Pat on My Back

This morning I broke my dad’s favorite watch. It was a gift to him by my mom as a wedding gift. I got scared, you know how moms and dads go crazy when we break ‘antiques’. But to my surprise, my mom was excited and said, “Alas, he’ll buy a new one”. So, I got a pat on my back.

Being the only writer in our group I’m loaded with work having weird two hour deadlines. So when a cute little servicing chick came up to me with some silly changes I got really furious and gave out to her. I was shocked to see my boss standing behind me but not reacting. I thought I've lost my chances here. Just when I was about to lose all hope, my boss made that girl ran away. He hated her guts for some reason. Anyway, I got a pat on my back.

My friend believes I’m lazy when it comes to meeting her and taking out time for her out of my busy (read; very busy) schedule. She understands but always complain. This Saturday, when she about to have a nervous breakdown and was just about to go all mad at me, I gave her a surprise visit. She couldn't believe herself and almost fainted finding me at her place. I got a nervous breakdown filled faint pat on my back.

It was my nephew’s birthday. He is a sweet naughty child. I asked him what he would want as a gift and he cutely replied, I want to build myself a house with Lego’. Being a nice bua I got him his Lego boxes, by almost going nuts searching for them. I gave him his gift and tried to kiss him but couldn't because he was busy giving me a pat on my back!

We had gone for trekking a month ago. For a person who fears heights, it was quite a challenge. And there was an interesting combination up there. Some were too fast while climbing up and some were too slow. Me being a part on none, had to climb up the trail almost alone. So when we reached our destination, my friends gave me a pat on my back.

While everybody is busy giving me a pat on my back, I stopped for a while to think why am I proud of myself? Or am I proud of myself at all? I couldn't get an answer. Everything seems mixed up. You’ll get to know this why if you've read my previous post. But then I thought it’s been going pretty well for me. All my work is getting released. I haven’t lost anything in a while, except for an empty wallet. I haven’t fell on the road just like that and broken my legs. Yes, these are good enough reasons for me to be proud. So, yes I am proud of myself and by the time you finish reading, I would be giving myself a Pat on My Back!





[Written for WordPress Daily Prompts: 365 Writing Prompts. The prompt for today was – Pat on the Back - Tell someone you’re proud of just how proud you are.]

It’s All Mixed Up!

It was raining yesterday in Gurgaon. All of us were excited, you know watching it rain outside the window and then turning your head back towards your computer gives a sudden charge to your brain which forces you to leave your seat and go outside that instant! But to my surprise, it wasn’t all breezy and cool outside. It was humid! I had frost on my glasses; my forehead and nose were layered with moisture and not even a single strand of my hair (which I untied specially) was moving!

Everything is so mixed up! Rain, humidity, heat – everything! If someone would ask how you’re feeling, nobody would be able to give a clear answer. I am mixed up and my year up till now too!

It seems I have been on some mixed emotion spree for these seven months! It all began well though, joining a new job in the beginning of the year and then leaving it in not more than two months! Wasn’t my fault, people there were quite messed up! It was good that I left the job; I finally heard the cries of my rough cut movie videos and edited the film with my almost-not-similar-to-me partner. It brought us laurels too. We were the runners up of a renowned Film Festival and a special mention for another one. Well, we didn’t get selected for the third film festival! No, no, no hopes lost! But yeah, the third one was the special one!

I had to move on. So I joined another job. Thankfully, I met some awesome cool people here so it has been going great. I had also released a TVC, but my boss usually laughs at me. She says it’s a TVC about rice, quite useless! So, I accepted the reality and am quite living with it too.

The year has been quite nice for me in terms of birthdays and all. I have been on some quite nice trips with friends. One where we had to come back from the front gate of the Neemrana Fort and the other wherein I enjoyed but was quite annoyed with a lot of other things.

Rest everything has been going good so far. The thing that I’m happy about is that I’m able to blog these days. It’s mixed up here too. When I used to blog less often, people kept on asking me write more. Now that I’m writing more, no one except for some regular ones read it. I guess karma is playing hide and seek with me!

But nevertheless, I still hope all will go well by the time I reach September. It’s my favourite month. So are February and December! I just wish for winters to come. They always seem sorted to me. Dry, cold and sunny!

P.S. Happy Eid everyone!

[Written for WordPress Daily Prompts: 365 Writing Prompts. The prompt for today was – State of Your Year - Write up a mid-year “State of My Year” post.]

Your Life, The Book!

One’s life is…well it’s Life! Your journey towards eternity! It’s how you have lived with people and what all you have done, before you become a mere memory! Many people write their biographies; a long long essay of what their life has been all about. Whether it has been a smooth one or a roller coaster ride? Or maybe something else that only they themselves can describe well. It’s a story which they want the whole wide world to know about them. They weave their lives with words into a book.

Had my life been a book, it would have been a pretty nasty one. Considering the bi-polar (during that time of the month) crazy freak that I am, my autobiography would be like mixing mango’s sourness and a plum’s sweetness together. If you know what I mean!

