We see the word the lots of homeless souls, now I am not talking about the physical body that we all look at and address each other with…
It Is easy to pin an individual call them broken as if they don’t know it very well. The shatter or just a little crack makes a lot of difference…
All your life needs just one incident to turn your world upside down, but how many times one can handle such incidents, or how long it needs to be there to make sure that an individual does not get damaged…?
Let me share with you a story, two weeks ago, it was a blissful Sunday night and I had a great time in my life, everything was going greater than good until…
I don’t know how I was in the emergency room of a hospital, it was dingy and was quiet, and to be honest, I feel like I am lost in the darkroom and my bed was covered with the curtains where I was, in pain and I saw people passing by, peaking through curtains looking at me giving me pity, it reminded me of some particular set of events that have been happening from the past 18 years and that moment scared me….
It’s been two weeks and it started to affect my daily life to extend that I might end up losing everything again! What exactly happens after every incident, first separated me from my parents, then after 15 years of fights, arguments, distance, and damage, when I was able to actually feel like a child nurtured by a loving family, shit happen again, and this time it broke me down…
For the past 2 years, people call me damaged, broken, and depressed, pointing to the damage that my soul went through, and feels like they have done tremendous work! I realized it last week when I was forced to speak, and my shattered soul just blocked my voice…. The moment has just passed and I feel like I want to peel my skin off, as it is not the best feeling of the world yet I am trying not to damage myself physically…
You are damaged, it is very easy to speak, but hard to understand, and even harder to live with… I am sure most of the audience agrees with me over this! I live with a broken soul, looking for something to or someone to mend it but alas!! Every time I grab some glue or tape, it ended up breaking me more….
Every day seems like a challenge, waking up, going to work, eating, talking and especially going back to home try to sleep on time… for others it is not difficult, some of us it is …
So what’s the solution? I came across one.. Don’t look for something to stick your soul with, just try to be around, once you get aloof you will just fade… hang out, be in a group (not saying that you have to speak) listen, learn, know them enough to feel comfortable and when you are … you just got healed…!
Butterflies in the stomach can be used in many situations, and one of them is the wave of inner peace and happiness that I was looking for the past 18 years of my life….
Yes, as the title suggests we all know what I am going to talk about. The feeling was quite unfamiliar to any child in this whole world until they see the glitter in the eyes of their parents while talking about something that you are the only one who feels right about. I started my career as a writer a year ago but the journey to this day was the longest I have traveled through.
Often in the rush of lives, making enough to keep everyone happy sometimes keep you away from real moments that a parent and a child can share in these small things. Especially when you have elder siblings who are just as perfect as you can’t even imagine yourself to be.
10 June 2021, a regular day of struggle with my sleep and daily life, when I discussed my passion with my mother and finally saw the ray of hope that I was craving for, the need for approval as a human, of my decisions of life, and the fact that they believe in me that this time I can make it of my own..
I had a complicated relationship with my parents, separation and then the friction of love and hate took all the happiness from my life, the struggle was quite real, as everyone knows around me what they want to do in their lives except me. After my school, I tried anything and everything to make them feel proud of me, from HR to business to marketing I was growing at a slow pace but was not sure that this was for me until I finally decided to be a writer.
I worked really hard to be the best in my surroundings, I improve myself every day, work in one of the toughest environments and keep myself sane after the big loss, but it was not all me who is responsible for who I am now.
We blame them for the worse in us, but do we appreciate for the best in us! I realize the reality of the sentence until my father said to me that he is proud of me, and showed interest in my work and life a day before his death. It’s one of the saddest events of my life, actually sad is just a small peek of what I went through last year, but his final words actually boost me to work more harder towards my life, but my mother was still not interested in my work.
But today I saw the same interest and sparkle that I was looking for, at the back of my head I wished that both of my parents felt the same at the same time, but I am happy in this too…
I suddenly felt more alive, more confident, and peaceful when I saw her pure interest, for some, it’s a small feeling but I can feel the blood racing my veins more freely, stress-free it feels like a blow of cold air in the hottest day of summer, like bed after a tiring day, like home after 18 years of wanderlust….
