Facets

So a few days back, a friend of mine wrote a blog post, "FACETS"
This young lady writes ridiculously awesome stuff, and well I just attempted to infer and bring out the other side in my own way.
Facets, the guy's side-
I was wrong, and I shouldn’t have done that.

Alcohol gets me, I shouldn’t have had as much as I actually did. I don’t even remember what really happened, I just wish I could change it, Amy has given me a lot more than I could ask for, I feel so guilty for not being as good a husband as she has been a wife.

Last night I decided to tell her.

I thought of a million ways, what would hurt her the least, all in vain, made my wound of guilt deeper, I am no more the man I promised her to be. I didn’t realize I had been flipping channels all the time this was going in my head. I decided to tell her, I called her, I guess I called her more than once, I reckon, I wasn’t sure if I really called her or it was in my head. She was doing the dishes, the dinner was so lifeless tonight, I spoke nothing, fearing the unspoken would come out, and she spoke nothing, only her eyes spoke a lot. I bawled her name out, and the other second she was right there, she moved out hastily to be there when I called. It multiplied my contriteness and also my fear, all my love for her revived, I wanted to die that very moment, she doesn’t deserve me, I wanted it all back, like the very night I proposed marriage to her. In that urge to pull things from the past I chose to kiss, like our first, just desperately trying to recreate that moment and set everything right, I know she loves me, I could tell that by the way she touched, and it was pure, as always.

I could feel her, like I just knew no matter what she’ll always be there, period.

My pain unleashed, in tears though but I felt light at heart. I hadn’t yet told her but I chose not to, not tonight, I felt so safe yet so weak with her.I wanted things to quieten, and asked my love to put me to sleep, and she did.

Once again I had been selfish, I slept off heedless of the turmoil I may have left her with.

This Day That Year

It’s impossible to hold on to something, no matter how bad you want to.

Since last 2 years, I too have been trying to get back what I had, what I thought I did. But even after all those efforts, all you get is some disappointment, some awkward loser like feeling, and some lewd comments.

Thanks to "anniversaries" that are constant reminders of that very special day, which now generates intolerable ache because this year this day it’s showing how miserable you have become or how dramatically things have change.

This day, that year things were different, but again, it’s okay, its okay because its almost like a process, if things suck today, they have to get better tomorrow because when you are at your worst there is only space for betterment.

On the brighter side it teaches you that every living piece on this Earth has their time, the time where they shine, start believing in vanity and get used to being pleased. And then again, everyone has that time, where you need to question, again and again, what went wrong, where did you slip, how did it start. But things are temporary, today you must be working for people who once served you. That probably must have scarred you inside, n kill the will to just BE.

Probably the place was new where every one had to start together but you refused to come back down at the runway for a fresh flight, maybe you flew too high where no one could see you, and you lost your way and fell hard. But its okay, once learnt the skill, no falcon forgets how to fly. Recollect those broken wings, let some blood flow, have a solitary walk by the beach, don’t anymore think of what happened, stop analyzing, stop regretting, just prepare for redemption. Smile! :)

And those who think you are a ‘lost in thoughts dummy psycho’ kinda guy tell them, “You don’t know me bitch and don’t give me that snarky grin, mind your stuff or now watch as I fly!”

Stereotypes and Other Crap

Let us first put a light on ‘STEREOTYPING’

It’s when someone says “ye log toh aise hi hote hai”

How often do we stereotype?

How much do we rely on these 'never should have existed' notions to judge people and conclude facts?

It’s ridiculously unfair and demeaning to slot people as a 'kind' just because they have something in common. Its disrespectful because that way one’s uniqueness as a human is not heeded and all doors to further explore a person and celebrate their individuality are rotted by those sticky notes [typical notion reminders] we hang on to every time.

 

I, for one, realized that most of us are already pros at judging people with our scarce knowledge about their 'type'.