I want to write my own biography, but C’mon someone else writing it for you is quite exciting as they interpret your life your way but with a subtle hint of their perception. So, I would have loved it if Shakespeare could write my biography for me!

Not just the fact that he’s the father of Literature; he is also a very romantic writer. He wrote Romeo and Juliet! Though I wouldn’t want him to kill me before becoming one with my beloved, I would go bonkers if he wrote for me. My Oh-So-Charming would become a little more handsome and I would be the woman with beauty and there would be a subtle hint of poetic awesomeness in air wherein our love would be like renaissance for all the romantic people out there.

Mine love would be like the unicorn, pure and my lover shall say to myself, “Thou art mine” and I shall embrace him with all the affection that I have. Just imagine if these lines would have been a part of my biography! Awesome it would have been, isn’t it?

Well, Shakespeare can’t come alive, not anytime anon. Not to write my biography at least. I had to come up with a name. I had to find my person. So, I thought my best friend could be a good choice to leave with the responsibility to write my biography! He’s a nice person. Just a little annoying, like all the best friends usually are but really cool. He’s been with me in almost all the crazy mad things that I have done, or at least he gets to know the whole story, uncensored. He’s not a writer though. Initially I thought it would be difficult for him to elaborate through words, but then he can always draw! In fact, he will only draw! My book will become an art version of my life! Detailed illustrations of how I fall on the road while walking, even if it’s completely dry or how I manage to be completely contradictive to the points I was fighting over after every five sentences I say in an argument. I believe it might become a little too embarrassing for me, but it will make everyone laugh so I think I can settle there. I shall leave in my will for him to illustrate my biography. He won’t otherwise. Artists are pretty lazy.

Uh, if someone wants to volunteer themselves, they can. What about you Sakshi and Sid? Will you guys write it for me? I wouldn’t mind some humor and satire in there too. I do am mean at times!

For me, I am just wondering will it be possible to write after I die. Like I wish for some ‘The Times of Heaven’ or some ‘The Hell Times’ to be up there. Well, advertising will be too much to ask for!



[Written for WordPress Daily Prompts : 365 Writing Prompts. The prompt for today was – Your Life, The Book - From a famous writer or celebrity, to a WordPress.com blogger or someone close to you — who would you like to be your biographer?]

MIRROR MIRROR

When I look into the mirror,

I see a girl,
Smiling back at me. 

With a hope in her eyes, she beholds the dream of a new world.

Where there would be no barriers, no limitations and no differences. 

Envisaging a world yet to be born!

When I look into the mirror,

I see a Superhero.

Waiting to discover his powers. Wanting to unleash them and make us rid of the
mistakes made by the owners of authority.

Waiting to correct the wrong and make it right. With a little chutzpah, being stupid but being the hero we all need!

When I look into the mirror,
I see my life.

A vision which excites me and gives me a strange pleasure.

I see people around me. Those who I see my life with.
Those with whom I share memories of laughter and sorrow. Of joy and despair.

When I look into the mirror,

I see myself.

A crazy woman with more than a thousand questions in her head.

Naïve inquisitiveness about everything that is happening around. A very strange desire for change and a need for inspiration.

When I look into the mirror,
I see a world.
Unseen by many. 

I say this because that is my imagination. My space.
A place where there is no place for being discontent.

A place where you can run wild and carefree.

When I look into the mirror,

I see this all.

And I see a dream for all of it to become true.


Written for Project 365.
Guest Author's Prompt; 'Mirror Mirror'.

Talk Much!

How does it feel to you when you are told to shut up?

No, I'm not questioning the fact whether you are stated right or wrong before that. Just how do your sentiments flow listening to this one sentence; Shut up! That, is a sentence according to me.

I feel obnoxious when I am not being listened to. I mean, how difficult is it to pay attention to someone sitting next to you and not react properly? All you need to do is to look up, and listen! Oh and by reactions I never mean to see those faces; it seems like, "Did I just ask for a diamond ring?" Having a conversation has become so tough, only a simple plain conversation. I guess, every girl reading this post, would be full of empathy, but what I'm more sure about is the coming of, 'Ah, another usual complaint'.

That's not a complaint, what we get to hear is. With 'Chup kar yaar' and 'how can you talk all the time' being common, we are bestowed sometimes with explanations(thank god!), from, "your timing is always too bad" to "This is not right. You aren't even making any sense." Really, can you even repeat what I said? Wait, give me just four lines of it and I'll be convinced!

I know I talk all the time. In fact, I'm talking right now. But, I am a girl. It is essential, yes 'fundamental' for me to talk. It is like oxygen! We may be overwhelmed all the time and react a lot. Perhaps you don't need us talking all the time but it's not about getting attention if you think what this is. For us girls, talking is a way to show attachment. The more I talk to you, the more closer we are. I maybe commenting on every single thing around but that is because I have a convention in my mind that you understand, and you should know what I feel about things, be it everything. Now, who finds that Strange?