Application may seem small to many who are achieved in their lives, but a small sentence can make someone’s life and it feels best. the crux of this whole story is if you get a chance to pass a positive shine to anyone, do it they will feel best and do the best as they respect you and wandering in the darks for lord knows how long to just see the smile on your face from their hard work!
You must have read about a thousand travel diaries and blogs about their travel experience and how it was so good to visit. Since I am not getting paid to write this I can totally be honest about my trip and how I felt it to be in the city of peace!
Yes, you are right folks, I called it the city of peace for a reason. Even in the heavy crowd, you will feel secluded from the rush of your life. I still remember the moonlight sparkling the never-ending roads when our bus dropped at the station. It was beautiful, so beautiful that I almost cried, the clouds were so close and the moon was so holy. I know it’s the same moon I see every day from my terrace, but I was different on the hills. As we reached our hotel, it was 5.30 in the morning so we didn’t want the staff to wake up and be grumpy with us for the next two days so we waited at the open-air dining section and watched the view of the mountains. A tip, if you really want to indulge in someone’s life or just spend time with your unconscious, then the view will be perfect for you. It was green mountains covered with pine trees and other fauna I don’t know about.
At the top of the hills, you can experience the changing shades of dawn. From dark blue to light blue then to orange with the hint of pink and finally the bright sunrise! At the bottom of the hill, there was a river end, as far as I know, it was a temple at the shore with some smaller establishments. The view actually looked like a thousand-dollar painting
I skip details to the struggle we went through with our check-in and how long we have to starve before we get the room. But as we went through all this we found ourselves craving brunch, so we went to a cafe called “pink” and believe me it has more shades of pink than any fashionista ever discovered. The cafe was famous for its decor and if I shared my experience in a nutshell, it felt like I am a barbie girl in a barbie world!
Although we didn’t go to heavy stuff like rafting and trekking, it was nice to explore the city. The local stores and places. Since we visited the place in early March, the temperature was quite sensitive to fluctuations. For instance, the daytime temperature was almost 35 degrees and the night time was approx 15 degrees. After our brunch, we went to the shore of the river Ganga.
Throughout our way to the shore, there was a big market until the end of the slope. The market was filled with clothes and spiritual healing products. The clothing is mostly in cotton and showcases hippy vibes. I don’t blame the market to be too retro considering the tourist crowd. Most of the foreigners came to the city to practice yoga and find their inner peace. In other words, they are rich enough to stay and spend their money without working for the rest of their lives!
As we reach the shores, we walk around the pebble beds and there are a variety of pebbles that might awe you to stay. The water of river Ganga was sharply cold and calming at the same time. Around the river, you can see rock bed shore, sand shore, or the shore that is actually built for the public to visit and enjoy with family. Now the ones that are made have safety signs and signs that are ideal for kids and adults to enjoy the holy water. Facilities like boats and bridges are well maintained to travel across rivers and enjoy both ends of the city.
As the sunset, we sat in one of the shoreside cafes. Interestingly the city was quite open-minded about getting high so that people can actually smoke a dubby in a public place! So grab the opportunity we snuck out some stuff back to our room where we enjoyed the fresh air and original cultivation of marijuana.
Before we puff up the night in the smoke, we made it special with a great place I can never forget in my life! The place was quite popular for its over wood pizza and hillside view of the city. VJ’s is easy to locate as it is one of the most famous pizza places in Rishikesh. Whatever we ordered, it was delicious and fresh; the cherry on the cake the overall ambiance is so magical that you will fall in love with the open space restaurant.
The night was usually sleepless for me, but this time it was enjoyable. As the night darkened its shades, it was silent, like a whisper of peace. Since the city was one of the safest places to roam around, I was actually roaming in the steep streets of Rishikesh, the city looks more beautiful when nobody is traveling. Like metropolitan cities, where you have to use headphones for melodies, the symphony of moonlight sparkling the empty streets was enough to listen throughout…
The Next Day…
I was cranky and a little sleepy, so when the sun rose and heated up the hills at a burning temperature( for my skin), I closed the drapes and shut my eyelids for some hours….
