Feet on the ground.

It has been a while since wrote something here. Well, truth be told I’ve missed this space and I’m glad to be back. So why today?

It irks me to not share, and it’s hard to ignore as well. Humility. Humility has been estranged .

To stay humble has become a chore in this competitive world. Everyone is running towards the goal of being impressive and proving the world they capable of a certain thing or skill. In that race, they lose control of the ground. They run so hard only to fall on the very same ground.

Humility is estranged. But it can still teach you a lesson or two. Growth is measured by wisdom not by your boastful description of your strengths. Pride comes before a fall. Be matured enough to realise that if it’s significant enough, if it’s sound enough, the world would speak for you of your glory.

Humility is a beautiful quality to possess. It frees you from yourself. It reminds you  to learn while those in pride think they have enough. It brings peace. 

There’s been a misconception that pride equals to confidence. You can be humble and confident. Confidence is to know and believe in your abilities, not convincing people of them. It’s personal. You know if you have them. 

Being modest doesn’t make you zero. It creates a projection that not everything needs to be shown, explained and described, it will all come through if necessary. 

Aim for the sky but keep your feet on the ground .

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Mine forever, Yours Forever

We find love in the most unlikely places and at the most unexpected time. Well, that's pretty much our story. It was when I got used to being by myself, living a routine apart from just taking baby steps into my PG journey, that we were fated to find each other. Though the thought of him and talks about him had always kept me interested, they were very casual. The initial stage of knowing each other was certainly overwhelming and full of confusions accompanied with much conflicts. But it is true what people say, you heart will tell you if he's the one. Purely instincts. 

As time passed , when layers of differences began to surface , we struggled to not argue, he probably clenched his fist at many instances to guard the relationship and then there was me, fighting my own battle with expectations and acceptance. Truth be told, we are not one of those couples who is all rainbows and sunshine every day, every moment. I believe in uniqueness of every relationship and how messed up sometimes things are and also how some days we forget every single flaw of our partner and live heaven on Earth. The best feeling though is, to feel both the sweetness and bitterness at the same time. To have an argument yet going to bed knowing it's going to be alright the next day, realizing he is my every day and forever no matter what challenges might drive us apart.

Let's speak of differences. Men and women aren't made the same. We may complete each other but not necessarily a unified puzzle piece which fits perfectly in all angles. We have flaws, in fact we are all indeed  flawed. Probably I'm extra flawed in my pursuit of perfection.

Point blank,  differences aren't always good when it comes to relationships but they are not so bad either as long as two people are persistent in holding on to each other. I want this, he wants that. Setting all those glitches aside I found things in him that I've never seen in much men I know.I guess I'd never find someone who  could suppress his male ego and wait for the right time even to correct me and not lash out in the heat of the moment or even speak my flaws to his closest kin. Someone who respects me and my feelings in every way possible though I'm one tough cookie to crack. Instead of saying we fell for each other, it's the best fit to put it as, "We learned to love each other."

People in our lives aren't delivered to us as a perfect package with the prettiest ribbon. It certainly took me some time to learn this fact. We need the will and effort to save them place in our heart. Despite all the denials and uncertainties that occupied my mind, it was him, I always knew it will be him. And time, the greatest healer and the mightiest path of truth proved how much this man means to me and how he has and will turn my life around. 

If love is the fruit of patience, learning to love is the art of patience. If we hadn't had those misunderstandings and conflicts, I don't think I would have realized what a gem of a person he is. Not to sugarcoat anything but I have never been so proud of a man and to be called his, ever so excited to let the whole world know he is mine forever. Though the next phase is a big step leading to adventures of different kinds , of happiness and bittersweet moments, I know we are gonna be alright.

I'm never letting go , so does he.

 I'm in love.

 I'm in love with the best man I have and will ever meet. 

This is for you, love. You know who you are ♥♥♥

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!

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Let it go

“Eventually all things fall into place. Until then, laugh at the confusion, live for the moments, and know EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON.”

― Albert Schweitzer

Let days pass, let things happen because that's the most natural course of life. Life just happens to us despite our desire and urge to resist. Sometimes power is the enemy in disguise and the control we crave upon our lives is the ultimate weapon in assistance to destruct happiness. It took me years to realize the ability to let loose is the right way of living. I have spent years trying to fix this and that, change my now and know all out before leaping but those were the days I was the least happy. Wasn't much of a risk taker I'd say. That's not the case though.  It is indeed the fear of failing and the fear that someone else will live your live for you is what drives people closer to have a blueprint for every aspect of their lives.

For me, letting go of the firm grip was a purely an unconscious process. It happened and realization came when I was already halfway down the carefree route to happiness. Reflecting back, experiences and mostly people I met were the main cause. It may not always be something personal and anything that I went through. There were instances in which I played the spectator who was hooked enough to let it influence me without too much of analyzing and judging that could have possibly returned me towards the pre-made plans.

We can learn from others' lives as much as we learn from our own, given we keep an open mind. I've met people who are simply amazing or should I say, chose to look beyond the imperfections in their lives because they know the value of happiness and spreading it to the world. I desire not to speak about flaws and weakness, life has not taught but made me to search and find what I have to discover at this point of my life. And I found happiness in spreading smiles and laughing at every struggle I face. Life is not meant to be taken too seriously, anyway. 

We cry today, we laugh tomorrow. Everything happens for a reason so find shade under the tree of happiness!

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Freedom is a choice

It was just a few days before my 24th birthday that I decided to opt out from Facebook and now it has been a month away from the ever so-coveted social networking site. Well given the past, this isn't at all a new scenario since I have deactivated my Facebook for countless times in the past few years, for numerous reasons which somehow in some ways navigated me back where I wanted to elude. I was undecided. Safe to say, most people are indeed undecided. While there are kids trying to snoop into it disregarding their parents' opinions, there are Gen-Ys getting sick and bored of the brag-worthy filtered-life filling the void between conversations and work.

