Sprinkled Words

We only seem like we fit perfectly into this world.  We are actually like a picture in focus, but grainy. Nothing is perfectly clear, nothing seems right when you try to make any sense of it. The world may like it better than you do. But the truth is, nothing on the inside is fine. We don't have the man we love, we don't have our dream job, we cannot save up enough to travel abroad, we don't have time to go catch that movie, we don't have time to give ourselves a day off.  So here's the deal. Screw it. Let it be. You don't have to fit. May be it's better off this way. It gives us something to look forward to, make goals and who knows, this is better than what we actually thought was perfect?  Panic, cry, pity yourself, it's alright. These feelings will go. May be all of these pieces will fall in place. May be the time has not come yet.  May be get up from your dream, only to realise that this is better than the perfect life you had imagin...

I had some time to kill at the airport the other morning, perks of having Netflix on my phone, I managed to watch at least a decent part of my favourite movie, ‘Julie Julia Project’. Based on a true story and the protagonist ‘Julia Child’, an amazing chef, I managed to see similarities between the movie and me. I oddly realised that’s exactly what my life looks like right now. For those of you who have watched the movie, no I don’t hate my job, and no I’m not married or have a significant other and i definitely do not have differences my mother.I still have meltdowns and still feel insufficient and feel like I let my loved ones down. As a 20 something girl, who has a full time job, I do study now too. It’s honestly not the easiest thing to do, and yes I get late for submissions, I miss out on making time for my friends, I don’t remember the last time I watched a movie in a theatre, and probably need to have stalk up on some extra T-shirts and underwear, because I sometimes f...

So here's the truth, out loud and as brutal as it may seem, I get looks of pity and sympathy when I answer 'Yes' to the question, 'Are you single?' Is that really that bad? Does that mean I may die alone? Or is it just that I don't care enough to tell you what the real deal is. No one questions anything that happens post mid night, or just before the sun is out at morning. It's that time of the day when your body and mind are relaxing and you like it to stay that way. That's probably when my entire universe is awake. The drapes of my window flying with the cool breeze of the night, the sounds of the vehicles slowly start to lessen, and we start to get comfortable in our little world we have built for ourself. As you lay there in your shorts and a bunch of magazines and I am surrounded with a hot cup of coffee and a book, we settle in for the night. No questions to answer, no people to look at. No rules to follow, no reason to behave tame...

Our conversations seemed longer than they were. We only seemed ok, while we were actually not. My flaws, you emphasised. My broken heart, your irony. My position in your life, exaggerated. My illness, your strength. Us, we vanished. I was your satire, Now you are my metaphor.

As a woman in our society, we have so many people to listen to. Social protocol, aunties,sometimes mother's, grandmothers, some third person. What happens to that voice in your head? Does it diminish? Here's the thing. May be don't rebel, because that doesn't work. You'll only have to hear more terrible things about yourself.  Instead, just walk away. Do what you want to anyway, just quietly. Who ever has to pick on it, will do it, anyway. We are told a lot of times to sit a certain way, to eat a certain way, dress appropriately, love a certain way and be tamed. May be this is not something out mothers ever wanted to do to us, but it just happened. The generation our mothers belong to one which are torn between the previous generation was very strict, and our generation, our grandmothers may call lose. I think our mothers are able to rationalise a little more than the previous. They may tend to support us a lot more than we may think, but they will also just ...

That rosy picture, it won't stay for too long. NO, you are not always going to be a chirpy mood. You're not always going to play along. People have got to make peace with that. It's time to be unapologetic. For how long will you do things just to fit in? just so that no body will give you a very hard time? Stop playing along. Stop putting up that nice face to people whom you actually don't care about. Stop talking to someone, if that's what you really want. Don't take crap from anyone, just because they are your superior or someone older. Any sort of sexual abuse, make a noise. Be unapologetic. Be honest. If they can't take it, that's not your problem anymore. If someone doesn't like your frizzy hair in the morning when you wake up, leave. If someone has the problem with how many people you talk to, walk away. If someone has a problem because you don't eat something they like, pick another restaurant and eat your favourite food....

For every girl who breaks her heart easily. Don't let the world make you feel little about yourself. There are going to be hundred's of people to point out what's wrong with you. Don't let the world condemn you for being too shy, too organised, too sensitive, too expressive. You're just someone who stands out in a crowd. You're just a girl with a heart bigger than you imagined. I hope you realise that you're better than the rest. Celebrate that about you. You don't ever need to make efforts to impress because you only realise now that you're not built on the same foundation. Rejoice in the fact that you are different and that have more empathy towards this world and because you know some where down the line humankind needs more people like you. Embrace the chaos in your mind and heart, you never know whom you may teach to love. Yes you are terrifying, empowering & difficult to love, because you are not for everyone.