“Lunch was different this time of the day”, said to my travel companion. we both were hungry to the core and went to a north Indian restaurant near the shore. Near the shore feels luxurious and nice, and if you are at Rishikesh then don’t miss the opportunity! As we had to leave, we didn’t explore much. We mostly enjoy the cold breeze and delightful culture of Hinduism from a visible distance. I have different beliefs when it comes to spiritualism! But that’s a topic for another piece!!
As we packed our bags after sunset, the only thing I was praying was that we could stay a little longer. The little time I spend in this city was like a fairy tale, and yet like every story, it has to end…
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Help and common sense are two different subject in terms of definitions, impressions and even the word count, but when it comes to finding connections between two things, we as humans are very smart; for instance newton connected an apple to world’s undiscovered phenomenon’s which look like a piece of cake to us today. So like every mad human of the world I would like to create my own world, which will be filled with different opinions and values that doesn’t even get discovered! (p.s.- its free of cost for you to read and for me to write my dreams).
Coming back to the topic, in simple terms help means support of any kind of service that will benefit the consumer with no such intention to benefit the provider. Don’t run your business mind its my philosophy! And what can I say about common sense if you look at the dictionary right now you can see the word has no such significance in human world, but we do associate with the most common or sensible action that has been widely accepted by our society and that is the only reason why the word doesn’t have its own pride! So what’s the big mystery here?
With current scenario of this century I believe that both of the words lost its original value; so does a lot of things but right now I can only think about these! So, a noble word like help twisted into guilt cleanser and common sense has been crowned as intelligence. It’s common in human species to confuse words with other words with same emotional value, for me your soul and shoe sole has no difference, they both were ignored until we have to travel! For those who didn’t get it, traveling in this world and in other world required both of them.
Common sense has been associated with your brains from the time we invented the word, but why we feel that if someone needs to be intelligent has to have a common opinion for everything and like everyone, it’s like comparing man and women for bigger dick, it not important that they should possess same qualities if they belong to the same community. So I request you all to join my notion #NoMoreCommonSense, or just remind its place on the earth. Sorry if I hurt someone who loves the word, but its true there is no such thing as common sense, it’s just a vague phrase.
Help on the contrary has gained a lot of respect these days, as we humans don’t help to help others but we help to help ourselves. Have you ever faced a situation where people start comparing their old struggle days with your present situation while offering help? They are not just helping you, or embrace you with their life story to motivate you but their main target here is to remove the guilt. We often feel guilty or upset about our side of misfortune and when we see it from the other side, we start feeling associated with it, we offer our help and support to the person not because we want to help them as a good human but to make us feel better that we can provide something that we never get, I call it circle of guilt like a circle of karma. The circle of guilt is totally opposite to karma, in karma we always get what we deliver, but in guilt we always deliver what we don’t get. It’s ok to help, but not when you feel guilty on yourself and as I mention already that guilt works like “you deliver what you don’t get”. If you deliver conditional help that means you will never understood when you got it unconditionally, and that happens with everyone!
Connecting both, I believe guilt is a social concept, as we never feel guilty for personal reasons, it will always collaborate with a concept born out of common sense that is “an action which is considered right in your society”. So you can relate to me when I say we always put common sense in help.
The concept above wasn’t portrayed as a problem but as today’s emotional insight, like how we process our emotions into the real world, if you ask me for solutions I will point to the person who is looking at the screen right now! It’s totally up to you how to process your guilt, intelligence and will to help, my only objective here was to bring light to the shaded and undiscovered side of our mind that is how we process our emotions!
