Tailoring.

The world is our oyster, but that does not mean we go around jumping from one thing to another, all the time. Sometimes what I need is not out there in the world. The world is still my oyster but does that mean that is where I stop, it is like limiting the possibilities of “I”. I mean, what the world offers is what the world has in store for me, but what I am or I can be, must not be over looked, and sadly no one else but I would be the first one to give up on myself. Unfortunately, many would relate to this.

So it becomes more like world is our oyster and we shall try to fit ourselves in what they have to offer, after all what is world? You and me and if I am not where I a want to be then I am just looking at you or them. But if everyone looked at you, we all would be you. What kind of world would that be?

We all want to be someone. When was the world even seen as an oyster, I do not think it’s always about what is out there for us, sometimes it is just about what life drags to us. As I see it, I am being made by what I get, more so by what I choose, and even more by what I do not choose. Why necessarily be them when I can take a little bit of this a little bit of that and tailor it for myself.

What we are offered and our choices based upon that might make us. But accepting and becoming part of the norm lacks the tailoring that becomes a possibility only when you deny, when you reject, and rather choose to blossom on your own or choose to watch yourself blossom – just a flip side of the same coin.

From bumble to humble.

As a tiny tot, we bumble.
We learn, we scribble.
As an adult, we fumble.
Sometimes it goes horrible.

We mature, we stumble.
Holding on to somethings.
Only to see them crumble.
But in fright we think,
We are alone in this jungle.

All of it would vanish in a blink.
Possibly without any rumble.
But the lesson is only at the brink.
As a human, we must be humble.

Making choices.

It has been a long time since I last posted and caper is the prompt for the day, what does that even mean 😛 Anyway, I made some choices and I learnt something worth sharing. So here goes…

Sometimes you make it your way.
And other times…
It helps to just call out mayday.
But which ever you choose.
You will be the one to lose.
But what is lost time,
If not an experienced life.
And if not now,
Then perhaps in a while.
You face the same cross-road.
That already had you riled.
And what stops us today…
Could cost an opportunity.
So keep away the blues.
Ask sans ‘what’ and ‘if’, and choose.
They told us, there are two paths.
They suggested, we take the unbeaten.
They forgot to mention…
It is the same destination.
We thought we chose the outcome.
Surprise, surprise! Win or lose.
It is only the journey we choose.
What kind of ride is all smooth?
Let it be bumpy.
Tell them how you capered about,
Before you fell!
You get more stories to tell.

Voluminous.

Let me spare you the details.
It is either real or it’s all fake.
You can touch it or keep away.
Run or hide and stay aside.
But you will find it in your sight.
What when everything will be at stake?
Will then you not dare to go its way?
It is not until we hit the wall.
Do we realise the reality of it all.
Perhaps all is a dream, it could be a play.
Only for those who know the game.
Wide awake or sleeping deep.
Anyway we end up living it.
I don’t need a voluminous prose.
Might I say it is like the scent of a rose.
And once you get the hang of it.
The spark stays forever lit.

When you are young and tender.

Colours in their full glory.
Sounds in their own tones.
Smells that were beautiful
Would become a taste too.
The feelings were oh so precious.
My emotions, when they were full.
I could dance with joy.
Even if they called me a fool.
There was more inside of me.
A little more than I knew.
And they kept telling me,
How to be and what to do.

Do you think I cared?
Do you think I listened?
Do you think I agreed?
Why would I?
I was young and tender.
My heart was pure and open.
And so were my feelings too.
But I saw a world that,
Blossomed with a different root.
Everyone – bigger and stronger.
But worn out to the core.

I had questions. No answers.
They said a lot though…
“See? This is the reality.
You will have to grow up.
Follow me or follow them.
Make it all yours, make that jump.
Once its yours, you’re happy”
Was their a choice?
I danced on the new tune.
There was no other way.
And now I am still waiting…
To see them happy some day.

Uniform(s) – story time.

This word just speaks to the child in me, more so to my memories of when I was a school-going kid. Not more than seven years ago I was in high-school and all through my schooling, as a norm, I wore a uniform (that rhymed). Not to mention how easier it was to just get up and get ready because all I had to do was follow a routine, wear the same old but hassle-free uniform and I was done.

To make it fancy there was a special sports uniform representing the colour of the house you belonged to. Sort of like the houses in Hogworts, we had four in our school it was almost like Gryffindor and slytherin situation, but our houses were based on colour of roses. I was in the red rose house. So, I had like a red t-shirt, white shorts or pants and shoes. Others were blue rose, yellow rose and black rose. Cool, right? We did have inter house competitions; sports and academics, but nothing as cool or magical as flying-broom-Quidditch-match.

