What I will do if I know am going to die tomorrow ?

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What if I have no more days left but just today ? What I will do today ?

Today is going to be my last day…and today has to be counted as the day I lived most. Yes. I am going to fear less and act more. I am going to worry less and laugh more. I am going to envy less and love more. My last day wish list doesn’t include any adventures…It just has some simple things which I wanted to do every day but I couldn’t yet.

I will call up my father and tell him that he is the one I love the most and I will send my diary to him. I wish he will understand me even then. I will call my mom and tell her that I will miss her. I will call my sister and thank her for being a wonderful sister and will send her all my shoes and bags. I will call my brother and tell him that he can use my room and he can stop finding guys for me. I will send all my beauty accessories to my niece aami. I will start a savings account for my second niece Pepper as her father(my brother) is a spendthrift.

I will send a note to my ex saying ‘I forgive you for not letting me to be myself. And am sorry for showing up in your life”. I will send a card to my best friend in Qatar and tell him that I love him for being such a great friend always. I will send a note to my ex manager and my current manager for being nice people. I will give all my clothes to my new good friend Lerry, because we share similar taste.(you can alter it and use )

Finally, I will fly to wherever he is, and will marry him. So that I can die peacefully, as his wife.

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Lesson 2 – Being myself

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These days I have been thinking a lot about myself. It’s almost year end and am nearing to my birthday, so I just thought of counting the years I have really lived…lived for myself. And I couldn’t it make the count to not even one year. Alarming …it is!!!

I haven’t done any forbidden sins that bible quotes. I haven’t hurt anyone. I haven’t done anything against my conscience till now. But still I haven’t done anything for myself. Whatever I have done till now is what I have been asked to do..by society, by parents, by friends. The other things I have done by myself was to please someone else. And, in my life till now I have faced this problem of ‘difficulty in saying no’.

What else one needs for suppressing their own personality? Are we losing our own personality ? No…,may be not revealing our own personality is the problem. There is no point in finding why are we behaving like this. The postmortem result is definitely going to be any of these:

1. We are conditioned to act in a certain way
2. Our minds and conscience has been tuned to respond to others feelings than one’s self.
3. We are afraid of society

I still argue with my mother on one thing. There are many things that we argue on but the one thing I could never accept even after thinking from her side was, she says ‘a man has to live for others happiness, not his own’. It sounds great. It’s very difficult but if everyone thinks this way then I think we don’t need another heaven above our head. But why I couldn’t accept this is, in this world the one who lives only for others happiness will always be exploited. Nothing else. I have experienced that many times. Even my mother had. But she still believes in it. And I still don’t. That doesn’t mean that I don’t care for other’s happiness.But what I say is that the priority is our own happiness.

Why can’t we think ‘what we really want’ before we commit on something or someone ? Why can’t we just say ‘No’ to someone or something if we don’t agree to that ? Why can’t we do what we love to do if that doesn’t hurt anyone else ?

It says there is nothing impossible for a living man. So why don’t we try on this ? Now I know what I have to do about this.
1. Next time when someone asks me to do something, am definitely going to ask myself, “Do I really want to do this? Or am I doing this just to please someone?”
2. Next time when I take a decision in my life, am going to ask myself, “ Am I really happy with this ? Or am I doing this to make someone else happy?”
3. Next time when I disagree with someone, I am going to say ‘No’ rather than simply agreeing on anything.

Because, hiding one’s personality is same as not having a personality. And how long can one exist without a personality ? Rise up. Rise up for yourself.

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Lesson 1 - How to take decision

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I have lived only 26 years. That doesn’t mean that I am dead, but that am on my 26th year of living. But for last few years I was very disturbed because I was unable to read myself most times. I was trying hard to understand what I really am, what I want and for what am I living? I can just ignore these questions and move on. It’s the easiest way to deal with this. But I have walked through that easiest way many times till now, and I succeed but for a short time. I could forget about this for some days, months or weeks but it always came back to me. And the more I ignore the stronger was the return. So I decided to deal with the questions. Not all at once, but one by one. And I started working on the first job of identifying my personality. I wondered for knowing a lot negatives about me and less positives. But it is fine. Because I have enough time to work on my negatives.

