No Strings Attached.

No,I am not blogging about sex. Yes, I did fool you with the title. Haha.
Anyway, now that I have your attention you might as want to read what this is about. Go ahead.

In life, each day is a new discovery. We learn something new everyday. Sometimes about ourselves, sometimes about others and sometimes just about life.

Today, I figured something out. So here goes-
Often in life, we as humans have certain objects of affection that we attach to a single being. A movie, a song, a book. Its that one thing that instantly reminds us of that person. When in love, we listen to that one song or see that movie or read that book over and over again, just so that we get a feel of proximity to that person. We memorize it by heart. Line by line,word by word. And that certain object means so much to us because there is this one special moment we shared with our guy/girl and we never want it to go away. Ever. And that object keeps that memory alive.
But when we realise that the person wasn't the one, when we fall out of love, that same object becomes a thing of detestation. We hate it so much that the thought of it makes  us cry or sometimes enraged. If that song comes on, we change it immediately. We cannot stand it. Especially when we fall hard in love and its tough to move on. We don't know how to move on. And we don't want to.

Sure, moving on can be tough but when you try hard enough, when you really want to move ahead, it will happen. But the question is how will you know? I have a way of my own about knowing how-
That moment when you are completely unaffected by that object of  association, when it does not remind you of him/her, when it means absolutely nothing to you and when you are able to enjoy it. No strings attached. :)

Insanity

I believe I'm crazy. And that I'm insane. Most people do.
But sometimes that's what keep me happy and that's what keeps me going through.
And I believe that through all my weirdness, maybe I can bring a smile to someone's face. What greater happiness than to brighten up someone's face and nothing can bring you greater contentment than the thought that you were the reason someone smiled :)

Clearing the Closet

So I keep on revisiting the past a lot of times. Most of us do. It is in the human nature to do so.
We have had a bad past and we keep on going back to it. We keep thinking about the way things were and how they could be.
While many feel it is a perfectly normal thing, it is actually a way to deepen the bruises of the past.
The hurt and the pain. It aggregates the suffering.
And the only possible solution is to let go. People tend to ask us what we are currently going through and we end up harping the entire thing to them. This is actually terrible.

One of the aims of letting go is to never speak of it again.

We have to move past it. Move ahead. And you can only do so when you leave things back. When you don't carry baggage along.

It the only way we grow stronger.

We have to clear the closet to let the better stuff inside.

Your 16? Well, just try to never grow up and be the self you are :)

A woman whose smile is open and whose expression is glad has a kind of beauty no matter what she wears.
Anne Roiphe

( Hey Anne, I bet you are talking about the the woman the the photo above)

Ahana Singh, a rebellious young girl has been my best friend since I was 13.The very tender age when you enter your teenage years. 13 is the ticket that lets you enter a new world. A world very different from the one you earlier lived in..We all know that one true friend is enough for a life time.Ahana is that one true friend who is pretty much hand full for me for at least one life time.Well,Ahana Singh did bring me into a world that changed my life.She showed me a lot of true stuff none of my then so-called 'friends' could have ever showed me.We were stuck together as sisters.It felt like no one could ever separate us.We had this special communication method. A method so special and weird that it cannot be revealed to anyone.It's like a sister secret.We had these long long walks that were still cherish as good old memories.As everyone best friend pair does, we too had our share of fights,but we patched in the sweetest manner ever.The chocolate sweet manner. ;) We couldn't stay away from each other for more than a day.We had to see each others' faces at least once. Winnie( that's her nickname), you probably don't know this, but every morning, I would keep track of your daily happenings. From the very moment you got out of your bed, to your bath, to your breakfast; I would track almost everything down. Not like the spy type tracking,  but the cute sister love kind of tracking. There were times when I would even laugh out when you were late out of bed( well you were late out of bed almost everyday) and aunty would literally have to run behind you with a glass of milk in one hand and your school bag in the other. I would secretly peek out of the window every morning when you were late for school and the school buses would stand there, at the corner of the road, awaiting for the great Ms. Ahana Singh to come and finally catch her bus.
The then the great tragedy fell upon the two of us. The world felt like it was tearing apart.Winnie's father was transferred to the Middle East. That broke my heart as well as hers.The news was devastating.Tears were shed,full of emotions.When the two of came to know about this I said out aloud," From this very day till the moment that you pack your bags,we will be inseparable. You and I together, will have the time of our lives. These days that will never be forgotten. They will remain fresh in our memories forever."


The day she left, I felt like my life was over, of course it wasn't, but at that very moment, it did.I wanted so badly to break through that airport glass wall that separated me from her( the glass wall that separates the airport lobby from the waiting room.) Without her, I felt like an empty glass. I felt like all the air had been sucked out of my lungs. I felt hopeless.When I was with her,I was oblivion of my surroundings.She made me feel special,like we were made for each other.I would share every bit of my life with her.I was broken.

But the wonders of the internet did work out for me. I was always in contact with her through Skype or Facebook,but the internet was just a means through which I was aware of her survival.The internet did keep by bonding alive, the not the strength.But, I also believe that the day I meet her again, the moment I look into her eyes, a miracle shall take place.My lost bond shall revive.Surely, we rarely talk these days due to our hectic schedules, but my love for her has not reduced even the slightest bit since the last time I saw her. 