Overthinking is the new satan of this generation, we overthink on every tiny aspect of our life and sometimes it was worth for the world! But do we think in the right direction or just fuse our circuits curelessly. Yes thinking is a vase topic and it took years for philosophers and psychologist to come up with researchers about human mind, but in my opinion thinking is as easy as any other process in the body, it looks complicated because we haven’t explored it enough. But in daily life, we can easy out our daily progress and thinking by basic steps, not yoga or any other exercise by giving a though about the roots of the process, that why we overthink, or how we overthink so let’s see the first aspect of the process that why we overthink!
Overthinking is not a habit, it’s is inbuilt in our genetics or you can say important curriculum of our complicated lifestyle, but yes we can manipulate it as per our convenience as any other emotions, for instance, if we feel angry, we feel the rush of certain kind of energy that demands an outburst, so usually an living creature tend to channelize it into something destructive, and by destructive it means any activity that can lead to regrets in future. So what we can do about it? It is a universal fact that it’s almost impossible to mentally pluck out an emotion out of our system but we can manipulate it into something more productive, like when we feel angry we can exercise and exhaust the outburst into more beneficial way.
Coming back to our thinking process, one of the major reason our generation overthinks is bottled up emotions, today’s generation is stuck between old moral values and new Morden lifestyle, which actually stress a lot of people in terms of their emotional psyche. We don’t know how to let it out, for once with whom to let it out, earlier the problem is only faced by growing teens and early adults but now the disorder spreads to every age! The disorder of trust issues. But as far as trust is concern we cannot judge anyone’s life, maybe they choose it for good, but in my opinion trust issues doesn’t grow like a bamboo (suddenly shoots up in air) but it grows within (like any root veggie). Even sometimes we don’t know when it started in our unconscious but we defiantly know when the issue came on surface it starts to crack one emotional system, and the shock created by the cracks cause the sprouts of thinking, now in order to keep up with our fast life we tent to overthink our problems for fast and easy solution, but my friend it’s not your office presentation it’s your mind development! To conclude this it only says that resolve internal issues in order to fight with outer one, get the potato out of the roots and enjoy it!
Speaking of potato, I guess there is no culture in the world that suggest raw potato as a part of meal! Comment down if I am wrong!
It was the last day of June and as every other unemployed population I was also looking for a miracle to happen but my destiny was actually looking for something else in mind. It started with early morning dilemma between characters, lazybones v/s career ambitious teen-dult (something I come up for early adults). My decision was filled with lot of anxiety and excitement as I was getting ready for my interview, hoax! It was filled with anxiety and I wasn’t excited at all, it was more like pugnacious, a sneer contribution from my family and society, hashtag no mercy on peace of mind! So as I went out with mixed emotions of anxiety and hostility, which by the way is the shoddy state of mind to make decisions like whom to call or what to do with your life. But I was little lucky, as it was my worse call, his advice was a kick in a crotch but it drives me more towards my goals and ambitions.
After a hot summer walk and kick in a crotch moment I took an auto and move towards my destination for my dreams to fulfil, but the day just started my reader there is more, the auto drop me on wrong location and my pride refuse me to stroll the kind man with me, so I stroll myself for the next one hour in order to search my destination. It was like a story of haunted villa, with every stranger the warning start to come, “don’t go inside” and as every haunted movie star I went anyway. It was not weird, the interview was fine and it seems all good to be true! And that’s my cue, how it be so easy to find a job when millions are still starving for it!!! It was past twelve and to convert my lousy day into something good I called my best bud (friends pun), but as we all know by now my faith was still in the mood for kicking, so he was not available, so I crashed with the loveliest women alive, the mother of my devil minded mother, my nana!
She is like blessing in disguise, and I always wonder that how someone so good can curse the mankind with someone so evil (in my imagination this evil looks like a pointed tale, big devil horns and winner-winner chicken dinner feeling for her deep fired daughter). Anyway I cherish my nana a lot, I spend almost half of my life with her and she was always like a safe place in my worse. It was never about the place or the time I meet her I was always about the vibe, she always feels right even when the world feels wrong, so my rest of the afternoon spend in pampering I need. After a nap, my youth yelled at me to have some fun, so I made coupe of calls and got nauseated by the bitterness of the situation, I was the only person who was tenantless on a Tuesday night! So I decide to put an end to this charade and go home, but guess what after three cancelled cabs and one aggressive U turn, I crashed at my nana for the night and it feels like a desert after a hateful breakfast, a fearful brunch, a pampered lunch, a bitter dunch, and an aggressive dinner I had the sweetest desert.