My first problem that I could find out was the difficulty in taking decision. I struggled with my memory trying to figure out some situations where I really had took my own decision and I found none. It was very alarming for me to know that I haven’t taken a single decision in my life in last 26 years. I just looked around, I looked at my friends, I looked at their lives. As far as I know, they were in similar state. Now, as I found that most people in my generation face the same problem, I could blame the society for their over involvement in our lives…I could blame our parents for the over concern and care and mostly for the less confidence in letting us to take a decision….I could blame ourselves for always getting attracted to the comfort in forgetting about ourselves and going for our parents decisions. I could blame many others too. But I won’t. No that at least I decided to work on my problem in taking decisions; I realize that the first step is to stop scratching on what went wrong but to investigating on what can make it right.

Yes. That’s the first step. Adopt the confidence to face anything and everything that comes up as an after effect of your decision. It’s very simple to say. Simpler to writeJ. But there is this famous saying, if there is a will there must be a way.
And there is a way. However crucial the decision is, try to find a backup in case the decision goes wrong. And if that is not possible, then believe that God exists and He see you.

Second step is to get some time, at least 10 mins before you take the decision. Think logically. Write down the pros and cons. Write it down on a paper. Think emotionally. Weigh the pros and cons as per your emotion. If you think that even if the possibility of success is only 1%, but your emotions want you to do it then do it. There is no logic, there is no reasoning, and there is no arithmetic in life. It’s just emotions. Life is a bunch of emotions.

Third step is to decide. DO IT. Never push it for tomorrow. It will just eat up your energy, put you in stress and make you weaker. Do it today, do it now.

Fourth and final step is not to look back. Once you decided, find the possibilities to move forward. If you are stuck find a way out. If you are lost, just think about the emotion you had when you took the decision. That’s enough to move on.

So this is what I am going to do now. Let me fix this first. I shall definitely write more on this… I shall write how I succeed.

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Happy Birthday Kerala…

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Till today in my life, I have wished many times that I was not born in kerala. Itis not because of the place but the people. But now I am able to accept this place like this. After all ….people, culture and traditions together make a place. There is no point in just pointing out the reasons why shouldn’t someone love kerala even though there are many. But I realize that there are more reasons to love this place. And I do love it. So wishing Kerala, my land a very happy birthday and thanking Parasurama for revealing this beautiful place

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That rain called Mehul

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It was raining when I woke up. I looked out of my window just to see the rain drenched gulmohar in my yard. That is the best view I can ever have, or I have ever had. I thought of waking up and getting out to the yard to make sure that my bakula has flowered even in rain. Then I felt a muscular arm around me, holding me closer and tight. The same way it was when I hugged him for the first time. It was raining then too. His arms where muscular then too, and he was holding me closer and tighter. Nothing has changed. It’s not true that time can change everything. Not even time can change some things. Because they are not meant to be changed. They are made to be forever. They are made as a wonder. They are made to make things better…Just like rain.The only wonder of nature that can make things better. The only thing that can make me happy. Yes, he too is a rain. I ignored my yard, turned towards him and hugged him. Behind me, my gulmohar and bakula too were getting drenched in rain.

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What I found the purpose of life is.

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Friday 26 July 2013 at 5:44am