Today, the 19th of April,2012 marks the 16 birthday of the beautiful soul.I believe that I owe her something, not only because it's her birthday but also for all that she has ever given to me or taught me in life. This e-letter is for you. It's been long since I last wrote you a letter and today is the perfect day to do so.
All I want to tell you is that you are the most beautiful soul that I have ever met, despite you flaws and I mean every word I say. You have changed my life and inspired me.Thank you. Your bold personality is over-whelming.You are ambitious and focused. I hope you achieve your aim in life. I want you to know that I love you the way you are.Never change yourself for anyone else.Those who love you just the way you are, are the people worth keeping. I want you to never grow up. I love the that you are always chirpy and bubbly. You have your own opinion and you stand up to it. You never others influence our decision. You make everyone around you feel special. You give them the love they deserve. I admire you for that. I can surely assure you and your family that you are growing to become a beautiful woman. Stay that way. :)

My Life,My Hope,My Mother

My Life,My Hope,my Mother

"All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother."
Abraham Lincoln 

I owe almost all my life to my dearest mother. Not only because she is the reason why I stand to live today, but because she has made me what I am so far. My mother has been the biggest supporting factor of my life so far. She has stood by me during my toughest times and I would like to take this opportunity to thank her and write about the immense strength that lies within her.Today, I am going to tell a story. A story about a mother. The story of my mother.

My mother( I'd like to keep her name in anonymity) is an inspiration to me. She has always been, but I didn't realize that sooner than a month ago when my mother was detected with breast cancer. Those were the days of my examination, so my mom thought that it would be best if  the news would be kept from me and my sister until my exams my exams come to an end. But me, being the super-inquisitive one,eventually did find out about it. My first reaction: I was shocked, just as anyone would be. But me being the extra-dramatic one,I was a tiny bit more shocked. I was stressed for a while, but once I saw the way my mother handled the entire situation, I kind of calmed down. She being a responsible mother sat down with me and gave me all the specific details required. The information passed on to me has helped me keep my cool up till now. That's what proper information can do to you. So anyway, I never really shed my tears in front of mom, but the tears kept rolling down for a few days. Suddenly, I started feeling more responsible towards my family's and mother's needs. But, my mother being the self-reliant woman she has always been, never ever seemed to require help. Never once did she crib. She kept faith in god and herself. She was always positive no matter what the hard ship. Her smile has always brightened up your day. Her smile is a rather infectious one.:)


My mother is a very very strong woman. I am extremely proud of her. I do not feel ashamed in boasting about her. She is a woman of great substance. She is beautiful. Though, she might not be known to the world, but in my world she holds the #1 position for the most influential and beautiful person ever. My mother never gave up hope. She continued to succeed in spite of the obstacles that paved through her way. Mom, if you are reading this, I would like you to know how proud I am of you today. You have changed my entire life. I am very proud today to be known as your daughter.

"  My identity rests firmly and happily on one fact: I am my mother's daughter."
                                                                                                     -Spanglish (2004)

Memories Back Then

There was a time I could fit into those socks!


“Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.” 
― Virginia Woolf

So,here I am with my very first blog. :)
I am a class 10 student in India, and class 10 is a very big deal here. I spend a considerable amount of my time thinking about my past, my present  and about my future,but mostly about my future. My career, my upcoming life. Recently, during my Annual Day practices at school, while watching the tiny tots dance their way through, it finally struck me.As their tiny socks stuck to their tiny little feet, I wondered whether I could ever be able to fit into those little pair of socks again. Funny though as it may sound, I wanted to pull those socks up to my, now feet.It is really odd to see myself grow so quickly. Really hard to let in. But ultimately I would have to accept it. I definitely don't want to grow up, not because I fear responsibility, but because I fear the loss of innocence.

This was probably the first time in months that I looked back at past, trying to recall myself as a child. I was always a very cheerful child, at least that's what I have been told by my parents for ages now.I loved dancing and singing in the rain.I had loads of time for letting my imagination expand. Make up stories, share them , hear a few. Now, it's all pretty much schemed. This sudden twist of life, was slightly misleading. I gradually grew accustomed to it, but it took its own time. Growing up is a very sudden process. You are sitting in the sun, enjoying a great picnic with yours friends, and POOF! suddenly its all gone. You hardly have time for anyone else other than yourself. Your childhood, gone in a second. People start expecting you to do stuff, you never thought as a child you would be doing.

Though, the transitional phase might be difficult, but over the time I have enjoyed growing. The experience itself is a great adventure. Sure, there lies a rough patch, but life ain't  no bed of roses. You have to move on. You have to adapt yourself to the present. No matter how much you tend to miss your childhood innocence, you have to learn to enjoy your teen phase as well. Enjoy the journey, and live through it. Sometimes you have to let go, no matter how much you're going to miss it. Personally, I too was confused, but now life seems more beautiful to me than what I did before. You have to learn to love life, rather than sulking about it.


.Photographs play an integral role in this. Looking back at the past, as you flip through the pages of your photo album, you refresh your memories. They always bring a smile to your face, no matter the millionth time to flip through that album.  As you look back, you realize that there always lies hope.You realize that there was a time when could smile at the sun, act funny with your pals and laze around on the beach and do whatever you wanted to do.But you also realize that that was not long before.You still can do all that, if only you believe that you can do so.

I realized that despite the fact that you grow old, since that's what life is meant to be, you always have that tiny embers of innocence buried somewhere in you, which shall never die out. You don't know where it is, but it is there, and you live your life on. :)

When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.” 
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind