tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74099353346023257792024-03-13T23:27:51.495-07:00c0$m0$ eniGm@tic mir@geMeghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00120898710376729213noreply@blogger.comBlogger210125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409935334602325779.post-78070767945323661022019-06-05T06:56:00.000-07:002019-06-05T06:56:19.291-07:00Morning Musings <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #002060; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As it is, We humans have come a long way from being cave men to
the digital media men. We started 3.5 million years ago not much different from
the chimpanzees and monkeys called as Homo Habilis at the time and reached the
modern species of Homo Sapiens Sapiens which evidently rules the earth. As we
progressed in the matters of mind and technology, we scored comfort and luxury
in every waking aspect of life. We became rulers and technology became the slave
at our disposal. There isn’t an iota of doubt that we have progressed
immensely; we have gained immensely, but for all we have gained, have we lost
something? I know that the answer to this question can nothing be short of a
multi pronged divergent analysis and each prong would again lead to multifarious
aspects never really converging at one point. But my intention of writing this
article here is not really to go to into all that detailed analysis. It is rather
to share a very simple thought that occurred to me after I was just done with
my morning yoga practice. With my breath calmed and soothed, I was staring into
the surrounding woods before getting up from the mat to start the day. It is
when this feeling of having lost the sense of awe crept into my mind. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">For all we have gained, have we lost some? </i>Pardon
me if your feeling doesn’t resonate with mine but this is what I felt in that
moment of morning silence. Looking at the swaying leaves, my imagination
transported me into a world when evolution was still at the earliest stages. I
wondered about the joy and veneration it must have brought upon man to feel the
breeze on a hot sunny day. How he must have rejoiced to see the gentle sway of
leaves and petals. How grateful he would have felt to discover a tiny brook and
how he would have saved it from getting dirty for the primitive man however resourceful
was short of readymade resources. When he discovered fire, wouldn’t his
reaction had been of awe, veneration and fear combined.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That is probably why ancient men practiced animism.
Today we our educated minds dispel animism as superstition but wasn’t this
superstition a sign of sensitivity, watchfulness and intuitiveness. The respect
and veneration to the objects of nature must have been inspired out of a sense
of awe and wonder man must have felt having discovered the bounties of nature
for the first time. Today everything seems so obvious that we have lost our ability
to be awed at things. We have lost our finer sensitivities to the surprises and
wonders of nature. Who cares about gratefulness to the trees when fans and ACs
have become integral? We, Homo Sapiens Sapiens, have become the species for
whom everything material or living has just become a thing of use. We are an
entitled species who use and abuse every resource of nature without caring in
the slightest while destructing the very nature that our selfish gene feels
entitled to. Things are just things for us; no sense of awe or wonder attached,
no veneration to the nature on whose loving arms are we thriving. We have lost
our finer sensitivities to boredom, monotony and mundane. We as a species have
become so utterly selfish that we would terminate species after species just to
make space for our own proliferation. Let alone nature or other species, we as
a species do not spare the kin of our own. Has all the progress led us to being
more cold and thankless? Have we been losing our capability to feel awe and
veneration to the nature that serves us?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #002060; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I am going to end this article with a question mark and let all
of you readers come up with your own answers for yourself. As for me, I can’t
deny having lost some of it or may be most of it. For those of you who’re
thinking, what purpose does it even serve to be all talk and no action and I won’t
disagree with you. This article doesn’t make me any better than the selfish
gene that’s proliferating at a fast pace. It is just what I felt like writing
and did nonetheless. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00120898710376729213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409935334602325779.post-64260209030267517292019-04-27T10:34:00.002-07:002019-04-27T10:34:44.567-07:00*Fading Red of the Bridal Dress*<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "Arial Unicode MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;">So here is what I am wondering about
these days: What is it about turning thirty that completely freaks out a single
woman [Well majority of them atleast]? However, before jumping into a sea of hazy
contemplation [or read as a disgruntled rant], I need to give a brief detail
about myself. So; I am a twenty nine year old woman on the verge of being
thirty [Or well! may be just a woman who has been ageing for 29 years but whose
body stopped the process of growing in size at what? Seventeen may be!
(fortunately or unfortunately)]. My facial skin, though, was not as lazy as my
stunted body [And hey! Please do not judge me too hard. My tiny frame did
manage to stretch up to four feet and dragged itself up to eleven more inches].
Coming back to my facial skin; it has been through that dark phase when zits
were stubborn to sit all over my cheeks leaving no space for my skin to
breathe. One fine day, clouds started to lift and the dark phase was over. But
the scars remained. All in all, I am not a hot looking chick, but I just get by.
May be you’ve already started wondering if I have got some brains as well<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>inside my stunted body; then well, let me
tell you I have got a teeny-weeny bit which enables me to earn a decent living
on my own and be financially independent. So again, I am not an intellectual
catch, but I just get by. The crux of the whole story is that I am an average
woman; average looks [Though my height and frame is less than average and
haven’t I been judged for that? Hell Yeah!], average intelligence, average
nature, average charisma, average earning and add some more averages from your
side in this list of averages. I live in a very small town which does not show
up in the auto drop down list in most of the online form filling sites. Ahem! I
suppose in my attempt to give brief details about myself, I have derailed a
little too much. So let me get back to the subject of my contemplation mentioned
in the very beginning. Why turning thirty and being single is such a huge deal?