 But what is a 'type' here? Well that has a huge range. It includes castes, place one belongs to or puts up, gender, orientation, body type and everything you can think of, that makes the one typecasting a racistically narrow minded piece of living meat who is so obvious about the world.

Lets hold it, not all men are dogs, not all fancy dressing girls are bitches, not every fat person is fat because they hog like a panda [even if they do, I am sure no one is stealing from your plate], not every person who frequently likes your ‘status’ posts on FB has a crush on you! Being a bitch is open to the whole human race, any one is open to be anything they please. BTW what do people mean when they say men are dogs? Dogs (the canine breed) are faithful, selfless and loving and always chasing bitches and..oh okay well!

So yeah, there is this fine line between stereotyping and being judgmental. You could use the signs you take note of to judge a person but just don't typecast anyone. You could think the topper of your class who wears huge glasses is a nerd, but it’s baseless when you start believing every person with huge glasses is a nerd.

Moreover such stereotypes make people be/do/not be/not do something, so that people assume them to be the thing that comes with it, like a man wouldn’t cry because its not how men are, a blonde dies her hair black because she doesn’t want people to think she’s dumb, or a guy gets piercing, tattoos and a leather jacket so people think he’s a badass!

 Not every iPhone user feels stupid of their decisions. Not every BB user is a professional, actually I know nobody who has a BB and a job too..!?!

Okay just kidding.

Long story short, ‘YE’ category ke saare log ek jaise nahi hote.

7 Important Guidelines For First Year College Students.

Okay wrote this two years back, now I said to myself... what was I thinking?! but here goes.

DISCLAIMER: The points below are just suggestions and not rules, abiding by them is completely your choice.
I AM SURE SOME OF MY COLLEGE PALS MAY FEEL I DID THINGS COMPLETELY CONTRASTING TO THE POINTS MENTIONED BELOW AS A FRESHER, AND I TOTALLY AGREE with WHAT YOU FEEL. BUT THEY DON'T SAY 'EXPERIENCE TEACHES YOU EVERYTHING' FOR NOTHING :)

Out Of Your Cocoon?? Get Ready!!!

CONGRATULATIONS! Recently graduated grade 12 students, I know it doesn’t seem something worth congratulating, it is hard, but I am sure you’ll move on, you have to!

Graduation Ceremony is one of the best days for any student, a sublime event where pass outs are honored.
Deciding what to do in future ain’t an easy decision, I am not going to tell you to listen to your heart or do what you like and are good at, we’ve all watched 3Idiots, right?
Here are certain points that can help you to not ruin your initial days at college, believe me; a new start is not easy at all!

1. IT IS GOOD TO BE PROUD OF YOUR ACHIEVEMENTS IN SCHOOL, BUT YOU ARE JUST A ‘FIRST YEAR STUDENT’ THERE.
A common trait noticed amongst the fledgling graduates is that they can’t get over their school life. It can be a disaster, take it straight, the chances of anyone knowing most of your past is as less as amount of rhodium available to us [its very low], and if your college is not in our city, divide the chances by a million. The point is, do not expect your batch mates or your seniors to consider you as a royalty. Take it positively, be normal, behave casual and let people rediscover you.

2. DON’T BE IN A RUSH TO JOIN A GROUP, IT TAKES TIME.
You don’t get to be best friends with someone in a day, it is a long process. So be nice to all and try to know at least a bit about all of your classmates. No graduation course is too short to give you no time bond well with anyone. BTW, once your have a group, don’t delete the rest from your life, after all, NETWORKING IS VERY IMPORTANT.

3. YOU HAVE A TALENT?? FLAUNT IT.
Every college has an orientation program, in lay man’s words, a chat session where juniors are asked to introduce themselves. Now this is the right time to regain your popularity, [point 1 :P], and it is completely ‘OKAY’ to prepare something. Sing, dance, do whatever you are good at. If you are real good, you are the highlight of the show.

