Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Simple happy blessings...


I first came across this beautiful word through a movie. And I fell in love.

The most unpredictable thing in this world is life. It moves on with its ups and down. One day it can be a boring routine. And the next minute, an exciting roller-coaster. And there are those moments, when we get those unexpected pleasant moments, which gives us a happy surprise. Those moments when you feel blessed, happy and even special. Those serendipity moments are the best. I had so much of such moments in my life. Love showed up in my doorway in a similar way. Wishes and blesses came to me like happy surprises.

Long before I lost a friend to death, and there are some moments when I miss that person like so much. Before it goes on for long, I’ll get a call from one of our mutual friends, or someone from that person’s side or hear that one song we both like. For me those are serendipitous blessings.

That one moment when you are all ready to fight the villain thinking you are alone but when turned back you see all of your family standing beside. It was indeed a moment of serendipity for me.

When in college we were a gang of six girls. We laughed, learned, ate and even fought together. There was even a period when we ignored a single one out of the five just because we were stupid. But years down the lane, when the college girls turned to young adults, we learned to forgive and let go of all the past and regain the magic of friendship. Now tomorrow she’s getting married. And that too, to the man boy (still a boy, looks like one too) who never gave up a chance to irritate any one of us, yet proved to be one reliable and strong personality. For me to share her happiness is a serendipitous blessing.  


Life is full of such accidental happy incidents. Appreciate them and make the most of those tiny moments.


P.S. To my friend who’s starting a new life tomorrow after waiting for years… You’re going to get so many of such blessed serendipitous moments all throughout your life. Make sure you identify them and cherish them and live those happy moments with so much joy. And be always beautiful inside and out. Stay happy and blessed always. 


Linking this post to BlogChatter’s prompt for the week.



Monday, January 23, 2017

Just Rambling ...


When you're not content with your life, even the slightest prickle triggers you.

That's what is happening with me for some time now. My mood changes in a snap of the finger just for the most trivial reasons. Maybe someone said something silly, someone talked too much, took so much of time, traffic, excess work, irritating bro, over concerned family … anything just anything can make me nasty now.

I had this undying passionate love for myself. I loved myself so much that I could make sure that I was happy no matter what. But now that's missing. I like me. But that's different and the intensity has reduced. I guess... I'm disappointed. I'm disappointed in myself. When I talk to anyone, positiveness will be oozing out from me. But deep down I'm this little girl who's lost in deep woods all alone. I don't want someone to come and rescue me. I want my inner strength and self-love to come out from its hiding and lead me out. I want that dislike-ness for everything and everyone around me to evaporate for good. I loved meeting new people. But now I have lost count of the postponed and ignored and passed on or even cancelled meetings/calls I had with my friends, new humans, clients or employees.

I know this will change.

It's just the time is not right for me. It’s just life is been a bit of a roller coaster ride. It’s just there’s too much in my plate now. It’s just I don’t have enough space to breathe now. It’s just so much of negative thoughts are clogging my mind.

Simply, it’s just life is taking a totally different unexpected bumpy route and that’s taking a toll on me.

But change is on the way. Or I'll plant as many beautiful plants and tress I can, all along that bumpy route.


Ok. I’m stopping here. God! I sound so depressing to myself. And this is one reason I don’t write anything here anymore. 

So to sum up:  

If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change your attitude. "

And I hope to do just the same.





Sunday, January 8, 2017

2017! Be Mine ...


2017!

It’s already a week into the New Year. And I honestly don’t know how I’ll describe last year. It has been really really long. It was not one of the worst, but yes, not the best. Some life changing decisions where taken, my blogging and reading took a backdrop, and my social circle got minimized yet some really close ones made sure to stay near, yet I had some of the best moments, like that beautiful sunrise in a new place.




As each year pass by, I recognize my inner strength, my zest for life, my aspiration for happiness and freedom. I realize that the more I try to move away from myself the more my inner Goddess pulls me in. 

So this year I aspire to be much more of myself.

This year  …

I seek more wisdom

More happiness

More words

More hope

More goodness

More strength

More peace

And more love. 



Linking this to BAR Wordy Wednesday. 


Thursday, November 10, 2016

Zindagi, You're Beautiful!


‘Dear Zindagi’!

My dear Zindagi … My dear life…

What a beautiful mess you’re? What all you have taken me to? What all you have made me endure?

But you know what? I always loved you, even when I hated you. All these years we have made so many infinite moments of smiles, tears, excitement, adventure, terror, fluttering heart, tickling tummy and every emotions that’s ever discovered. From a happy-go-lucky-girl to bold-stubborn to the present, you have taken me through everything.




12 years ago, I never for once thought at 27 this is how my life would be. At 15 when life looked so hopeful, filled with so much of promises, added with confidence and anything to do attitude, I thought, Yes! This is life. This is You. No tears, worries, losses, or anything bad. Then, it was all about aiming for the stars.

But down the lane, when I started to grow, I encountered everything. From good to best, bad to worse, flickering heart to heart break. Those were the days when I lost the love I had for you. And should say it lasted for long. There were times I just wanted to leave you and run far away, but the love you had for me was so strong that you never let me leave your side.

Those happy teen years when everything was happening so routinely happy with been everyone’s favorite to taking home good grades at the end of a decade. Then college happened with new faces, new lessons, first love and twinkling eyes between college fest and internals. Everything was so sure then. Couldn’t wait to make all those plans into reality. There you caught me. Giving me that absolute jerk like you were trying to wake me up from a trance. I literally saw all my plans falling down as if they were a card castle. I blamed you for that. Only you! But you pulled me near to you with a tight hug and taught me lessons I had to learn. Lessons about failure, patience, sacrifice, endurance, kindness and moreover filled my heart with a zest for you.  For some time in the past I regretted for the mistakes I have done, for not listening to my instincts but I realize it have made me who I’m today. And I firmly believe that whatever you send my way is for good.

