What I found the purpose of life is.

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.

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


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.

Making myself happy...not just being happy.

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.

Late night realizations

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/

Accompany you forever

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....

the last gulmohar tree: Papa's white canvas

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...

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 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