Is it just a society thing and the peer pressure of getting married at the
right age and right time? <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "Arial Unicode MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;">Is getting married at the right time
more important than getting married to the right man? Or are we [Read the clan
of single women touching thirty] actually deluded in our concept of what we
call as the ‘right man’? What is it about ‘thirty’ that puts us all on our toes
and a long ongoing search of the ‘right man’, the ‘true love of our lives’
almost comes to a sudden halt as if we are being jolted out of our senses by
the emergency brake hit right on time by the super dictator analytical brain to
save us the damage of being forlorn and alone? Were we deluded before or do we
get deluded just near that milestone of thirty? It is like until reaching thirty
we had been in an expedition to find a lake of soul mate love, a natural one,
just out there waiting for us to take a dip; on hitting thirty, however, we
start opening up to the new option of rather creating an artificial one. There
is a gradual acceptance to building dams to harness love against the walls of
resistance to loneliness and insecurity. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "Arial Unicode MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;">Why is it that a single woman at
twenty nine years, eleven months and thirty days is still an alright kind of
marriage material and yet things change in a single day? Is there an invisible
expiry date imprinted on us that renders us not as good for nuptial ties [or is
it nuptial consummation] after we hit thirty? And if this is not the case, why
is there so much pressure about marrying by the age of thirty? There is
pressure of family, relatives, society and all sorts but the real pressure is
when we start feeling it too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is
just how our mental conditioning is. We want to be with Mr. right and at the
same time we don’t want to risk being alone waiting for Mr. right when [for god
sake] that Mr. right has not shown up in thirty long years. Even though social
pressure is there, the fact is we become insecure as well. There is insecurity
of being left out alone in the world while all your friends are busy having
pompous weddings, elaborate pre-wedding and post-wedding photo shoots, crowding
their facebook and insta walls with wonderful honeymoon destinations,
procreating and kicking out babies. Also, there is insecurity of decent men
already having been taken or being taken as we are waiting for some in
comprehendible definition of ‘right man’ to fructify into an actual physical
creation. Surely, this insecurity then becomes a contributing factor in our
decision to take a blind plunge into the sea of matrimony hoping to keep afloat
on the live jacket of adjustment and compromise. They say life is a gamble. Perhaps
the adage would be truer in context of arranged marriages.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "Arial Unicode MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;">Why is marriage so important to
validate our existence? Why can’t we live peacefully without getting fanatic
about this marriage stuff? Why is there so much hysteria surrounding this one subject?
It is strange that a single woman’s achievements seem all pale to the society
in comparison to a married one [ true for the average achievers at least if not
the ones on top notch] We can be average and still choose to be single; or
can’t we [ without inviting some derogatory or demeaning glances sending our
fragile average self esteem down the drain]? If an average woman is approaching
thirty, the gates of matrimony start shrinking to accommodate her less and
lesser each day despite her willingness to go past someday. Yet she’s not
spared the verbatims people have been using since ages to enquire about single
womens’ future wedding plans and even though she’s mortified at such queries,
the average single woman doesn’t mutter a word about her dashed hopes. She
keeps fighting a vicious circle of hope and hopelessness in the battlefield of
her mind. An average single woman approaching thirty is no less than a warrior.
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "Arial Unicode MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;">A single woman turning thirty is not a
shiny glossy building but it is definitely the kind of building which has
survived many storms and bad seasons. She is strong willed and special despite
all the averages she has got in her person. There are multitude of factors
which might have led her to be still single but there is no reason she should
be out casted as a specter just because she does not have that one tag of
married on her advantage. She becomes upset and depressed sometimes; but she
knows how to pick herself up. She knows that the red color of her much awaited
bridal dress is leaking out of the corners of her mind, becoming faint each
day, but she knows one day will be her day and she is strong enough to wait for
that day.</span></b></div>
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approaching thirty, cheers and a thumbs up! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00120898710376729213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409935334602325779.post-41848900078734466712018-04-16T01:25:00.000-07:002018-04-16T01:25:24.508-07:00Jokers in the Circus! Voela! ;)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Many a times when things do not seem to be working as you wish them to; when an angry voice inside you instigates hate and revulsion burning the inner matrix of your being; when you are motivated rather by a powerful malice towards situations which also gets manifested on people around you; when passion cripples all that is good in you and dances around in your head asking why every single time and why every single time me? ...</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Someday later, you might be able to even laugh at what seemed to put you off completely...</b></span></div>
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Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00120898710376729213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409935334602325779.post-58072776726450049542018-04-13T12:17:00.001-07:002018-04-13T12:17:18.681-07:00*Discovering Self Love*<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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because love starts from accepting and loving ourselves. That being said this
one sentence can take a lifetime of work. And it’s OK. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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associated with our discovery of self love. Things worth having solicit us to
work and work incessantly. Understanding self love in the right way is crucial
because most of the times we confuse it with the defensive love for ego rather
than recognizing it as a gentle forgiving love for the ever present soul which
gets buried under the layers of ego. When they say love yourself, it doesn’t
mean love the shallow trivialities which are but not you; it rather means love
that deep and fathomless part of you which knows the distinction between your
ego-self and your soul-self. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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mistakes and falling over and over again, but because you are aware even in
your falls that you will rise again, because this love will go into your wounds
and scars and it will heal you.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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that you are trying; understanding and accepting, precedes the change that you
will ultimately be able to witness however long it might take. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "Baskerville Old Face","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;">Be patient with yourself when you see yourself getting trapped in old
patterns again and again, not because reality checks should be ignored, but
because you can relentlessly keep to the chase by trying unendingly. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "Baskerville Old Face","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;">Tell yourself that you are beautiful, not because you want to balm your
vanity, but because you have to be as tender to yourself as a loving mother to
her child who never fails to see the beauty in him/her.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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They are going on their unique life path and you are going on yours. There are
endless stars in the universe, some start shining when others are about to die.
We are all on our specially curated paths which are designed exclusively for
each individual. The events of ones life may not make sense in someone else’s
and that should never be a reason to doubt or castigate ourselves. Half of the
misery in life arises only because of comparison when in reality we are not
meant to be compared. We all shine in our own time and we shouldn’t worry too
much even if that takes more than a lifetime. Divine promises are never broken
and if we are lost, lord will lead us to the way where we shall find ourselves
shining in our inner light.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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little voice inside you that manages to find its way to you despite all the
noise of negativity springing forth from fear, comparison, vanity and conceit.
Pray and don’t let this voice die. This is what shall lead you to the path of
self-discovery. We never invent self because we just have to discover it which
is hidden beneath the many layers of stubborn dirt accumulated on it.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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of character can’t be forged if we just keep reveling in spring, it requires
sweltering heat. It is just the kind of grilling you need to evolve and shine.
