Parity. Disparity.

I just read a blog, which said, play with blaze of fire. If you burn yourself, it will heal. If you keep yourself from it, it won't leave.

And I couldn't agree more. I believe, making my own mistakes is better than sitting back without taking risks, contemplating what it would have been like if I followed my heart.

I never used to listen to myself. I only did what they said I should be doing. One day I heard a faint voice. It did not sound happy. It was not authoritative either. It sounded feeble but hopeful. I did what the voice said. It made them angry, but it liberated me. I was nonplussed. How could something that disappointed them, pleased me?
That faint voice was my heart.

All of us are different, what you want and what they want may not always coincide. This doesn't mean, you are wrong or they are right. Who decides right or wrong anyway? Everyone has their own perspective and postulations in life. Marjority lying in a particular direction doesn't make it the right one.

Today morning, while commuting I was reading The Oath of The Vayuputras, and I read a statement that is fastened in my head. Shiva, the lead character, says, 'There is your truth and there is my truth. As for the universal truth, it does not exist."

I don't know if the universal truth exists or not. What I do know is neither you nor me are blessed with the divine wisdom of knowing about its existence. All we can do is presuppose its reality, and that is what we do.

Anyway so,
I found a similarity in that page of the book, the words of that blog (one I mentioned at first) and my dogma. There is a parity in how the author, the blogger and I think. This reaffirms my another belief that all humans, no matter how different, are the same. We are all one.


Today's playlist:
Bittersweer - Ellie Goulding
Dil Cheez kya hai - Karsh Kale featuring Monali Thakur 
Chal Diyay - Zeb & Hania 
The monster - Eminem featuring Rihanna
I am what I am - Above & Beyond vs Pres Oceanlab 
Tornado - Tiesto vs Steve Aoki 
The other side - Bruno Mars (Cee-Lo) [My favorite of the lot] 

I feel sad. 

To be continued...

A couple of times before this, I had clicked on 'New Post' but closed the tab without saving the draft. Because I'd been dumping all my frustration in here, this blog was emitting extremely negative vibes and I couldn't write. So I decided to terminate the negativity by writing something which is not negative.
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I could not torment myself anymore. I wanted to heal. And so I became the assassin of my own ego. I got rid of the grudge. Now... I am healing.

Life puts you to test in many different ways. Coping with them is already arduous, why do you want to further burden yourself by holding a grudge?

I always knew I could avoid this and live a happier life, but it took me two years to gather the courage to end my suffering.

I am a slave to my own demons and am fighting for my freedom. I have defeated a couple of them by forgiving and forgetting some things. But I know this war is not going to end soon.

Judge Me.

Accepting criticism is so difficult for us humans. We cannot stand the idea of someone judging us, let alone them giving us advises on improving our ways.

So what is it?

Is it our ego that refuses to accept that we can be wrong or there is someone who knows better than us? 

Or is it the insecurity of not being good enough and inability to accept the same? 

May be it's a mix of both. 

Whatever it is, success cannot come without acceptance of our flaws. And we cannot point out our own flaws, it is the job of an onlooker. Only after knowing and welcoming the critiques can we grow personally and professionally. Therefore it is better to deal with them with an open and positive mind.  

  

See bad. See good.

Despite of knowing why, I sometimes wonder why do we give the right of hurting us immensely to the people who keep hurting us all the time, knowingly and unknowingly.
Sigh...
I wish I never knew you. I wish we never had the good moments. I wish to lose the memory of you, of us. I wish to hate you so much that it finally stops hurting. I wish... Why do we wish so much!

Taking this as a lesson, I now value my loved ones even more, those who don't hurt me, at least not knowingly.

The Protective One
She takes me as her younger sister. She likes to see me happy. She has been my backbone all through, supported me in ways I fail to describe. She says she gets insecure about me sometimes. What she doesn't know is that I am as insecure about her. This insecurity, this feeling of losing possession over the other is nothing but love, as pure as a baby's heart. I desire to be her priority over others. Yes, I am that selfish because I love and respect her enough to demand so.

The Loving One
She swiftly entered my heart from no where. Her heart beats for her loved ones and she showers all her care and warmth on them. She inspires me to be a better person everyday. She loves me selflessly and I have grown to love her as much. She has restored my lost trust. She gives me peace. We belong to each other.

My two pillars because of whom I manage to deal with bad times and feel like celebrating good times. Their actions, both good and bad, affect me the most. Therefore, I made a vow to myself, to nurture these two relationships for life and to never take them for granted.

That copywriter chick - 4

So may be I am not good enough yet, but that doesn't mean I will not rock it tomorrow! 

Always remember, your time will come.

I will...

Because I dream so much.

That copywriter chick - 3

There are moments of fear and self-doubt.
There are moments of anxiety and procrastination.
There are moments of inspiration and hope.

And now all these moments have come together and turned into a big thumping ball inside my throat!

I am getting a panic attack. Well, almost.

Since morning I have done a couple of things that I maybe shouldn't have done. I am a little scared of goofing up this opportunity as well. I should simply stop over-thinking.

If things work out, nothing like it. If they don't, they will work out later.
As they say, sometimes you succeed and sometimes you learn.    

After a weekend of fun, it takes a little time for the head to come out of the party zone.

And
Sometimes you wonder what if some things had never gone wrong, what if they stayed unchanged. But there is nothing much you can do about it, is there? So all you do is accept the mess.

I wish...
Why do we wish so much!

Here's something on doodling

It turns out doodling is not as simple as I thought it was. There are various terms used for this meditative art, depending on your intention behind doing it.

Doodling is said to be done out of boredom and mindlessness. It is done when you are blank and randomly scribbling on a piece of paper or your text book even. I had read somewhere that doodling is somewhat like automatic writing because it just happens sub-consciously.  

Zentangle, on the other hand, is an art where you plan and doodle. It includes making repetitive patterns like doodling, but it is well-proportioned and neat. Since it is planned and requires more attention and discipline, the outcome is way better. Zen-doodle is another word for it.

Mandala is Sanskrit for sacred circle. You basically draw a big circle and doodle within it. Many even paint in it. Since centuries, various eastern cultures have been practicing this therapeutic art.

It was interesting to know that this is such a developed art. I wasn't aware that all this while I've not just been doodling, but making zentangles and mandalas as well. :D 

So for all those dummies who call it a mehendi design drawn on a paper, I hope this helped.