Lessons of Life (LOL)

24th December 2015 The day felt like any other. I woke up late and dad was busy doing chores for the house. He and I had to go to Mussoorie that day. Nothing was packed. Nothing prepared. In the evening, we had to search the ISBT of Delhi, to catch an AC coach at 9:30. It would take us on an overnight journey and we would reach Mussoorie at 4 in the morning. We were out in the famous markets of Delhi 2 hours before our departure time. And, when we came back home from the markets, we drank our tea being very relaxed. However, as soon as dad took the last sip from his cup, he started all freaking out about the fact that we still had not packed yet. And, so, we did. He scolded me a lot of times in the process for petite issues because he was freaking out. I had been worried the whole day, but was relaxed at this time. However, soon toothbrushes, body warmers, winter creams and everything needed was tossed into 2 tourist bags and one small holdall. And, we were on our way to metr

Hey, 6 months elder me! Each month is a struggle and an adventure. Things turn worse as I haven't had much 'lessons' passed down to me by my mumma and daddy, but that helps me to view things with a fresh mind, not the cliched mindset. I expect you to be a few things for me. You should be more mature now. Patience, time management, activeness, self control and acceptance are the need of the hour for me. I hope you are more of these than I am because if you are, I am proud of you <3 AND HEY, Just 6 more months to go for your farewell! You SHOULD study! I hope you are! PLEASE DO for dad <3 PLEASE for me! Don't lose hope! I am not even writing much these days, I don't know if you are, but if you are not, it's okay. Your whole life is pending. Don't bully yourself because you are bullying the elder me int hat case and you have no right to do that! I <3 you. My religion rules me. Still, things don't seem to make sense to me, I hope yo

The same hand movements, same complaints, the forgetfulness and exhaustion. It was the time to practice our sports drill, which I would be doing standing very close to the audience on the final day. No denying that was all the more reason to try to do it better, but I have two left legs! Dance and I were like the broken couple who once had a teenage dream but grew up to realise we weren't meant for one another. Glad enough as I was to find that all my classmates were irritated with it too. Though, I wont deny that it was a very rejuvenating break in an all-girls' school, from the regular subject classes with teachers, toxic for my mind and students who considered themselves to be either Mark Zuckerberg or the most front forward donator to the school. Okay, I admit, I am generalising but the rare one who didnt fall into any of those categories ended up showing the traits of Hitler, which made it no better. You just couldn't have laughed or even smiled without being tol

BACKDROP - Ganga (Ganges) is Parvati's (Shiva's wife) sister. She is the personification of the water body in India which still exists. In the Hindu allegory,it is said that when Bhagirath (Forefather of Shri Ram, i.e, a God in Hinduism) did Tapasya (prayer) for Ganga to come on the Earth, since his all forefathers needed Ganga to get Mukti (Liberation) after their death. At that time Ganga said she couldn't come to the Earth, because Earth can't hold the force of Ganga, when she falls from the heavens and that the Earth will be destroyed. Then, Bhagirath prayed to Lord Shiva for a solution. All the Gods and Goddesses came to the conclusion that Lord Shiva will hold Ganga in his hair when she falls, so that Earth is able to bear her weight. Ganga agreed for the same and said that since, she is going to touch Shiva, he will have to marry her. So, he did the same.  This was in middle of Satya yuga and Treta yuga.  The poem that you are about to read below is written

This person. He sat in front of me, looking straight into my eyes. He was trying to 'fix' me. Though we both were trying to make me emotionally stable, but in the process, we both had ended up being very close friends. He knew exactly why I acted in a certain manner, and wouldn't even be mad at me for misbehaving. "You are not this body, this mind or your thoughts." he said. I didn't meet his eyes. I just stared at the floor. I didn't want to hear his words. Truth does set one free, but before that it makes one uneasy. "You are God. You are one with him. Please, realise that." He said, still looking directly into my eyes hoping to see them. "If everything is so right, straight and in place, why am I unhappy? Why am I not able to stay happy!?" i interrogated "Who said the goal is to stay happy?" He questioned back. I looked up into his eyes, as he got the glace he was seeking. "What do you mean?" I asked.

That silent evening, The only voice that could be heard, Was of the swift drizzle, And the only light, Was that of the lamppost. And, in that glow, Glistened the soft water drops, The most prominent, With the message of relief, For the thirty and exhausted. The fireflies hovered, Around the 'enlightened' lamppost, Expecting their souls, To be left glimmering, By their rain- giving 'God'. Not knowing that, Their lost light was in them, And their 'God', Couldn't give them His. 'He' was just corporeal. But their 'God', Was like the purest drop of moonlight, Concentrating on them, And fading away, All others into infinite darkness Under the beam, Was their sole existing Universe, Being watched over, Nothing else was seen, So, didn't exist except the 'Universe' What a relief! Their Almighty gave them the rain, They worshiped Him, For the benefits and the gain. Till the shower stopped pou

Hey folks!  I'm a vegetarian and I don't judge meat eaters. But recently, I've been seeing some arguments and jokes put  forward by meat eaters to justify eating meat and also to ridicule vegetarianism. So I thought I'd put out the  reasons why most of the vegans (or at least I) don't eat meat.  1. Because its not your primary food! If you research this topic, you'll find tons of articles against and also, in favour of it.  Some say we're naturally carnivores, some say we're naturally herbivores and most of them say we're  omnivores. All bull crap in the first order.  So what is the truth? What is our natural food?  To find this out, you don't have to listen to those nutritionists, scientists & doctors. You don't need to cut  open a torso and measure the human intestine length or measure your teeth sizes. All you need is some  COMMON SENSE. Here's an analogy : Say you have a plate of raw meat, another one of raw 