So don’t get attached to your sorrows and miseries. Just feel those to transform
those and you shall come out better and brighter.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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formulas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Two plus two is four and one
plus three is four as well. When you find your life not going according to
established norms of society, tell yourself to never lose heart. Always walk
with your head held high, even when the world looks at you as a misfit. Never
forget theirs is not the only way and nor is yours. We are walking on the
different paths but in the end we shall arrive at the same place. So, keep
going no matter what.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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bosom all the way up to your mind and reaching your entire body. When you will
learn to love yourself with such conviction, all fears will dissolve and the
doors to divine love will open.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "Baskerville Old Face","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;">Never ignore the importance of self love. It is not a selfish thing; it is
rather something that will deliver you from selfishness. It will lead you to
divine in yourself and burn all the invisible bridges you have built around
yourself. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>red colored ocean flowing beneath the crust of your skin
composed of a magical plethora of millions of cells <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>each of which is a tiny universe in itself.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>You are not just a walking and talking piece of flesh made
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>You are majestic with the power of multiple universes
resting in your cells which are composed of heavenly magic.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>You are a living miracle. <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>You are a masterpiece.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>You are the magic.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>You are love. <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>The absolute power<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>©megha<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00120898710376729213noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409935334602325779.post-7143166439473573332018-01-04T02:35:00.001-08:002018-01-04T02:53:43.036-08:00A Letter to Me from Myself<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "constantia" , "serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Dear me,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "constantia" , "serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;">To start with, I want to
tell you that I love you. You've got to believe me. Believe me like the earth
believes the sun; a belief that every single day without exception, it will be
showered in the loving light bestowed on it by the rising sun.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "constantia" , "serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I know the testing times
you go through. I know the lack of love you sometimes feel. I know the hollow
that creeps into you sometimes. But let me tell you that you're never alone. I
am with you at all times till eternity. I am you and you are me and we are both
love. I want you to remember this. I reside in the deepest corner of your heart
where there is an inexhaustible fountain of love and from this fountain you can
always drink.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "constantia" , "serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I want you to know that
I believe in you and I've reasons to believe in you. I've seen the demons
lurking in around you, trying to lure you in and I've also seen the good fight
you have always put up. I've seen you fall in your weaknesses and I've also
seen you rise up again with all your strength. I've seen you losing your head,
committing felonies and I've also seen you redeem yourself and choose the
course of righteousness. I've seen your scars and I've seen the stardust glow
on the surface of those scars. I believe in your heart and I expect the best
out of it; because I know it to be capable of its loving best.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "constantia" , "serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I want to let you know
that I find you beautiful. I know you get bothered by the ratios and
proportions sometimes. I know you feel insufficient sometimes. I know there are
some days you feel terrible waking upto those devilish pimples. I know you
struggle with self esteem on some days. But I want you to know that you are
beautiful inspite and despite. Every inch and every ounce of you is beautiful.
Your beauty lies in being you. There are no absolutes of beauty. You are
beautiful in your strive and in your struggle, in your defeats and in your
victories, in your chaos and in your symmetries. You are beautiful in your own
unique mess.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "constantia" , "serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Lastly, I thank you for
being you and I thank you for being me. I thank God for our inseparable loving
relationship. You are the light and I am your reflection. I am you and you are
me and we are both love. I love you.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00120898710376729213noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409935334602325779.post-31416717395820525032017-12-22T03:00:00.001-08:002017-12-22T03:14:03.313-08:00Adios 2017! Welcome 2018!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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and each year is a milestone. So, we are almost past the milestone of 2017 and
just about to hit the milestone of 2018. As we are ready to set foot into 2018,
there are things I want to remember in 2018. I really want to mug up the list
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giving myself credit enough for anything I ever do. To confess the problem is
the first step towards fixing it. So yes, I have to agree that I need a little
more of self worth and self appreciation. Whatever I do is always lesser for me
than what someone else does (even if it's the very same thing or may be even
actually lesser). So yes, I've got to change my scales. We all have seen that
poster of a cat seeing itself as a lion in the mirror. My reasoning faculties
have always contested that what good does it do to lose the sense of realism
and seeing yourself as more than you actually are. But this year I make this
conscious decision to be that very cat. After all, it is about believing
that you are more than you appear to be; it is about believing in yourself. And
come on, the world will not fall apart if I give myself a little more credit
and a little more appreciation. If not me, who will? </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Stop blasting and start pouring:</span></b><br />
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have a lot of aggression in me and I don't even know where it comes from. I
have fire inside of me. It’s a tendency I have no control over. I get hysteric
sometimes when things do not seem to be working and I lose all the calm and
poise. And even when I am not hyper or rude or aggressive, sometimes people mistake
me for being so. Sigh! I need some voice modulation! Sometimes, my intentions
are like so benign but my tone of voice will not leave its headiness. I feel so
envious of people who can make the bitter lashes sound like honey laces. I am
just the opposite. I can make the pleasantries sound like harsh and corrosive.
So this is what I have to work on. And this is one hell of a job for me to stop
blasting and start pouring.</span></b></div>
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<b style="color: #073763;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I am blind to fine
lines. The fine line of respecting others's opinions and taking them as a
sacrosanct gospel, the fine line of readjusting my priorities for someone and
toppling the entire list upside down, the fine line of the desire to
maintain cordiality in relations and forgetting my own dignity in the desire to
do so, the fine line of believing and foolhardy worshiping. I even forget the
fine line of me being me and someone else being someone else. I mean I am not a
magician who can fix things for people. I can try to help but I cannot heal on
someone else's behalf for them. It’s not my job to work on someone else. My job
is to work on myself. I have learnt and I am learning and I will keep mastering
the lesson of knowing when to stop in the incoming year.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Doing what I like and keeping it simple:</span><span style="color: #073763;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br />
<b style="color: #073763;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I have a hidden flare
for making things sound more complicated than they really are. We all have
heard of this I guess "<i>log kya sochenge ye bhi tum hi sochoge to log
kya sochenge?" </i>And I am so one of those people who thinks on
everyone's behalf. Why should I concern myself with all that burden of what
he/she/they/you think about me or my life or my choices or my idiocies or my
whatever? More than 90% of times we are not even a subject of people's thoughts
while we are making ourselves the villains/clowns of their minds. And here
people like me ask ourselves a hundred questions even before posting our
thoughts online. So, the mantra has to change with the changing year. Keep it
simple and do what I like to do.</span></b></div>
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<b style="color: #073763;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I cannot say it better
than Marianne Williamson has said it
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inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our
light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.<o:p></o:p></b></span></i></div>
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doesn’t serve the world. There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that
other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as
children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within
us. <o:p></o:p></b></span></i></div>
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And as we let our own light shine, we subconsciously give other people
permission to do the same. As we’re liberated from our own fear, our presence
automatically liberates others."<o:p></o:p></b></span></i></div>
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skewed judgments stop us from doing what we want to do. And this is what I want
to remember in the coming year. The quote by Marianne Williamson that I shared
above was shared by a college senior (whom I never knew personally) on a bulk
mail years back saved long in my inbox and here is the beauty of it all: I
don't know how big or small the impact may be. But the words do make an impact.
