Thursday, January 25, 2018

There is a purpose in the ‘purposelessness’ of life!

They say ‘there is no purpose to life’. You just exist and that’s all.

Living without a purpose is depressing, emptying your mind of everything is scary. You seek validation for your existence, whether it is through your work or family, there is something, some life story that validates that you are alive.

Even people who profess about the purposelessness of life are also living a life of purpose. When they ask you to be mindful or focus on your breath to be present in the moment, they are giving you a purpose.  

Each day, at every moment, even in your sleep, you are fulfilling a purpose, which could be as mundane as wearing a sock.

Your mere existence has a purpose. That is, to live this life. And, while you are at it, live it in a manner that gives you happiness. And, what makes you happy? Believe it or not, happiness, a form of content, comes when you make someone else happy. Next question, how do you make another happy? Easy, just by being kind, compassionate and loving. These are the very essence of a human being, and all you need to do is to realise these and embody them.

Be in touch with your core human-ness, and you will never need any validation. You won’t need religious dogmas, spiritual philosophies, atheist viewpoints, gurus, rituals or anything that makes you feel as if you are closer to getting an answer for your existence.

Your existence is your answer. Your humanity is your answer. Be that, each day.

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

A book in a month!

I must be mad enough to do this, but then again, I love challenges. And, I love to challenge myself, push myself constantly to do something different, to better myself. It has been years since I am trying to write a book, and have been giving excuses, sometimes it's the plot, sometime's the story, and sometimes, actually most of the times, the fear to find myself written in my own book.

This time, I decided to go beyond that fear, I am finally addressing the elephant in the room - my life. Every writer starts with an autobiographical element, it's like a curse, one just can't escape it. I tried to run away from it too, thought of 100s of detours to write my first book on something that would not be remotely related to me. And, I failed miserably each time. That's when I decided to write it the way the inner me is asking me to do so.

I will write from my heart, and edit from my head. This month, I plan to get my emotions and logic to work together, herculean task, I know, but I am not giving any other choice to myself.

This month I am set to fulfil my long-standing dream, to finally pen down my first ever novel. Wish me luck!

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

When the guard refused to let me climb Charminar!

Hyderabad was the first-ever city that I had explored on my own, way back in 2006. It was a fun experience, with a really funny anecdote.

As I made my last stop to see Charminar, the guard checking the tickets refused to let me climb the minar. He was shocked to find that I was travelling all alone. Plus, he didn't basically trust me to go up the higher chambers all by myself. Despite assuring him that I had no intension of jumping off the minar, he was reluctant. He said only if someone takes my guarantee will he allow me. Desperate to now accomplish this, I requested two young girls to let me come along with them. Thankfully they agreed. The guard issued them strict instructions about me, which they actually followed through, to the extent of trying to hold my hand!

As you could see, it was an uneventful visit and true to my words I did come back to the ground and showed my face to the guard too. He apologetically said, "Kya karein, loga kudi maarne ko bhi ata na," in a true-blue Hyderabadi style!

Finally, have started to grow my roots

I always had wings, and therefore, the reason to fly. Though, I wished for roots, the ground was never right. It was either too dry or too marshy. How would they have helped me grow? I couldn't anchor myself there, even when I tried. The roots refused to grow, they kept shrinking in itself, prompting the wings to take a flight, again and again.

And then, I found a nice patch, semi-green with enough water to sustain myself. The ground was welcoming. It let me settle there nicely. I liked the view, I grew comfortable, actually too comfortable to notice that I was drying out the very essence of the ground.

It gave away one day. And, I thought maybe it was time to find another ground. As I prepared to flutter my wings again, I noticed a small root sprouting from my feet. It surprised me so much that I unknowingly grounded myself, and the magic unfolded.

The root had finally found a ground to grow, and it refused to stop. It went deep within the ground to its very core, and halted my flight.

I love this patch of semi-green. It is not perfect, but it is perfect for me. I am tending it with love and care. And maybe, some day it will be carpeted with green grass, beautiful flowers and a tall tree standing proudly with its roots firmly in the ground.

And, that day, it will finally have a reason to stay forever.

