Saturday, January 21, 2017

Say I want you, not need you...

For a horrific few seconds you realise that this could be it, you could have been left all alone in this wide whole world, with no real relation to call your own. You are just there, standing all alone at a busy cross-road while scores of people pass you by. They are not bothered about you being there. You just stand there, in silence, trying to assimilate the fact that you are all alone.

As tears roll down, and the sinking feeling of being alone hits you hard, you try to find someone who could just be there besides you. It is not a need, it is a want of someone to be there with you. You are enough for yourself, you love your own being, you are strong enough to carry your own burden on your shoulders. You know you don’t need anyone. Surely, you don’t.

As you finally understand the difference between ‘Need’ and ‘Want’, you say it out loud, “I want you, not need you.”

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Say your prayers, thank your stars…

Say your prayers, thank your stars, you never know what life will bring in the next moment. Be grateful for what you have. Quit the games, the drama and live vulnerably. Let the world see the real you, the intrinsic person that you are.

Laugh out loud, cry when overwhelmed, but never lose hope, the bright side of life. And, say whatever you want to, but with a touch of humour. Bring smile on people’s faces, they need you just as you need them.

Choose to be happy. Yes, happiness is a choice.

But, never ever forget, to say your prayers, and thank your stars…

Sunday, January 8, 2017

Top 5 awesome feelings you immediately get when toxic people leave!

"I am glad that I had such past bad relationship experiences, they taught me what exactly a relationship should not be, and what I deserve instead." Someone shared this interesting insight today and it made so much sense. 

As clich├ęd as it may sound, unless we know the darkness, it is tough to appreciate light. And, toxic relationships are no exceptions as well. Problem is, you would not know that you are in a toxic relationship unless you come out of it! 

But when you do, it is another form of liberation all together. And, that's what this post is about. 

Here are top 5 awesome feelings you immediately sense when toxic people leave.

1. Liberated, finally: Couldn't help using this analogy, because trust me, nothing is better than this, and most women would attest to it as well. The liberation that you feel when toxic people leave is like the freedom women feel at the end of the day when they can finally take-off their bras! Yes, that feeling. The fastening around your chest is finally gone, literally. 

2. Zen-like calmness: Suddenly, the chatter is off. You don't need any expensive therapies or shrinks to get your sense of being. There is total silence around you, and there is something meditative about it. You may also start floating in the air with your legs criss-crossed! Just kidding, that will take some serious effort my friend. But, yes, your head is definitely in the air. 

3. You could be Batman: You could be anyone, I mean anyone. You could be Batman, Superman or even Shaktiman, if you prefer that particular brand of superhero, and don't mind getting vertigo! The possibilities are endless, just don't try to jump off a building unless you are bitten by a radioactive spider or you are actually an alien with superpowers! Toxic people are like kryptonites who rob your powers, stay away from them.

4. You glow like a light bulb: Or like a sun if you want to. You look the best even when you get up in the morning with your hair all messy, because you get up wearing a smile, and you wear that smile the entire day. You glow and smile so much that marketing agencies start following you to become the brand ambassador for Business Baba's beauty products and toothpaste! 

5. Suddenly the world is full of friends: You are no longer the 'yes' man of your 'famous' henchman. All of a sudden you discover, you have friends too. The long-lost connections are ready to embrace you with open arms and equally open mouth. Be ready to hear some choicest of abuses and sarcasm. After, all toxicity leaves some residue too!

Be awesome, always :)

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Men never ask for direction. Never. Period.

"Our little satellite reached Mars because it was called MOM. If it was called DAD, it would still be circling the Earth, lost, but not willing to ask for directions." I finished Mrs. Funnybones at one go. Seriously, Twinkle Khanna is a riot. As much as her acting career sucked, her writing is amazing. It was therapeutic to LOL (laugh out loud) at 1 am, giving some serious competition to the many nocturnal ‘creatures’ out there hunting…Oops! Haunting…

But that generic statement about men is spot on. In fact, I believe GPRS was actually developed after this need gap analysis was conducted on a global basis! Don’t believe me, here are some choicest samples.

