Judgmental Eyes

Judgmental Eyes


Her little hands held the paint brush in the most admirable attire and produced impeccable pieces of art on her carefully stretched canvas. She’d let her emotions flow and intricately designed all her sketches and paintings. Each piece of art encompassed in itself magic and beauty, the beauty that rendered one mesmerized and spellbound. She had kept all her creations in her closet. No one knew about them. Alas! No one ever got to know about them. No one ever could appreciate them, and one day all her creations got buried into the aisle of mortal and dust. They were merely paintings, she made out of sheer pleasure. What if no one could comprehend them? And so she kept them to herself and they eventually got buried.


She could whirl her waist like no one else. Move in the most graceful style from one end to the other. Bend her body, almost instantaneously, to whatever music could be playing. But she never got on the stage. She feared that she might not get the acceptance she deserved. The audience might not appreciate her or may leave the auditorium before she had finished her part.


Those pages were straight from the heart, adroitly embraced with metaphorical instances, and they painted an image in your head, which remained there for quite some time. All emotions and feelings, so dexterously, weaved on one single page. But she never went on the stage to read out them to the world. She got ‘butterflies in her stomach’, not out of excitement, but nervousness. She feared she might fumble or stammer and might be ridiculed at.


She gets into the best college. Her parents are proud of her. All set for her first day in college and yet she is very anxious. What is she going to wear? Should she get a hair cut for college? She is pretty comfortable with her physical appearance. But even still, she is anxious. She checks herself in the mirror every now and then because she is wary of scrutinizing eyes of her best friends, classmates, and acquaintances or may be potential crushes.


The world, probably, expects us to be someone we are not and thus the ghost of acceptance straddles our thoughts and we try to fuse in, we try to be someone we are not.



The year that was, 2014

Only today morning, a few of us were having this little chat and someone asked, what did each one of us feel about the New Year’s eve? While some said New Year’s eve is a day to celebrate and start off the new year cheerfully, some others said it is nothing more than just a routinely affair, comes up every other year. I, on the other hand, couldn’t assimilate my thoughts to provide an objective answer. New Year’s Eve, to me, is a day of both nostalgia and hope. Nostalgia of all the good and bad things that happened in the past 364/365 days and at the same time there are a lot of hopes. Hopes to make the new year better.

2014. Well! I would never be able to forget this particular year, partly because this year forms the greater half of my last year in college. If I were to recall the last 364 days of my life, I’d say there had been moments when it seemed like everything is just perfect and almost everything fell into the exact right place, effortlessly. But then there had been moments when even after all my hard work and dedication, I could only accomplish a whining smile from the ancient hostile friend- the failure.

Throughout the year, there had been people who created a negative aura around me by continuously and repeatedly hurting me, when I least expected it from them. (Expectations can, indeed, do a lot of damage.) And, in fact, I too had hurt a lot of people in this year. I had fought with people. And sometimes, even after all that, things again fell into the right place but then sometimes things remained shattered. Nevertheless, there had also been some amazing people in my life who were always there for me under all circumstances to back me up when I was weak and, well, enjoy with me when I was on my peak. 😛 In this year, I had also had the chance to connect with a lot of old friends from school, tuition, coaching etc. and chatting with them, after so long, had always been a heart-warming experience as we reminisced those good old times when life was too simple. Back then, it was so easy to not fiddle upon frivolous things, forget them and get back together.

I had also read lot of stuff in this year. Blogs. Novels. Short stories. There was this very short novel, “Who moved my Cheese?” and I absolutely loved it. It talks about four typical reactions to a change by two mice and two little people during their hunt for cheese. If you’re reading this, I suggest you to look out for the novel too. Apart from reading, I had also been writing a lot of stuff. Poems. Articles. Everything. I made one another blog and had been posting on it every single day, unfailingly, since the past 53 days.

I have done a lot of different or may be weird things in this year. (This post might be just one of them. :P) I have also met a lot of people in this year. And needless to say, I have also learnt a lot of things this year. A very wise friend of mine once told me, “The only objective of life is to be happy. You should be happy because you should be and not because you have to show it to people that you’re happy.” And well, that is what everything boils down to. Personal happiness and satisfaction. We must take charge of our happiness. Get rid of all the things that have the potential to make us, unnecessarily, sad. You, and only you, should be able to control your happiness and hence your life, because life is all about being happy.

All in all, it was a great year, the one I’d never forget. At the end, I would like to thank all the amazing people who were a part of my past 364 days. I look forward to keeping in touch with you, meeting many more amazing people in 2015 and making 2015 only happier.

I wish you all a very happy new year. May you have a great year and a wonderful time ahead. Cheers. !! 🙂

Paint Me The Sky

Paint me the sky
for I wish to fly high
Blue and perfect it shall be
With all the birds that’d be free

Dance with the wind
for I wish to flow with what’s not machined
Bending and fluttering all over the tranquil sea
One colourful and treasuring moment, it’d be

Teach me to sing
for I do have a word string
that I wish to share with the world so kind
For the sake of love and affection that I wish to find

Paint me the sunrise
for it shall be beautiful to see
Stillness that shall be soothing and serene
A perfect and picturesque scene it’d be

Sing me a slow song
I shall listen and might sing along
Nothing more shall I ask for, but just you for me
So that every morning, you may paint the sky for me


Quote of the day

“Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean and nasty place and it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain’t how hard you hit; it’s about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward. How much you can take, and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done. Now, if you know what you’re worth, then go out and get what you’re worth. But you gotta be willing to take the hit, and not pointing fingers saying you ain’t where you are because of him, or her, or anybody. Cowards do that and that ain’t you. You’re better than that!”

-Rocky Balboa

Feeling Alive

“I don’t believe people are looking for the meaning of life as much as they are looking for the experience of being alive.”

Joseph Campbell

Enjoying the sunFeeling Alive. It doesn’t entail you to be a part of the most ecstatic moments ever known to mankind. Rather it is about finding that ecstasy in the trivial things you happen to exercise every single day. It is about living those rapturous moments which might not be leading you to anywhere tomorrow, but are competent of creating an anticipated euphoric environment for you today.

Nonetheless, it is the general demeanor of the human race to be hesitant to do the things that make us happy. We prefer to invest time upon things which might lead us to somewhere tomorrow. Given this, we tend to be too busy in securing our future and eventually we end up being ignorant about the present. Rightfully did Albert Campus say, “Real generosity towards the future lies in giving all to the present. “ And yet we fail to be generous enough towards the present and invest our time upon the present too. We keep saving on for the future, but the future never comes. The future is a dream. Always. Our aspirations never end. And sadly, this isn’t how one could feel alive. We need to be able to live in the present to feel contented, to feel the happiness that surrounds us all the time and to feel alive.

This is the right time. Do all those things which bring happiness to you, things you are passionate about and love doing. Enjoy every single moment to the fullest. This time won’t come to you again. It is always good to secure your future, but it isn’t wise enough to do that in exchange for a remorse able present. Explore. Discover. Embrace yourselves with some unforgettable moments. Feel Alive. 🙂

And like all men say, “Live. Love. Laugh.