Caged

You are celebrating freedom today and we will be doing the same tomorrow.  But deep down, we both know that we still share the same cage that has imprisoned millions of hearts that remain undivided in spite of the borders and the bombs!

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The Magical Misfit

I am a different person when I write. Writing for me doesn’t mean jotting down with my pen or merely typing. Writing for me is pouring my thoughts,expressing my feelings. It is like conveying it all to someone I fully trust (though there is no one I really do :P). So I put it all down, giving myself in…striving, crying, laughing and expressing it all. As a famous quote says “there is nothing to writing. you just sit at the typewriter and bleed.” Art never comes from happiness but for me, it surely brings me closer to happiness. When I am done writing, I feel as if I have told it all to someone I really love. I am ‘me’only when I write. May it be pain or in vain. I can’t be the same person all the time. Call me a split personality if you want to but it is actually not possible or even real. If i were to be the same person always, I would never have all the people talking to me. I would be considered as someone out of their senses. But I am a writer and therefore I am not sane. Writing does to me what no one else can. So I can never really be ‘that someone’with you.

feeling weird. Right?

That’s okay!

it’s good to give a thought sometimes 😛

PERFECTION- THE IMPERFECT ILLUSION

“My life is not perfect,

I am not happy,

My life sucks”

Ever heard all of these?

Yes! You certainly have… whining, complaining, not being satisfied now a part of every individual’s life

But why?

You think your life is not good?

Ask the unfortunate ones

You think you aren’t a genius?

Well, you are literate enough to read this.

You think you don’t own much?

Then all you own accounts to everything the 80% population dreams of!

You think you are fat?

Well you always wanted more of everything.

You think you are too skinny?

Look at the malnourished ones.

You think you lack love?

Have a look at your parents.

Hurt from broken friendships?

Recall the lessons learnt.

Thinking about freedom?

You are not kept in a cage!

Dreaming of big villas?

You don’t live in the transit tents and build your own homes.

You think you are dark and black?

Ummm, won’t you mostly prefer chocolate over vanilla?

Don’t have the branded shoes?

Think of those who dream of legs.

You think life is uncertain?

Would you be happy waking up each day and counting the days to your death?

Everything has its own way and there’s a reason to everything. You might keep complaining everyday but god made you who you are for a reason. All of it is just a matter of satisfaction.

You don’t agree?

Then define ‘perfect’

Your definition of perfect is someone’s ordinary

Their definition of perfect is someone else’s

And wait! Someone else’s definition of perfect is what you curse right now

Everything that you have!

‘Perfect is just an illusion. Just like everyone believes and talks about god but have not seen him and are not sure about his existence, the same is about perfection. It is all a matter of your own creation. Perfect doesn’t really exist. It will never be attainable without satisfaction.

We crave for attention, keep complaining about people. But spare a second. Do you value yourself? Do you know your worth? Do you praise your existence?

Why expect it from others?

You can always work upon bettering yourself and achieving more but the key to it is accepting what you are, the way your life is, being happy with your blessed privileges and working for what you want.