I still can not imagine how School kids manage to choose what to wear in the western world. I think it could easily begin with “what you wear” and go to “how you wear”, finally coming down to “who you are wearing?” at a young age. For us, considering the wide disparity among the school children and their backgrounds, uniform(s) made it all pretty uniform. Otherwise, with all the variety of people coming from various cultures representing their own religious beliefs and traditions schools would have looked like a festival ground. Colours everywhere! Real vibrant and bright ones. Hmmm distraction!

College and professional settings are different, you choose to dress as everyone else, there is a dress code if not a uniform. As a grown up you either learn to fit in or to stand out in your own way but it is neither as influential nor it is within the four walls like in a school-setting. For me having changed four schools and five uniform(s), it was fun. I was part of more than four houses namely; tulip house in the kinder garten, surya (sun) house in the middle school, later Gandhi house in the middle school and finally a red rose. Ah! stories and memories.

 

A piece of me.

A choice made here,
A repercussion there.
The intent differs.
A knife is a knife.
A hand could hold one…
To cut, to heal, or to survive.
And we can only question…
The actions.
But motives, the desires.
What if they are right?

Love heals all they say.
Love is what we need.
Love will fix the wrong.
But who decides…
What is wrong indeed.
In love do you submit
Or share?
In love do you force
Or accept?
In love, perhaps we just give up.

It is not love we need.
But something indeed.
What are we missing?
Humanity? Whatever that is!?
It is a part of me!?
A piece of  you…
Where ever you could leave it.
You won’t harm. You won’t fight.
All you do is share the light.
And see a portion of your heart in them”.

Traces and trails.

Is it meaningful to try to trace your steps back to something that was not meant to be? I do not think it is. But those who move on quickly are they heartless? Hmm… Some questions are not easy to answer but experience can give us some insight.

We leave traces and trails. What we ignore finds us, and what we try to find seems to run away and hide further from our sight. Traces, they are everywhere and we do not only leave them, we carry some of them. What we do is, we keep ourselves occupied with the traces that are behind us and miss out on the trails in front of us.

Having understood that we should not live in the past, we make a conscious effort in choosing our thoughts and focus on the present. But does that work? Is that enough? If we look closely we would observe that even though we think we are not living in the past or that we are not thinking about the past, the traces of our fondness and attachment to the past could be found for example, in speech, in eyes – the way we look at certain things.

Have you ever said that you have finally moved on from someone or something, but later realised that you still talk about it. The conscious choice of not having thoughts is perfect but the idea of “what it was like” stays so strongly etched in the mind that we speak of it highly and frequently. Some of us would even find ourselves seeking the same experience. Familiarity is nice but could become an obstacle.

Traces, that is what we need to to get over with and look for trails that lead into a new adventure.

Beautify!

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This is one of my most favourite pictures that I have ever clicked. I am in love with the colours, the sun hiding in the background. Gosh, it is almost a love affair! haha

On that note with all that is going on, detonate is the prompt you choose wordpress? Let me spread some positivity by sharing this picture. Remember guys as much water will help this beauty spread, fire will only burn it down to ashes. No more burning words or actions. Do not detonate it, beautify it!

Maze of life.

The thing about a maze is that, you know for sure that it is going to be confusing, difficult, and very tiring to get through it. The thing about life is that, time and again we have been told that it is a big bad world out there but stories always have two sides.

A maze is known to be treacherous from its point A to point B. You know the start and the end and you are fully aware that you chose to venture into it. It is a conscious choice which gives us a sense of responsibility for every turn we take unlike life where some like to believe that everything that happens internally happens just out of the blue.

Well, like Dumbledore said, “the maze changes people” or something like that. And in reality it does the same. Maybe not as magically and extravagantly but a maze will test you and tests will change you.

Why correlate it to life?
A Journey is mostly unpredictable but in a maze you know you will encounter one problem after the other and despite being prepared we struggle to get through a maze. But the certainty of reaching the end and being rewarded keeps us going. Kind of how fanatics can do absolutely inhuman things just because they believe their actions are in the name of good. What place better than paradise, right?

So it is the certainty of the end that keeps us going when we are in maze or stuck in similar situations. And the funny thing about life is no one knows the beginning no one knows the end. And no one has ever figured out how to go about the one thing that has been left on us to experience – the journey.

So we like to be calculative and try to predict things by observing patterns; physical, mental, behavioural, perhaps even extrapolate them to surroundings and the position of the starts above. All this is just to make things a little more sensible, a little predictable. So we fall in the trap of defining things, people, phenomena and what not. The only thing that needs to be known is that there is no right or wrong way of going about it. You will only know what lies ahead of you once you dare to take the twist, the next turn, the courage that gets us out of the maze will help in getting through it all.

The path is set. The directions are not, You could walk alone, take a partner along or even an entourage if you wish. But let’s remember that it is not about why did I end up where I am right now. Instead asking how? and then never repeating it is the way to arrive at “what next?”.

The “next” is always just another step, twist or a turn and like they have always said life is about the journey. So let’s not get stuck in other mazes that life offers.