Tuesday, 4 April 2017

Fill it Up! Fill it Up!



Self realization is a never ending process. I was smart, independent and even had deep thoughts in my much younger years. I remember this particular moment, while I was walking on the road holding my mom’s hand, thinking about my Existence. I was six or seven.

Then it all faded away, as I was involved in finding happiness from the outside. The dumb years of my adulthood has come to an end.

 Many of us struggle as we try to fit into someone else’s design. I grew up with the idea of finding true love, it was always about finding the right person. It was never about me. It was never about who I am and What I could bring to my life. And it took me several years, a bad marriage and a broken heart to know this.

I am delighted that I know the truth now. Better late than never they say. It is Me now. Once you are in your Design, others diminish and you can see things clearly.
 With the strong sense of Self we weaken the possibilities of getting wrecked.
A happy self is what can give joy to others. We become more appreciative too of the things we see in this world. Life is beautiful when we open our eyes to the simple small things, be it a sunset or a happy couple or a bunch of silly kids or even someone from a different species.

Life is still beautiful even when things go wrong and we can’t take it anymore. It’s the sweet happy memories of the good times we had come lift us up. They give the hope that it all is going to happen again. If not right away but soon.

Yes it is sad or even scary to be alone or to be with any other kind of difficulty in life, but shouldn’t we count our other blessings?
  
An angel of a daughter, a loving family of supportive parents and crazy sisters, nephews who worship me, a cousin who never forgets to call and say hi, and random strangers who become best friends for life, can fill up any kind of emptiness.



Monday, 3 April 2017

You, Me and Us.


Stumbling and falling in the mess that we cause  

Rising from it and calling it living

Running around looking for answers

Though when found would we stop?

We drink we breathe

We cry when we bleed

But you do to me what he did to you

And so it goes

Till there’s no feelings to feel anymore.


 Negative? Nah!  We label and toss away

But appreciative and grateful you will be

And when your eyes water

At least your heart knows to smile.

The right and the wrong
The gleeful and the glum
Now that’s who we are!
 

Sunday, 5 February 2017

People are Nuts!

Basically all Nuts are good. They are healthier too than the cheaper tastier yet unhealthy snack.
 My favorite kind is the Walnuts. It requires no seasonings no condiments. But they are so expensive and finding the fresh kind makes them hard to get. Sometimes when I do have the money for it and when I do find them, it goes wrong, as I end up with a bag of stale walnuts. When it could have been great it goes waste with a big disappointment. But that doesn’t mean I won’t take the risk of buying another bag next time. I will always love walnuts.  
Some nuts need extra work to be done to make them likeable. Like Almonds, they are kind of chewy and not that great if you have them as they are. They transform into crispy and wonderful when roasted. Yes, a little work but they can become delicious.
Cashew – oh! When roasted in a little butter with a tiny pinch of salt and pepper can take me to a beautiful far off place way beyond the skies. But I purposely, so consciously avoid buying it as I know that they are not good for me.
 Pistachio – needs salt. But if you don’t like salty snack like me, then it is not for you. Pistachio and I can never have a good time. Sad but I don’t cry over that, as there are other Nuts for me.
And some Nuts no matter what you do, or what you add to it, still makes you nauseous. All we can do is stay away from it and understand that it’s not the fault of the Nut, it’s the hand that picked it.


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