There are certain things that I want to scribble down. Like my thought on, the creation of mankind. It sounds big...something that I cant handle!!! But thats fine. This is just my take on it. So here it is...
It says God has created man on the seventh day . For last six days he was continuously creating stuffs. Stuffs like earth, trees and animals. This is what bible says. I believe in it. Its right. Bible also says that on seventh day God felt that he want to create something that has similar shape and features like him. I believe that too. But I think there is something more...if God just wanted to see someone like him, why did he give them the power to reproduce? He would have been satisfied by seeing Adam and Eve. If not, he would have been satisfied in all this time. It has been so long since he created man.
So what happened is, God created stuffs for saix days and when he saw his creations, he was so proud. So he wanted to have something that can access the value of his creations, appreciate it and enjoy it. So decided to create something which can think and analyze...in short something with brain. But he was so tired after six days of work. We all know how it feels like. Working continuously for six days! So he didnt think much. He didnt forsee the after effects. He didnt figure out what all something with brain and 70-80 years of life span can do. He never even thought that the output of his seventh day's work, the ultimate of all creations, would differentiate themselves based on the skin color. He never expected that man would divide earth and make boundaries based on vegetation. He never thought that one man would enjoy by exploiting another man. His only intention was to make man enjoy the wonderful things that he has created, by living a quality life.
I respect his intention. And I think, even though something went wrong in between, man is the best of all creations. And our purpose is to live good, and help others to live good. God never distinguished us. He wanted everyone to be equal, with similar shape features and amenities. So its us who can help. Basically that what the purpose of our life. Live good and help others to.

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I had a dream...and then i woke up.

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It was recently that I got interested in blogging… well just the ‘reading’ blogs. And I started reading personal blogs, and fashion blogs as m too fashionable, and creative blogs as creativity is in my veins as this my kind of stuff and didn't move to technology or satire types because of lack of interest. Very soon I started my own blog too (uff finally ended up in so called 'writing'). Well, this one itself. And wrote almost 5 to 6 posts that too in an interval of months. My love was too happy to see me writing as he thinks I can write well, because he see a spark in me and even my father is locally famous writer. 
so this is my life story

When I was a kid my dream was to be a writer…. without even knowing what and how it is (a perfect dream). Well, even now I don’t think that I know anything about writing. But like every other average person, I too dream that I write something a day, it would be clicked and I would be famous and liked and can build confidence in me. What’s wrong in dreaming, anyway!!! But the point is, once am out of that dream I forget about writing. I know this shows lack of passion… but I want to point out some more reasons for giving least consideration to dreams.

I come from a middle class, orthodox  Christian family. I was brought up in an environment where I was sent to a girls school and was not supposed to engage in any extracurricular activities. Loved dancing and was pretty good at it although I was a non-trained dancer, with a prefect body structure.But my father found the ‘art of dancing’ doesn't suit to the nobility of our family so I quit (killed my passion) . I remember winning some school level prizes on story writing but neither I was self motivated nor I was encouraged by anyone, so I didn’t write after that.  I was always a smart girl in school and won the title of school head through election but my smartness, confidence and comfort in dealing with people just got reversed once as soon as I stepped out of that girl’s territory. I was sent to a mixed school for plus two, as I opted for commerce which was not there in my girl’s school and started behaving like an introvert from the first day in my new school. I was never comfortable with talking or making friends with guys (as non was of my type). I don’t know why but was just NOT comfortable… that’s it. Well and I am very much loyal to this behavioral pattern as I still follow it… or may be unable to come out of it!!!  I think this is the only thing in life that lasted for long J. The major take away from my 12 years school life is – Insecurity, lack of confidence, fear of being laughed at and quick trust build up in everything and everyone.

So my point is lack of confidence and fear of being laughed at keeps me away from my dreams.

I should say this that I was just sort of lucky with my studies. Never scored a good mark in class test but my parents and teachers were always happy once the board results are out and then, used to behave like I was just doing time pass in class tests. I never had any ambition. (Or may be my ambition is handicapped by my laziness...?? Am not sure) I know how it sounds, but that’s the truth. I wonder whether there are people like me who never ever had any ambition in their life!!! I usually do not say this to others, again because of the fear of being laughed at!!! I passed out from school and suddenly found interested in the field of mass communication, may be because it was in trend. But again, the nobility of my family and the less safe and secure work environment for a lady, stood the two big fat reasons for me quit and continue with commerce studies. There is no hope although I knew I could have easily bagged a seat in the most of the famous college in my state. That place was very much like a pool of vibrant beautiful and rich people. as I was a normal girl who fell in love with a blue t-shirt wearing guy in my first year itself. I don’t want to detail about my unsuccessful love story (or may a horrible) of long 7 years. I was in hostel and my NRI wanted to join MBA, so I too decided.. Wrote entrance, I passed, I joined MBA, got placed soon after which was not a big deal.

