Embracing your wounds makes you a fighter.

Stay Strong is a mantra we preach.
Staying strong is a lifestyle we want to blend in to. No matter where you are standing in your life; at the bottom of the ladder or at the top, you’ll always talk about how your resilience to stay strong no matter what the situation is keeps you going.
What if I don’t believe in your mantra because I’ve been questioning the very reasoning behind it. What if we have stayed strong for so long, bottling up our emotions, not breaking down, not being vulnerable that our faith, our sensitivity to feel things have been affected.

What if Staying strong truly means being vulnerable, being able to accept that you’ve lost, that you’re hurt, that you’ve not accomplished what you’re looking for and it’s alright to be pulled down and it’s alright to mourn, to be pitiful, to be angry, to scream and cry. It’s alright to feel that you’re lost and you’re in pain.
It’s completely fine, because when you come in touch with your vulnerabilities you heal. When you know there’s an emotion to address and you do address it, you heal.
Healing starts when you open up to your weaknesses, when instead of putting on a strong exterior you look in to your very interiors; for there is no greater strength for being able to feel and then heal.

So next time whenever we see someone venting out their emotions, their vulnerabilities do not call them out by names like p*ssies, whiny kids or whatsoever urban dictionary slang we use.

Let’s embrace them and tell them how they’re on their path to heal and get strong.
For being strong is being vulnerable, accepting and confronting your emotions and still choosing to walk down the path you put your heart in.

For you is kind, you is strong and you is important .

When life meets agony !!

Mera wajood kya hai?
Mein hoon bhi ya nahin ?
Yeh dard mere aabroo hai,
hai saaz bhi awaaz bhi||
Mere hone na hone par hai aitbaar nahin,
is gham ki ruswaaye mein jee rahein hoon,
Khud par mujhe qaraar nahin,
Ab iss aabroo mein jee rahein hoon ||
Dard ko dawa samajh kar pee rahe hoon
Hai dard mere raqeeb, hai dard mera peer bhi
Tu kya puchta hai mein kaun hoon
Mein hoon bhi ya nahin?

Why Drug Addiction is the problem we should be addressing !!

We live in an era where world is moving fast and technology gripping it’s way on to the human civilisation. We’ve seen issues arising due to various haphazards of steadily moving pace of the changing dynamics in the world. We see a deteriorating environment, a stagnant life style and our youth turning towards the deadliest of deadly ways to escape from reality due to various reasons.

The girl who’s always the happiest and bubbly with the biggest social circle friends has started sitting alone and stopped hanging out with her friends.

The boy, everyone is crazy about in high school for his expensive rides and extravagant parties has shaky hands and slurred speech everyday he wakes up.

The jock who used to be the star player of the school basketball team have been missing five previous practice sessions.

The girl who has been topping in all the semesters have suddenly dropped grades and on the verge of failing in Maths.

Do we see a common pattern in the above instances; they’re kids, teenagers leading a simple life, seemingly less complicated but we see a behaviour pattern that is rather baffling as it’s absurd on their part.

I’m not trying to draw conclusions, but coming from where I come and experiencing what I’ve experienced.

Drug Addiction is a disease that can affect the happiest of all, looking for a euphoria to have a good time to someone trying to fit in their peer group no matter what, to someone whose baggage is filled with grievances and pain.
No reason is valid but none is invalid.
Kids in their teenage try our drugs sometimes, for all the reasons and that take them in a loop and breaking out from that pattern is really hard.

I’m not here as a solution provider, if I had the solution I would’ve changed the dynamics of the situation of this world, in a smaller part or larger.
I’m here to talk about the compassion, the love these broken beautiful individuals need to cope up, instead of shutting them off your lives, let them in, help them. If you see any absurd change in their behaviours, talk to them, try to know the problem before the problem becomes the reason for them to escape the world in the worst way possible.
Share their happiness, share their griefs. Be the friend, the parent, the guardian that the situation demands. Be soft in their most vulnerable moment, be tough in their most awake moment.
Awareness is the key to help. Don’t be embarrassed that your kid or peer is a drug addict, please help embracing them by getting rid of the stigma attached to them.

