It’s For Forever!

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Time flies. Circumstances change. Faces become unfamiliar. We age.

It is ironical though – the fact that we meet millions of people in different phases our lives, but we manage to stick on to only a few. A few become strangers, a few, acquaintances, a few, family, and a few, friends, for life – because, we connect with them like we do with nobody else. The wavelength, the rapport, the understanding, the warmth.

To those few of you in my life – you belong to me.

It doesn’t matter in which part of the world you live, it doesn’t matter if we don’t converse everyday, it doesn’t matter that today ain’t friendship day – but – I love you.

I am, because you help me be.

Thank you, for, you connect with me the way I am,  you connect with my flaws, with my  follies. With my imperfections. With my eccentricity. With my absurdity.

This bond we share, just so you know, is for forever. 

💖

You’re a brick 💖

Just a series of poems, I’d be writing to people who matter. My friends.
💝

Hey Poo!

With you, anyone can form a great crew,

There’s nothing you cannot do,

You derive inspiration for anything out of the blue,

You are my friend old and new,

You helped me out when how I’ll manage, I didn’t have a clue,

You have a heart of gold, and you are true,

You’re a brick, you’ve always put up with this prick, phew,

Stay you,

But Pooja, continue being my friend too 🙂




Yours,

Annapurani

Day 16 – 30 Day Writing Challenge 💃

Something I miss.

I miss being a student. Not because I’ve begun working. Not because of the responsibilities I’m having to shoulder. Not because of the challenges I’m having to face. I actually like the fact that I’m independent financially at least, and I can pay my own bills, choose where and what to buy. 

But why exactly I miss being a student is because of this. The adventure, the competition, the company, the opportunities, the care, the genuine concern and warmth. From teachers, from friends who you can call your own. There’s recognition, there’s acknowledgement, there’s appreciation. There’s always time to make mistakes without hesitation, without people demeaning you. There’s no one who’ll judge you by your mistakes, instead, there will always be people to guide you, correct you, and help you out. It is one phase when you can be carefree, yet, get to learn loads. It is one phase when you can actually afford to be wrong. I miss being in that phase.






P.S. This is Day 16 of my 30 day writing challenge

 

No Strings Attached

You know, I always like to live 2 lives. One that I’m living out there, for the world to see, and the one that I’m living at my place, in my home, with my family and friends. And I hate mixing the two of them. I mean I’m all for caring and sharing but being privy into someone’s life is something altogether different. I don’t mask myself from people who pry, but I don’t think twice before I lash out “It’s absolutely not your business”. I give people their space and I believe I’m entitled to mine too.  Small talk, gossip don’t work for me. I hate people who beat around the bush just to extract a juicy bit of information. I love to make new friends and meet new people  – but not by discussing the latest scandal around. If I’m friends with someone, it’s because we just clicked and connected. Even at work, I find it best and easy to maintain just a professional, entirely “work related” relationship with people around – it just makes things simple and less complicated for me. I wouldn’t want to know or find what what each is doing in his/her day off, or what’s exactly happening in each of their personal lives. Neither, would I like to, in the least, share what I’m up to.

I wouldn’t like to break the wall and connect – that space is reserved purely for family and friends. One major reason I’m never getting on Facebook.

Friends Forever!

To Uthra, my sister and first best friend. To Pooja, Anushka, Gayathri, Ezhil, Sabarritha, M.K., Abhi, Lk, Mahee, Kishore, Suraj. Happy Friendship Day to You!
Oh and if you want to buy me a “friendship day” gift to me, just visit my Amazon wish list, or my Goodreads To Be Read list – you’ll know what exactly to give me. Or perhaps a Calvin and Hobbes comics box set will also do 😆

In a world where nothing comes free, where people don’t talk to each other without purpose, there is this beautiful bond called friendship. Where you just connect with someone, instantly or maybe in a day, in weeks, in months and become ‘Friends‘.

Friends who like you for who you are, not for what you’ll become or what they want you to become. Friends who don’t tell you what to do, but join you in the fun.

No, I’m certainly not talking about people who call themselves your friends, but every time you need them they aren’t there. Not people for who you make yourself available all the time, but they conveniently ask you “Is it something important? (With a smiley)”. Not people who let you down during your rough patches. Not people who are jealous of who you are, or what you have. Not people who constantly find ways and means to change you the way they want you to be. Not people who don’t stay with you when you’re in distress, and get back to you in your glory. Not people who talk to you all day, but aren’t ready to listen to you when you want them to. Not people who find it easy to make excuses and not be there during your important moments in life when you want them by your side.

I’m talking about people who like you for who you are. People who don’t put up with you, but actually enjoy your company. People to whom your presence matters the world. People who not just accept your flaws, but like you with your flaws. People who’ll laugh with you, cry with you, who’ll happily eat every bait with you. People who’ll pull your leg all the time, but will be the first to speak up for you when someone puts you down. People to whom you can bare your heart to. People with whom you can always be your true self, without any pretence on, without any necessity to impress. People who’ll be extremely busy, but will still find time for you, because you mean a lot to them. People who’ll become your family when you are alone, and stand by your side without questions when you need them. People, who might miss wishing you on your birthday, who might not talk to you everyday, but will still get through to you the moment they sense you’re not okay. I’m talking about people who’ll never judge you for who you are, or for the decisions you make.