Well you all were thinking that desert is the place and the comfort of my nana (not a percent less than heaven) but it was not, it was my weird faith. That even after a long day of destructive disappointment, I was not feeling any less positive. As any other day at my place where I feel like a crapbag (friends pun), the vibe was more like a new life, like it was not my life that I feel depressed about it was the place and the people I live with. My ticket to hell is confirmed after this but sometimes out environment makes us more disappointing that we really are! And that my friend is the best time to think about your life decisions. And here I am sharing my life experience with you!
Every day is a story, every story is a life lesson, and it depends on how we see it and from where we are looking at it. That was my new realm of introspection a sip of my disasters in pride!
The definition of the word is complex, some associate it with pain and some with the ability to deal with it, but how we know that our solution is the one! We never know, but of course astrologers have a different opinion about it. When I look at anyone’s life right now, the narration starts with complexity but always ends with being simple. It unfolds with how spiralling life is and how it spins your world upside down, but always ends with “I want nothing but a simple life” you can relate to it!
I wonder how we become so complex in our life that everything feels like a conspiracy, happiness feels like the treat before oblation, pain is a norm, life is just a perplex of the world. Human emotions are known to be a paradox, we never know how to resolve it!
Terms like help (fancy word consultation) is a trend, always comes with a price. Psychologist and philosophers have endless hypothesis about human’s life, how it functions on the basis of culture, though process, era, social issues, and every impression person can imagine. So how can we solve the complexity of the life, how we can start to be smart!
Back to the headline who is smart! The question enlightens a new realm of life, “are we smart?” I say no, nobody is! Sorry hard truth, but even a person with good IQ is full of blunders. Misunderstand situations and regret it afterwards, who seeks help and feel guilty about it, or try to get my shit together but ends up painting my whole life with it! Rest I will leave it on your imagination, it’s a good exercise for healthy mind, makes it less shitty! But in terms of being sassy about real life scenario, I have a question for you do you feel smart about your decisions? Like the fact that you deal with your problems alone, or you decide to share it with a close one, maybe took a consultation, decide to read self-help, or run away on a trip to dial down the crazy in your life or maybe running towards the crazy to feel alive. As I told you help is just a trend, paraphrased by each generation.
In my opinion, the process beings with why? Why you are alive, for something, someone, or the climax is yet to come. If yes here is the next step why you need to ask this question to you? What is so complex in your life that you need to question your existence! Well here you go you have found out all the basic roots of your complexity. Now how to resolve it, most of the people think it’s hard but it’s not, it can be way easy, if u just keep exploring (as dory said keep swimming!). It’s a clear build path with obstacle, and even if it not you know it’s easy to build new then repair old, peaceful right!
In the end, it’s an unresolved paradox, life, its elements, help, being smart, we can never see what’s coming so just start with an easy-peasy approach, and it will end soon!
Why the sky is so up high .. The question come in my mind … When I look up anytime … I feel trapped in the sunshine…. Like the clouds just wanna cry… And then I feel a silent breeze pass by… Telling me everything will be alright…
Each droplet has its own life… Finding its place in the ocean .. Full of bluffs and lies… Just wanted to leave the body… And vaporizer up in the sky high…
Where your soul is free to fall … Into the heavenly arms of lord…. Feels like you don’t wanna live anymore… Like it dry out your throat… You can’t see the future anymore… The brain and heart don’t wanna talk anymore…
You feel all alone… That’s how you feel… When you are lost… When the pain of love rush through…
Even the sky looks down… And wanted to be with you… To be with the land, he lives for … Their love is like parallel lines… Walks till eternity, but never cross ties …
That’s how a daughter feels for the father up high…. And the father feels for the daughter on the land…