If Only We Could Hear

“Who am I? Does anyone really have the answer? I may be a dream, a fantasy, a wish and sometime, even a reality. A reality of what you experience. An experience that tastes better than nothing else, that leaves you perplexed by the magical outcome it brings. The experience of being different, the power of taking risk. All of these experiences and risks give you what I am. I may just even be a sense of belonging within you.

I am your inner strength; I am your ability to succeed where you attempt to, but not where I want you to go. I always want you to go where you should, not where everyone else asks you to. What pleasure do you get? Does it make you happy to be the regular, like everyone else? You succeed either way because I always wish you do. I wish you remain happy no matter what. Always remember, I am with you whenever you wish to choose a direction you have never been towards. I am with you when you need the love that allows you to let go, to embrace and to endure.  You are my expression and I wish I had the ability to be yours.

I am your inner voice; I am your words put to your thoughts when you wish to express. I am your ideas you always thought would help you succeed. I am your sense of protest, your sense of anarchy, your sense of fighting for your right and your sense of knowing what is right and what is not. But why is it that you do not care? Why is it that the world still runs in shambles and the powerful are never dethroned? Be informed, I am by your side when you hear my plead to rise to the occasion; I will fall with you, when you fall.

I am your inner vision; the eye which sees no limits, no boundaries. The eye that yearns for your freedom. Freedom, not from tyranny, oppression or annihilation, but from being morose. Freedom from exasperation, into a new world of delight, beauty and love. A happy day, a happy life is all what you seek and what you deserve. But why do you fear? Why do you fear happiness? Is it not because you are in a group, where you feel you might be lost. Lost far, far away from where you cannot be recognized. Where you are only a star, left unnoticed. Be not mistaken, I hope the same for you. I hope for us to win and win delightfully.

I am your dreams; what you set your goal to, what your mind sets itself to. The dreams you seek, the dreams you see. I am a bit of both. What you feel you cannot achieve, I try to push you for. I believe I can get you there, I show you that you can get there. Do you never notice? I am your inner mirror of erised. I seek what you seek, do not lose hope, as I do not wish you to.

Who am I? Have you not noticed, I was with you and now I am only hopeful for you? Why do you give up so easily? It may be easy for you, but not for me. You are my only friend, and I wish to stay true to you, always. Forget not, you may lose faith in everyone, but you must never, in yourself. There might only be a handful that would be selfless for you at times, I choose to be constant. I am your inner sense, I am your companion, I am your ability to win this battle, this battle called life. I believe in remaining happy, for it is not your own fight, but it is our own, we are in this together. I am the road you never take, and I wish you did for it can bring to you what you have always wanted. If you are not taking that road, you are not taking a risk. If there is no risk, there are no chances, and if there are no chances, then there is no life worth living. Go out there, take the path less trodden, drive behind the wheel the toughest, rise above those who are beneath, rise to those who deserve to be put beneath, I am with you. Always.”

-          Things our sub-conscious can never say to us. If only we could hear. 

Yellow For Seth

Seth Lane, a five year old kid was born without a proper immune system and has had to be kept in a sterile, isolated world of his own, or the 'bubble' to protect him from germs and bacteria. Since he was born with no immune system and has no way of fighting any form of infection, only a second bone marrow transplant can help him as the first could not succeed. All he can do is live in his isolated bubble to survive at the moment.

A few days ago, the kid's mother posted a video of him on YouTube asking the world to don his favorite color to raise awareness of severe combined immunodeficiency disorder (SCID), which he was diagnosed with at 5 months old.

It is a move to not only spread smiles for the little kid but also spread awareness about SCID.

All over the world, people are showing their support by wearing or displaying his favorite color, yellow. The little boy smiles away and asks the internet for a little request.

I may not be wearing yellow here but I wished to do my bit of letting this little kid know he is not alone, please do a little from your side too.

We love you, Seth!

#YellowForSeth

You can meet the little boy here : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Omj6WVUgzSQ
Or read more about him at : https://ourlittlehero.wordpress.com/

Lone Ranger

Hi guys, recently tried out a little play of words, clicked this picture  and just had a little thought process running, hope you like it.

Oh lone ranger in the sky,
upto where do your wings fly.
You are free in this world,
do not let life pass you by.

It isn't easy to let go
true,
but aren't the toughest times,
those that reveal the bravest
minds.

Funny that I say,
free you are
But is that not essentially
what you are not?


Where do we find solace
the most?
The hills, the beach, the home
You cannot say, as
for each, it is their own.

Although there is one
where none object,
to be left alone
or even with souls.

As it is which,
where you do not own
where you are
or where you can be.

Where is it
you ask?
what is it
you wonder?

Have you ever moved,
point to point?
And ever wondered,
why?

Nowhere, we name it so
it is where you are, and
where a living soul
would wish to be summoned.

Nowhere,
where one isn't at point.

Nowhere,
where they wonder,
while
they wander.

Nowhere,
where one loves to be,
only to enjoy
the journey.

Nowhere
where you are
and we blabbering souls
 are not.

We fight, we prowl
only so we can be
be
nowhere.

It brings out
the best of us,
only so we can feel alive
among the rest of us.

You do not have to let go,
oh lone ranger,
you are not human,
you do not bind yourself
among lost souls.

Lucky,
you are.
You are free in this world,
do not let life pass you by.

Last seen at 'I don't think you give a shit about me'.

My professor recently said, 'Absence breeds a certain kind of love.' He said the more you are taken away from something, the more you feel you want it and it makes you realize how much you actually love it. But is it true anymore to say that? Does absence breed love or does it eradicate the love because it isn't in front of your eyes or maybe because we have simply found better love?

