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.
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.
It was all right and very productive at the same time. I don’t know if I was responsible for this all right month or the so called people I know.
Just like every new year I was motivated, I was going to make things happen and I was going to be “me”. Oh, don’t worry I was me this month actually the whole month, it’s just I was the version I don’t want to be.
I did so much this month, I was so into my resolutions and was trying so hard to achieve them. And I managed to tick off 4 things off my list- 7 Cliches for 2017.
I joined a course to learn french and I am really loving it. It is not as easy as I thought it would be but I do like a challenge so it’s perfect.
I also wrote a poem *yay, I am a poet*. Obviously, it doesn’t rhyme because I cannot rhyme, it is a free verse and I am actually pretty proud of it.
I found an amazing Chinese restaurant and the perfect thing about it is that it is in my area *low-key dancing*. And the food is “yum”.
I am also half way done with my room, it is not exactly a sanctuary right now but it is pleasing to my eyes.
Mentally- This month was a little rough, I had problems more than usual but somehow I managed to overcome them or maybe I just suppressed them like always. I don’t like talking about it which only adds to it and even if I do talk about it I don’t see a positive outcome.
Physically- It was all right. Still taking medicines, still visiting doctors and still don’t have a permanent solution to whatever I have.
Conclusion- I am ecstatic about the progress I have made and I am trying really hard to be the version of myself that I want to be. And it’s all okay.
Stay Awesome Humans.
I have been part of so many discussions and sometimes even debates trying to decide what is normal and what is not. This question has been a lot on my mind recently with everything that is going on in the world, in the countries and in our cities. I googled normal to know what the majority opinion of the word was and I found out that normal is something which completely depends on the standards and norms of the society *I knew that*. So, basically normal is something that stops you from being different, trying new things and just going crazy. Anything that is not traditional or has not been done by anyone in about a gazillion years is not normal.
I won’t pretend to be an extremely open-minded person because it is something I am not, I do have some pretty strong opinions and choices and I like to think they are reasonable *just like everybody else*. For starters I hate smokers not because smoking is bad for their health but mostly because it is bad for non-smokers like me, I get that you enjoy taking puffs of toxins and pretend to be cool but I don’t want to get sick because somebody else is trying to be cool. The list of my intolerance is pretty long but I do know that everyone is different no matter how similar or normal they try to look or be. I also know that no matter how different opinions and choices everyone has we all have to live together in this world.
We are part of a galaxy which is made up of millions of things and we only know about 8 planets and out of those planets we just have 1 planet on which we can exist and even on that 1 planet we have 7 continents and 196 countries in which 7 billion people live and we call all this- normal. Our body is made up of numerous veins and bones and we consume a gas to survive and it is all- normal. We experience 2 kinds of season and 4 kinds of weather in a year and our major power source is a big ball of superhot plasma which is 150 million km away from us and it is all- normal. Nothing is normal and everything is normal, it is just about the perspective.
Ever wondered about how the stars were made? I know the scientific explanation but what exactly was the purpose of those shiny little things in the sky which are numerous gases and miles away from us. I like to believe they are a ray of hope *I know it sounds cheesy but truth is truth* and something that unites this world together because no matter where you are, you can always see the stars *and other stationary objects but you get the idea*. I have always loved the idea of just lying in an open ground and watching the starry sky which is brightly lit. But I live in a city, city full of extremely bright lights which somehow overpowers the natural beauty of stars and the idea of watching that starry sky becomes more of a fantasy. It is a fantasy that gives me extra fuel on worthless days. Days when I don’t feel like myself or days when I don’t feel like getting out of bed or days when I just feel like ignoring the world.
I have always been that person with the most different bags and strong opinions and extreme headbands and ardent principles. There were several times when I was so unsure of myself and wondered if it’s good to be the person I am *this bold and opinionated*. I know it seems mindless to worry about such useless things like bags or shoes but these useless things are what makes our personality. You are your choices, you can be considered something only if you are allowing it. And all this just made me realise that this world is like that extremely harsh city light and somehow we as stars just lose our natural light. But the most important thing is that no matter what happens we have to shine brighter than those harsh lights and help each other embrace our natural self. Everyone is opinionated on this planet and maybe on other planets too and that’s okay.
Everyone is free to be whomsoever they want to be and enjoy whatever they like but we should not forget that we share this planet with more than 7 billion humans. Our opinions and decisions affect everyone so it is time to just stop blaming the society or the world because we always forget that we are the society and we make this world. A lot of humans have worked really hard just so we could enjoy the world as it is today and I think we owe it to them, us and future generations to not degrade it like we are currently doing and be careless with it. We have come so far from the times when we had to rub stones together to generate fire so why are we trying to go back to that cave people lifestyle. The best we can do in current situations is just be a magical sea unicorn and leave all the stupid problems behind and radiate as bright as we can. Please be nice to each other and try to be the best version of yourself.