or so I would like to believe. Let's see what the next two hours bring into my wonderfully lived moment-to-moment life.
Ciao!
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Broken home or not, every child is special.
And suddenly, magazines and newspapers are talking about the effect of broken marriages on children. Earlier, the debate was on divorce vs. long lasting marriages. The focus has now shifted to study the children and their performance and character based on whether they have been raised in single-parent or normal homes.
Recently, I read in Time.com on how children who are raised without a father or mother have worse off grades and/or higher college dropout and so on.
We have had enough studies to provide evidence for the entire generation for the next 20 years. The research people might as well stop their studies and focus on holding together their own lives instead of highlighting the pros and cons of family relations and trouble faced by children.
A child who is browsing the net for some information can easily come across articles like these. And what he/she finds there is not some magic words written there but a 'study' that should not be shown to children in the first place.
Society has enough hierarchy and hypocrisy to harm children of divorced or separated parents in unthinkable ways - they certainly don't need news telling them their poor performance can be due to them being raised by single parents.
There is demand probably among few parents for information like this. There is no other division of society who would need demotivating studies and results to make them mourn instead of feel good about their lives.
How about studies such as children raised in single parent households are more patient and understanding?
Discrimination is found everyday among children themselves, thanks to insensitive teachers and parents who sympathize or silently mock children who are raised without a father or mother. Why can't they be treated normally? Growing up with parents who are divorced or separated or no more can make a child a better human being.
But it's sad that our society consists of people who rarely stand up for children and motivate them to build their own character and personality, and be strong to face every situation that comes their way.
Help the children who cry for broken homes - not out of feeling 'bad' for their lives, but because they are independent and have a long way to grow and need nurturing like any other child. With such studies and mindset of people, a child feels weak, even if his mind and heart have immense power and maturity.
Focus on the positive instead of the negative, and the result will be there for everyone to feel and enjoy. Especially children.
Recently, I read in Time.com on how children who are raised without a father or mother have worse off grades and/or higher college dropout and so on.
We have had enough studies to provide evidence for the entire generation for the next 20 years. The research people might as well stop their studies and focus on holding together their own lives instead of highlighting the pros and cons of family relations and trouble faced by children.
A child who is browsing the net for some information can easily come across articles like these. And what he/she finds there is not some magic words written there but a 'study' that should not be shown to children in the first place.
Society has enough hierarchy and hypocrisy to harm children of divorced or separated parents in unthinkable ways - they certainly don't need news telling them their poor performance can be due to them being raised by single parents.
There is demand probably among few parents for information like this. There is no other division of society who would need demotivating studies and results to make them mourn instead of feel good about their lives.
How about studies such as children raised in single parent households are more patient and understanding?
Discrimination is found everyday among children themselves, thanks to insensitive teachers and parents who sympathize or silently mock children who are raised without a father or mother. Why can't they be treated normally? Growing up with parents who are divorced or separated or no more can make a child a better human being.
But it's sad that our society consists of people who rarely stand up for children and motivate them to build their own character and personality, and be strong to face every situation that comes their way.
Help the children who cry for broken homes - not out of feeling 'bad' for their lives, but because they are independent and have a long way to grow and need nurturing like any other child. With such studies and mindset of people, a child feels weak, even if his mind and heart have immense power and maturity.
Focus on the positive instead of the negative, and the result will be there for everyone to feel and enjoy. Especially children.
Friday, June 25, 2010
It's all for Love. Michael Jackson :) :) :)
Michael Jackson...
A man, who danced, sang, believed, helped, nurtured, cared and loved. Every Minute of his Life. People call him a performer, and sing along to his tunes, not really caring for the man himself. Given the tiles 'king of pop', 'legendary Michael Jackson', 'God of Music', among others.
He loved you know, and stood up for mankind, and united us all. How? Through his music, that reached millions and spread like wildfire for it was borne out of love. Love for all. Love for mankind, nature, tress, planet Earth. He just loved, never putting reason to any of it. He bared his heart for all to feel the love he felt for everything. He helped us let go of inhibitions and hatred and made us feel love that existed inside us, within our very soul.
His message is so clear - It's all about Love. L O V E. And it really is all about that. At the end of the day, you want love, you give love. It's magic to be a part of this planet and to be able to feel all these beautiful emotions, instead of having negativity flow inside us.
I am proud of Michael Jackson for having sheltered his childishness through the fame and drama that unfolded in his life. He received severe criticism for not having let go of his child-like behavior even at the age of 50. He is a man not filled with insecurity, but with strength to be himself.
And he had the power within him to accept everybody around him, looking over positives instead of negatives in all. He spread love and created bonds and maintained love through generations in lots of families. My father and I love listening to Michael Jackson songs. And those small, sweet moments will always remain with me.
I first listened to Michael Jackson songs when my father bout 3 CDs of his songs - Bad, Thriller and History in the mix (Blood on the Dance Floor). And since then, there has been no turning back.
It is sad to not have him on Earth, but he is always present through the love in his songs, and his music and dance from the soul.
In the end, the one thing that will always remain with us all - It's all for Love. Yes Michael, it's actually all for Love in this universe :)
A man, who danced, sang, believed, helped, nurtured, cared and loved. Every Minute of his Life. People call him a performer, and sing along to his tunes, not really caring for the man himself. Given the tiles 'king of pop', 'legendary Michael Jackson', 'God of Music', among others.
He loved you know, and stood up for mankind, and united us all. How? Through his music, that reached millions and spread like wildfire for it was borne out of love. Love for all. Love for mankind, nature, tress, planet Earth. He just loved, never putting reason to any of it. He bared his heart for all to feel the love he felt for everything. He helped us let go of inhibitions and hatred and made us feel love that existed inside us, within our very soul.
