The colour wheel has been arranged in a harmony, to suit the nature of colours and to please the eyes, just like the shades of life. We all know life in primary colours, there’s childhood, full of wonder and rapt. Then comes adulthood, time of passion and ambition. At last, comes old age, where the light starts to dim and the sound starts to fade. Is this all? No.
What makes life, life, are the secondary and tertiary colours, the colours you don’t know of or don’t think about.
My favourite colour is Lavender, it is grayish purple or pinkish magenta or pale bluish indigo. For me, it is a feeling, lavender is hope or happiness or just life.
My Lavender can be your teal or turquoise or cardinal. Life is made of myriad shades, so live it in Myriad Shades, do not get stuck in the Red and Green and Blue. Live before you run out of shades.
The feeling of HUMAN SPECIES being a parasite is getting stronger every day. We all want progress, development but paying tenfold the price for it, seems like a vapid idea. We all have a business person in us, but, it is slowly turning into a thief. A thief of natural resources, other people’s virtue and soul.
I believe you all must have heard about ZAINAB, the girl who was raped and murdered in Pakistan or about the Delhi rape and murder case or the Mathura rape case or Jessica Lunsford case or Sandra Cantu case, even if I write for days at a stretch I won’t even come close to finishing the list. And the irony is that all the malefactors blamed their deed on the victim.
We humans always find a way to pin the blame on somebody else so, we stay clean. No matter if it is a crime against humanity or the course of daily life, taking responsibility is not our strong suit. We cannot just take and take and take, and make the other person completely hollow and not expect them to buzz. The buzzing will soon make us all deaf and we will still be crying, asking, what is it that we did wrong!
I greeted the New Year with all the positivity I could find in me and planned the heck out of it. It’s only been a week and I have already read a book and have watched five movies. The New Year always brings a great promise, a promise that the dreams will come true and things will be exactly the way I wish them to be. I know it isn’t true or even healthy to believe, nevertheless, this is my reflex. I am one of those people who hardly stay awake after ten O’clock, but, there is something glamorous about the New Year’s Eve.
So, this year, for the very first time, I experienced the cliched moment of striking the clock twelve and feeling Utopia can very well be earth, with my friends. We weren’t in a club, soaked in liquor but in bed, discussing the spiritual realm.
The possibility of souls being trapped in purgatory or possibly they don’t or can’t leave because there is no afterlife, everything is here and now, no there and later. The possession of the human body and the extent of its destruction. There are so many strands being tied around our neck, I don’t understand why we choose to add to it. Anyway, there were a lot more to our skull session than just, spiritual realm.
And soon the yackety-yak turned into yawning and, the New Year was here.
Humans, even the predictable ones do not love the idea of monotony. We all crave change, a clean slate, a fresh start that a NEW YEAR brings. Another chance to try for things we want, we need, we wish.
But, is it enough? Just having a New Year. Making a resolutions’ list, only to disregard it. Isn’t it so much comfortable to just go back to the old habits, feeling somewhat accomplished because we tried.
I watched a TED TALK the other day where the speaker said that the major problem with current living Humans is that we are okay with just trying. We do not strive to accomplish or to be the best. We believe it is healthier to be easy on ourselves but in this process, we forget to give our everything, to try with every ounce of energy we have, only because trying is enough.
At first, I thought that he is being unreasonable because the thought of accepting that I am also one of these Humans was not something I wanted to entertain but as I kept on watching and he kept on explaining, I was in the category he wanted me. It didn’t lead to an epiphany, but it was definitely a pinch from reality.
A pinch to wake me enough to start making changes, slowly. Today I start blogging again, I do not remember why I stopped, but It doesn’t matter anymore.
So, this year I am not just going to make resolutions, I am going to make a life I want. Because I don’t want life to be a ‘Moo Point.’
An armour it is, to survive this world.
The world where humans live, not humanity.
But I see those who are different, want to change.
Make the species mean something, again.
Books are not just stories, some are filled with life,
Some are with lessons or with the light to change your life.
Some breath music, some live music.
Even silence is music, the music whimsical.
Places can make you different, can change you.
Some stay with you, in memories or every day.
Finding one that makes you shiver, is a miracle.
Miracle worth holding on to.
Thirst to Be Better
Live, don’t just be,
Live in a way so serene, that your yesterday smiles and the tomorrow be
something, make your name not just a name but a name behind names.
I recently found an explanation to keep myself sane and not get annoyed or angry, I think. People can only see what they understand including me.
When someone makes a joke about being depressed they don’t understand the complex and dying scenario behind depression. I know all of us are dying but some of us can really feel the death and to understand that, one needs to see it and to see it, they have to understand it.
When we casually say ‘grow up’ the ulterior motive behind saying that is either ‘don’t bug me’ or ‘DON’T BUG ME.’ I know it is easier to look away and a lot easier to forget. But is it something that is a solution. I know you will feel guilty for looking away when that person is no more around, I know you will try to educate others when that person is no more around, I know you will blame yourself when that person is no more around but that person is no more around, whatever the reason.
Why do we want people to ignore it or just shake it off?
The answer is simple, I think, we do not understand it so we do not see it.
We don’t see:
People committing suicide
Our world getting darker
People asking for help
Air getting smokier
Our body getting weaker
The earth dying
Time flies like water,
Water flows like rocks.
We used to be one,
Now, one is just a number.
We thought we could grow together.
But looks like one of us got bored.
We waited, did we?
We should have… maybe
Leaving someone, something is a task
A task no one ever wants to perform,
But it’s just a way
Of living, living like humans.