I wish I was butterfly But they have such a short life Cocooning in and emerging with bright colours Mysterious and symbolic Signifying hope and change and celebrations I wish I was a butterfly Flying from flower to flower Colourful and serene.
Albert Einstein once said ” Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.” The society we live in has determined what makes for being intelligent, successful and settled, and if you don’t aspire to be dictated by its notions….. well, you’ll be ridiculed, demeaned and belittled/ yelled at. But is this one sighted approach of linking intelligence with academics, success with wealth and settled with being married with children, prudent? I have observed on multiple situations, people with a lot of potential being belittled just ’cause they fail to attain the standards set by the society. We, as humans, have failed to comprehend the notion of liberty to live the life one wants. Albert Einstein also said, “It is, in fact, nothing short of a miracle that the modern methods of instruction have not yet entirely strangled the holy curiosity of inquiry”, emphasizing that the *academic curriculum* that we have been using to determine intelligence is in fact flawed. And shouldn’t success that be a personal journey, an expedition to comprehend the meaning of success for oneself. And why does one need to be married to be settled? Why not consider having figured and accomplished the lifestyle we intend to live to be called as being settled? . “And to be thinking less of oneself, more like questioning one’s own existence” Let’s let each one live for his own experience
Rising dawn filled with golden hues Awoke me from my prolonged slumber As the aromas of coffee seeds allured me I like my coffee a little dark With chocolates spread across, I run on chilled caffeine chaos
“That’s the ideal meeting…once upon a time, only once, unexpectedly, then never again.” – Helen Oyeyemi
Strolling through a warm summer evening, along the Pichola lake, I met this little kid. Free-spirited, laughing and jolly. She approached me with an elephant keychain insisting to sell it for Rs 20. And we started talking. She told me some stories and I listened earnestly. And then she gave me the keychain, that I still cherish with all my heart, but vanished before taking the money. I called after her but she just disappeared in the blues. I still think about her sometimes, wondering what she might be upto. Abhijit Naskar, in his book, Love, God & Neurons emphasized on “Each person you meet influences your mental universe in a way……. ” and I feel she influenced me in some ways.
Hello, hii, you know there those days or weeks when you’re not feeling yourself and tend to be crestfallen. Well, I had been feeling like that for a few days and then today, I put my foot down and asked “What is happening here? What is wrong with you? Why am I being so unproductive? ”
And in that moment, I knew this had to change. So I paused and observed, and in that moment I realized the chaos and confusion around me. I had been so frustrated and worried about my career that I began loosing my hair.
So firstly, I decided to reach out to certain people and they gave me their advice. Writing professionally is new to me. Although, I have written earlier, I had never considered it as a career and hence, I was overwhelmed as I didn’t know how and where to begin. I still have no clue and am looking for some divine intervention (that was sarcasm but I’d be immensely obliged if you guide me).
But what I knew was something needed to change. And the first thing that came to my mind was my desk. It needed to be uncluttered. Cleaning the desk, filled me with inspiration and I moved on to the next step. I went to this shop and bought these plants, got myself a lemon teacake, my very first lemon teacake, and got on with work.
Now I might not have achieved anything but this small step, this little transformation of my workspace altered my entire attitude and filled me with motivation and optimism.
I saw a few familiar faces Back when there were no human races Bones and skins wrapped together In utmost harmony Breathing in the turmoil of the blue firmament Engulfing the peace of the ‘komorebi’ Rising on the shores of oceans They meet me in the land of nothingness
Komorebi – sunlight streaming through the leaves of the trees