I don't know how many of the people in that bulk list read the mail, I don't
know how many thought it through and I don't know how many drew inspiration
from it. But here I am who still remembers this quote and finds it a beautiful
piece of inspiration. So, if I am not getting a lot many likes/comments/reposts
on my written word, it doesn't matter. What matters is may be someone out there
has drawn some inspiration from my words, and even if it is just one, it counts
as the real impact. And this holds true not only for words but for every other
material and immaterial contribution as well. </b></span></div>
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Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00120898710376729213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409935334602325779.post-29283295385960291122017-12-07T07:00:00.000-08:002017-12-07T07:00:04.737-08:00*Self-Love*<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "Arial Unicode MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;">Lately I was watching the movie Diana
inspired from the life of Lady Diana. There’s a dialogue in the movie I
instantly fell in love with. It was when Diana suffers a break-up with Dr.
Hazrat Khan (A Pakistani Heart Surgeon) after trying her all to make it work. She
lets herself be wallowed in misery and sorrow until she collects herself back
and makes a decision to go on a trip with Dodi. It is at this point her
confidant Sonia asks her if she is fine and if she is not making this decision
out of her loneliness. The response of Diana is what struck a chord with me
instantly. She says, “<i>I don’t feel the
need to be caught anymore; because, I am not falling anymore. I am flying..”<o:p></o:p></i></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "Arial Unicode MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;">It must not be without a reason that
love is always fallen into! A free fall with a faith that our beloved will
catch us. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "Arial Unicode MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;">And when that beloved
fails to catch us? … <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "Arial Unicode MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;">Well…It leads to
heartache, pain, sorrow and misery…Does it not?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "Arial Unicode MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;">Would it not be amazing if we could
love ourselves so much that we would be capable of flying?...So if no one is
there to catch us in our fall, we’ll simply fly in the parachute of self-love…<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00120898710376729213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409935334602325779.post-5343019833801634582017-11-07T00:03:00.002-08:002017-11-07T00:03:47.398-08:00*Love and Gratitude*<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Lately, i am in the process of developing the habit of saying thank you for all the tiny little joys of life that so often are taken so for granted. The morning sun, the chirping birds, the water to drink, the food to eat, the house to live, the friends to cherish, the family for support, the new hope for new day, the smiles, the laughter and even the tears to make me strong.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Every single thing deserves my gratitude, my love. And this is why i have decided to be say thank you each day to remind myself what a beautiful life i have been blessed with. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We are always running a race in our heads, never living fully in the moment, rushing back and forth meddling in the thoughts of past or future; and this thoughtless running makes us thankless for the simplest things we are blessed with.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">If tomorrow there is an earthquake or a flood or a draught or any kind of natural calamity; and we are stuck in the middle of it with a ruined house, no food to eat, no water to drink and no loved ones left in the world, what shall we do then? Shall we be able to fight the nature to give us our all back? </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Such is the magnitude of our blessings; but we fail to count them since we never got a minute to spare and thank the universe, the nature and the source. We take the little things and tiny joys so for granted like we are entitled to those. I am walking on the road and I see a crippled person walking on the road and a thought crosses my mind that i am thankful for a perfect health and working limbs. But am i entitled? No, none of us is entitled. We are all blessed.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This is what i want to remember for the rest of my life that i am blessed. Whatever turn my life takes, i have immense number of blessings to count and be thankful for.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And here, i want to take this opportunity to thank my blog and all the people i have come across here. Thanks to everyone who ever landed here, thanks to everyone who shared their valuable comments and encouraging words. Thanks for being a blessing. I love you all.</span></b></div>
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Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00120898710376729213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409935334602325779.post-56890687579169894602017-08-24T00:57:00.002-07:002017-08-24T00:57:19.840-07:00Why I think I need Meditation lately<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Shh....... That is what i need at the moment. Silence. Freedom from noise. Freedom not from the external noise, but freedom from the internal noise. Freedom from the perennial noise that exists within me. The noise of ego, expectations, fear and disappointments. The noise which keeps playing and replaying the loud egotistical and fear driven conversations in my head. The noise that skews my sense of self and that of the world around me.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">And isn't it paradoxical that whenever we are feeling down, we are told to party, hang-out, go shopping, get a make-over and blah blah blah... Resorting to the external noise to get rid of the internal noise. While these can be the temporary solutions but can't lead to the permanent blissful state of freedom from internal noise.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Distractions come easy. So, everyone buys the distractions of external noise to silence the voice within. Distractions lead us to a state of limbo. But Meditation will bring the answers.</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Rounded MT Bold","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="color: #073763;">In a sunkissed world, I live;<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Rounded MT Bold","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="color: #073763;">Then why I am in misery,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Rounded MT Bold","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="color: #073763;">Mired in what earthly ploy;<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Rounded MT Bold","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="color: #073763;">In a sunkissed world, I live;<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Rounded MT Bold","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="color: #073763;">The sky is ever so blue,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Rounded MT Bold","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="color: #073763;">The Sun shines light years away,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Rounded MT Bold","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="color: #073763;">It circles around,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Rounded MT Bold","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="color: #073763;">The trees are so green,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Rounded MT Bold","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="color: #073763;">In a sunkissed world, I live;<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Rounded MT Bold","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="color: #073763;">Then why I am in misery,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Rounded MT Bold","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="color: #073763;">Mired in what earthly ploy;<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Rounded MT Bold","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="color: #073763;">I wonder if I lived in a world;<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Rounded MT Bold","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="color: #073763;">for the air I breathed,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00120898710376729213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409935334602325779.post-57895981675302687802017-05-08T22:33:00.000-07:002017-05-08T22:33:24.774-07:00*......*<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sometimes the only way to let go is to embrace the pain and immerse in it before you are set free. </span></b></div>
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Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00120898710376729213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409935334602325779.post-57073222165969464682017-05-03T03:40:00.000-07:002017-05-03T03:40:01.379-07:00A word with myself!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Yesterday I just happened to observe a couple waiting in the
queue right in front of me to buy the tickets. And all of a sudden, for no
particular reason, I just got this thought. <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>“What exactly is marriage? To be with someone who wakes up