You know, it's funny how subjectivity works, how sometimes what we believe is right has to be right and we cannot take into account what someone else has to offer. Selfishness now seems to look as if it's a virtue more than a problem towards an individual. It is simple, if you are selfish enough to ruin yourself and not ruin the loved ones around you, you certainly are the best. You let go of ten lovable things in  life just so you can retain that one that may just be 5% or even 50% more valuable, and trust me you are gold. Why? Because that one singular thing will make sure you lose so much if you do not retain it.
And that is exactly what we fear, don't we? Losing that one thing that makes us a tad bit happier.

So what if we lose? We perhaps lose that extra happiness of everyday. We lose that bit of joy everyday. We may even lose that bit of contentment each day. And that is the fear that saves us, the fear of losing all of this. That is exactly what keeps us going. We don't give up on an X thing just because that thing assumes we don't want it anymore. There is a reason fear exists, to help us, to keep us going. Yes, we may argue that this fear when utilized leads us to take everything for granted, but that's the misconception. Fear when come in with the subjectivity it bases its premise on from the context, instills the love and dear want for us to get X so very bad that we let go of fear completely.

I do not completely like technology, not everything about it, simply because it ruins relationships. Any and every kind. (No, it's not when auto-correct sends b*tch instead of glitch at times). 25 years ago, if a man loved a woman, he'd have to make every effort possible to make sure he stays in touch with the woman or else he will lose her. What resources did man have? A telephone maybe? Of course a paper and pen but that would not be enough now, would it. But despite all of that, a man and a woman would trust each other for as long as they could, believe in each other for as long as they could just so they could be together, if not lovers but even if two individuals as friends. This would, if nothing else, at least make their love grow fonder because they would have believed in it way too much.
Now, you do not reply to one  message and boy you are screwed. Friendship? Over. Why is that? Is it because it is easier to communicate? Is it because it is cheaper? Or is it simply because our subjectivity of friendship has grown so much that we cannot stick to one or can we not have simple patience anymore?

Funny story when this actually had to happen that a man wanted to marry a woman and he had to wait for a certain amount of time before he could convince his family to give it a green light simply because the girl was not of the same caste, and this is almost two decades gone by. Today, one has to choose between convincing the family (IF they object, of course) and convincing the girl that the family will be convinced.

I'm not a famous writer, I'm not even a famous blogger and I know I haven't written anything much that might make sense but I just pose this question that I really wish someone could help me with. Why do friendships not last anymore despite best efforts of some? Why do we need to keep trying and trying and trying to sustain a relationship? Why is it difficult to be good? And why is it that despite saying it out loud can we not actually listen to our hearts?


Does absence breed a certain kind of love or does absence disallow you to love at all?

Point hona chahiye.

So it's been quite a while when I had written my first post. (Not going to give bahanaas, thank you very much.)

Firstly, a very Happy New Year to anyone reading this. I hope you're still left with at least one resolution still to be broken. February ke liye bhi kuch chodd do varna bura maan jayega.

So, my first ever blog post had a comment which said, or rather asked, "What is the point you're trying to make?" and it is only last week, my dad sent me this tweet which said, "Nothing will ruin your 20's more than thinking you should have your life together already."

It's perhaps these two statements that I mostly wish to write about this time. It's about how both are from completely different contexts, from different origins, but ultimately they sum up to make complete sense about our lives these days.

Come to think of it, what we're doing these days is running into our 20s or even late teens for that matter, trying to figure out why everything is messed up, while at the same time we don't hesitate to let ourselves go out there.

Every morning we wake up to go to college, despite 10 failed attempts at the alarm, on the 11th, we step out, there is something new that awaits, we're going out there. We may hate our colleges as for more than half of us, these are not even the places that were on our list we wished we'd end up at, but that's the harsh truth which the tweet told me earlier. Life is not meant to be together already. I don't deny the fact that we might face death tomorrow, but at the same time, it's much easier to believe that there is a lot more time left for us, ain't it? If you think about it, 10 years from now, most of us were little tiny children aiming for the skies (mostly aiming to reach skies with cricket balls) and now here we are, all grown up and ready to aim for the skies again, although with a different perspective. That's how it has been, how it took so many years to change so much. 

As we set out on a new day everyday, we don't realize but we actually go out to the world as equal as a million others, wanting to aspire for more. Despite all of the gloomy, uninspiring lives we may have, I'm quite sure if you ask yourself, there really is a tiny bit of you inside that still wants to conquer the world. And as we keep looking out for that, we try to do our little bits to do something. We learn, we write, we like/comment, we listen, we watch, we play and while we do this, even in the minutest of spheres we are generating our thoughts and opinions. If not publicly, then at least inside of us.

Combine the two things, the fear of having the perfect life but at the same time remembering that even a few years is a lot of time AND the fact of having our own independent thought of constantly trying to prove or defy something. Our everyday is all about using the thought process we can excel in to be able to keep our hopes alive.
When even in small things we laugh about how amazing our friends are, it gives us hope that we have people to support us. When at instances we make a point on Facebook, Twitter or a classroom discussion, the little bit of a thinker keeps our dream of reaching out alive. Even at times when we are clicking selfies or posting on Instagram, the little imaginator in us remains alive. All of these small things are what matter and probably might just be the key to help us get through. It's what keeps me going, I hope you relate to it similarly.

I thank and appreciate the two comments from last week. And to answer one of them I say there isn't any point I'm trying to make. I'm just letting it out to keep my little abilities to write, opinionate and think, alive.

I feel point kya hona chahiye ya kya nahi chahiye doesn't matter, bas, point hona chahiye.

Until next time.