Happy Diwali! ❤

A very happy Diwali to all of you out there. May this Diwali bring lots of happiness, success, peace and prosperity.

And I take this opportunity to present to you a YouTube video where I talk about Superstitions and the need to follow your heart, and pursue your passion. Do check it out and lemme know what you think, because, it’s absolutely relatable to all of us and it’s something each of us have gone through

P.S. I’m a bit worked up and my pace is too fast. There’s noise in the background too. But don’t give up on me yet, will you?

Love

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Nostalgia – memories of a lifetime ❤

No matter how much things change, no matter how many new things come up, no matter how much the world we live in modernises, what we grew up with, will always remain super close to our hearts. They’ll always have a special place in our lives, a place that’s irreplaceable. 

Because, this feeling is something that each of us can relate to, because I feel so innately nostalgic about it, here’s me sharing a post about one of my favourite places in the city I live. Do read it and share your thoughts, similar memories and experiences. I’m looking forward to read each of yours.

Read it here 👉 Nostalgia – my city, my home.

To you! ❤

To you, that makes mistakes. To you that cries in fear, in pain, in agony. To you that reaches out for help. To you that makes the choices and stays by them. To you, that sticks to the choices that’s been made for you. To you, that dreams. To you, that doesn’t want what the rest of the world does. To you, that chases what nobody else does. To you, that perseveres and pursues. 
To you that has flaws. To you that is impulsive. To you that repents. To you that has awkward conversations. To you that jumps in happiness. To you that falls and fails. To you that picks yourself up and tries again. To you that hesitates. To you that fumbles. To you that isn’t perfect.

To you that has a bone of contention about every micron you see. To you that commits a faux pas every living second.
To you that wakes up each day to make a difference. To you that faces disappointments. To you, that believes. To you that inspires.
The universe, looks up to you.
Nobody else can be you – your blemishes, your blunders, your choices – They make you, you.
You, are the star of your life.
Cheers!

Perceptions

You meet a lot of new people every day,

Some leave, some stay,
But the bruises from the past seem to clout the present,

They force you to block equations new, experiences incandescent –
So, why give passers-by large shoes to fill?

Why burden them all to have your back, to fit your bill,
Because, the ones who are meant to stay, no matter what, will,

For the rest, well, your beating heart, would want to stay still.
Cheers!

She

Be it at 9 in the night or 6 in the morning, she is required to quicken her pace,

She lives with worry lines that crease her forehead, with fear that clouts her face,

She isn’t allowed night outs, parties for her are a big no-no,
She is expected to sacrifice, to forgo, to let go of her ego,

She doesn’t get to stay alone, she doesn’t get to make her own choices,
Her silence, most often than not, gets overpowered, by raised voices,

She is judged for what she chooses to wear,
She’s judged for her joy, for her passion, for her pride, for her despair,

She is judged for who she chooses to be ,
She’s judged for everything she says or does- whether she’s six, or sixty,

Everytime she steps out, she steps out with an extra layer of caution,

For, there’s no place on this earth that she can call her home, her safe haven,

But hey! She is born an equal, she ain’t here to shoulder his blame, she ain’t here for him to maim,
This world she lives in, is hers too, to belong in, is hers too, to claim,

She should breathe in peace, not in panic, not in pain,

Together, it’s time we make this place safe for her, again!

So the next time…

Of late, a lot of forums have come up (WhatsApp groups, Facebook groups, blogger networks etcetera) where people can post their work for honest reviews, feedback and constructive criticism – precisely what they are meant for. 
An artist chooses a medium to communicate. To convey to the world his thoughts, his ideas, his message. When you give the artist your feedback, understand no one is born an expert, no one is flawless. Understand his need to be heard, understand his want to be accepted. Language is just a mode to communicate – so focus more on the message he is trying to convey. The grammar, spelling, rhyme, etcetera are important – but those are meant to be perfected with practice, with experience, with exposure.
So the next time you criticise, make sure you don’t show off your “Grammar Nazi” skills to project how good you are. Or how good your language is. Or how far he is from where you’ve reached. Instead appreciate him for having the guts to step out to communicate with the world. Guide him, help him understand how he can excel at what he does.
Criticism in any form is meant to hit the target, not wound it.

Let yours help the artist improve for the better, not make him shut himself down for good.
P.S. None of this applies to the family, to the teachers, to the best friends who know us even before we learned to communicate..

Let’s fly high, my friend

Let not the society pull the strings of our lives, of our destinies,

Let not our race, religion, caste or creed decide who we are, or define our indefinable capacities,

Let not opinions biased, tarnish our hopes, our ability to try,

Let not doubts unascertained, limit our will to fly,

Let not stopgaps and pitfalls deter what we choose to pursue

Let nothing stop us from living our dreams, from becoming what we aspire to.

Cheers!