Lucky Charms

Do you believe in lucky charms? Do you believe that a piece of jewelry or metal could actually bring you all the good luck that you seek? I for one don’t believe in such things. I don’t think that there really exists something like a trinket or a talisman that could actually work like magic for you.

I’m not here to judge anybody. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. And if you believe that a charm or a bracelet could do wonders to you then by all means hold on to that thing with dear life.

But I do believe in people. Somebody once told me that the biggest influence in our life is by the people we surround ourselves with. There are people who would set your mind free with all the positivity in them. And then there are people who would cage all your thoughts and make you look at everything that’s wrong with the world.

Up till now I never really had given this philosophy much thought. But in the past year I’ve observed that there is a certain change in the way I’ve started looking at things. It began in a subtle way and gradually my mind started accepting things which I otherwise would have given up thinking them to be impossible.

I started accepting the fact that no matter what I do some people will never be pleased with me. And trust me this is a hard thing for me to accept because for years I had been trying to become something I wasn’t just to get a simple nod of approval. What seemed like an immense effort came as so easily to me that the simplicity of my decisions stumped me.

I was by no means a rebel but yes I did stand up for what I loved and wanted and gave up on the false hopes of being happy while doing something that I hated. It was like I had been sleep walking all this time and somebody came and lovingly woke me up. The change was so gradual that it took me some time to realize what I had actually done!

It wasn’t until a few weeks back when I finally sat down and thought about what I was really doing because suddenly my life seemed to be going exactly where I wanted it to go!! One year was all it took to shake off 24 years worth of self pity, depression and the insane need to please people.

For most of you it might be an ordinary thing but for me it was the biggest decision of my life. To stand up for what I wanted and not give a damn to the fact that barely anybody supported me. And all this because somebody out there  was standing by my side listening to all the crap that I had to tell and still at the end of every rant tell me that everything will be fine.

4 simple words. Infinite depth in meaning. Everything will be fine.

Sometimes people inadvertently help you just by being there. They don’t do anything or say much, but them just being there with you is probably the biggest asset in your life. They will listen to you, console you, make you laugh and at times unknowing to both of you give you just the correct amount of strength that you needed to get back up and fight the entire god damn world.

I don’t know if it makes me believe in lucky charms…. but it does make me believe in that one person.

 

Why Storms Are Named After People

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Do not fall in love with the photographer in me. I will take innumerable pictures of us together so you would never be able to take out of your site the memories we created.

Do not fall in love with the traveler in me. I will take you along to the most beautiful locations on earth so that every time you travel somewhere alone your heart will yearn for me.

Do not fall in love with the writer in me. I will write letters and notes for you that would tell you everything that I find hard to say out loud; so your mind will be filled with the words I never spoke.

Do not fall in love with the avid reader in me. I will dive deep into a book and be lost for days only to come back into reality and make you read the most romantic and passionate lines I had read, so that every time you hear about love your eyes search for me.

Do not fall in love with me….I will bring to your life the addiction you had been avoiding all this time….

That Moment….

There are times when all you want to do is howl and scream your heart out….and cry yourself to sleep. But all you can do is smile and pretend that everything is fine. When every fiber your being wants to run away and never come back. When breathing becomes a task. When nobody seems to understand what you are trying to say….not because they can’t understand, but because you are unable to tell them how much it hurts inside.

When being alone is the best part of your day, but nobody will ever leave you alone to enjoy that solitude. When eyes run dry of tears and nothing seems to fill the gap inside you. When advise’s flow in from everywhere and you are unable to tell people that it’s not advise that you want. And what you want is something they will never understand. Because you yourself are unable to get rid of the storm inside you.

You know something is wrong and thinking straight takes effort. When hurting yourself seems tempting but you know that it will never prove a point. When everything seems to fall apart and you are made to watch your life shredded into pieces. When you end up hurting the people closest to you. When nothing you say seems to make sense to anybody. And eventually your words lose all sense to you as well….

At that exact moment you need to be your strongest. When nothing seems right and nobody understands you. It is possible that you and only you can make sense of whats going on. Hold on to that. Because at that exact moment, you will finally come face to face with the real you.

Blogging Challenge: Day 6

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5 People Who Mean A Lot to me (in no order whatsoever)

1. Suchita: My crazy bff and the source of my life’s entertainment. I plan to write a book on her life some day. It has some major drama, romance, fight sequences, struggles, glory and all the masala required for a block buster bollywood movie.

2. Sneha: My fashion adviser and the one person I am most proud of. She is the reason I make an effort to get ready, because when I’m standing next to someone who looks like she’s coming straight from a fashion shoot, I don’t want to look like a homeless beggar.

3. Mayank: My partner in crime and the reason of my being a part time photographer. Though there are times I hate him right down to his bones because he introduced me to Game Of Throne, I will always love him for ‘Friends’, ‘Big Bang Theory’, “Two and a half men’ and god know what all.

4. Bakul: My brother from another mother. He is the only person who completely understands my craziness. I know he is just one call away if I ever need him for absolutely anything. Also, he is the one person who shares my passion for awesome food.

5. The voices in my head: Yes yes, I know it’s not technically a ‘person’ but I gotta mention them. It’s because of them that I’m a little sane. Probably because they are always there with me, giving me advice and random tit bits to think about.

 

 

PS: I’ve kept out family for obvious reasons.

PPS: There are a lot more people than the above mentioned that mean the world to me.

PPPS: Sorry for so many ‘PS’s” 😛

Never The Good Girl

She was always the dark secret,

Mysterious and quite,

She threw away all social clichés

And did what she thought was right,

Black was her color,

She wore it every day,

A hardworking soul,

Never letting her focus fray,

She was friends with lots of people

But reserved with most of them,

And very few could actually see,

That her heart was a pure gem,

Never the corporate slave,

Unconventionally she worked,

She was aware of all the stares,

That around her lurked,

Scotch was her poison,

And she loved an occasional drink,

She never bothered about society,

And never let her confidence shrink,

She was always brutally honest

Always speaking from her heart,

Her words always hit the target,

Like a perfectly aimed dart,

She was never the hypocrite,

And did what she love,

She kept the social rules beneath her

And her pride and honor above,

For the society, she was the bad apple,

Because she chose to break the rules,

Always followed her heart to the T,

Instead of becoming a social mule,

She knew people talked of her,

And tagged her as the “Bad Girl”,

But nobody ever bothered to see,

That her soul was pure like a pearl.