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“I want to be me AND still win each time”- message sent to: God

27 Oct

I’m trying to sort out my emotions as I begin typing this. 😕 Maybe, I spoke too soon the last time- I realize that I still imagine an ideal world and feel like I’m grating myself, day after day, in the process of finding it.

It takes ALL I possess to be as honest and sincere as I am. Insincerity, deceit, temptation and sin can get strong when everyone else is following it. I’ve known that before, but I’m now reminded of how sapping the effect of its pull can be.

If I bothered asking anyone what they thought of that, they would very easily say, “You’re doing what you’re doing for you. Don’t crib and act like a saint then.” Aha! 😀 😀 (Yep! Sarcastic laughter, indeed.) Very well then folks- point taken. I’m doing all that I’m doing for me. I’m doing it because the morals I’ve learnt are so deeply ingrained in my head that the magnetism of the easy, wrong path might stretch my soul, in an attempt to throw it out of my being; but my heart WILLS relentlessly to stay rooted. I cannot explain that any better and I don’t think you should try comprehending, if what I’ve just said hasn’t made any sense to you at all. Let’s end by saying, we’re different and leave it at that, if required.

Following the right path has had me appear weird, feel unaccepted, get taken for granted, sound whiny/ unsocial/ nutty and as if all of that wasn’t enough, left me speechless on occasions where name-calling would have been easy and extremely justified.

I’m tired and drained- for now. I’ll lie still and get back up on my feet, I know; it’ll be a few hours though. For now, I just want to cry. 😦 Will it change anything? No. I will just have lightened my heart enough to be able to pick up my battles again and fight. Fight, I will; even if like they tell me, all of this goes on to kill me. Am I being stubborn? I don’t think so. Principled? YES.

Where is God when I need him? If he is busy for now, even Gandhiji would do. I’d gladly grab a few pointers on how he went about things being him. Don’t take me wrong. I’m not trying to be him. I’m being me– and take it from me, that’s being a LOT.

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Looking beyond what is

15 Oct

It’s been a hard evening- let’s rephrase that- it’s been a strenuous evening for me. I’ve made peace with a lot of stressful people, today. I’ve matured. No, it isn’t that I’ve resigned, nor is it that I think of myself as being ready to take on the load of the entire universe upon my able shoulders- I have just learnt to be ‘okay’ (in the true sense of the word) with everything that isn’t in my control. I’m happier to focus on me- my goodness, sincerity and hard-work come to the fore, as they so rightly should. I observe the ones that I’m surrounded by- so often, I know what they’re up to. I’m not the once-naive girl who’d walked out of home with rose-colored dreams clouding her vision, anymore. [Not quite. 😉 Haha! Give me some credit, will you?!] I am over my agitation phase. What is just is.

I can look at everyone’s positives and magnify them in my head. Their negatives aren’t my concern now, are they?? [Unless they’re harming me, of course! In that case, I’m definitely STILL looking daggers at them!! 😀 :D] They’ve chosen to live their lives a certain way and I ought not to stop them. I am here to grow, to walk towards my greater purpose, to learn, to mature, to accept, to spread as much love, kindness and positivity as I can muster each day. My purposes are unique and I am designed as I have been to fulfil them in the best way possible. I have begun to realize that I am good. I have begun to see the Light there is in me. I am grateful because I know that I couldn’t have asked for more.

Thinking back to the ethics and professionalism that I was so defensive about earlier; I understand NOW that everyone is trying his/her best, at all times. Everyone has his/her limitations. They all get fatigued, worn-out and land up feeling over-worked. They all struggle with accepting their mistakes, while wallowing in self-pity, originating from sheer lack of praise, appreciation and gratitude for the services they have rendered to those around them. Several, if not most, have closed down their hearts with tight nuts and bolts of unloving messages like, “I know that I’ll get shouted at whether or not I do the job. So, why should I even care?” Justified, aren’t they?? Wouldn’t we all end up with similar thoughts? I know that I do, too, ever so often.

“What cannot be cured, must be endured” is what my Mother would say to this. But the fact is: far greater than the loss we face with efficiency dying down is the stigma we’ve attached to this someone’s self-pride. This person has now been made to feel sub-standard for all of his life. It WILL, more likely than not, spread to other areas of his living. It might get passed on to his/her kids because the environment we live in is where we all learn. We’re teaching so many others through this one person how they must look at their lives in turn. We’re propagating that one can never be good enough. We’re sending out a mass appeal to everyone who will listen to not even bother trying because it’ll simply be a waste of their time, effort, blood, sweat and tears. Am I blowing things out of proportion with my theory here? I don’t think so.

