Broken

We are all helpless, shattered souls, living in a world of misery.
 More often than not, we don't know who we are or the purpose of our existence.
 We recognize ourselves based on the opinion of our peers and family.
 We begin to lose our self-identity and self-worth.
How important is it to appear in the good books of others?
To be approved by Society?
Why is it that we lose our inner soul to people who claim to be our so called 'soul mates'?
 No one knows what one is like from within. Everyone is flawed.
We have no right to judge why people act the way they do, for there is a reason behind everything. Even though it might be unknown to the rest of the world.
 Circumstances force us to change and make us people we don't want to be.
Who would have imagined  a day like this would come.
A day where confessing seems to be the only outlet to get rid of this horrible, tormenting feeling.

On RAPES AND MORE..

                                           

We live in a so called ‘democracy’ where everyone is given a chance of  expressing their views and opinions ,yet none of it is actually taken into consideration or spurred  into action.We live in a society which is so unsafe for women that even stepping out of the house now seems like an extensive task.We live in a country so rich in tradition, where women are deemed to be ‘goddesses’ but in reality are not given the respect they deserve.We live in a world filled with hypocrites.

The recent rapes have created a surge of panic throughout the country but nothing has been done so far.To say the least,all the hype lasts only for a week after which it vanishes and we forget about the entire incident,or rather try to.And the families of the victims enter a never-ending cycle of striving for justice.(Sadly the case in India)

We have become so accustomed to the word ‘rape’ that whenever we read any article in the newspaper regarding it,we turn insensitive.Psychologists term this as ‘narcotisation’-wherein a  heavy dosage of negative news such as rapes or robberies portrayed on the front page of papers make users immune to the shock of such deviant action by wrong doers.It’s not that we don’t care,it’s just that we know we are helpless and can’t do anything about it. Campaigns are held after every heinous crime committed,but honestly speaking,what good does it do?Probably creates more awareness ,that’s all.It is extremely frustrating how everyone is so  easily let out on bail,irrespective of the  intensity of the crime committed.When will things change?When will we get answers?No one knows.

As unlikely as this might  sound,I just hope to see a brighter,happier future with a reduction in crime rate.I have nothing more to say.

This is a beautiful short film that I think everyone must watch.

Putting the jigsaw pieces back together

Being 'content'. The word has different connotations for different people. We are so occupied with our lives,so overpowered by ambition that we forget how to live. We lose opportunities and try to gain them back. We enter a constant cycle of struggle.Life is a series of journeys,they say. We are always trying to get somewhere ,without knowing what we really desire. But how many of us are actually happy during the transition period?How many of us have 'been there' and 'done that' when we really wanted to?

And then one fine day...

The scattered jigsaw puzzle falls back in place. The shattered pieces of glass are glued back together. The black clouds finally fade , giving way to a ray of light. You have just found a prudent solution to the major identity crisis you've been dealing with for several years. Monday morning blues cease to exist because you completely adore your work. Your 'monotonous' routine is now replaced by 'adventurous'. You are no more conscious of what people think about you.You have found a purpose and direction and the world seems like a far better place. You sleep well at night and have dreams that brighten up your day. The little things in life bring you immense joy. For instance,finding an unexpected piece of cake in your fridge.
Serendipity. Bliss. These are words that govern your life now.

If this is the case, you, dear reader,  are in the process of pursuing happiness. And if not,you need to find a way of getting there real soon.
Dare to dream and face reality,because no one can build your story but you, yourself. So you might as well build a good one.

-Varuna

Benefit Of Doubt ?

She ran through the dark alley and stopped for breath. It was around 1:00 a.m. Her cellphone was dead and she didn't know whom to contact. The only thing running through her mind was whether she would be alive tomorrow. Whether she would be able to live a peaceful,happy life like she had always imagined. Right now her life was at stake and little did she know what was in store for her. After collecting her thoughts,she decided to take the subway to 49 Wellington street. Perhaps she'd be able to find someone who could help her there?

She heard the footsteps approaching her. It got louder with every passing moment. With her heart in her throat,she mustered up the courage to start running again. Her heels were aching. She was exhausted after a long day at work. She only wished she had left her workplace a little earlier with her peers. She wouldn't have to go through this ordeal then. As she began to lift her bags off the ground,she saw the shadow of a man being cast on the wall. He was well-built.There was no way she would be able to fight him. She had lost all hope and was pretty sure this was going to be her last day.