4. SINCE IT IS A COLLEGE, YOUR APPEARANCE DOES MATTER.

 I am not talking about your face, but just the way you carry yourself. People do judge you by the way you dress, we all do. Don’t overdo
, don’t under do.
Just try to keep it smart, clean and if you are a little monster [Lady Gaga fan], this is not the right time to show it.

5. BE YOURSELF, DO NOT PRETEND.
Are you planning to impress everyone by serving yourself as an ultra cool brat? Or someone with a (phony) British accent? Please, do not do it. Because at first place, people may fall for it, but in the long run, when you become old and well…normal, the scene is going to be so not good!
Since no one can pretend forever, it is better to be yourself, so that you don’t have to remember to act as someone else all the time.

6. BODY LANGUAGE and NO SCHOOL CRY
If you were embarrassed of some of your silly habits, get over them. Act mature when expected, don’t overact, don’t rate things and the worst don’t cry out the fact that you are missing school. TRINNNN! There are hundreds of students out there who have been through all that you did right? Don’t tell people you hate this change, I bet, things would gradually seem good. Smile :)

7. DON’T TAKE COLLEGE AS A START OF LIFE, IT IS JUST A PART OF LIFE
Remember, comparing school and college is nearly ILLEGAL. Things are very different in college, you are never served, and no one is bothered about you unless you make a move and take interest in things. You have to help yourself. College is just a part of life, your last 17 years are not gone forever, they are always there as memories and always will be.

Be positive, make people feel comfortable, try to, and let them feel the energy in you.
You are no less, be confident, you are ‘one of a kind’, never feel low and never make others feel lower. Being nervous is normal; just don’t let it eat you. LIFE IS NOT ABOUT SCHOOL OR COLLEGE OR FRIENDS, IT IS MUCH DEEPER.

PS: This is purely NOT a work of fiction, also, an indispensable prerequisite to be benefited of the points above is that YOU AT FIRST PLACE MUST BE HAPPY TO ENTER THE COLLEGE YOU JUST GOT ADMITTED IN. IF NOT, GET YOURSELF MORE OPTIONS!!

ALL THE BEST!!! kill it \m/
A Remark Will Be Highly Appreciated :)

A Year Without Rain

How bad can you let something suck you up? Did I use the words ‘CAN’ and ‘LET’? Yeah!
I do believe that as a creature whose fancies are boundless, each one of us has the ability to get over anything, of course if we choose to. With all due respect to what people go through [and I am sure it’s too novice of me to talk that way] one shall understand that every sad phase ends, that’s why we call it a phase.

Sometime back somebody I know was enmeshed in the cobweb of life. Let’s name that person ‘Kite’. For a while, Kite started to believe that it was the end, that they [just if you didn't know, 'they' and 'their' can also be used as singular pronouns when you don't want to emphasize on the gender, so 'them' and 'their' refers to Kite here :)] should just serve their duty, that desires and dreams of self are not big enough to be chased over what you are expected to do, for them life seemed like a huge mystery with a bundle of shades that meant nothing, with numerous turns that went no where, vibrant fantasies but just for a distant gaze and gradually, they accepted that things were summing up into a box, that made their life a paradox.

When Kite opened up, I questioned my worth because I couldn’t figure how to help, I really wanted to, but I also didn’t bypass the fact that 'I now knew' and felt the bliss and the responsibility of understanding that Kite believed in me.

What Kite was going through wasn’t comparable, it never is. But was there a way out? Is there a way out every time?  I personally believe yes, there is.

It’s because when you take a moment and look around, you’ll see each one of us is fighting something, mostly themselves, and all humans irrespective of where they come from have something that holds them back that they want to unleash, and fly. Now when you look at yourself, trying to recollect all reasons you should be upset for, you wouldn’t be willing to pet them for long.

We are all made to board the same train, just the timing under the tunnel varies, you could either feel lonely in the dark waiting for some light or take your time, get advantage and make changes while no one is watching. 

Take your time Kite, it’s been a year without rain, but I am there and always will be.