His message is so clear - It's all about Love. L O V E. And it really is all about that. At the end of the day, you want love, you give love. It's magic to be a part of this planet and to be able to feel all these beautiful emotions, instead of having negativity flow inside us.
I am proud of Michael Jackson for having sheltered his childishness through the fame and drama that unfolded in his life. He received severe criticism for not having let go of his child-like behavior even at the age of 50. He is a man not filled with insecurity, but with strength to be himself.
And he had the power within him to accept everybody around him, looking over positives instead of negatives in all. He spread love and created bonds and maintained love through generations in lots of families. My father and I love listening to Michael Jackson songs. And those small, sweet moments will always remain with me.
I first listened to Michael Jackson songs when my father bout 3 CDs of his songs - Bad, Thriller and History in the mix (Blood on the Dance Floor). And since then, there has been no turning back.
It is sad to not have him on Earth, but he is always present through the love in his songs, and his music and dance from the soul.
In the end, the one thing that will always remain with us all - It's all for Love. Yes Michael, it's actually all for Love in this universe :)
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
The journey of Truth
Truth will never bite. It will only give us the wings we needed to fly out.
It relieves us of the pain that harms us, and the chains that bound us.
Its that beautiful sense of freedom we discover when we speak the truth out, such that we can soar up high with no regret and remorse.
Truth is an extension of the purity that lies naked within you. It never shows itself, for it is pure and untouched. Truth, if we shorten it leads to the existence of the word 'true'. Pure, in other words - true.
Truth is Existence. In itself. Its an experience, a journey. You might ask 'how'. I can only think of one sentence to bring forward the essence, understanding of it. When you tell a lie, it is said subconsciously. It is followed by another one in consciousness, and another. All these lies culminate to form what can be described as a 'journey' of lies. For once you embark on it, the strength to stop reduces over a period of time.
In a similar way, truth is a journey. A simple word is all it takes to realize the beauty of being true. Every day in our lives, we encounter a situaiton where we have the power to respond. And that decision of yours will make you aware of the reality, of yourself, of things you had not observed earlier.
The seed of truth is there in each one of us. It is present, to help you, guide you, motivate you.
Every journey has a beginning. The journey of truth starts within us, inside us.
It relieves us of the pain that harms us, and the chains that bound us.
Its that beautiful sense of freedom we discover when we speak the truth out, such that we can soar up high with no regret and remorse.
Truth is an extension of the purity that lies naked within you. It never shows itself, for it is pure and untouched. Truth, if we shorten it leads to the existence of the word 'true'. Pure, in other words - true.
Truth is Existence. In itself. Its an experience, a journey. You might ask 'how'. I can only think of one sentence to bring forward the essence, understanding of it. When you tell a lie, it is said subconsciously. It is followed by another one in consciousness, and another. All these lies culminate to form what can be described as a 'journey' of lies. For once you embark on it, the strength to stop reduces over a period of time.
In a similar way, truth is a journey. A simple word is all it takes to realize the beauty of being true. Every day in our lives, we encounter a situaiton where we have the power to respond. And that decision of yours will make you aware of the reality, of yourself, of things you had not observed earlier.
The seed of truth is there in each one of us. It is present, to help you, guide you, motivate you.
Every journey has a beginning. The journey of truth starts within us, inside us.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Mama told me...
Mama told me I'm a star
As I cried for broken toys
She told me I will get these back
I sat on the swing and fell
I ran and I stumbled
Mama told me
You are a star
You are the brightest star
I searched for an apple
On branches so dead
Coloring them green
In my mind and head
And I became sour
Apple wasn't there, branches were dead
Mama told me I'm a star
My birthday I got no present
No gift to me to say 'I love you'
But someone came in the night,
Hugged me and kissed me on forehead
She told me
I love you my baby
You are the brightest star.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Choco lover :)
In a chocolate cloud of chocolaty love
I melt in the arms of chocolate biscotti
And flow in the river of chocolate coffee
With the sauce that drips and dances around my face
To the crumbs that line my teeth as I giggle in delight
You are the chocolate and I am the wonderer
Wondering at the marvel of all recipes that can be made
Of all the praise you can bake
From minutes to hours
And seconds to present, you are my fantasy, you are my reality
Not a day goes when I don’t look at you in my fridge
Sitting there in all happiness in summers
And warm outside in the winter sun
In all seasons you are loved
In all generations you are adored
You are a treat, you are a mystery
In the darkness you have a wonderful scent that attracts me
You are the smile of my life; you are the naughty apple of my eye
You are a celebration to rejoice on
You are the bestest thing that ever happened to me.
You are the chocolate and I am your lover :)
I melt in the arms of chocolate biscotti
And flow in the river of chocolate coffee
With the sauce that drips and dances around my face
To the crumbs that line my teeth as I giggle in delight
You are the chocolate and I am the wonderer
Wondering at the marvel of all recipes that can be made
Of all the praise you can bake
From minutes to hours
And seconds to present, you are my fantasy, you are my reality
Not a day goes when I don’t look at you in my fridge
Sitting there in all happiness in summers
And warm outside in the winter sun
In all seasons you are loved
In all generations you are adored
You are a treat, you are a mystery
In the darkness you have a wonderful scent that attracts me
You are the smile of my life; you are the naughty apple of my eye
You are a celebration to rejoice on
You are the bestest thing that ever happened to me.
You are the chocolate and I am your lover :)
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