I’m talking about people who are your real friends. Not your Facebook friends or your Twitter followers. Not the forced kind either. Real, non-pretence people, with who you share a beautiful bond called friendship, with whom you strike a chord. People, who can resonate at the same wavelength as yours, who can read your mind looking at your face without you having to utter a word. People, who always give you the right vibe. People who see right through you, beyond all your hoity-toity airs, your fake smiles and your sharp tongue.

Friendship, like any other relationship isn’t perfect. And the beauty of it would be lost if it was. It would’ve been extremely soppy and dull and boring, if it were not for the stupid misunderstandings and the petty fights. If it were not for the numerous arguments. They make the bond stronger, more special.

I’m extremely lucky to have found a few such, and to those few I’d like to dedicate this blog post. You know I’m a defective piece, wired to be just the way I am. And I know you’ll stand by me, rock solid, no matter what. Your presence matters the world to me, and I will cling on to you forever. Thanks for always being an amazing part of my world. Can’t imagine my life without even one of you. You guys are special.

To a bond as beautiful as this, a day wouldn’t suffice. Nevertheless, cheers to beautiful people who make your world go round, people with whom you forge a relationship, fun and pure and everlasting.

Cheers to friends. Cheers to friendship. Cheers to Friendship Day!

Let Go.

My favourite post as on date. I insist you actually read it to know why.
A hint here, maybe.
Live to the fullest extent your heart wants to. Don’t cling on to something that’ll make you nothing but sad. Bury it deep, never to be recovered. Do yourself a favour, and love yourself for what you are.

Until a few days back, I was this douche bag, that was living with the memories of the past. Horrible, cringe-worthy memory. My mind was this “Pensieve” which kept storing only hard hitting, belittling, embarrassing memories. And each moment, each day, I would hash out atleast one from it and begin to feel guilty. Each memory had something to do with a mistake I had committed. I was living a life of regret, and resentment was probably the only emotion that I felt all day. All the good things, good memories were wiped away from time to time, under the weight of the negativity surrounding me, within me. I hated myself for my existence. I hated my appearance, my very being. I thought I was all bad, the rotten apple of the dozen. I didn’t seem to find any good in me at all, and if at all I did, I found it easier to overlook it than let it bring positivity into me. I hated every bit of me I knew. I was supremely under confident. And at the end of each day, when I recollected the day’s activities, I would end up finding one thread which I would spin into a yarn big enough to begin to feel guilty about. I would blame myself for everything that went wrong. I would think every other person in the world, other than I, was a much better human than me. My reaction to each situation would be based on my memories of the past. (Mind you, though my mistakes weren’t huge, according to me they were inexcusable. But I had the habit of exaggerating my each small mistake to something extremely big, that I would end up writhing in shame, everytime.) It would have been a random, meaningless conversation, but I would end up drawing a hundred different conclusions from it. I would replay each and every moment of the day and think of a hundred different reasons to why I shouldn’t have said/done what I had, and would go back  to feeling guilty all over again. I was exhausting to live with. I would lose my temper at the drop of a hat, and panic for something as normal as the rain. Although I had learned from my mistakes, I wasn’t ready to accept the fact that’s it’s all okay.

But this is exactly what resentment does to you, right?

I wasn’t ready to let go. I wasn’t ready to forgive myself. I wasn’t ready to give myself a chance. I wasn’t ready to love myself. 

Then, realisation hit me. In a way I didn’t expect it to. And I want to share it with people who are letting themselves wither away because of the regret of the past.

It doesn’t matter what you were in the past. Each human is imperfect and has a shit-load of regrets. To err is human. Every one commits mistakes. To learn from them and to not commit them again is the only lesson out of it. The mistakes don’t decide who you are, or your character. How you come out of it decides who you are. Love yourself for what you are. You are unique and there’s no one like you, and won’t ever be. So love yourself completely. With the flaws in you. The flaws make you beautiful. The flaws make you who you are. The flaws make you one in a million. The flaws give you your identity. So, appreciate yourself for who you are.

Forgive yourself. Flush out all the regret, the resentment. Let it all go. Because if they stay, they’ll only drain you of everything positive in and around you. You won’t allow yourself to live fully if you are going to remain the stupid douche bag. Don’t stop yourself from doing what you want to. Don’t be too hard on yourself. See things for what they are, not what you expect them to be. You’re going to be missing on the happiness of the present if the you’re going to let the past make you cringe for your existence. Seize each moment, and live in your present. Don’t just be a product of your past, evolve each day. See the world in a whole new light each living moment.

P.S. There will always be people to put you down, bring down your confidence. There will be people to judge you no matter what you do. Shut your ears to them, you can’t fend yourself from each one out there. There’s no need to. Just go out and do your thing. Give yourself real happiness, and a lot of it.

What Really Matters..

No matter how big you grow, how busy you become,

No matter where you reach, how happy you are or how glum,

Take time out for your family, your friends, people who are your own,

For they are your rock, your support, they’ll bring back your smile, make you forget to frown!

P.S. This is part of my Pen The Picture project. Hope you like reading what I write.