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Suicide is never the answer dated June 26, 2017

It's a strange sort of a set up. He injured her soul and head quite literally and yet screamed of the love he has for her. From a chatter she transformed into a silent extremist. A year and a half of her favourite fairy tale collapsed right infront of her eyes and she heard every word of that silence loud and clear. He loves her yet exhibits bipolar tenacity. She sips her tears every day and he is unaware. Her head injury denies her a peaceful nights sleep. She is horribly shaken and tries pot. The patterns and visuals she sees take her to a parallel world. He denies her the love and apology she deserves to serve his reluctance.

She has a medical condition out of nowhere. She's away from her bloodline and lives each day as it comes trying to fight her severe headaches. Did her love blind him enough not to see her pain!? Or is it the infidelity that ate them up!? Is it his parents or is it his suspension from reality!?

Is it being a Man !? to raise your hand on the woman you admire and want your kids with!? Introverts die a certain death not being themselves half the time they live, yet their actions are quite loud.

Liberal women raised in our society who are born to love a man for who he is, irrespective his financial health are considered emotional fools. The most meaningful explanation to a failed marriage is it didn't work out, only if we were inclined on its not working out - how would it!? Ever !? Please remember why you started and if you don't relate with the butterflies in the stomach, leave.

I have watched numerous movies, ate buckets of popcorn yet it's a simple message that sums it all 'whatever you allow will continue'.

Allow yourself freedom, dignity, loyalty and honesty.

Walk out if he is not giving you the love, respect and loyalty you deserve. You can not fix his relationship with his father. You can not fix his parents decorative marriage. You can not blame your love for not being strong enough to break through. It's okaye to bake yourself a batch of brownies that make you fall in love with yourself again. Don't justify, it's not a crime to be solo to try new things in life, and it's never too late.

One day all of this will make sense and that day you will have a face pronouncing how beautifully you lived.

Never let anyone tell you they spent on your hospital bills because at that time you were unfit. Grow brave. Rise up and contribute to a medical aid somewhere and forget about it. And yes if they want their bill reversed in their bank account. Write them a cheque and a note saying Thank you.

P.S : I'm right here if any of you need me. I'll understand not only because I mean all of the above but also because I know exactly how it feels!!

Suicide is not an answer <3 not even remotely close <3

Secret keeping dated August 24, 2017

We all like to be the direction some one else is going, just once.

We've got our skin to cover all of our thoughts. Miles and miles of skin, and it's not rough, nor is it bullet proof. Our skin is soft, and smooth, and easily scarred. But does it matter!? Because they don't care how soft our skin is, they only want to hear about what our fingers do in the dark. What if all we do is crack open windows!? So to see lightening through the clouds. What if all we crave for is a jungle gym to climb for a taste of fresher air!? To reach for a notebook or a hand to hold!? No, but that's not the story they want. We don't want to be the water in the well, we don't want to be the well. But we'd like to not be the ground anymore. None of us want to be a thing, people dig their hands in anymore. How many circles can we walk in before we give up looking!? How long before we are lost for good!? It must be possible to swim in the ocean of the one you love without drowning. It must be possible to swim without becoming water yourself.

P.S : Secret keeping is learned behaviour as is the silence. There is always some one who cares enough for you to not swallow what you think is air. Some one cares enough to find out the stones tied to your feet. Talk. Just talk and you will find harmonies in my laughter, you'll find your elbows linked into tune. It wouldn't feel like you can't hum or key, anymore. Your melodies need to be heard, you need to recognise a tree, a front yard, and know that you've made it Home <3

Healing ❤️dated June 18, 2016

Depths of sadness and the brutality of loss, changes each one of us in many profound ways. Swallowed up in the deep fog of grief, one learns that when life sucks us under, we can kick against the bottom, break the surface and breathe again. We often project our current feelings out indefinitely - and experience what we think of as the second derivative of those feelings. We feel sad, then we feel sad that we feel sad, instead we should accept our feelings and 'lean in to the suck' for the current moment because tough times don't last, only tough people do. It takes us decades of denial to finally accept ourselves, yet we live happily each day, expecting the world to love and accept us.
None of us are born, with a fixed amount of resilience. Like a muscle, we can build it up, draw on it when we need it. This helps us to figure out who we really are - and we just might become the very best version of ourselves. I've learned that in the face of the void - or in the face of any challenge - we can choose joy and meaning.
I have also learnt that chess is a reflection of life. The first thing it teaches us is that every move has a consequence. So, think through things not always but often enough so that our life doesn't look as uniform and black and white like a chess board.
The game of chess has also taught me, sometimes the queen looks attractive but if she gets taken by an adversary straight after we have saved her, then we might be better off saving our castle or the bald bishop instead. Lesson - don't always choose what seems most desirable if something tells you it might get you into trouble.
And lastly, we cannot get anywhere in chess if we don't look out for the little ones - the small pawns around us. Life is like that too. If we forget the smallest of people, or become too foolish enough to imagine that the little graces we're given are of no value, we end up nowhere. We must notice the tiny things which make our existence privileged and special. Gratitude for what we have in time saves it from becoming what we had.

Taking our blessings for granted is the most ungracious stupidity, both in chess and in life.

P.S : Dedicated to each & every soul who needs healing. May we all stay blessed, prosper & rise. Love & Peace <3 <3 <3

PM is our muse ❤️

I really thank Gautam Buddha for bringing it to light that it was Hinduism that inspired him and on the 49th day of his mediation under the bodhi tree, he was enlightened. I’m glad that Hinduism gave birth to a whole new community, where to let truth and kindness prevail are the keys.

India is middle class and her comfort lies with her land; probably that’s why she never endeavoured to capture lands like other countries. 300 years of Mughal rule, she stayed Indian, 200 years of British raj she boldly stayed Indian through it too, so her religion is not at all under threat, she has a mind of her own that thinks and frames opinions, and listens to the society time and again and tries to accommodate many conflicting thoughts that lead to confusion. She started from the scratch so she values money. She is proud to be secular but also allows bigots to participate in riots and bloodbath over religion pretty much screaming hypocrisy. She hopes for world peace but also smells skepticism with her neighbour for the valid reasons. She has a naive conscience but stays clumsy at the execution, almost reckless.

Yet she always aspires to inspire and I would always want to be born to this land, as a middle class because that’s what makes my choices and life unique.

Each one of us is collectively responsible for choosing our Muse, their 5 year term is merely a melody that won’t make any difference unless we do. You and I will still rejoice the zest and spark of exchanging pleasantries as happy diwali and eid mubarak, you and I will still relish our favourite rajma chawal and roadside vada paos, lick our fingers and feel on top of the world, you and I will still ask for the extra green chillies and mint off the hawker as our birth right and we will be granted that happiness purely because the hawkers want to stay loyal to us. It’s always us, together.

India is beautiful because of us, if we fail she fails, if we stay as one band of hero’s and exhibit heroism she’ll stay a HERO 🇮🇳 

May be this is why the defence is recruited at an innocent age where they are taught and trained to rise above their religion by birth and groomed into men to only have one religion of ‘loving the nation, nation first’ 🇮🇳

May the deserving candidate win, and stay at the shrine.

This is my last post on politics, and it’s inspired by reading so many views everywhere.

I am middle class and I’ll choose to take birth on this land, have the same life with the same challenges in my each birth, Jai hind ❤️🙏🇮🇳

P.S : humko mann ki shakti dena, mann vijay kare, “dusroon ki jai se pehle khudh ko jai karein”