So my point is I didn't even thought about writing something all these years. And am reluctant to have a fresh start. Lack of confidence !!!

Now working in an IT company, have lost interest in everything. Now the only thing I do is to go office and sleep once am back. I don’t even think about my dream anymore. Basically, the intention behind writing the above three paragraphs is to convince my love that I have my own reasons in not following my childhood dream. And am pretty comfortable with my not so happening life. If u want to drag me out of my cocoon it’s going to be your life’s challenge L. So my dear, I would say 'I had a dream. But now am awake'.


With love
Me.

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Making myself happy...not just being happy.

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Sunday 9 June 2013 at 1:11pm

Today, a Sunday I shouldnt be sitting at home, well hostel, and thinking how to be happy. I hate to stay indoors. Especially during weekends. But some days either the people around you or the climate force u to stay home. Today is such a day, nd today's culprit is rain. And I think this is gonna be my Sunday routine for next two months, as monsoon has come showering love and cold. Its not monsoon that led me to pen this. But its the 'too serious' thoughts on how to make myself happy!!! Because being happy and making yourself happy are two different things. I vote for second one because the underlying reason behind making youself happy is your love for yourself. As I love myself, I starting finding ways to make me happy... As my laptop had stopped working, I really started thinking this time than confining myself to Google, like every other time. As I found myself depressed for last few months, I thought some changes in life or me may make me happy... Ya. So lets try to switch job...but this seems to be not a good time. Lets get married, so life will change...but isnt that a bigger change?? And its defenitly attached to emotions of so many people around me. Not a good option. Lets buy a car...phew!!! Dont have enough money to fill petrol in my scooter. Lets buy a gift for mom...ya seems to be good but then she will ask about my monthly expenditure, savings followed by a long monetary advice. Not now. Will buy her on next mothers day. Give my boyfriend a surprise...he will love it. But I think he is already surprised and shocked by the way I behave for last few months..so it would be better if I be nicer to him than giving surprises. I was running out of options but then I remember reading somewhere, that the easiest way to find happiness is by paintings nails...just for girls.ya. That is a wonderful idea...and when I did that I really followed the way that author mentioned, to paint it. Removing an existing color, with an attitude to dump unnecessary worries from mind...clean the nails and sanitize your mind...paint it with a different color, fill your heart with colorful thoughts. Well this did actually helped me. And I was thinking, sometimes how all this silly things can make me happy!!! Well for me, life as a whole is not fair...but when broken down into small episodes life is a fairytale. Small things bring more happiness.:-) and the more effort I put to make myself happy...the more happier I am.

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Late night realizations

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Thursday 18 April 2013 at 11:34pm Sometimes you just need to accept certain lessons that life teaches you, even though your innerself dont want you to. Because you cant convince life. You can only convince yourself about life. My life is a good teacher. A very hard working and generous one. Its never stops teaching me neither its tired of testing on me. But what I have learned out of it is so heartbreaking for me.... 1. Noone can make you happy unless you decide to be. 2. Noone will ever understand you if you tell them that you are emotional to someone or something. People can never understand someone else's emotion. 3. You have a sister ? You have a brother ? They are not your true friends. They can never be friends with you. If they are not behaving like your dad mom....you are lucky. 4. Noone will support you in your dream.... You are lucky if your boy friend does. 5. You will have 100 friends ... Bt when, what you want is just to talk to someone and cry, noone will show up. If someone does, they wil start giving you lectures. 6. You have a conscience or inner voice which is very strong and thts the only Peron or thing that will stay with you till end. But....sometimes even he/she wont take your side. Shared with Memoires for Android http://market.android.com/details?id=net.nakvic.dromoris http://sites.google.com/site/drodiary/

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Accompany you forever

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If you are walking; will hold your hand and walk with you...
If you are thirsty; will get you a glass of water...
If you are sick; would take care of yours...
If you are hungry; will cook food for you...
If you are happy; will join you...
If you are sad; will make you smile...
If you are angry; will kiss you on forehead to make you calm...
If you hate me; will love you more...

