The Myriad Shades of Life

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 Blame Game

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!

Experiencing NEW YEAR’s EVE

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.

Let’s Own 2018

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.’

Are you Beautiful or Pretty?

When I was in 9th standard my teacher asked the class what is the difference between beautiful and pretty?

And listening to these words filled my mind with supermodels, actresses and people on the front page of magazines. Just when I was admiring how amazing Cameron Diaz looked on the front page of the cosmopolitan magazine, she asked the question again. And this time I tried to focus but I couldn’t figure out the difference.

The whole class was quite, some knew the answer but couldn’t put it in words, some were just confused and some thought that we were going to study synonyms that day.

After a long pause, she said that she never expected an answer from us and it is okay that we don’t know. And then she explained the difference.

Beautiful is a person who feels good, a person who is content while pretty is a vanity word. Pretty means looking good and just looking good.

I never knew that words hold so much power and even synonyms are so significantly different. From that day on I wanted to be a beautiful person and I still want to.

But as I grew up I realised that even though beautiful is a state that we should aspire to be in but we run after pretty.


This world is all about looking, not feeling.

If you look good you must feel good right!?

But what if we don’t?


People say we are not allowed to be impaired if we don’t have a terminal disease or wounds to show.

But we are hurt and we are in pain and don’t know how to explain.


Dressing up, putting on makeup, wearing high heels are the ultimate signs of being happy or so I’ve heard.

But I’ve seen people laughing hard while crying inside.

I’ve seen people dressed up from tip to toe while feeling hollow inside.

I’ve seen people just surviving, passing each day by.


If someone looks good it doesn’t mean they feel good.

So maybe once in while ask, “How are you feeling” instead of saying “You look good.”

Free Verse by Mortal in White


It felt so lonely here, amidst them all

All the loved ones were here and the dear ones too

If it was a feeling of a phase, I don’t know

No one tried nor did I and the feeling or phase seemed more perpetual


And then I moved from wretched to anxious and then to serene


Now I’m happy being alone, makes me content

All the noise is gone and I’m calm

Today I know the contrast in alone and lonely

I understand both, I respect both, I espouse both


I acknowledge happiness is awesome, but the Universe doesn’t revolve around a smile

What is Mortal in White

I think Mortal in White is a pretty simple name and really easy to understand. I decided to name my blog that because well, I do not have any secret identity and I do not belong to any different species I am just a basic homo sapien, not that basic but you get the idea. I like to call myself a mortal because it’s definition is “subject to death”. The idea of death or leaving everything is just too big to imagine but it is something we just cannot escape so why not just embrace it. I know that the life I am given can end anytime by a car which just crossed the red light for fun or by someone who just didn’t like me or by someone who liked me way too much, endless reasons. So I like to live my life not denying the truth and not being consumed by it either. And White is my favourite colour which is why I am mostly spotted in white hence Mortal in White.




I am a 20-year-old student of literature, Journalism and language. I really want to learn as much as I can and that is why I like to treat every day like a blank canvas which I can paint any colour I want. I like to believe I have a lot of years and days to live but god forbid if I do not then I would like to make the best of today.




Steve Jobs once said, “if today was the last day of your life would you still want to do what you are about to do today?”. So, would you?
On a completely different note: plan as much as you can, have fun as much as you can, laugh as much as you can, just be yourself and embrace yourself.
Stay Awesome.