At 15, I exactly knew what I wanted at my 20s, 30s and so on. But at 27, I have no idea what I want tomorrow. At 15 I thought you; life was so happy and colorful like a rainbow. But now I realize, you are indeed a rainbow, and the different colors portray the different emotions and experiences in life. And now at this moment, I may not be where I wanted to be... I may not be happy with all the decisions I took... I may not be having the job I dreamed of or the people I thought will be there.

But now I know you’re all about the journey, the experiences, doing mistakes, letting go and extending one hand to shake hands with new people yet holding the other one with people from your yesterdays, dreaming about the stars and living the untold journey. And I am happy doing that holding your hands. 

Thank you for all the smiles, scars, love and warmth. I am this because you believed in me.

Thank you, Zindagi.

I know there are so much more of you for me, waiting eagerly for that.

Love,

S.

“I am writing a letter to life for the #DearZindagi activity at BlogAdda


Friday, October 28, 2016

I love/hate you, Mom.


It’s said that that a girl’s best friend is her Mom. But not for me.

"Mom, I love you." This is something I have never said to my mom. I think we Malayalis lack this expressing their love in words. Anyways I do. Only once I have wished my mom on her birthday in FB with a picture and an elaborate message. After that I thought, I will never ever say this all this to my Mom in person, then why showing off? Then and there I stopped the FB PDA thing.

Growing up I was an NRI father's child. A small chunk of my childhood was in boarding and when I started my 10th; mom and siblings came to join me. From then us kids and mom were together. For me Mom was always a strict Mom. Extremely strict! She would scold me like anything if I did something or if marks turned out to be low or if some teachers complained about me or if I didn't obey her words or such normal stuffs. I was literally scared of her. I never said anything to her because I was scared of her reactions. It was known fact among my family that my favorite parent is my Dad. Because he never said No to me. Never raised his hands against or even scolded me. So obviously he will be favorite. I can't remember the number of times I have written "I hate you mom" in my diaries and scribbled it off and then tore it off too. I even started my blog only because mom read my dairies and even questioned regarding the same. I was never friends or even close with my mom.

But as years passed I began to understand her. She was all alone with three kids with no family around to help. And obviously she expected more from me since I’m the eldest. Thou not all the actions and reactions were justifiable for me, most of them were. Because the way she used to yell and be angry at me made me hate her so much and kept away from her. And actually whatever stupid things I did in life was because of that.

I know my Mom loved me the most. But that realization hit me in my mid-20s. She gave me so much of freedom, trusted me like no one else. The person I’m today is all because of her. I’m so much like her. Independent, stubborn, emotional, sensitive, hyper and don’t even ask me about the way I yell when my temper tips off.

We never understand our family when we’re young. Whatever they do and say turns out to be wrong for us then and even now at times. Maybe they’re not fully right. But they always wanted the best for us. When I was going through a hell-of-a-time, when literally everyone around me misunderstood me, only my Mom was with me. No matter what, at the end of the day they are with us, even if we want or not.

I love her. I hate her. Ultimately I love her. It just goes on and off. And I believe that’s how beautifully messy a Mother-Daughter relation can be.



P.S. This post is inspired from Rekha's latest post. Thanks to her.  Do check out her post. 





Monday, October 24, 2016

Dream and Live


This too shall pass.

I know that, this too shall pass and I have to strong in the meanwhile. But sometimes the positiveness just oozes out from me pushing in the darker zones of my mind and mood. Everything happens for good, and I really really do believe that. But there are moments when I just want everything to be just perfect. And the impatience for allowing time to take care just doesn’t seem to be digested.

These days I open up my Blog and stare at the blank page thinking what to write. I am so blank for months. So much is happening yet nothing seems worth mentioning. My reading, writing, socializing everything came to a real dull point. Can’t remember the number of times my friends have been bugging about the same. So grateful for such beautiful souls around me.

I have got some strong instincts and they are right always every time. But unfortunately I never listen to them. I always chose the opposite road, and later on regret for the same. “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.” says J K Rowling.  You can’t live on just dreams and ignore all the chances universe gives to you to achieve those dreams. You have to walk towards that rather than pull your face away from them.

Make sure you dream, but trust yourself and make double sure you walk towards them too. 



Linking this to #FridayReflections at Write Tribe






Sunday, August 7, 2016

To You ...


Hey,

You know something? That life is really beautiful. It's a beautiful mess. I know it has been really hard for you (at least you think so). And you have been criticizing and pointing figures at yourself for long. Rather than appreciating your goodness, why you have to dig out the flaws and make it bigger than life itself?

Woman! You always push others forward. There's a word of positive for that friend of yours no matter what. Then why none of those for you? Why you have to compare yourself with whole world and tag as a failure? When you have the ability and confidence to rule your life as you like, why give up for some trivial matters.

Yes. Someone will be fairer/tanned than you. Slimmer/built than you. Someone else will be more educated or in a better position in their career. Another one will be having the perfect family. And there will another one who's more artistic or talented or influential or sophisticated than you. But, there's none like you! 

There's just a single you in this world.

I know everything may not look good now. You'll be struggling to breathe each moment with the burden on your shoulders. But, I promise ... This is just momentary. This will pass on. And you'll be proud of yourself tomorrow for not giving up today.

So stay strong for yourself. Always


Love.



Linking this to BAR-A-THON by Blog-A-Rhythm Day 7 Prompt – Promise (to yourself/someone else)