by your side every day, who thinks he (or for that matter she too.. ) owns you
to be able to enter you, but the moment that pact of right to each other’s body
is violated, will that relationship
still survive and thrive?”<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>“Is not marriage just like one of the over-rated rituals? Isn’t the need of marriage over hyped?”<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>I wonder if it is the marriage that is my need; or is it the
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different, fear of being looked down upon as some sort of pitiable object, and
most of all fear of a life not validated by society at large?<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Ofcourse, it is human nature to seek validation. The increasing
no. of facebook posts, the plethora of tweets, the opinionated blogs; what is
that one common thing that is at the bottom of it all? Isn’t it validation? There is hunger for validation. So, may be,
one of us out here, doesn’t really has the need of a better-half to feel whole;
maybe, one of us out here, does feel content and at peace just by being with
ourselves; maybe, one of us out here, does not want to take up the responsibility
of another life; maybe, one of us out here is capable of taking good care of
one self; maybe, for one of us out here, the universal need of marriage is not
universal afterall. But maybe, it’s just the fear of not getting validation
that is holding that one of us person back, from sticking to his/her calling of
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terms and conditions, it requires a little more than courage. It requires
fortitude, perseverance, and confidence on one’s own judgment. It requires the
attitude of respecting others’ opinion and at the same time not getting
affected too deeply by it. </span><span style="color: #4c1130;"> </span></b></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00120898710376729213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409935334602325779.post-39984936052037542112017-04-04T09:54:00.003-07:002017-04-04T09:54:55.208-07:00Of this and that..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">## Everything is now. We are mere actors in the cosmic drama of life. Past is like a movie whose climax is over and done with. We have played our role and we are now in the present playing a new role. Its time to forget that character of past and assume the new character of present. Its about evolving. Future is yet another movie whose script will be revealed in time. The present is everything.</span></b></div>
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Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00120898710376729213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409935334602325779.post-18176469378692558792017-03-25T09:34:00.002-07:002017-03-25T09:34:21.015-07:00Ramblings of a Passing Phase<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>These days I find myself constantly thinking about where life is heading. I find myself thinking about all the small and big choices I have made in life. And while doing that I sometimes find myself fussing over compartmentalizing my choices into the two square boxes of right and wrong. Some other times I find myself fussing over the choices yet to be made. It’s like getting lost in a world of blues, stumbling at every step while trying to figure out the right way; when in reality there actually is no right and wrong way. There are just different ways, each with its own set of perks and setbacks. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>I don’t see life as black and white; I rather understand it to be just about all shades of grey. Then, why should I be worried about making the right choices all the time? I guess it’s just a phase. A phase where I am so occupied dwelling in all the possibilities of future that I find the present getting blurred in the background. Despite all the contemplation, the upcoming life just seems illusive. Each day ahead is one step closer to being thirty. And it’s freaking me out these days. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>But then, it’s just a phase. A phase where I am trying to deal with approaching thirty in a matter of two years. When I think about the past five or six years, time seems so fleeting. I was allowed to be naïve back then, but somehow time just slipped past and I am still naïve. Still clueless, trying to solve the jigsaw puzzle of my expectations from life.</b></span></div>
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Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00120898710376729213noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409935334602325779.post-38809636265038117482017-03-08T18:40:00.001-08:002017-03-15T22:01:38.854-07:00Open Eyed Meditations- Book Review<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Title: Open Eyed Meditations <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Paperback: 280 pages<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Publisher: Fingerprint! Publishing; First edition (1 July 2016)<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Shubha Vilas holds a degree in
engineering and law with a specialization in patent law. But in essence, he is
an author, a motivational speaker, lifestyle coach, and a storyteller par
excellence. His leadership seminars, wherein he addresses the crucial
needs of top-level management through inspiring seminars, are popular in
corporate houses. Shubha Vilas periodically interacts with the youth in
premier institutes across the world, inspiring them to live a life based on
deeper human values. Traveling across the globe and meeting people from
all walks of life, he teaches the importance of being governed by dharmic
principles, meting out spiritual lifestyle tips and contemporary wisdom to deal
with modern-day life situations.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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Ramayana-The Game of Life Series, The Chronicles of Hanuman<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">When we think meditation, we think of
an abstruse skill of a deep interiorized focused state achieved with closed
eyes. But this book introduces us to a whole new concept of meditation with
open eyes. Each thought, which has been presented in the book relating it to a
story from the epics of Ramayana and Mahabharata, opens the window to
meditation with open eyes while participating in the battlefield of life.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">The book is a compilation of beautiful
thoughts or rather Sutras of life. The best part of this compilation for me is
that it brings out the balance between practical and spiritual. Each life
lesson is carved out into words that fall perfectly into place. There are no
embellishments and no going off the track. Each life lesson is stated in way
that it just hits the bull’s eye. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">If one can interiorize the sixty four
meditations that the author has presented in the book, and make them a part of
his/her everyday behavior, he is sure to rise in life, spiritually, personally
and professionally. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">There are lessons for every wake of
life from love to happiness to acceptance, from managing anger to handling
embarrassments, the qualities of a successful leader told by giving the example
of Lord Krishna. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">I’ll quote a few of my favorite sentences
from the book: -<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">“Just like harmony between a lion and
human is unlikely, harmony between unlike minds is unlikely. For stable
relationships, we need to embrace like minded people, rather than forcing the unlike-minded
people to embrace change.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">“Love in any relationship is about
action and not just a feeling. Active love is about prioritizing others’ needs,
not just in words but also in actions.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">“When you hate someone, you actually
hate something in him that is a part of yourself.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">The real essence of the book, however,
lies in being able to follow the wise words written in there and not just
reading it. This book is a guide to every human being. Written in simple words
which have rather a deep impact, this book is a beautiful read.<o:p></o:p></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "Arial Unicode MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;">Life teaches something every other
day. Learning never stops. Life is a school we never stop attending to. We fall
and then we rise. We fall again and then we rise again. It goes on and on. It’s
not like the regular school we attend in our childhood, where there is a set
curriculum, a set list of lessons, and where we have the choice of leaving out
a few lessons if they are too much for our understanding. The school of life
comes with an element of surprise; we never know what is the next lesson we may
have to learn. We never know what and how life will challenge us. We never have
a clue what test we may have to appear in. We may have to go through the same
test again and again, until we choose to learn finally. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "Arial Unicode MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;">There is so much that we learn every
day, actively or passively. But if I have to share the greatest lesson of life
that I have learnt so far goes something like below:<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "Arial Unicode MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;">No matter what, don’t carry emotional baggage.