My dad never asks for directions, never. He insists that he knows every other road that is there to know! Predictably, we often got lost, with the front seats of our reliable Maruti 800 transforming into a battleground in a matter of a wrong turn. While my mother shouted hoarse to ask for directions, my dad kept driving through one alley after another, as me and my brother haplessly wished for the main road to somehow surface.

One particular incident however is etched in brown letters in our mind. Why brown? Read along.

We were driving back from a wedding (not a marriage, as a dear friend pointed out the other day…marriage is an institution, while wedding is the actual ceremony), when my father decided to take a detour. He said, “There is a new road ahead, and we would reach early.” It was almost 11 pm, and with no streetlight, we were relying on the headlights to ‘guide us home’.

Nobody had any clue about that ‘said’ road, and though mom suggested meekly that it was not a good idea to ‘experiment’ so late, dad insisted that he needed ‘to boldly go where no man has gone before’. And, rightly so, we reached at a place where no one would dare to go…into the, hold it, ditch! Before we knew it, our Maruti baby was inside a ditch as the road had abruptly come to an end after a few yards of mud and muck. There was pin drop silence inside the car…the kind of silence we get before the storm.

So, while the storm raged, me and my brother braved the ‘brown’ mud to call a few laborers from the nearby construction site and got the car out. The look of shock on the faces of the laborers was priceless. They kept asking dad, “Babuji, yeh kaise hua…” (Sir, how did this happen). And, even babuji had no idea!

Many of you may believe that this would have been a good enough lesson for my brother to at least ask for direction. But, not only he has inherited my dad’s genes, but the entire genetic code of his ‘kind’. And, he went a step ahead. Not asking for direction is one thing, but not hearing properly where you are going is like throwing ‘chaos’ into the already disastrous cauldron. My sis-in-law asked him to pick her from her office, located in Dundahera. My brother very conveniently heard it as Dharuhera. Now, there is some 20 kms difference between these two places. And, despite my sis-in-law’s accurate road guidance (she has one of the best road senses in the house, although not knowing how to drive!), my brother somehow managed to get himself to a road that led to a town that for some unimaginable reason is called Dharu(alcohol)hera.

Being MIA (missing in action) for more than an hour despite being so near her office, sis-in-law called my brother to enquire about his location and was shocked when he told her that he is passing through some village and ‘sarso ka khet’. Knowing fully well by now that her husband is utterly lost, she insisted him to ask for direction, which my brother surprisingly complied with. Half an hour later, brother calls up sis-in-law in a harassed tone, “I am still lost, all I can see are fields after fields. Where has Bank of America opened its office? I even asked someone, and he told me that Dharuhera is still a few kilometers from here.”

Sis-in-law didn’t know how to react. Somehow managing to keep a straight face she told him to ask for direction towards Dundahera and burst out laughing the moment she kept the phone down. Yes, men could be hopeless at times.

I had an ex who was forever lost, partly because I kept insisting on taking new roads as I wanted to know where those roads led to (reason why I know so many roads in Delhi). But he used to get so utterly lost that sometimes he even forgot the way from his home to office. And instead of asking for direction, he would call me up to guide him to find the right way. Imagine me becoming a virtual GPRS long before it was even developed!

So, definitely, lives of men have improved post GPRS. They now know where to reach and how to reach. Still don’t believe me? Here’s an anecdote.

As I waited for my friend to pick me from a weird bus stop in front of a metro station, I tried giving him the exact description of my location, which was a steel bus-stop seat, shaded by a Pipal tree that had a crocked branch, with a funny sounding school building in the background (being a writer makes you, by default, describe even mundane things with a pinch of poetic analysis!). After the second call trying to desperately describe my whereabouts, he coolly said, “Send me your location, I will reach you.” As I Whatsapped my location, I realised, “Wow! That was easy.”

Had it been pre-GPRS era, I would have struggled to describe my location. And, predictably, the man in question would have insisted on relying on his internal GPRS to somehow miraculously reach me sitting on a steel bus-stop seat, shaded by a Pipal tree that had a crocked branch, with a funny sounding school building in the background! Got the picture, Oops! The direction, I mean!