Had I seen this prompt a year back, I would have had to search for something to write about. However, this year I can think of a hundred things that rejuvenate me every single day. The most awesome thing being that this is not a hyperbole.
Well, I started teaching elementary school children this year. I teach Grade 2 and have the pleasure of interacting with 36 adorable souls every single day. It comprises of a lot of hard work but the payment is in the form of pure love from the kids.
Recently, one of my kids gave me a letter in the class! It said, “she gives love.”
I have never received anything like this before. It was so amazing, it felt so good. I can’t describe that feeling. I think somethings are meant to be felt. 😀
In case you didn’t know, you couldn’t tell, or you haven’t heard…
If you’re reading this right now on a phone or computer, you’re rich.
If you have somewhere to go today, you’re connected.
And if there is anyone, anywhere, who for any reason knows where you are at this moment, you’re loved.
Dang, you just keep acing time and space.
P.S. And if you’re reading this in bed… You’re 100 years ahead of your time. Snooze, please.
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Source: A Note From The Universe
Advice for the Young Child
Not now, just wait.
I’m trying to work
and I can’t think straight.
Don’t drop that cup.
You’ll spill all the milk –
I’ll have to clean up
Don’t run ahead.
You’re too fast for me,
walk slower instead.
You play too rough.
It’ll all end in tears
and I’ve had enough.
You’re dreaming again!
You won’t pass that test;
what will you do then?
Advice for the Adolescent
Please use your voice.
Give your opinion
or you won’t get a choice.
Stop stressing out.
Must live a little;
stop living in doubt.
Pick up your speed!
You must try harder
or you won’t take the lead.
Don’t be their prey.
If you don’t fight back
you’ll just fade away.
where you could go.
If you never dream
then you’ll never know.
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In response to Daily Prompt: ‘Wheel’
Wheel (of Time),
That tries to Conceal
And often Heal
The pain that we Feel
Makes us Kneel,
And, tries to Reveal,
Our Achilles’ Heel
“The great thing about new friends is that they bring new energy to your soul.”
From me to you. ❤
To that one late evening, you offered to stay in late to keep me company,
To all the times when you noticed that I was getting isolated because of the nature of my work,
To that website review meeting when you ensured that I feel included,
To the times when you read up everything I sent you and asked me questions –
that’s pretty rare,
To the assessment reviews,
when you introduced me to awesome technology related things,
To your Cyber Security workshop that scared the hell out of me and you promised that you would never abuse your knowledge (unless I abuse mine!),
To the cafeteria discussion where I learnt so much about the business world,
To the challenging problems you assigned to me,
To all the candid discussions we had over lunch, partner!
To the website content creation where I got to know you for ‘you,’
To all the times when I wondered if I deserve this level of trust from you
Of course, I do. I am awesome. :p ,
To all the beautiful conversations we had on the office terrace,
To the homework that is still pending,
To someone whose experiences never fail to amaze me,
To someone who is humble, sweet, and extremely courteous,
To someone whose intentions I never have to second guess,
To someone who I can talk to nineteen to dozen and yet, manage to listen,
To someone who put in an honest effort to become friends,
To someone who looks out for me, stands up for me,
and makes my life a little better! 🙂
To someone who keeps his promises. Always.
They say that it does not take long to become friends when you meet the right kind of people. You entered my life when I had already decided that I do not want new friends. Well… This is me wishing you all the very best in life.
It keeps me safe.
In response to Daily Prompt: treasure
To Sunday Rescue Missions and WhatsApp video calls,
To the Klepto moments and helmet issues,
To the lamest of the jokes that we ‘both’ crack- you are still the king, though!
To the time I fell off the bus and you took me to the hospital and you cried while they gave me an injection,
To the time you overslept and forgot to drop me off at Majestic- you have been tortured enough for that I guess,
To all the times when you cooked me food – and days when you packed my tiffin box,
To the basketball court conversations and TEDx awesomeness,
To the times I finished your assignments for you and somehow, you scored more than me (you still owe me pasta!),
To Smurfs and The Conjuring and the great ticket mix up,
To the rickshaw memories and the auto feeling,
To Blossoms, the books, and Rumi (Btw, Rumi writes about God- not samne wali khidki :p )
To the wax hearts and tissue paper notes,
To Indian Coffee House and Bangalore Literature Festival,
To the blue sweater and orange flavoured candies,
To the Ooty chocolates and flowers – can still be found in my dictionary,
To all the times we sneaked out and went off the radar,
To the built-in ‘bro’ I found in you!
I had no evidence
for nights spent
sleepless with you
no hickeys, no bruises
no selfies, no polaroids
just bags and bags
of dreams and sighs
I had none of their
I had insecure poetry
in thank-you notes and apologies
I have no blue shirt
with a mountain dust
of bareback and memories
I have sarees, many sarees
that bleed in green
you haven’t even seen
I have countless objects and things
that have absolutely nothing
to do with you
nothing to prove
when they ask if we do
lovers travel in twos
why when the town leaves you
why I stay in my room?
in books, in roses,
in postcards, in magnets
they search for truth
else its a waste of youth
their love cannot accommodate
a love of equal weight
if the other isn’t a lover
how can you two be together?