It actually feels horrible. You know that your words are reaching other person's ears but they aren't choosing to listen to you. As a kid, I always pondered how it felt to not be able to hear. Now, I realize to be heard is more important. I believe it is important for us to respect people around us and be courteous enough to listen to the person speaking. Always! That's the least of course. But initially, that would be enough.


P.S This is about talking sense. I understand there are different degrees of lameness for everyone, but that is not what I am talking about. This post is not to offend any person. It is a personal thought and not intended to relate to someone.

LOVE

Love is a deep affection or fondness, a sexual passion, a romantic relationship between two people, an intense enthusiasm or liking for someone. This is how the dictionary describes the most deepest emotion; the hardest secret. So it really makes me fight for and believe that there is a lot more to love than we all could imagine, or expect.

Love is the strongest power. Strong enough to evoke the feelings of happiness, sadness, longing, affection, lust, insecurity, jealousy. So strong that it can make 'anybody' lose their heart and soul and selflessly live with that 'somebody' whom they have fallen for. It is a feeling so intense that 'anybody' tend to weave their world around their 'somebody'. That 'somebody' becomes so important; rather special in your life that you tend to see things around you with their perspective. Being a writer, I can say that they become an inspiration for your work and thoughts and dreams and desires. The craziest part of being in love is that you don’t even tend to recognize the reason most of the times.

A mother loves her child like nobody could. It the most selfless love. A woman's love for her man is her desire and loyalty towards him. She loves the man in the most purest form. A friend loves another friend for the fun they have together. It is the mischievous love. That day I saw an old couple holding hands and walking down the street. That was the love of support and understanding. It does seem this is a lot like what love is.

However, love has an even broader dimension to itself. It could be anybody's love for something. Now, that something could again be anything. It could be a musicians love for sound, a dancers love for rhythm, or a writers love for pen!

I feel love is like a breeze, free flowing. It is a natural resource too! Of course, you can't make 'anybody' love 'somebody'! It just happens. All I can say is after being in love it is easier to believe about more in magic than before. It gives you light in darkness guiding you on the unfolding road, joy in sorrow, pain in relief. Whatever it may be, it just binds you together!

It has a sort of chemical reactive nature too. 'Anybody' might love 'somebody' but that 'somebody' might just not be aware of that 'anybody'. It brings complications. Like being in love gives you a bipolar disorder at a maximum indulgence but it usually starts with something like pms!

I Love You! It is still a mystery for me or I guess everybody, that how are these three words capable enough to sway you off your feet and take you to the seventh cloud. It makes you feel wanted. 'Anybody' would need a 'somebody' to talk to, share feelings and spaces with, to be a part of their lives. Love is a little selfish too, almost! Though it brings out the best in us.

It is the quality of relationship the some 'anybody' and any 'somebody' shares. It lets them be the greatest person and demands to put forth the best in them to always overcome the worst and lowest in their souls. Love is like an unconquered spirit, always surrounding us, making people happy. And with so much love around, I have started to think, "Can anybody find me somebody to love?".

'Those People'

I guess I'm turning into an insomniac! It is strange when you return from a three day road journey, are dead tired but unable to sleep; isn't it? Anyway, so while I was drinking tea trying to make me warm at 3 in the night a thought struck my mind and I began thinking about the people that we meet in our lives. 

How important are these people? Some are our friends, some acquaintances and some are just present to fill in the space. Among them there is a certain category of people who affect our lives by either becoming a part of it or by leaving it or both.

These I guess are the most important people as they are the ones who do not let us be what we thought we would be or we could be.

These ‘invaders’ (as I like to call them) make us realize our mistakes by not just telling us but encroaching our self respect and dignity; literally. They persuade (read force) us to do certain things which we may not agree to initially but are quite fruitful for us at the end, or maybe from the beginning itself. They act as a catalyst making us change our reactions, thoughts, perceptions and if involved to a greater extent; our own selves!

They teach us to be self reliant, to be confident, to be fun and most importantly ‘preach’ us to be independent in our lives and create an identity. They help us ‘shape’ ourselves and turn us into better human beings. They are those few critics necessary after a hundred admirers.

Now the strange feature about ‘the invaders’ is that they are the ‘non-attachable’, ‘non-associate-able’ types. Confused? Let me simplify. While you think that they are completely bind to you, these people do not get attached to a ‘particular setting’ for a long period of time. Even if they do, they have skills given to them by the almighty to detach themselves quite easily. They are the nomads who come live in your life, stir your emotions and then sooner or later leave.

Maybe they are meant to leave; destined to. Because while they are gone we are left with memories! Memories that remind us of the special time where there was somebody to take care of us in a very naive way capable enough of making ourselves what we are today! Memories which are even precious than those people! 

I’m sure you all must have been lucky enough to have had at least one such invader in your life, a person whom you trust upon, whom you desire to keep with you always, on whom you are dependent. People who become your support system and even if you want to not rely on them you end up doing that even more.

A teacher, a mentor, a friend! Whoever they are, keep them with you always. Because they are the ones who can be truly yours!

Cheers!

P.S- Happy New Year! :)