The intention to leave is there however, it is also followed by the dread of FOMO ( Feeling Of Missing Out). As much as some of us want the world to talk about the most general of things, people actually, are just impossibly generous with their knowledge of people which is unfortunate. Sitting at lunch discussing over a friend's new life event which you apparently missed, isn't cool. Or to be precise, will not be accepted as cool. While your degree of coolness decreases and ego gets bruised, you will then be reminded of what an alien you are among that group of friends. Not to burst your bubble but waving goodbye to your sense of belonging is hard because that without a doubt is a basic human need, blame Maslow. The next thing you know you are scrolling hungrily to feed yourself everything you've missed or in another simple, blunt note is called 'stalking'.

If you are all set  to survive the awkwardness, there comes another complication. Something is extremely wrong with society these days but it's hard to blame it on them. I guess you'd admit if I were to claim Facebook to be the most convenient platform for file sharing if you are not in an organization which wants things to be done the right way instead of the easy way, or perhaps simply has restricted you access to the site during office hours. Isn't it just so easy to drag a couple of files while you still keep up with the ever-updating feeds? Yes, Google drive was invented for a reason so does iCloud, Evernote etc but who cares right? Considering the "innovation", people assume Facebook to be the next big thing they should never abandon.

Let's just say you are prepared to stand by the pain of organizing a storage drive, you just feel the emptiness of life in between tv commercials, awkward moments while waiting for your food and a weird sense of guilt over the reason behind the smartphone in your grip. Then you bounce back ! I had those reasons messing my stand and many more I can't elaborate yet I've survived. Perhaps it would sound really wrong to say I kind of don't miss it anymore. Everything mentioned above are temptations which are indeed possible to overcome. I fought those excuses to alternatives which eventually formed new habits. I'm happy up to this point.

Facebook isn't bad as long as it isn't an addiction. The problem though is, are you sure you're not a slave yet? On a different note, do you even care? Stick to what matters to you. I just done, at least amidst this ever-increasing pile of work .

Renuka G

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Hatred a disease

Hate is one of the few words one can't define positively. Some people shout it out loud in silence while the rest give it a real voice in the most protruded manner. While there are claims of courage, the act of valour flashes headlines in the social media as if it's an uncertainty in the truth or perhaps another side to the story which has rather been chosen to be masked. Well, people are complicated, so am I. It frazzled me though, moments in life I felt some kind of sympathy and an unfathomable confusion of to what extent hatred go move a person.

Perhaps it's a simple struggle of power or an onerous acceptance towards the concept of sharing, I can't be sure. Like looking down from the top of the world  feeling like you're in control and marking a territory with a bunch of people chasing everyone else as a threat, hate is all about ego. I don't think there's a better word to conclude that feeling. It's utterly cold and a purely negative state of mind to hate when there's so much to share in this world to make it a better place. To dislike is temporary, hatred is indeed toxic.

It comes back to humanity at the end of the day. Instead of all good things, we magnify hatred putting forth our intolerable ego only to forget how bad the whole thing reflects on us. We claim to be ourselves by projecting those emotions out but, our negativity is spreading elsewhere thus affecting our own circle and the world at whole. All for what? To rain on someone's personality? To humiliate them? To influence others? I guess it's not worth the bid.

Again, hatred is toxic. Once you hate someone, you are blinded to their good side. When you can't see the good in someone, you get too busy trying to pin down their flaws. You indulge in the power of criticism only to fall on your face when even without you realizing your own people start resenting you. Just like the numerous typed hidden-speeches, you would become a secretly loathed person.

For a world free of hatred!

Renuka G

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Into the Wild

People read for various reasons. I read to be inspired. Perhaps that's why I don't simply walk into the bookstore and pick a read. Books that I've read and had a hard time to let go are the ones which crossed me by accident. Though cheesy and love story-ish it might sound, it is indeed undeniable that I'm fussy when it comes to books. Most of my collections are either a movie or true story. I believe in learning and these stories are truly inspiring to the extent of addiction and of course self-realization.

My recent read is Into the wild by Jon Krakauer. I hadn't read any books after Gone Girl till I came across this one. It's the story of a young boy named Johnson McCandless who abandoned his good life and dearest possessions to travel 'into the wild'. He died tragically but that's not the case. The life he lived was without a doubt remarkable with top notch values for his age.

There's something about his perspective of life which sets him apart for any random person 'living'. He was blessed with everything a normal teenager would desire yet, why he left? What was his quest? And at the end of the story will you see him like just another reckless idiot who abandoned his good life or as something else? These questions would make you turn the pages . It's for the thinkers who evaluate moral codes in a non judgmental manner. It's for people who understand 'things' and the value of each of those in life at whole.

Going footloose is of course intriguing and exciting, given the recent trend, it is also rather glamorous. The association of travel with escape is a cliche-connection people use to sculpt their stories of independent-self with much pride. Johnson was rather humble. He knew the world has flawed codes and he was sick of the society which he phrased as a 'crazy-breed'.  He was complaining, profusely complaining. Unlike the crowd, he set out to live the life which he believed in. His journey was not a glamorous road. His passion for new horizons were not mere words. His adventures were novel. Most importantly, his experiences were something one can never imagine to risk. He wanted to be lost to feel alive. Death was predictable yet nothing mattered more than his bond with the roads he took.

It's not like a story you want to live. Just one capable of making you reason choices in life and the beauty of the real universe without the 'things' people feel obsessed over which in return possess them in a way or another. This book is of class! A walk away from civilization so close to fiction with every page of adept descriptions teaching something this world has  now been missing.

Johnson McCandless lived, his story tells the rest.

Renuka G

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