While world is moving ahead and our youth deteriorating, let’s come together. Share the love and humility for our children, for our siblings, for our friends, for any and everyone cuz their lives matter.

How I met my High school sweetheart Part 3 !!

So I’ve been planning to jot the third part for the loongest of while and here it is; for anyone reading it for the very first time and clueless about the turning of events please, read the first two parts by just scrolling down my recent blog posts.

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She was shattered with the petite girl’s revelation, her insecurities intensified all of a sudden, she wasn’t confident in her over weight body, she never felt beautiful. She has never been adorned by a man and here it was a race, a race where the trophy was the “supposed” love of her life. For a moment, she gave up on the idea of her perfect love story; but as they say, you don’t give up on your love and here her prince just crossed paths with her on the corridor and she rubbed off the feeling of giving up on her “BIGGEST CRUSH EVER” and fighting it out with the petite girl.
She slept with an empty stomach that night, as her belly was filled with butterflies and anxieties about where fate will take her.

The girls got up the next morning for their trip to the outskirts of Nainital. They boarded in to the bus for visiting a temple located in a beautiful green valley. That day the princess of our story made an effort, she tried to look beautiful in whatsoever juvenile way she felt she could, and alas she got complimented by her roomies too.

*At least our home girl was stepping up her game*

Here she is in the bus, rushing to reach for the seat near her prince’s and the first thing she sees is the petite girl seated opposite to her prince, kind of anxious and furious she finds the seat in front of her prince; stealing glances with the little space between the two armchairs, she beamed with happiness; while on the other end the petite girl was making an effort to initiate a conversation, but our princess wanted to just look at her prince with all the love in her heart. She was jittery with all the feelings she was experiencing for the very first time in her life, and then something happens, something that changes everything forever.
^^^

Her foot touches our prince’s foot, an innocent mistake that happens but wait she’s going in for it, she’s not stepping down, her foot is fixed where it was and in her head she’s hoping, she feels that touch once again, just one time; a signal that he’s craving for her as much as she is.

After minutes of waiting for the sign, she feels a foot touching hers, it was kind of a soft rub (but well, you feel only this much thru the touch of two rough shoes).
The moment stands still there but our princess hurriedly moves away her foot. She’s nervous, the excited nervous but she’s so happy in her own little world, thinking that the Prince is falling for her too.

But is this true ?

Was that moment a feet feeling moment, or a moment where two hearts felt the very same things.

I guess we will find out soon.❤️

Like a Phoenix I will rise

I once saw an ant trying to climb up the wall with it’s small tender steps, putting in every effort to reach the top of the wall. It trembled and fell back to the ground many a times, recollecting all its vigour to do the chore with much more dedication. This routine continued for hours and hours but she didn’t give up to the hurdles that were in her path, with every fall; with every chance at not sustaining the long journey, she came back much stronger and after long tiresome hours she did it.

We as humans, fall; we fall over and over again, reaching a point where we feel exhausted and give up. Why do we give up on something that’s literally like the oxygen we need to survive, why do we give up on something that gives a purpose to our life and most importantly, why do we give up on life.

We will fall, we will hurt ourselves and people around us, we will fail ourselves but like the ant; we will start from zero and reach up to our destination.

I’m Blair Waldorf

Hello WordPress world!! I have been away for the longest leap from writing and nothing feels as satisfying as returning to my safe haven. There’s no orgasm better than the one you attain from writing, pouring your heart out.

