Travel makes you realise so much in life.
I, for instance, realised that being thin is equal to being invisible.
No, really. Here’s a sample of what I get to hear every day.
“You and my 3 year old son, both of you will fit in there. Easily. Don’t you worry.”
“Oh! But you’re so thin, why don’t you shift aside a bit more?”
“Can we swap places? You don’t need much space anyway.”
Excuse me? I pay for my ticket in full. I am entitled to what everyone else who has paid for the ticket is. I can adjust if I’m required to. But that’s about it.
Thank God though, people atleast remember to acknowledge the fact that I exist.
In pursuit of what we desire,
In the chase to quench that undying fire,
We aspire, conspire, face consequences dire,
Willy-nilly, we remain until we tire, until what we want we acquire.
Your time, you invest,
Spend it doing what gives you your zest,
With people who’ll stand by you, even when you’re a pest,
Create moments that’ll become the reason for your smiles, brightest!
Yesterday, of all other days of my existence until now on earth, I found myself extremely grateful for having the privilege of a roof over my head. Ambitions and career choices aside, if there’s nothing else I do worthwhile in my life, I should in all possibilities, be capable enough, independent enough, to provide myself and atleast a few destitutes among the millions in the country a shelter, a roof over their heads, a place they could call home. Because, the fact that I’ve got a place I can call home is one major reason I’d be eternally indebted to my parents.
I don’t really know if I’ll live up to it, but I suddenly feel I’ve found my reason to live.
Most often, we come across people who change with time. You find their attitude, their behaviour, their interest in you doesn’t remain constant.
Sometimes they call themselves your best friend, make you their pity project, ensure they have you by their side when they need you and then, they are gone – when they don’t need you anymore. They don’t respond to your texts, don’t ask you if you’re okay, don’t find the time to get back to you – because they don’t necessarily have anything to do with you. And they’d always expect you to understand their absence. And shamelessly so.
People like these, who call themselves your constants, are in reality, vermins of the worst order who drain all energy, all positivity and everything that you’ve to offer.
They aren’t your real friends. They aren’t those who’d if not physically, be emotionally there for you when you need them. People like these are spam. Delete them off from your contact list, your friend list, your life. It is time you did.
I have done.
Why scamper when you can address the elephant in the room?
Why whimper, when you can forever get rid of the reason for the gloom?
Speak your heart out, let nothing trouble your mind,
Live each moment, unconfined!
What’s with the obsession about how we look?
I’ve always been puzzled on how to react when people compliment me on how I look (which happens extremely rarely). On the contrary I’ve always wanted to impress people with the work I do. Compliment me on my work, my thoughts, my choices, my deeds, my persona – you’ll find my happy.
Criticise my looks, make fun about my appearance and you wouldn’t find me giving a damn. But diss my work, you’ll find you’ve rubbed me the wrong way.
Looks seriously cease to matter. What matters ultimately is the kind of person you are, the kind of work you do, and the difference that you make with your existence.