Believe in forgiveness and move on. If we give a lot of importance to whatever
wrongs were committed against us, we poison our ownselves. And we sure don’t want
to do that. Life is too short to harbor bitterness and host long self pity
parties. Sometimes, we do that in the name of ego/ self-respect, but while
attempting to protect our self respect, we fail to cleanse our emotional
system. When I talk about wrongs, I don’t essentially mean some major
betrayals/ selfish deeds/ drastic harms which we had to go through; I also mean
small and little everyday things, which get escalated in our tiny emotional
system; including arguments, misunderstandings, heartbreaks, unattended needs;
basically everything from tiniest emotion left unhealed to the biggest and most
drastic life experiences. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "Arial Unicode MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;">There is no use playing the blame
game, pinpointing people, holding resentments, criticizing people, criticizing
circumstances. The real freedom, the real liberation and the real bliss comes
with forgiveness. Forgiveness for people and forgiveness for circumstances. No
one does the kind of things they do knowing that they are doing wrong. They do
the kind of things they do because they believe they are doing right. It’s difficult
to understand but it kind of works this way mostly. Everyone is dealing with
their own limitations, learning their own lessons, just like we are. We all
seem to be so different yet our roots are same. We are all attending the same
school of life, just that we are learning the personalized lessons designed
exclusively for us, at our own pace, in our own ways. When we attend school, we
are told by peers and parents to not judge weak students, help everyone and be
good to everyone. Same holds true in the school of life as well. Why judge
people? Why not just be good to everyone. May be they are yet to learn their
lessons. Why not just keep your emotional system clean and pure by learning
forgiveness. Rather than dealing with the emotional baggage, we can deal with
better lessons of life. After all, life is short.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "Arial Unicode MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;">And this principle of forgiveness does
not apply to other people only; it applies to self as well. Infact, it’s much
more important when it comes to self. It’s only human to make mistakes and get
messed up once in a while. It never helps to sit on our own mistakes and
ridicule ourselves. Self-loathing is much more harmful than the emotional
baggage. It’s perfectly alright if we make mistakes. We learn even from our
mistakes. So we should forgive ourselves for all the meddling up we do and love
ourselves all the same.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "Arial Unicode MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;">In the end nothing matters, only love
does. Love is the true nature of all of us humans. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "Arial Unicode MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;">So, that’s the biggest lesson of life I
have learnt till date. I have yet not perfected it and I am constantly trying. It
may take a pretty long time still and that’s another reason it’s the biggest of
all lessons for me.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "Arial Unicode MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;">“SAY NO TO EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE. SAY YES
TO FORGIVENESS. SAY NO TO TRASH EMOTIONS. SAY YES TO LOVE.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Let fear never drive you. It happens
many a times that we are so used to being afraid and our sub-conscious without
letting our conscious mind know starts affecting our choices. Fear is the
greatest enemy one can have. It makes us believe we are not enough; we do not
deserve any better. It’s the root of all negativity in our minds, all the
toxins in our psyche. When it starts overpowering you, you’ll feel like
settling, settling for the lesser, settling for the fear of not being able to
fit in if you don’t.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">“All my friends are getting married.
What if I don’t? What if my age passes and I am left all alone in this world?”<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">“Oh! But I love this guy! But is he
treating you right? Chances are that he may not be. But what if I don’t find
any better?”<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">There is an age when everybody around
you is either getting married, getting engaged, going on a honeymoon, having a
family and there are talks of marriage all around you. The panic streak in you
gets propelled by an underlying fear at some or the other point of time; and
then, this underlying fear will give you many expedient and practical terms to
justify this deep seated unrecognized fear. You may call it adjustment, being
practical, sometimes you may even term it as love. It would throw several
logics in front of you-“But! You can’t get everything!”, “It’s about making the
best out of what is available.” “Compromises are a must in life.” “So what if
he has limitations? I love him.” “He is well settled, what if he lacks some
basic sense.” “He is not doing it intentionally. He is just a little messed up.”