He  paced forward. She kept moving away. He had a bewildered look on his face. He finally broke the deafening silence."Madam, I suppose this is your purse?You dropped it on the way."

As unlikely as this might seem in the real world,I think sometimes,just sometimes, we need to keep an open mind and look beyond what we really see.The world might not be that bad a place after all.

Superficiality

Frustrated,unhappy and highly disillusioned.

She woke up one day only to find herself in tears. "People are terrible,and bad things happen all the time", her mother had warned her on many occasions.She  never really thought there would come a day when she would be experiencing it herself.

We as humans,have an innate tendency of clinging onto  things or people that do us no good .We find it so difficult to think beyond them.Our mind is always pre-occupied with thoughts that are redundant ,thoughts which have no purpose,but still find a way of creeping into our brains,giving us sleepless nights.

People around  are always going to be insecure,insensitive and obscure.They will do literally anything (and when I say ANYTHING,I really mean it )to make you feel inferior and unworthy.There are times where you might feel exceptionally lonely,lost in thought and living in a world of your own,oblivious to your surroundings and everything in it.Trust me,that's normal.Do you feel like you don't fit in with the rest of  "them"? It's alright,great people never do.You might have committed some serious mistakes while judging people or while making friends,but that's fine as long as you have the courage to rectify and realize your fault.Somehow there is always a facade,a superficial veil that hangs around  a person which gives you a completely different impression about them.In reality however,they turn out to be the complete opposite and  probably even the biggest hypocrites.

Attachment kills,because change is so constant.As pessimistic as I may sound,these people will never change.The best possible solution is to move on ,letting go of all the memories.

LOVE

The only reason I’m writing on something as cliché as love is because I've been watching a lot of chick flicks off late. And undoubtedly, it got me thinking  what love actually is all about. These four letters are so powerful that they tend to evoke some kind of emotion in each and every one of us,no matter how small it might be.Feelings so special, which  we've probably never felt before.

 People say that love begins with friendship .That opposites attract each other and all that.The point being,people say and always will say a lot of things.But it is up to you to decide what you really want from someone,right?Communication is something that matters a lot.

Anyway,I've  jumped to four conclusions that I believe are imperative-

~Love is all about being there for someone when he/she needs you the most.~

~When you love someone,that person should be able to bring out that side of you that the world has been  completely unaware of.In other words,your best side or maybe even your worst.~

~Love is being able to be who you are no matter what.Changing  for someone you love is a big NO. Being brutally honest with yourself is essential.~

~If a relationship has to be a secret,you shouldn't be in it.~
 

Love is much more than sharing the same taste in music or sipping coffee together

It is much more than expressing your views on topics or sharing happiness and sadness

It is something that is deep,a feeling that has no bounds and is unfathomable.

Love, not because you have to but because you want to.
Love, not as a compulsion but as an option.
Love, because you know the world is going to fall apart soon.
Love ,because sometimes it's all you're meant to do.

He said,”We’re all a little weird.And life is a little weird.And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours,we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness-and call it love-true love”

-Varuna 

A sentimental Note

She stood on the ground where she  once created history.
She also stood on the ground where she  lost one of her closest friends.
At 18,she was an ecstatic young football player who had not only won accolades for her game but was also estimated to be one of the best players of her times.
However, the death of a dear one was a loss too heavy to bear, and the impact,even heavier.
She swore that she would never get back to the field.She couldn't handle the emotional trauma and the memories that would haunt her if she ever played again.

She had absolutely no idea  how to react to happiness and sadness at the same time,on the very same day.It was all new to her.On one hand,she had advanced her team to victory and  on the other,she had lost her confidant and her source of moral support.

Three years down the line,she happened to meet one of her team mates who tried convincing her to get back. "So,the fighter is running away now?She asked.To which the girl immediately retorted saying "Yes,I'm running,because sometimes, that's all you can do."

These are the kind of moments that influence our life,and the course it wishes to take.We need to understand  that our lives are scripted in a book called 'Fate' over which we have little or no control.We fail to accept reality the way it is.We run away because we think that's the only possible solution.
What we don't realize is that everything happens for a Reason.