Hero In Your Mind

It is 1.30 a.m. and can you guess what or who I'm thinking about? Trust me, I've been thinking of a man who passed away 14 years and 26 days ago. I was a nine year old kid while he expired, which I would say was not even the age to understand a person or what death meant in this world. Though I haven't spent much time with him, he is the one I relate to myself the most. I don't really have any analytical explanation for this sense of belonging. Thinking of him, surfaced a couple of incidents narrated by my mom and aunt. As always, I would like to get into both of their shoes to narrate the incidents. Early 2000's  It's just another hectic day at the office only to come back home to do household chores and manage children. One of them is nine and the other twelve. Whatever I'm today is because of the education I pursued and the job I earned. What can I say about life? It is constant hustle at office and house while aspiring to build a new house. Though m...

While I had the trait of voicing out my opinions right from my childhood, there are times that I stayed calm even when something was troubling me. I assumed both Type A and Type B persons' traits. A: The one who doesn't believe his/her voice doesn't matter. The one rather prefers to stay calm rather than deny or challenge the other person who is causing trouble in some way. The one who'd rather be a silent victim than face it. B: If something doesn't align with what they believe, they question. They ask for what they want. They stammer, yet are loud. As humans, we want to feel belonged and any disturbance caused  in the process of becoming one among everybody is excruciating. To stand out from the crowd means being a criminal. Forget the criminal act, what if you're ridiculed or mocked at? You might also lose the advantage that you're to receive if the other person's view is denied. Gauging all we might lose and fearing all the unfavourable circums...

As I retrospect, there are few thoughts I started adhering to because of the tough times that had come on my path. Tough times could be different in different people's lives. It could range from your work not being recognized to being overloaded with work. Also from, almost dying to worrying about the acne that just popped up. It is rude to judge other's own pain. It could be a tiny thing to you but it is obviously something gigantic to the person experiencing it. If there was a universal way to categorize what pain is inconsiderable or what pain is excruciating, there would be no psychiatrists on this planet. I really think that the term 'healing' is misinterpreted. To some, throwing up their whole responsibility on someone is healing and this especially happens in intimate relationships. To some, complaining or getting addicted to a thing or feeling is healing. If someone or something could heal your pain, what are you here for? It is dubious to believe that som...

One of my friends shared life story of her grandmother. It is so much heartfelt that it kindled the spirit in me to continue write articles on my blog. I dedicate this post to the loveliest granny who unleashed conventional definition of life and that friend who shared this stuff with me. I am writing down this article putting myself in her grandma's shoes and I'm certain that I wouldn't be able to do justice to her experience in words. In my sixties when I look back, there I see my husband as loving as he was while we were married. Today, all the youngsters only care about which extravagant honeymoon they would go to soon after their marriage to flaunt with their pictures on social media and just not care about sharing the same intimacy, love and trust at least after a couple of years of marriage. I wonder. I am here not just to share my love story that you would envy at but also to tell you something that changed my life forever. Typically in an unfinished gl...

It's absolutely heart wrenching to see a newspaper article that read out ' A five year girl raped'. I've always wondered what it's like to have the sexual drag towards someone they just saw. Is it the person walks alone in spite of knowing it's dangerous. Is it because of the so called provoking attire. Is it because they look weak and vulnerable? Is it because they neither can hurt you back nor can go legally against you? If attire is to be blamed, what has a five year old girl got to do with it? If walking alone is to be blamed, what for are the terms development, advancement and civilization? It's sheer shame putting the blame on the victims rather than halting the catastrophe at the origin. It could only be another bunch of lines in the newspaper for the day, or one more. The little letters matter littler than it's size to us. Apathy? Sympathy? Dear grown-ups I'm a five year old girl Waking up to the sunshine is all I know Tantrums and g...