I have given up in vain
if there is not love nor pain
longing and joy of more than one
how can they say there is none?
let me rest your investigatory
I assure you, this is a love story.
I love him, he can’t love me this is all there is
this is all there is
There are a lot of misconceptions about Psychiatrists and the way we practice, mainly because our sphere of medicine is so vastly different from that of any other medical specialty (and yes, I have an MD!) Here are a few thoughts I hope will help you understand us and our field a little better.
1) Yes, we all have clocks in our offices. We watch the time to pace ourselves, not because we want the session to be over. Many times I am checking the clock to make sure I have enough time left to cover all the things we need to before the session ends.
2) We are only slightly weirder than you are. The main thing that sets us apart from “normal people” is our ability to tolerate long pauses in conversation. It can feel awkward, but it’s also what makes us good at our job.
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“You must understand and appreciate the extremes because when the contrast is lost we lose appreciation.
And then we lose the value of everything.”
Have you ever loved someone
But knew they didn’t care?
Have you ever felt like crying
But Knew you’d get nowhere?
Have you ever looked into their eyes
And said a little prayer?
Have you ever looked into their hearts
And wished that you were there?
Have you ever felt their heartbeat,
When the lights were turned down low?
Have you ever whispered “God, I love You”
But you’ll never let me show?
So do not fall in love, my friend,
You’ll hurt before it’s through.
I ought to know, my friend –
I fell in love with you.
I found this poem few years back. I love it. Hope you like it too.
For me, aimlessness is you!
I don’t understand the things you did,
But I wished you know,
I loved you nevertheless
I can’t take your tiredness away,
But with every dish I scrubbed,
I wanted to ease your burden
I can’t take your anger away,
But with every floor I mopped,
I showed you I cared
I can’t take your bitterness away,
But with every cake I baked,
I hoped to sweeten your day
I can’t take your remorse away,
But with my last breath,
I forgave you
I can’t take your grief away
I can only hope
you find peace within.
“There’s no such thing as complete when it comes to stories. Stories are infinite. They are as infinite as worlds.” Kelly Barnhill
Every person that comes to your life brings out something new in you. Every person that leaves takes something away from you. Considering that there are many people in our lives at any given time. Living is complicated… Remembering yourself is a little difficult… but Life. Is. Simple.
Here are some perspectives that I echo.
Perspectives I admire…
Countless thoughts that they provoke…these always make me count my blessings. Twice. 🙂
These quotes make me feel alive. Enjoy! 🙂
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Singular Sensation.”
If you could have a guarantee that one, specific person was reading your blog, who would you want that person to be? Why? What do you want to say to them?
I don’t have any one person in mind. People…their names, faces, and key details of what I know them as flash in front of my eyes as I try reducing the list down to one.
I cannot. Rather I don’t want to cut it to one. I appreciate variety. I appreciate the chaos that comes with it. I love the vibrancy, complexity, different ideas and ideologies.
Or maybe because I can never be happy with one thing. I want more.
When a man tells me
I don’t believe him.
Instead, I relive my days in high school
When no matter how good I was
I was always the girl with a moustache
He doesn’t know what it’s like
to grow up in your maternal family
Where your body is the only one that
Proudly boasts of your father’s X
While your mother’s X sits back and pities
He doesn’t know the teenager
Who filled her corners with
Empty consolations of
Being loved for who she was- someday.
He doesn’t know hypocrisy.
He doesn’t know of the world that
tells you to ‘be yourself’
and sells you a fair and lovely shade card
in the same fucking breath
He doesn’t know of the hot wax and the laser
whose only purpose is to
replace your innocent skin
with its own brand of womanhood
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What commonly accepted truth (or “truth”) do you think is wrong, or at least seriously doubt? Why?
Silence is an expression of peace
Quietness, of tranquillity.
Something that has been imbibed,
but experience could never justify it.
Silence has always been painful,
portray things, I’d rather not see.
Quietness has been a curse,
with all that hurt and hatred inside!
Keeping mum doesn’t suffice,
behind the mask, I’m not nice.
Whining, pouting and screaming then help,
They really do protect what is at stake!
Silence is golden.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Super Sensitive.”
If you were forced to give up one sense, but gain super-sensitivity in another, which senses would you choose?
Eyes…twin pools of wonder…gateway to your heart and soul…They reflect your inner longings and hidden emotions!
Eyes are of different types…each set of eyes has something special about them…some are calm and peaceful while some are deep and speculative. Some are just plain cold while others are blazing. Some are kind yet stern and some are talkative but reluctant. Some welcome you instantly when others some shut you out forever!
All of them speak, they always side the truth. They betray your thoughts. Pretence is something they dislike. They convey everything you know and do not know! Just an honest glance at them and they tell you their tale of memories made and stories which haven’t fade.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Worldly Encounters.”
The friendly, English-speaking extraterrestrial you run into outside your house is asking you to recommend the one book, movie, or song that explains what humans are all about. What do you pick?