“It will get better with time, I can make it work.” And there will be umpteen
no. of reasons that your fear will give you to just settle.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Not that I say believe in some
surreal, far-fetched fairy tale prince coming your way. But, you better know
when you just start crossing that fine line of being propelled by your fears
and fears alone. You’re throwing away your confidence, your self esteem, your
individuality and most of all, your life, your very own life, and all that for some
petty thing as settling.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Making yourself smaller to get that
approval of “Happily Settled” and from whom? The society who least cares? To
appear taller in front of the society, if you give up the height of your self
esteem, you do nothing but betray yourself.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">There is not more than a handful of
people in our lives who really care with what we do with our lives. Rest all
just need some masala gossip for sipping their evening masala tea. And the
people who care will always stand by you in all phases of your life, no matter
what. So care about the few who matter. <o:p></o:p></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">A little bit of adjustment will always
be required and we do that with our families, with our friends almost all the
time. But don’t let your fear make you adjust more than what is necessary. Don’t
give in if you fear losing yourself. You are the most important being you have
got. Don’t let the fear play you and take you away from your very ownself. Don’t
let the fear be the driver. Don’t let it pull the reins for you.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">As it is rightly said, “Fear is death,
fear is sin, fear is hell, fear is unrighteousness, fear is wrong life. All the
negative thoughts and ideas that are in this world have proceeded from this
evil spirit of fear.” <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00120898710376729213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409935334602325779.post-10535235661317731972016-11-20T09:57:00.002-08:002016-11-20T09:57:57.643-08:00An Introvert's Jug!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Once upon a time, there was a little girl
(let’s call her Sandra for this post) who was very shy and reserved. She was
not very talkative, but she did not find anything wrong about keeping quiet.
She would be immersed in the world of her own thoughts. She was not adept at
cracking jokes or talking out loud. She was the silent type, nevertheless,
comfortable with her silence. Though children are spared from the naming and
shaming; once they start growing up, they have to bear the brunt of relentless
attacks if they are unable to fit into the crowds. These attacks are not always
explicit; sometimes they are very subtle, even invisible, but the victim knows
when it has hit him/her.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">So, as the little girl Sandra starting
growing up, people started judging her. The introverts are often the most
misunderstood people. They get many adjectives to their credit ranging from
arrogant to boring to lame to haughty and some generous people even crown the
introverts with the title of misanthropes. Sandra had a very limited circle.
Though it wasn’t like she disliked people but she could not come up with enough
topics to keep people interested in talking to her. So, people withdrew and
kept a safe distance from her. Ney! Not that she was disliked by people but
only that they did not really want to be around somebody so boring and
unentertaining. That is how Sandra started becoming afraid of people. Infact,
she started becoming scared of having to share space with somebody when there
were just two of them. She started running away from such situations when she
will be left alone in a room with nobody but just one person around. And that
is how she started failing in connecting to people; the connection that true
friends share with no fear of silence between them, no fear of being their true
selves. She did have friends, she did hang out in groups, and she did manage to
make bridges. But she believed these bridges to be the abandoned ones, the
deserted ones. The real connection, the magic; it was missing. Sandra lacked a
jug in her life; a jug to pour freely into, a jug to fill her emotions into, a
jug to understand the words in her silence. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">When it came to Sandra, people came in
her life like milestones. Sandra passed through many. Though she loved all whom
she came across in life, she stopped expecting from any. She lived, she loved
and she kept moving. Some of them stayed as well, but Sandra did not let her
heart be truly dependent on anyone, No one. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">But Sandra did need a jug like
everyone; a jug to keep herself strong, motivated and positive; to share her
moments of joy and sorrow; to live her strengths and move past her weaknesses.
And after half her life was over, Sandra discovered her jug. Words were her
jug. Her world had always been surrounded with books. And her love of books
soon turned into her love of words. The words which hung all around her and
when she gave them expression she felt fulfilled, at peace. Her jug never lets
her down. Her jug has immense capacity to absorb each of her emotion and her
jug is full of immense light to keep her shining always and forever. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Sandra loves her jug all the more with
each passing day. <i>“Words- The Jug of an
introvert.” <o:p></o:p></i></span></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">I am writing about Jug in my life
for the <a href="http://bit.ly/DearZindagiTake4SetFree">#DearZindagi </a>activity
at <a href="http://www.blogadda.com/">BlogAdda</a>“</span></i></b><b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Dear Zindagi,<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">As I sit down and ponder, I wonder how
you have been made up of infinite moments joined together; some sweet, some
bitter; some blissful, some painful; some full of smiles, some full of tears;
some dark, some full of light; some encouraging, some discouraging; some moments
of happiness, some of sorrow; some moments of weaknesses, some of strength;
some moments of despair, some of hope; some moments of faithlessness, some of
unwavering faith. And juxtaposed together, these infinite moments have given
shape to you – my beloved life.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">I zoom in to those moments and realize
how I have always taken all my blessings for granted. How I have let happiness
quickly fade away in the face of slightest disappointments. How I have let
myself wallow in misery rather than trying to count my blessings. How I have
struggled with my own lesser self to keep my faith alive. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">I zoom closer and I also see that
there have been moments when I was blessed with lessons more precious than
happiness; the lessons of growth, the lessons of wisdom and spirituality and
when I look at those defining moments of my life, I can do nothing but thank
you Dear Zindagi for every turn you have taken and for every experience you
have chosen for me. I realize the reality in the saying of seers. “Everything
happens for Good.” And indeed it does. Even in the worst and the darkest
moments of our lives, in the most hideous realities, in the most tragic
experiences, there are such lessons hidden which can never be learnt lest we go
through such testing times in our lives. These are those lessons which are
perhaps the most difficult but most enlightening too. The light that follows
such darkness is bright and shining; and in that light we flourish to become
better versions of ourselves and that is the reward life had chosen for us. And
I thank you Dear Zindagi for every reward that you had chosen for me. Sometimes
things seem clearer in hindsight, as now I can see clearly that I had been
blessed despite all the moments of hardships and heartbreaks. And I thank you
Dear Zindagi for all my blessings that I have so often not managed to count. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Thank you Dear Zindagi for not letting
me collapse under the weight of my own expectations. For teaching me that it’s
sometimes important to let the relationships breathe rather than suffocating
them by holding too close. It is important to love but not to possess. People
will play their role in your life, some would stay and some would move away.
