Choices- GU#2

This is the second post in my series GROWING UP. Check Here for more details.


The one thing that marks the beginning of adulthood is making choices. As a teenager the only choice you’ve to make is between your beautiful black dress or that pretty pink one. But as an adult you’ve to make relationship choices. You have to choose your Government and even the vendor to buy groceries from.

Moreover you can no longer look for people to guide you. (And if you do you end up in despair)

Quite often these decisions are conflicting. Family versus dream job or career. The latter one wins as per the need of the hour (atleast that what we tell ourselves).

Mother’s nurturing lap
Extended 10 minute nap
Exclusively sibling rap
‘Only BFF thing’ crap
All of them are hard to wrap
When you have to move to ASAP
At another point in life’s map


So as an adult what has been the most difficult choice you’ve made? Did you get it right? Do share in the comments.

Pic : Jon Tyson

 

 

 

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Acceptance-GU#1

This is the first post in my new series called ‘Growing Up’
Check this post for more details on the same.


I had expected quite a lot in my Board results- more than I could actually score. Marks don’t matter they say, but what about coming up to the expectations you have from yourself or those of others around you? Now the question is why couldn’t I score as much as I’d expected? Who was responsible for the same?

As this was the first thing that happened to me as I turned 18, the foremost learning as an adult was-

Whatever happened to me, happened because of me
Whatever is happening, is so because of me
I know what to do with my life
I know where to reach
And how to reach there
If I didn’t get something, that was because of me
And if I got something, that too was partially because of me
I am working in such a way that things turn out my way
But I also accept them if they don’t…


So the first thing I learnt as an Adult is to own the responsibility for the things that happen in my life rather than simply looking for someone to pass the blame on.

Welcome Adulthood

Hey people!!

It has been such a long time I talked to you. So much has been happening lately.

My Board exams are over (one of the biggest milestones in India). And yesterday CBSE surprised (or maybe shocked) us all by releasing the Board results way too early. So I performed pretty well, less than I had expected though (inevitable human expectations you see).

And last week I turned 18 ( yippee) which changes my official status from a TEEN to an ADULT.

Being an adult was something I long awaited. I’ll get a driving license and a voter ID card (and people thinking of me as somewhat responsible)

But suddenly I miss my teenage. I loved emanating those TEENAGE VIBES- being all carefree, zealous, adventurous, ambitious and full of mood swings.

My super recent adulthood, however, compels me to hush up my illogical thoughts, conceal my whimsical emotions, hold back my out-of-the-world kind of fantasies and wishes and make my nonsensical humour all dormant.

I wonder why adults have created such a dreadful image of themselves (according to me atleast) brimming with monotony, artfulness, ego centrism and responsibilities.

If being so makes one adult, I’m still a teenager and will always love to be one. (Plus I get to keep pink as my favourite colour :))

So, as I’m stepping into an entirely new world, I’ve decided to start with a new series called ‘Growing Up’ wherein I’ll post whatever my Adulthood will teach me in the form of short write-ups.

Since I’m naive in this new world your views on this series and all its posts are highly solicited.

Till then see you!!


Pic by Andrea Mininni

Tuxedo

It’s getting cold now
The evening growing dusky
Sky exhibiting all shades of darkness
Breeze harbouring petrichor
The one you loved
Tinkling my hair
The way you did
Moist green leaves
Lying on the muddy ground
And crimson flowers
Blooming on the trees
Nests cradling cheery birds
Coming back to their tiny chics
Only two stars visible above
Twinkling and staring down
Perhaps trying to cheer me up
By listening to my silent songs
Things seem calm
Tranquil
Everything around yet something missing
And here I am
Sitting
In your Tuxedo

The One Departed (II)

The dreadful day is back
Crystal clear
As if it happened yesterday
The fear incapacitating my mind
An uncanny sensation
His body stiffened and became pale
He lay there
Clouded by people around
The ones who met him every day
And those who couldn’t manage
To meet him
While he was alive
I couldn’t see
His brown eyes
For they were closed now
Strangely my feet quivered
To go near him
The way others did
Faces as white
As the shroud above him
Mourns and cries floating around
Words left unsaid
Regrets for things said…

Exactly two years from then
Things have changed
But it feels as if that day is back
The same silent evening
Darkness pervading
Maybe that’s what makes people different
From things
PEOPLE CAN NOT BE REPLACED


The One Departed

Quotes Tag

One of the most adorable bloggers The Cereus Florus has nominated me for the Quotes Tag. Do check out her wonderful write ups if you haven’t.

