Tag Archives: Footprints

What to do and what not to…

24 Oct

Sometimes, I wonder- Don’t ALL people come from God? Don’t we all have a heart that still belongs to Him? πŸ˜• πŸ˜• Why then, would anyone treat someone else worse than they’d treat a street dog? (Not that any street dog deserves to be treated badly.)

I am thinking as I question you. What is it? The arrogance of being at the paying end? The gross misconception of being more knowledgeable about all that life has to offer? The authoritativeness that stems from being born in the lap of luxury or from living in it now? The egotism that grows out of being fortunate enough to be more literate than the opposite person?? Or is it the pain and irritation of being afflicted with suffering that seemingly (in their minds) no one else understands? [VERY likely, this; but one has to be wise enough to be able to look beyond themselves after a while, at least, right??]

I understand bad behavior to a certain extent- I do. In fact, I personally encourage relieving one’s stress as and when it’s levels shoot up rather than building it all up within oneself. Everybody needs an outlet once in a while; but to see someone taking liberties with every other, only to find that none of it got followed with even a simple apology in due course, I start to question said person’s brain power, character, common sense quotient, the very basis of their existence AND their purpose in living such a disgustingly appalling life.

Several situations occur in my day when my heart wants to intervene- it tugs at me in my chest as I convince myself to walk away from the trouble I’ll land myself into; but isn’t it the right thing to do to object when you see injustice being meted out to someone before your own eyes? Or no, let me get this right- is that role meant only for the LEAD character of a hit film to play??!

My mind wants to scream out loud and say something grotesque to calm my heart just so that I’ll move on. A part of me wants to correct the situation. And then again, a third part of me argues that each person’s attitude predetermines the situations they encounter each day- that last line isn’t my personal choice of belief; however, a book I firmly swear by says it as being true, which kind of makes it difficult for me to contradict, considering that the theories in there have helped me pick myself up from the dumps plenty of times already.

You know what? I can’t write anymore. I AM going to change the system– that is all I know and God will help me with that starting now; that fact rings out loud and clear in my soul. Wish me luck! πŸ™‚

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. πŸ˜•

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. πŸ™‚

Until next time, au revoir folks! Be good.