Life is about constant motion, about constant change. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Thank you Dear Zindagi for teaching me
to believe in the god’s will. For teaching
a very important lesson of faith which goes as under-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">You may not be fulfilled the way you
have been wanting, Yet you should not let your mind stagnate at one wish, one
desire, one love. It’s alright because your life is more than one wish, one
desire, one lesson, one love. It’s about letting go when you feel stuck in a
state of impasse; it’s about learning the other lessons till that one lesson
decides to reach you. It’s about learning to believe that your life has a
purpose despite your unfulfillment.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Thank you Dear Zindagi for teaching me
to be soft on myself and treat myself with kindness. For a very important
lesson of protecting my self esteem that goes as under-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">It’s not necessary to prove a point all
the time, nor is it necessary to give in to the sea of opinions around you. Don’t
push yourself into a confusion hovering between a defected see-saw of low
self-esteem and control freak arrogance. It’s alright to be different; not all
fingers can be same, yet it’s possible to co-exist. You are on your very own
journey; Don’t explain everything, take it easy, don’t even try to understand
everything, simply accept without resistance even when you don’t understand.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Thank you Dear Zindagi for giving me a chance
to love. Thank you for not letting me become sore even after the heartbreaks
and waiting. Thanks for teaching me to love despite odds, for showing me the
way to the healing love of God.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Thank you Dear Zindagi for all the
precious lessons you gave me and which I am still learning and will always keep
striving to learn.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "arial unicode ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Thank you Dear Zindagi for everything and
every moment of my life. </span></b></div>
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Blogadda.com/Leadstart Publishing; First edition (27 October 2015)<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">About the Book:</span><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></i></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The
book is written with the collaboration of 30 Indian Bloggers spread across 3
teams resulting into three unique stories filled with a variety of emotions.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As
part of their #CelebrateBlogging initiative, BlogAdda.com, ran the first
edition of Game of Blogs in September 2014 where five characters and their
descriptions were provided to the bloggers. The objective was to write a
fictional story revolving around these characters. Bloggers came together as
teams and after three rounds filled with its own set of twists and turns, three
stories made it to the end. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Well
known Indian Authors like Ashwin Sanghi, Ravi Subramanian, Raksha Bharadia,
Meghna Pant, Natasha Badhwar, and Kiran Manral were in the panel of Judges. The
three stories in this book are a fascinating example of how one set of
characters can have interesting lives with completely different dimensions.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #990000;">My Review:</span><span style="color: #1f497d;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The
book contains three stories each revolving around the lives of six different
characters. Shekhar Dutta is a freelance writer and a stay at home husband.
Tara Dutta, wife of Shekhar Dutta, is a successful media professional and Roohi
Dutta is a nine year old daughter of the duo. Cyrus Daruwala, a law student; Jennifer, a
photographer; and Aryan Ahuja, a neighbor of Tara and Shekhar Dutta, are the
other characters of the story. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The
story is a sci-fi fiction involving aliens who are living on earth as human
beings. The marital life of Tara and Shekhar is going like a smooth sailing until
Shekhar starts penning his most important project. Around that time Cyrus Daruwala comes to their
house to stay for a few days as a guest. Jennifer, who is a childhood friend of
Shekhar and stays in US, also happens to visit Mumbai at the same time. The
four of them brought under the same roof at the same time- Was it just a
co-incidence or a game of destiny? A strange turn of events takes place in the
Dutta house which leaves everyone bedazzled and confused. But Cyrus is unfazed
despite of an air of confusion around him. Infact, Roohi feels drawn to him the
very moment he enters Dutta house. Is Cyrus the only key to unrevealed secrets
or is there more beneath the unaware brain layers of Duttas?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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story takes you to the territories of spiritual science, mythology and
telepathy. All in all, it is a good and engaging read. </span></b></div>
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Potliwale Baba</span><span style="color: #1f497d;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The
story is a murder mystery, which involves the murder of maid of the Dutta
household, Naina. This has been my personal favorite among all stories. When Tara
gets mired in her career aspirations; differences start surfacing in the couple’s
relationship. Cyrus is a law student based in Delhi, who lives with her mother.
Is there any secret his mother is withholding from him? Why, after the death of
his mother, Cyrus shifts to Mumbai? Why Jennifer ends up at the Dutta house at
the time of murder? The story has been brilliantly told with an air of mystery
and suspense, which makes the reader curious enough to flip through the pages
to untangle the entangled lives.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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Team Tete-a-ten</span><span style="color: #1f497d;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The
story starts with Roohi going missing. Shekhar and Tara put in their best
efforts to hunt for their beloved daughter including putting up posts on
facebook. That is how they encounter Jennifer. The story also touches the
subject of homo-sexuality. However, the characters were not really well integrated
into one single story and there were rather too many parallel stories. As a
result, the story seemed a little scattered to me. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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in all Six Degrees was a good read with a chance to explore thirty different
minds in one single book. Collaborative writing is definitely an interesting thing
to do. I would love to see more collaborative writing initiatives by BlogAdda
in future and I would make sure I do not miss it. :) </span><span style="color: #1f497d;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b><b><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #002060; font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Pride makes the egotistical man, consciously or unconsciously,
try to cut off the heads of others to make himself appear taller. It likes to
belittle or humiliate others, to gloat on their mistakes and discomfitures and
to gossip and criticize. But woe unto any person, even well meaning, who
intrudes into ego’s own sanctum sanctorum. He is met with instant wrath, vengefulness
or at the very best, a “you should feel ashamed for hurting my feelings.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #002060; font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I happened to read the above lines in Bhagwad Gita and I was
instantly overwhelmed by the reality of it. It is the pride which comes in the
way of forgiveness. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #002060; font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“you should feel ashamed for hurting my feelings”. Isn’t it
something that we use to validate our anger and the bitter feelings we harbor for
whatsoever reasons? Even when we forgive, sometimes, we do not forget. Pride,
Ego, Hurt; these are but powerful enemies, and while we are blinded to the enemy
residing within our own selves; we, sometimes, or may be most of the times, are
unable to see the greener pastures in the wetland of our mind’s making. It is not
for someone else that we need to forgive, but for our own selves. Forgive and
then forget. It sure is not easy. It sure takes a lot of inner strength. But it
is important for our growth as a soul. And only after trying can we reach that
goal.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #002060; font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">This post is written for Indispire Edition 124# </span></b><b><span style="color: #002060; font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><a href="https://www.indiblogger.in/indispire_topic.php?topic=124">Forgiveness is not easy to come by. But it is
a sign of one's inner strength. What is your take on it?</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/search?q=%23Forgiveness">#Forgiveness</a></span></b></div>
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