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

An artist

Her monologue is perfect. She only fears her emotions. They may finally betray her stoic attitude. Not today, she tells herself. I have to be the best.

She takes the centerstage. As a tear escapes, threatening to ruin the moment, she skillfully wipes it while tucking a stray hair.

She knows the time has come. Time to say those oft-rehearsed words. As she takes the mic, it becomes magic on the stage.

"I am trusting, vulnerable, transparent...And I don't know any other way to live...If that makes me a fool, be it...I would rather be a foolish puppy than a clever bitch!"

She finishes with élan.

The standing ovation said it all. Soon, the curtains fall, ending the drama forever.

#tinytales #shortmusings #storiesthatneedtobetold

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Brutally honest reviews of top networking apps by an annoyingly opinionated single woman!

That's me. Annoyingly opinionated. And, yes, single too :p

All the single men and women out there would identify with this. When you are single, networking apps become your lifeline, it kind of gives you hope that all is not 'lost' in the world after all!

So, here's reviewing some such apps in a brutally honest manner, laced with dollops of sarcasm. If you are easily offended, do read this now!

Facebook makes us depressive and then demonic - Of course we feel crushed every time we see those cute little babies or lovey dovey couples on their honeymoon. What do you think we are, emotionless robots? But hold it, we also carefully plan our revenge. We display our awesomeness with our cool swag and sexy profile pics, that amazing solo trip we undertook, weekend hangouts and parties, and an unashamedly blatant showcase of everything and anything new. Oh! Yes, it's all planned baby!

Twitter is our external brain - We have an inherent need to be re-assured that we are intelligent and because that 'significant other' is missing whom we could have bored with our non-stop fascinating chatter, we turn to Twitter, or get turned on by Twitter. Hey, isn't Twitter kind of sapiosexual! Now, we rattle our brains to come up with something funny or interesting or pensive in 140 characters, editing and re-editing our thoughts to the extent that we don't stop unless we shout 'Eureka' unlike Archimedes (difference being we don't run like him dude!).

We use WhatsApp for work - That's actually the truth. Either we are using it for coordinating with our clients, boss, colleagues during the day or lamenting about our sad lives with our few still-there-to-give-us-their-shoulders-friends at night. And, if you catch us at the dead of the night on this app, well, that's because we are either snooping on our exes, or checking out our crushes, or simply trying to mute that conversation the American chachi is having with the Canadian moushi on home remedies for curing loosies!

We are the 'inventors' of hashtags on Insta - We squeeze out our creativity on Instagram just as we squeeze the toothpaste tube when it is at its fag end! Because we have a smartphone and we think ourselves no less than a Raghu Rai or Steve McCurry (in my case), we click whatever is clickable or even-not, and post it with a hundred non-imaginable and difficult to comprehend hashtags. And, yes, I am confident that all those incomprehensible hashtags are the creation of my kind (singles that is) because, hashtags are all we can think of as we don't need to dabble with dippers, dinners and dishes!

We have an off-and-on relationship with Tinder - We secretly hate it. It just reminds us of the Yahoo! Messenger days. Seriously, it takes immense self-control not to type ASL the moment you 'match' with someone. On bad days, Tinder is our best friend, and with determined zeal we log on to it to find someone out there (nearby, of course), and end up just swiping left, left and left. And, at a moment when you were getting bored out, you burst out laughing when you find someone like the guy below, and remind yourself, it is after all worthwhile to be on this app, just for the heck of it :D

Sunday, April 30, 2017


Kuch dhundlayi hui si yaadoo mein kuch khojne ki koshish, har baar us ek modh par le ati hain jiska zikr na tum karna cahate ho na mein. Phir kyu, roz hum yeh socchte hain, ki kuch toh hain, un dhundlayi hui si yaadoo mein...

Aur kabhi yuin hi, bina daastak diye, har us baat ka zikr ho jata hai jinhe humne ek bare se sandook mein samet ke rakha hai, jiski chabbi ek muddaat hue kho gayi hain...

Jaab woh band pitara khulta hai, kisi zikr pe hum hustein hain, kisi pe chuppi sadh lete hain, lekin woh ek zikr na tum karte ho na mein, jo hain kahi dabi hui un dhundlayi hui si yaadoo mein...