If you die; will come with you in heaven...

Will accompany you forever my love my life....

I love you and will always love you....

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the last gulmohar tree: Papa's white canvas

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the last gulmohar tree: Papa's white canvas: Papa was an artist. I wont call him a painter but he was an artist. And he was like anyother artist who rarely cuts his hair, comes out...

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Papa's white canvas

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Papa was an artist. I wont call him a painter but he was an artist. And he was like anyother artist who rarely cuts his hair, comes out of his room and very rarely talks to anyone....but that didnt matter to me. I was always proud of him. And I loved those colors he put in his canvas. He always had a plain white canvas in his room...before he makes use of one, he makes sure that another will take that place. And that plain white canvas was treated as the most valuable thing in that room. I never understand why. I never asked either.

I thought I would be just like him when I grow up and I will draw my dreams, I will give colors to my dreams, and I will give them wings. And my son would be so proud of me.... Never matter.Today neither I have a dream nor a son.

But there is still one white canvas in my room. And it reminds me of an unfinished art, an upstarted work, a help seeking hand, a call from life....which tells me that are miles to go. I dont know what the white canvas meant for papa. Neither do I know what it means to you...but its true, u too have a plain white canvas with you. Draw your dreams, give them colors...give them wings
 

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Sometimes people doesn't stay in your life..but the things they have given does. Those memories does. And the changes that they have brought in you also does. Every non human part of a relationship lasts for long, except the relationship itself. And all this non human parts add to your definition. Definition changes, people changes, relationships changes....things stay !!!


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I remember reading that long love letters in wrinkled torn old notebook which my granny kept like her most expensive ornament. And it made me envisage a turkey prince who loved my granny and who fought for her. And I wondered whether the fighter turkey prince looked like my grandpa ? I never asked granny anything more about the prince. Neither did she told me intentionally but he was there in all her bed time stories. And I used to fall asleep dreaming my granny and prince riding on a horse.

And I grew up with her stories, with her letters and with a deep faith in the same love which was imprinted on that notebook papers. when I met my first love, I was so keen to write letters for him as I knew the intensity of writing down your feelings on paper. But my prince never had a chance to read a love letter, because whenever I feel like writing it, I type it down and send a text msg. And reading my messages, gave him the same feeling I used to get whenever I read my granny’s notebook. Well I think that’s how it should be, as feelings cannot change with respect to change in the way you express it. Granny belonged to an age of papers and I belong to an age of smart phones. And I can’t imagine how my children would express their feeling of love. And if I say my granny’s bed time stories to my children they will never be able to understand it. So I just read them an online bedtime story, till they fall to deep sleep. But I still wish, if there is a turkey price, let my child have him, whom neither my granny nor I could ever meet.

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When things go wrong, and boss behaves like neighbor’s dog, I think of giving a shit and following my dream
Then my mind starts this  deadening process of recalling what was my dream
Well I had some dream when I was young,
I had a dream when I was a teenager…
Well am no more a teenager but that doesn’t mean that I can’t dream
Now it’s not the dream thing that am concerned about…it’s my age which is disproportionate to my total body weight and salary
Well, that’s ok because at least I have one number with me that increases every year
But it’s not always ok, when a cute guy at office asks you, your work exp, and u very well know that his intension is to calculate your age
And it’s not ok when you see your juniors at work place and they show unneeded respect
And it’s not at all ok when your niece calls u ‘Aunty’ in public even after telling her 100 times not to
Hell to my age…I don’t care about it as far as my dad calls me baby and my boy friend calls me babes
Now everything turned to boy friend
And I started searching answers for how ? why ? when ? and till when ?
And stopped immediately as I felt the symptoms of a mild attack
And now it seems much easier to think how to handle my boss.

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