I am happy to hear that you want to know us the humans, when in fact, we barely understand ourselves. I cannot pick one single book that you can use to understand humanity. It is more of an experience if you ask me, however, I would recommend this book named “The Angel’s Game” by Carlos Ruiz Zafon.
I won’t give away the story because I would want you to experience it yourself. One of the reasons I like this book is that I can identify with one of the characters Isabelita Gispert, and the other is that I love the quotes. I simply love the way it is written by the author. I love the complexity and the philosophy in it.
- “Poetry is written with tears, fiction with blood, and history with invisible ink.”
- “We spend a good part of our lives dreaming, especially when we’re awake.”
- “Nothing important is learned; it is simply remembered.”
- “I turned you into a stranger in order to forget you and now I’m the stranger.”
- “It seems that in the advanced stages of stupidity, a lack of ideas is compensated for by an excess of ideologies.”
- “I think you judge yourself too severely, a quality that always distinguishes people of true worth.”
- “It’s the student who makes the teacher, not the other way around.”
- “Everything is a tale, Martin. What we believe, what we know, what we remember, even what we dream. Everything is a story, a narrative, a sequence of events with characters communicating an emotional content. We only accept as true what can be narrated.”
- “Whether we realise it or not, most of us define ourselves by opposing rather than by favouring something or someone. To put it another way, it is easier to react than to act.”
- “One is never wholly conscious of the greed hidden in one’s heart until one hears the sweet sound of silver.”
- “One can convert only a sinner, never a saint.”
- “You end up becoming what you see in the eyes of those you love.”
- “A Gentleman’s agreement cannot be broken without breaking the person who has entered into it.”
- “Inspiration comes when you stick your elbows on the table, your bottom on the chair and you start sweating. Choose a theme, an idea, and squeeze your brain until it hurts. That’s called inspiration.”
- “Perhaps part of your problem is that you’ve been reading the commentators and not the people they were commenting on. A common mistake but fatal when you’re trying to learn something.”
- “All business opportunities stem from someone else’s inability to resolve a simple and inevitable problem.”
- “Do you know the best thing about broken hearts?’ the librarian asked.
I shook my head.
‘They can only break once. The rest is just scratches.”
There is this poem that I love. Fire and Ice by Robert Frost. I think it sums up humanity and life on Earth very well.Some say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice.From what I’ve tasted of desireI hold with those who favor fire.But if it had to perish twice,I think I know enough of hateTo say that for destruction iceIs also greatAnd would suffice.
One of the songs that I think explains humanity well is Demons by Imagine Dragons.
“I wanna hide the truth
I wanna shelter you
But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide
Your eyes, they shine so bright
I wanna save that light
I can’t escape this now
Unless you show me how”
It may seem like I am focusing too much on the negative side of the human nature and the reason is….
Dear ET, just know that we all want to be loved! It is really that simple.
I echo the sentiment. 🙂
When I graduated from University in June, I wore a shirt and tie, received a diploma on stage in front of hundreds of blurry faces, and took pictures with family and friends. I knew what the day meant. I knew what it represented. I knew it was the final page of a novel much longer than a J.K. Rowling classic. I also knew that, come September, I would not be returning.
Well, it’s September. And as I sit here typing at 2AM, I am overcome with sadness. School officially starts in six hours and for the first time in my life, I won’t be anywhere near a classroom. I knew I would miss it, I just didn’t think it would be this soon. Today, it hit me like a brick to the forehead.
Knowing that most of my friends are back at school certainly doesn’t help. I’m currently stuck between…
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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Placebo Effect.”
If you could create a painless, inexpensive cure for a single ailment, what would you cure and why?
If I could create a painless, inexpensive cure for a single ailment, it would be to cure apathy.
“Apathy is a trap. There is no challenge… so there is no reward. Remember, there is always free cheese in a mousetrap.”
― Steve Maraboli
“Those who choose not to empathise enable real monsters. For without ever committing an act of outright evil ourselves, we collude with it, through our own apathy.”
― J.K. Rowling
noun ap·a·thy \ˈa-pə-thē\the feeling of not having much emotion or interest : an apathetic state
“Life has always been a series of the same choices: enslavement, apathy or freedom.”
― Shannon L. Alder
“Face it―nobody cares.
But so what? Their apathy doesn’t diminish your worth. Learn from it. Make it your job to care for those around you so they can’t say the same thing.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich
I had already written a response to today’s WordPress Daily Prompt, so I’m writing to a prompt from August 3, 2013: Green-Eyed Monster—Write an anonymous letter to someone you’re jealous of. (I changed this a bit, still writing about envy, but changing it to whom I might like to become if I could become anyone else on earth.)
At first I’d love his riches, but soon I’d hate it so
that there were no limitations in the places I could go.
Venice, perhaps for luncheon, and Rome to take a dip
in the Trevi fountain, and then I’d have to zip
(in my private jet, you know) off to Katmandu
to have my favorite holy man tell me what to do,
because I’m bored with all these riches. I find they’re running me.
It seems a waste of money to just sit and let it be.
It’s piling up…
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