Today I’m feeling a sense of muse, perplexed with the various characters of TV history I have admired over the years; there being one character we all low-key love and feel associated with her attributes real too soon; as much as I hate to admit, how much she reflects on me, I want to say it out loud for the world to hear, how resolute I feel to Blair Waldorf. The Queen B !! No, I’m not stating the surface we all have seen and witnessed from the surface of the Upper East side but the B you might have missed out in seeing from a much deeper insight.
Blair for me has been a symbol of a girl with ambition, a zeal to prove herself to her mother and the world, an unsettling attitude, she strives to achieve the best and nothing stands in her way; yes I do not advocate the way she runs her errands and swiftly manipulates things in her favour but her ambition to attain near perfection awastrucks me every-time I watch Gossip Girl. She’s a wild girl smitten in a good girl aura like many of us crazy wild rebellious goddesses, so as to fit in the societal norms for how a woman should conduct herself. She’s vulnerable like you and me, she’s afraid of loving too much, getting hurt and being left alone like any of us but the strength to not stop at a setback is what makes me reflect her upon myself. We all have seen and cherished and hated her in GG but there’s so much of her in all the women out there. We make mistakes, we regret them but we know how to get up when we fall down. She married the wrong guy, she didn’t get in to Yale but she retaliated in a much stronger character and discipline like we all should.
I’ve been asked so many times, why I’m drawn to the fictional drama,
For the simplest reason of how much you relate to a character and their strong zeal upon making you a better version of not themselves but you.

She’s my sugary savoury that I hate to admit I love but today I pronounce Blair Waldorf as the woman we all are and we all should be.

And yes not forgetting her amazing sense of fashion, interiors and Tiffany’s.

How I met my High School Sweetheart Part 2 !!

Continued

Part 2

We finally reached our destination and my heart was lost somewhere in the way. Everyone rushed out of the bus, unloaded their luggage and started walking towards the little cottage like hotel. We climbed the stairs and reached our room. The cute popular boy who stole her heart coincidentally got the room adjacent to her. She couldn’t contain her excitement and started smiling with the utmost curve her lips could make.
“Okay, don’t make it so obvious”, she calmed herself. The boy, still unaware about this hormonal reactions occurring in the body of girl next door was having a great time with his buddies. The walls were thin, in the respect that his voice resonated thru the walls and reached her ears, it was music to her ears; she felt like Bryan Adams is singing Summer of ’69 to her but hey it was her first real hardcore crush talking to his friend. After a looong journey of 24 hours, with everyone tired and ogling to their beds, she was beaming with happiness and restless with the anxiety caused by the feelings emerging in her heart. A fourteen year old girl clueless about what love is, feeling it in the truest sense.
She shook off her head and decided to sleep and start a fresh the next day.

Day 2
It was a beautiful morning, the sun rose beautifully. It was a perfect place to fall in love too, a mountain valley surrounded by lakes and natural spheres; a honeymoon destination of Indians; it was a dream come true but the only problem was, the prince was unaware about the princess waiting for him at the shore.
She shared the room with three other girls; these girls were thirteen year old chic, a lot more physically attractive and mature in sense of knowing and resonating their feelings.
The girls got ready to begin their day of adventures and the cute doting girl wanted an adventure of her own; while the other three girls put on their pretty dresses on; the princess of our story put on her pants and top paired with sneakers and her curly hair put up in a ponytail; well not every princess wears a gown and tiara.
While on the other side of the wall, the boys and the prince were putting their best foot forward and looking every bit of breathtaking handsome.
She knew about the appeal he carried and the personality he dotted; she was insecure about herself, about the way she looked and felt she’s unworthy of him but the heart thinks beyond the insecurity and she couldn’t stop her heart from feeling all the things, it has started feeling.

The group went on trekking on the beautiful landscape, marked by terrace farming and peculiar vegetation. She paced herself to trek closer to him and even though he was unaware about her existence( or maybe she felt he was unaware) she still wanted to look at him instead of the scenic beauty that was right in front of her. After the trek was over, it was almost dawn; the group returned to the city area to head back to their hotel, for her it was the perfect day; her hero was right there and there was no place else she’d rather be.

Around 8pm, everyone headed for the dinner, she had made few friends among the thirteen year olds and one of the girls she shared close proximity and friendship with told her a secret. (FYI this girl was the one she bonded the most with.)
The secret unveiled in a group of ten girls but it hit her heart with all the pulsating pain she could feel. The petite girl friend our princess made was falling for our prince as well and the petite girl was sure that the prince was giving her the signals that something was being felt from his end as well.
As much as our princess acted happy and awed by it, deep down she was hurt. Her insecurities returned and she felt like the side chick in the love of her prince and the petite girl.

What will happen next ?
Will the prince find his way back to our princess or will he be lost forever ?

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