How is it that something as simple and natural as rain
Can calm a soul and makes his heart fain!
How is it that something as simple and natural as rain
Can calm a soul and makes his heart fain!
It is bound to happen,
Sooner or later.
Change has its own mind,
Its lurks in the corner and pounces like a predator.
Change is good,
Change is inevitable.
Embrace it with open arms,
What has to happen will happen,
It is irrevocable.
Face it with a smile,
Even though the heart is timid.
Good things don’t come easy,
Life is all smooth sailing,
No room to be rigid.
Cakes are delicious! There isn’t anyone who won’t agree to this fact . I mean, deserts (cakes, tarts, fudges,etc.) look so inviting. We are attracted to them , staring at us through the glass window of a bakery, mocking us. Eruption of saliva leads to us entering the shop and buying ourselves the most calorie flowing , good looking cake. What happens after we eat it , lying in the bed at night? We regret it!! We regret having eaten the bundle of sweetness and diabetes and also that now its over, wishing had saved it for later.
Doesn’t this happen in our daily lives often? We regret the decisions we make , we wish we hadn’t taken them in the first place, we wish that we had saved a bit of money for later. All these emotions come flowing when you twist and turn at night, unable to shake that feeling off!! TO HAVE THE CAKE OR EAT IT!
Be it teenagers who wish they hadn’t dated someone, or if they did they hadn’t broken up with them so soon. Mothers who wish they had their children when the financials were stable , or if they regret not having as many kids back then and now there are medical issues holding them back. Head of the family working day and night to provide for his family and buy a home of their dreams or thinking that only if he had waited and saved more money the dream house would be bigger and better. Not to mention the people on diet who actually regret eating the cake!
All these are day to day emotions of us humans. So I would like call it the cake theory. We will always take decisions and we might regret them most of the times but life goes on. It turns out to be fine. We will work harder the next few days, mourn even, and then some new regret comes up and we concentrate on that. Its life. Life is full of risks but thats what makes it interesting. So eat you cake people and try to enjoy it!
I have often heard people expressing out loud, “Whats the point of it all?”
I mean, true, they are all exasperated at the moment and their feelings include ripping at someones throat like a hungry zombie, but , what is the point of it all? You waste your energy in being angry, expressing concern for a question which has no answer. Ponder over it,what can possibly be the answer for- “Whats the point?”
Like,hey!! I studied all my life. I am now a corporate slave. I work 9-5 througout the year. I have no life left. Whats the point of it all?
What can you possibly reply? I would really like to have the answer to that as my curiosity takes the better of me. So does everyone out there who has an existential crisis. There are some people who have dozens of degrees and do nothing , there are people who have only one, yet they do something spectacular with their lives.
Then again, there are humans who actually have answers to everything, including this. They will tell you acutely why they did what they did and how they achieved the things they desired to achieve. I must meet those humans!! They are the go-to people.
However, I personally feel that we should continue doing what we do while parallely figuring out the point of it all.
Now a days words like “feminism”, “heforshe” are trending a lot everywhere( Facebook, twitter, etc.).There are debates on this topic , lengthy articles and essays written so well describing this concept and explaining the need for gender equality.
I am an ordinary woman. I am no Emma Watson standing to give a speech in front of the UN or some world renowned best selling author. But even I have an opinion. I also have a voice which I would like to raise.
Being a woman isn’t easy. Be it anywhere in the world. The women and the society have a tumultuous relationship. There are rules, there are certain ways a woman should behave, certain protocols followed only by woman. Being a woman has added responsibilities for sure. From giving birth to a child, raising it, being responsible to take care of the entire family to sacrificing everything for them, being a woman isn’t easy.
Talking about the corporate world, if a woman is being assigned a task, people already make assumptions. “She will screw it up”, ” there will definitely be errors in her work”, “she takes a lot of leaves as she has a child at home” , ” she is too emotional, she won’t be able to handle the case well”, and so on. I am sure all of us have been through this ordeal. I certainly had during my short tenure in the corporate world. And having to report to a female boss makes people scorn a bit( again, its my opinion). Having to go through all of that and them come home, prepare a meal for your family, make sure the kid completes his homework and the husband complains about his work and the in-laws are satisfied with the dinner isn’t a cakewalk. Being a woman isn’t easy for sure. People are prejudiced that women don’t make good anything except being homemakers. Why is that ? Movies are branded as chick flicks as it is prejudiced that only women will like such movies. Why is that ? Women also watch action movies. They also watch sports. Women even play the same sport as men, still people don’t watch women cricket leagues, or women basket ball as much as mens basket ball and cricket. Why is that ? I can go on and on about this not-so -good attitude that people have adapted in our race.
Gender equality is one of the major concerns now. All woman need is respect which this society is unwilling to provide. There are woman CEOs, doctors, army personnels, yet women are looked down upon. In our society, a woman has the added responsibility of family. Any woman who wants her career and her family has to walk through fire it seems to keep it together. Indian society in general has to change this attitude in order to keep going.
Being a woman is not an easy task. Here I am talking about being a woman whereas our world here has forgotten about being human. There are men killing men, children, woman alike. There are explosions of hatred and pools of human blood everywhere. The human race is losing the humanity and the gift of life given to us. Being a woman is tuff but so is being a human.
I am an ordinary woman and I too have an opinion. I will try my best and give my share to society. I will try to bring a change no matter how small. One drop at a time. There will be those who will laugh at my post, there will be those who won’t even read it, but there will also be those who will absorb what I am trying to say here and there will be those who might try to have an opinion too. Every opinion and every thought and gesture counts. respect the own round you, be proud of the woman in your life, encourage them and love them. The positivity can do wonders.
” Its all about perception” said my psychology professor in my class where half the students were dozing off. I mean, obviously, if you sit in the lecture hall from morning till evening, thats what happens to you without a doubt.