The rules are simple. The nominee can put up quotes from novels, poetries, songs, etc. which have inspired him/her in some way or the other, at some point of his/her life or career, or both. The nominee would be given the discretion to do whatsoever they want to do in the post; he/she can structure the post in his/her own way. The only rule is to put up your favourite quotes and nominate others for the tag!


Emily Weiss

“Empowerment is the buzzword in industry. But I don’t like that word. People are already powerful. All we need to do is help them unlock their power.”

Muniba Mazari

“Be kind to yourself. Only then you can be kind to others. If someone’s absence makes you better, cherish their absence. It’s always a blessing in disguise.”

Howard Schultz

“Dream more than others, think practical
Expect more than others, think possible
Care more than others, think wise.”

Casey Brown

“No one will pay you what you’re worth. They’ll only pay you what you think you are worth. And you control their thinking.”

Claudia Clan

“We are all born with natural gifts and our purpose, our job is to find out what.”

Malavika Varadan

“A conversation is like reading a book. And every person is a really good book. We are not abridged versions to be boiled up in 140 characters and catchy headlines. We are entire human stories? We deserve more from each other. So what are you going to do in this world called the Library? Look around at the hardbound copies and read the titles?Or actually reach out for a book, open a page and start reading a story? You decide…”

Robert Frost

“The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep.”

Pablo Neruda

“So I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.

And here’s by Anonymous

“The world is not a fairy tale my dear
Leaving a shoe won’t get you a Prince
Try leaving your foot prints instead
And wait for a wanderer to follow”


My nominies

Pia

B.

The Rendezvous Club

Shantanu Baruah

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Radhika

The Girl in Red

Every murmur in the wedding hall dropped dead
As she stepped in looking so beautiful in red

Suddenly all the charming lilies started looking frail
And all the lovely lavenders at once became pale

Placed in the garland that interdigitated her hair
With those white jasmine aromatic turned the air

Not even the sublime ocean with high rising foam
Had ever seemed to be such a divine epitome

From the dew drops on a crimson rose’s realm
Had perhaps she got her angelic charm

A feast to the eyes, it was such an ethereal sight
So son, that’s how your mother looked at our wedding night

 

The Park (final part)

Please read The park (Part 1) and The Park (Part 2) before you go for this one


She felt horrified now
A shiver ran through her spine
All she could do was pray and bow
Wishing her to be fine

She saw her slippers just then
The pink ones with cute dolls
So, she was behind the bench
That wasn’t funny at all

Finding her at last she wheezed
And paced towards her
Maybe she has fallen asleep
Must be tired, My Silly Girl

As soon as there she reached
She saw a terrible sight
“Stand up love”, she beseeched
Not ready to accept her plight

Savouring joys of childhood
It had her treasurable hours
Now nothing her chirpy voice could say
Only who spoke were her scars

Mom I thought this park to be
So lovely, calm and safe
But no one ever told me
That here I could be raped


 

The Park (Part 2)

I recommend you to read The park (Part 1) before you go for part 2…


Suddenly mother’s face turned pale
and she picked up her sac
There had risen a ghastly gale
She decided to call her back

As she opened the squeaky gate
Searching her on slides and roundabout
She started cursing her fate
When she was nowhere to be found

Maybe she is hiding again
Playing her childish prank
Which drove the mother insane
With fear her heart sank

The game was enough for now
She called her aloud
Darkness made it even tough
She looked everywhere around

Savouring the joys of childhood
It had her treasurable hours
Inseparable it was from her
Like the moon from its stars


What happened next? Could the mother find her? Please read The Park (final part) to know.

Till then take care. See you next time😊

The Park (Part 1)

She must have gone there again
In the nearby park
Playing on the toy train
Swinging the rusty arch

The mother was carefree
She would surely be there
Maybe climbed up on a tree
Or playing with sand somewhere

Whenever she had a fight
At school or at home
Be it early morning or night
She went there to roam

She used to play and walk and sit
She loved that park the most
No one could keep her away from it
Not even the hearsaid ghost

Savouring joys of childhood

It had her treasurable hours
Inseparable it was from her
Like the moon from its stars


What happened next? To know that please read The Park (Part 2)

Image by Annie Spratt