One rainy Sunday morning, I asked my soul, What had I become? As my innocence she stole! I threw the same question, Again, at her, But she remained scared, Of our encounter. So, I pulled her out, Straight, out of me, Screaming, and questioning, Her accountability. "I was a princess once, You've changed, and so have I! Oh transient one! It's the time to say Goodbye!" "Like, the first drop of drizzle, After a heat stroke, Neutral and comforting, For the rich and the broke." "Like the song of a bird, To an abandoned man, The glimmer in his eyes, Despite away from his clan." "Like, the feather on a river, Lifted, softly I was a princess once, That's what they called me!" "Oh! I still reminisce, When you took that way! I had to buckle under it, And, now that's where I stay!" "Like, showers of fire in the Heavens, Like, a tiger pacing powerfully, At a new born deer, A witch,

I bent down on my knees, looking at the one before me, so lovestruck! I, being a girl, wasn't supposed to be doing this. I should have been the one experiencing having this being done to me. But he was worth it! Lost in the elegance of the man in front of me, I raised up my palm. "Marry me?" Though, it wasn't the first time I was asking him this. He faceplamed. And, nothing ever could have been more mesmerizing than that gesture. My eyes turned heart shaped, and my jaw dropped like a lost desert resident's who finally had found her oasis! I took deep breaths or I would have fainted of so much love! He didn't answer me but stood there shaking his head. Suddenly, I heard someone approaching towards us. I sneak peaked a bit behind his huge muscular body to find out, it was his wife! It was too late for me to get up, and to pretend like nothing had happened. She abruptly, came into sight and ran her eyes at both of us, observing yet q

(Hey LOLers!  This poem is written by my English teacher whom I always look up to..... What better blend then my IDEAL WRITING about my LOVE? ^__________^ ) Dance a dance O Mighty One Let it be one paralleled by none Gazing at the distant skies, my hopeful eyes, Wait to see thy tantalising twirls; thy unique and unrivalled style  Spin oh spin; dance; O dare We’ve heard you dance without a care. In my dreams I did hear once, The thunderous tapping of thy feet I tremble… quiver at the very memory  Yet revere thee and thy  Long and matted, knotted tresses,  The snake swirling around thy neck And even more thy awe- inspiring, the Third… majestic gaze. Dance your dance… Divine One They say, you’d dance and all will bloom We’ll see a new beginning; a new moon I wait for the turn of events, ever so patiently What’s the delay O Heavenly? Churn this earthly, worldly grudge And restore the eternal balance of life for once I wait

He is life. I love Him. I'm Destroyed. And, find, only destruction my way ahead. I'm not Destroyed because He doesn't love me back. I'm Destroyed because He does. My Shiva, The Destroyer. He, my Lord, destroys for the Greater Good, He'll destroy if He loves you, they say. And I, The Ego, so worldly, let myself be Destroyed. He wasn't destroying me. He was destroying for me. I destroyed myself. I'm not powerful enough to save myself. I'm just weak enough to destroy myself. Each time The Destroyer destroys for me The Ego will destroy me. There is no way out, no safe way out. I can't be rescued from myself. I'll be hurt, I'll be Destroyed. My love for The Destroyer is Eternal. What better, Than The Destroyer and The Destroyed put together? I'm Destroyed, But, I'm His. And, that hurts, But, that's exactly what I want to be. His.

He wanted to be mature, Without hair above his lips, He could do it, He was sure, Before the time slips. Catching a fish from a pond, Showed the honorable sign of maturity, And improved his daddy’s bond, With him, he had the surety.  Abhorring to be caught by the chin, Detesting being called a baby, He wanted to grow up like his kin, Fully fledged he wanted to be. Looking at the glistening water, With his sparkling eyes he sat, With a whole lot of matter, And a fishing rode on the mat. Glancing upon his aim, With wasn’t really visible though, He wanted a fish to claim, His maturity he wanted to show. He thought of the priceless moment, When he would brag of his victory, He won’t render a hint, Of the catch’s mystery.  Brooding over the liberation, From being a kiddo, he tried, To catch a fish for commemoration, And put it in the water bucket before it died. He daydreamt too much With his hands in that of hi

Their roads crossed. A definite time, measurable journey and limited aid. Pre-planned incidents, and unseekable strength. But, their roads crossed. Tied to strings, to the hands of Him, puppets they were. They met because He intended them to. A definite time, measurable journey and limited aid. Yet, they met, to yield something greater. Out in the heat, tired and exhausted. Walking their paths, with their own motives. Struggling through it, until the glimpse of a shade. A definite time, measurable journey and limited aid. An old tree with each leaf so defined, Exhibiting it's power to render a cool shade. And, hadn't they walked bravely enough, To rest under it and converse to get closer? "I want to gather the power to complete the journey" Her aim was well defined like the leaves, His was like the waters in the roots, "I want to go up, to my maker."

I saw others on the branch too, they were there to fly, I was there to learn, to practice and try. They all have 2 wings, I didn't have the other, I resisted for a while, but, then, I recalled mother. All I wanted to convey, was that I was wholesome, It was no misery, no laughter stock, And, the time had come! I stumbled, I admit, I tried and I failed, Yet with mom as my other wing, Strong I was hailed! Again and again, I did try, I fell, I got up, Trying to touch the sky! Seeing others on their own, I did back down, Only to come back again, with more motivation and less of a frown. Stumbling, falling, getting up, went on for years, Till one day I could fly Leaving behind all my fears. I flew silently, But it was a loud gesture, No one spoke that day, covered in silence's vesture Yet everyone heard, What no one spoke It was in the air beneath my wings, And it's effortless strokes. I was independent, That's what they hea