Casual Thoughtfulness!

The more I want to be like water, the more I analyze its character as well as the adversities it hides in itself. So far I was focussing on the exceptionalities. The calmness, the resilience and the adaptiveness. I have been envisioning to imbibe all of these for a while now. These are pecularities you need, to survive on without being afflicted or hurt. Yet, it is hard to be so flowy and accommodating, you will always be hit by hurdles.  Somethings will always try to stop you. Yet when you choose to flow, you shall. When you flow, you put all yourself in. Then there is no baggage behind. You believe to gather yourself and go along all the time. But when you decide a life like that, in real world scenario, you shall only abide by yourself and be prepared to be dispossessed by most people to meet new ones and keep flowing. You shall hurt them and hurt yourself in this process. There will be attachments and heart breaks.  Just as you touch water, you feel cool, you fee...

My idea of friends and friendship, if I have to define it in two words it would be “non judgmental”. We all have friends, of all sorts. I have made many friends over the years, some stayed with me, and some in my thoughts. In all these years, there had been just one single friend that my unconscious mind recalled time and again. My sister from another mother, my mind reader from miles apart, she has always been there. Now that I have a lot of time to over analyze a lot of things, I just thought why is she so important to me? What binds us like that? The answer is right there in my very first sentence. She is non judgmental of my actions. She accepts me the way I am and she knows where I need to be stopped. And to me, if she says it, it must be true.   Those who know me would know I wouldn’t write a letter of gratitude as a blog, well I could too. But nah, I am just going to touch that core matter of this entire monologue. The crux that binds people in a relationship of tr...

Because I am a mother and because it is a very child centric profession, I have my blues to sing and yellows to dance on. It is such a 1-2-1 (as in b2b) work ethic that I am always focused on the things that she does and how I react and vice versa. Care the least of her association with others including the father. Although it does concern me how my product will behave and show social emotions to the rest of her kin and kinds. A constant debate is what goes on in the head to clarify all her actions starting with the way she sleeps, to brushing her teeth and to finish the food that is packed in her lunch box. Near or far, your one eye, one ear, one heart, one mind, one kidney, one liver, one stomach is always busy catering to her . If there are longer pauses of silence the ear will not resist checking on what’s cooking. The eye sees the unbelievable mess and the heart absorbs the catastrophe with patience. A part of the mind tries to engage her in something productive...

Sooner or later you do begin to realize that marriage is not just a one-time affair. It is not what we see on the D-day. The word itself is an amalgamation of umpteen relations, and infinite thoughts that evolve daily. It is beyond what we really could understand without having lived it ourselves. Well I opted for the hobson’s choice with alacrity to grasp the whole concept. Pertaining to my sophomoric status, as much I could absorb so far is really a surprising tale. For the neophytes, I would suggest it is not the solution to your problems, insecurities, fears, heebie-jeebies, etc. An antithesis to what you may regards as happily ever after, marriage is merely a mind game. Each day brings about it’s own challenge and it’s own road to recovery. No two days are the same. If we sit down to find the coefficient of linear for a happy marriage, it would surely be null. The graph itself is sinusoidal. Ups and downs, more ups and more downs. You simply flow with ma...

Some shoddy marketers have successfully managed to change the meaning of love. It's true, it is now confined to hearts, a bunch of heart shaped chocolates, a very 'cheesy' heart shaped cake, red roses and a big teddy holding a red heart, and everything painted in red. Can some one please dump that stupid shape which some artist thought was a masterpiece? And that color red, it has some more meaning than being romantically triggering. What a tragic fall of an emotion which fabricated stories that made history and its characters, heroes. People of my clan would agree that an imprisoned image of love made us almost hate it. Love ought to spread irrespective of gender, geography and gab and not incarcerated inside a foxy box. You love your spouse, your kids, your dog, your parents, your job, you love that favorite pair of shoes, old college rags with n number of memories, you love blueberry cake, you love the city you were brought up in, you love the bar you got s...