This was almost two and a half years ago but I still have a recollection of the concept of “Perception”. A lot changed since the time I was in that lecture hall till where I am siting today typing on my Mac siting in the comfort of my home on a rainy day. Not to mention, since the time I was a college going student to now being a married woman. (Yep!! A lot of change.)
I look at myself in the mirror and sometimes its hard to believe its me !! I am sure many of you must have had the same experience. Its like a stranger in the mirror looking back at you. Just a while ago I was a childish, carefree college going girl and now here I am running my own house, taking care of my entire family. How did that happen? I do not recognise the strange woman in that mirror. Do you sometimes look at yourself and do not recognise who that stranger is staring back at you.
I am sure just a while ago you must be the most popular kid in college and now you are a corporate slave, dark circles beneath your eyes, suit cladded with a 9-5 job and no life whatsoever. I am sure just a while ago you must be an upcoming designer and the stranger staring back to you is a mother taking care of three children and a husband , everything else forgotten.
But again, you cannot be the most popular kid all your life, you cannot have all our old dreams come true when you overlap them with new ones. A corporate save is what the kid wanted to be to run his family, an amazing mother is what is keeping her family together and happy.
Its all about perception! So accept that stranger in the mirror.
“Honey, this is not the right time for you to be doing this, wait for the right time”
“Sweetie, it is the right time. You should go for it”
We have often heard such statements since forever. Mostly from our parents and elders. They always know the “right time” for everything for us. Right time to have dinner, right time for bed, right time to do our homework, right time to come back home at night, right time to get married and settle down. It’s all about the right time. Then why is it that we still got hurt, we still failed, we still made mistakes?
I was pondering over this when it hit me. There is no right time. Our parents and elders made it the right time for us. What fate has in for us is all on our actions and the ones around us. Its KARMA. I am a fatalist hence I believe in this. You may or may not agree with me, but the right time depends on you and your actions . You can make the time right, you can take charge. People get married at 18 and people get married at 60. They make it right and it lasts forever.
Your actions and your belief will make your time the right time.
Every girl born is the princess to her parents. “Daddy’s little princess” as we have all heard girls mentioning themselves numerous times. And its true. A girl born is a blessing. Girls are sweet, innocent, sensitive, yet strong and empowered.
Every father, no matter the king or the peasant treats his daughter like a princess. Her every need, her every cry is priority to him. Fathers might get angry too, shout and scold them too but it is out of pure love and care. Every girl is unique in her own way and every princess is her fathers precious gem. They raise you with utmost love and affection, protecting you from the big bad world, not letting you know the vicissitudes that occur in order to raise them. Then comes a time when the father gives away his princess in marriage. That is one hell of a job, I still don’t know how they muster the strength to do so. But they do , with their head held high for the daughter they raised so perfectly and with so much care. The princess finally leaves her castle, only to go in another one.
It’s the job of the husband now to make her the queen. The princess is given responsibilities she had seen only her mother do all these years, she is given the authority to make decisions, to rule certain areas in the house. She is expected not to make mistakes and be perfect from day one. To succumb all the pressure, newness and do it all in one go- perfectly. Once she does that, the princess finally becomes a Queen. She has crossed that line and come on the other side, the “Real World” where not everything is hunky dory all the time as opposed to what the princess was used to.
Every girl makes this journey from princess to being the queen , a proud moment for the parents who raised her. Hats off to all the queens out there!!
There is a song by Lenka, “Everything at once“. Listening to that song made me realise that “Damn right, I do want to be everything at once” . Then I was hit by the fact that am I the only one weird enough to think on these lines or are other people also with me?!
Since childhood, I wanted to be good at sports, academics, an all rounder. Well its safe to say I somehow managed that in my childhood. Adulthood is an entirely different universe. When you adult, you are under the microscopic eye of everyone. Even the ones you met for the fist time and might never meet again. Being an adult marks you as the chosen one to be judged, criticised and praised.
I want to do wonders at my job, I want to be a good wife, an excellent daughter-in-law, sometime in the future an awesome super-mother( just like my mother) and so on…. the list is vast. Well, isn’t it a human tendency to be greedy. To want more and more and all of it. I always strive at being everything at once. There are times when I even achieve it. Also there are times when I spoil everything at once . You must have felt it too. The urge to do everything right. To be good and kind, yet smart and sly. To be calm and mature yet turbulent and childish.
I guess it’s not just me (huge relief). Lets all strive to be , if not everything, most of everything at once .
People say life is one hell of a roller coaster!! Well, I couldn’t agree more. What is life without a few ups and downs?! Not to mention a few jitters and surprises.
I have been MIA for long and I agree it ain’t good. Writing is my passion and somehow I gave it a back seat in my journey which is NOT acceptable by my conscience. So here I am apologising to myself and the rest of you reading this post. Also, I am here to share my new plans.
Life takes a sudden turn when you get married. Everything from your environment, household, lifestyle and family changes. Change is good!! But adapting to it takes its own course. Its been more than two months now. I am finally settled and now I have started on a new path all together.
Taking a drastic step takes a lot of courage. Its taking the first step which is the hardest. Be it anything. In our tenure in various phases, we have to take the first step in the starting of every phase. Be it a child taking its first step while he learns to walk, a child going to school for the first time, a man choosing to marry a girl and have his own family, a couple thinking of starting a family with the first child and so on. Its the first step which is taken very cautiously and timidly. With every ounce of care and courage at the same time. I am of the mind that once the first step is taken, most of the task is done. Now you have to go with the flow. Just like the water in a flowing river. It makes its own path then.
First steps are the hardest, after that its all smooth sailing with few bumps here and there which are corrigible. So take that first step and trust yourself!