Put yourself in place of this person I’m referring to- if this were YOUR one chance to live life as you know it now, if YOU were the one being deprived of living with the full knowledge of how competent, powerful, resourceful, one-of-a-kind, precious, rare and IRREPLACEABLE you are- trust me, you’d be upset. You’d feel cheated. So would the ones who love you because they’d have taken your word for it on how the world around us all functions. I’m pretty certain you don’t love that picture, do you?? Or Do you? 😕

How do I propose we correct this? [Believe me when I tell you that I think up solutions, too, ever so often, rather than just being an empty noise-box that rattles on and on, endlessly.] At our own individual levels, we could try this- if their ain’t anything positive to say, we could all stay mum about it once we’ve thrown it out of our hearts/minds and made peace with it. That would put a full-stop to some of the pessimism that gets carried forward only to multiply as it stretches on. We could all say a kind word to the ones we meet when humanly possible. I might sound crazy to a few; but all of this is what has made me a happier person. It has become my only reason to wake up each morning and look forward to a brand new opportunity to light up another life- needless to mention, it all ends with me brightening my own.

More than enough for a day, huh?! I hear ya! Catch you later then!

P.S.- There are people who think I don’t talk much. Do you think you’d want to go help them get the picture right?! 😉 If nothing else, I hope you guys are coming to realize just how very lucky you’ll are turning out to be!

Look out- those footprints grow!

7 Oct

Three days ago, somewhere in the midst of the Navratri festival, I saw a little girl of about 8 or 9, strutting around on the streets in golden heels, racing in tow with her Mom. That made me literally stop in my tracks and wonder about the last pair of fancy shoes I might have ever owned- in class III or IV maybe- albeit, mine were black. It amazed me to recollect that I actually had at least one pair of sandals (other than my school shoes, i.e.) bought in my name, year after year, until I was that age. So, it isn’t my parents’ fault that I’m such a lousy dresser now, is it? Hmm. 😕

Today, during a quiet moment, I happened to look down at my feet. When did I grow up to be so big? I have NO idea. Let this be a crazy dream, God. Actually, I’m not sure I’m willing to go all the way back, too.

I’m mumbling, aren’t I? Ah! I can do this. I can. I SO surely can. I can. I will. I am. I am… Phew. I am because I can and it makes me happy– it does- it’s true. I am exactly where I’m meant to be. I’m progressing. This is good. All I need to do is relax a bit more. I’ll be fine. Ah! Writing is therapy. 🙂

Until next time, au revoir folks! Be good.

When the Doctor needs a Doctor

24 Sep

It’s important for me to write this piece, today. Reason: I don’t like that the archives on both my blogs have nothing to boast of in the month of September. This can’t be! How did this happen to me?? Ah! Never mind! (because I want to defend myself. :D) I want to mention the innumerable times in this gap, when I’ve formed posts in my head, only to see them getting washed over by the waves of the next emotion I’d happen to experience. (Note to self- I need to be able to blog on the go, soon enough.) It’s a pity that happened, but I’m still here and that’s all that matters to make sure this story struts along happily to the finish!

Time has fatigued me in the past month or so and made me feel more like a worn-out wash-cloth awaiting it’s long due rinse in its shiny new bubble bath that it oh-so-truly deserves. Am I cribbing? Oh-oh. Ahem! Not; not at all in fact. (Liar me! ;)) I’m just soaking in my spare moments, giving myself a hearty pat on my back and telling myself, “Girl, you’ve done well! You’ve done so incredibly well! And I am so very proud of you!” True, this.

It’s crazy. Life is crazy; if you allow yourself to melt into the background of your own narrative. Stamp your face like a watermark on every single page of every little chapter there is in there and remind yourself of who ought to be calling the cards each day. What does it matter what anyone else says, thinks or feels? What do YOU feel? Why do you feel a certain thing? What can you do to better it for yourself? It ain’t impossible. No! It ain’t.

Look at me. I feel the need to work on my confidence and presentation. (We’re all beautiful- we just need to be able to see it in ourselves and trying is where ALL the success is.) I am teaching myself a lesson in being more forthright, while understanding that it doesn’t take away from me, my niceness. It is okay to feel vulnerable when someone critiques you; yet it’s important to be grateful for all they’ve bothered telling you, to still continue to see them in good light, to become better in your thoughts if you are to bring about any change in your behavior at all due to what you’ve now learnt and to appreciate yourself for remaining classy through it all, without getting your dirty linen out in public to beat the grime out of- that’s what I’m busy engraving into my skull.

Bring the love back into your lives, people! I know I have begun to. 🙂 And it’s bound to be a miracle. Let’s do this! [I will be back sooner than you’re thinking, by the way! Caught ya!! 😀 Quit judging, will you?!]