Sprinkled Words

Ever wonder why they call it Self Help? Well it had been a while since I wanted to read one, so recently I picked up one called, non violent communication. It spoke about various aspects in life. But out of all I read, I picked up on this one thing that stuck to me like nothing else. (little did I know reading on flights would help so much)  How do we project anger? Did you ever just stop to think? Our hearts does a lot more than just pump blood to our body and lee us alive. It leads to the stomach. The stomach that doesn’t just digest food, but also is the pit to all your feelings.  Do you ever feel hollow even after you’ve eaten? If yes, you know what I mean.  Sometimes we say a lot of things without understanding, but it is in the spur of the moment. Sometimes we pile things up in our hearts and the just spill it out all at once, because we have been scared to say it all this while. But who have we been scared to say it to? Ourselves or someone else?  We te

I’m sure you all know when one says that. Ever wondered how that works with life? Be it relationships, or work, it’s always going to take a huge chunk out of your life.  So here’s a question, and no, I don’t need an answer out loud, this one is just for you ; Do you love your bed more than yourself? I’m sorry to disrupt this relationship a little bit, but I need you to do this for me.  So one day is fairly long right? we do have time to gossip, or just sit and stare into blank space?  Well…. what if we take that time and just do something we like? Don’t be too lazy, come on, I know you can do it. Carry that book around in your bag if that makes you feel better.  You like food? or just a quiet cup of coffee by yourself? Ok great, whats stopping you from doing that?  It’ll take you only 15 minutes I promise.  Please give it a shot? Much like the yummy food we eat, our brain may like some of it too. Lets all take some time out of our busy lives to do something

To a generation seduced by technology, will we have the kind of love we read in books? Or will be look like catalog photos of a magazine advertising for it's latest gadgets? Will our house be filled with electronics and e books? Or filled with some photos and artefacts from the places of our travel. Will the world forget the sheer happiness of the smell of an old book? Or to find an old tiny daisy for a bookmark? The definition of 'Love' can be different for different people, clearly mine was written back in the 1980's. The joy of coming back home to family/ lover, pre cooked hot dinner waiting for you, and some bonding time over a hot beverage?  (yea ok, I'm old) Today, we all realise it's a rate race. Everyone is running to make ends meet, make jobs work, somehow squeeze time on a weekend to meet a few friends. Guess what, we all know it's going to be like this for a couple of years now. Meeting people on dates may become usual, and making fun of t

A year later, today here I am, sitting up at 2am and writing this. A lot of things have changed. My love for colours, doing things I like, unapologetically, sitting in a cafe and sipping on my coffee alone, happily.  I am finally able to go back to those relations I left behind when I was afraid I will screw them up eventually. School friends, some parts of my family, and well, honestly, me. There were parts to my life that I had completely refused to acknowledge. Today, I am able to go back to them without having an anxiety attack. Yes, I still have those tiny phases when I just want to be alone, walk home from work, so I get that little time and space for myself, but hey! Who doesn’t want that? That’s perfectly normal right :D  ( that is if there is something that is normal)  I learnt how to start to love myself.  I slowly started to give up the patterns that had built up through these years. Self victimisation, inflicting pain on myself, walking

It's almost time and I'm in my window seat, staring out before my flight takes off. If anyone happens to notice me before a flight, they'd think I'm weird.   (not like they doubted it before).    I'm generally staring aimlessly into blank space. Though it looks like that, my head goes wondering into a million hemispheres, & zones of imagination.Those dreams still unachieved, and the journey of self discovery begins the minute I get to the airport and this journey is about to start. The view from the window changes with every passing second & my heart starts racing and the endless dreaming begins. What does one see when seated on an aisle seat? I wonder. The guy on the aisle seat is generally already watching the television on his screen or reading his book. If gets me thinking, isn't he excited? What's his story? Why is he watching movies before the flight has even taken off? This time, I was less nervous and more excited as I was going to a cit

As I for the n'th time shamelessly watch 'Julie & Julia', I can't stop but wonder how it would be like to really live in that generation, of the early 1980's, where people would send out family postcards, letters to communicate, use cookbooks and not printed recipes to try something new in the kitchen,  and typewriters existed. Wow thats a long sentence and lot to wonder about. How grateful I am to be a 90's kid, where mother's wearing crisp cotton sari's was the most fashionable garment ever, a time where floppy's and cassettes were hip and happening (thank you father),  and a video game?! Boy oh boy, was the best thing ever or what! Did that now bring a smile to your face? Wonderful. Girls, do you feel like a cotton sari right now? or may be a tazzo? or some 'wwf cards'? (yes girls played that too) Boys, may be open up a cpu? or just bullie your sibling? Given our time and age, call me old fashioned, but yes, I sure live in

HELLO  HYDERABAD.  My first ever flight to Hyderbad was a nightmare. I had a terrible anxiety attack and broke down, on that plane. It was a midnight flight, so luckily the lights went out, at least for a while. Within seconds the tears came rolling down and i couldn’t stop it. I didn’t know anyone. New job, new place, and I wound up there, all alone. It was minutes later that the lights came back on, and the flight attendant came up to me and asked me if I was ok, and if I needed anything. She insisted on a cup of tea, and I cannot be more grateful. That hot cup of tea, sure did some good. I managed to hold a breath and stopped sobbing. The tea felt more refreshing than ever and I started to feel my body calm down.  As my flight landed, I said goodbye to the attendant with the broadest smile and wet eyes. She hugged me and said goodbye. I thought to myself, this could’ve been worst.  As I got my baggage and left to go to my hotel, I happened to gaze at the sky through

It was around sunset that her flight took off. Above the clouds in no time, and after a couple of minutes, she could see the city below her. The golden light of the sun fell over the city, and somehow it filled her heart with some new found love and understanding.  It was time to reflect on the trip she just had. Her heart started to beat fast and she started to smile even without knowing.  She couldn’t stop thinking about him. It was that moment that she knew they were in love. She couldn’t even leave him a text to say so until she landed. She knew he loved her. His charm, goofiness and humour had clearly swept her off her feet. She found her niche in him. There was no other place she’d rather be, than with him.  It was the most honest relation she had ever seen. They learnt a lot about each other over the past 5 years. It took her this one flight and all of 4 beers to realise, he was her favourite.    Yup, that happens.  They started this friendship with discussing

Little did we know, our story started the day we sat and sipped our first cup of coffee together as strangers, trying to get to know each other better. In my head the fireworks went off instantly, but somehow I wasn't sure if I was allowed to feel that way. My little heart that went dancing around for a tiny bit, had to settle down eventually and get back to the grind. It was that one night when I realised my tiny heart wouldn't stop dancing. We each had our drinks and were happily sawing to the loud music in the background, whispering sweet nothings in each others ears. Until the other girl came along and you went swinging into her arms and dancing like there was no tomorrow. My tiny hurt felt a giant punch in the face, and that's when I realised I was going to drink my sorrows away, quiet literally that night. The music suddenly turned up and I danced enough where I couldn't feel my feet. I faintly remember a ride back to my hotel room, where I almost fell asleep o