Happy Teacher’s Day

The whole day I was in a conflicting thought about the teacher’s day post. Don’t know what exactly was ruining my words. That’s when I realized that being a mother all I think of sending kids to school is about who will be the guiding force. You never know what kind of teacher your child is going to be taught by all the time. It’s because I have seen the bad influence of a bad teacher and the good influence of a good teacher on my children. Knowingly or unknowingly teachers impact a child’s thoughts in various ways. A teacher is more like a mother or a guardian angel a child trusts so it is indeed a great huge responsibility. With more schools being commercialized teaching has become commercialized to an extent. Slowly the good and dedicated teachers have become just countable. Gone are the days when teachers were the symbol of respect too. Thank God there are still some beautiful souls who instill hope in my mind.
But Again I take this moment to thank all my teachers who were playing a part in nurturing me into who I am now. I thank full for that.  And I believe that let all children have such beloved teachers who make can instill humanity in everyone’s mind and you don’t need just blood bond to bond and trust.
Happy Teacher’s Day to all my wonderful teachers around the world.
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Sreepriya Menon
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Like a fallen star

Like a fallen star from the sky.
I wandered everywhere to
Find my sky.
But all I found in the land.
Which extended and changed now and then.
I slipped.
I drowned.
I was exhausted.
I was broken.
I just existed. But survived the storms.
For a moment I thought, the whirlwind might take me home.
Yet again, it withered me into pieces.
Finally, I saw the sunshine.
The raindrops contained my reflection.
Yet, nothing took me home to my sky.
Until it was night,
When the moon lit up the sky.
With thousands of stars up there.
I lay there watching it, where I felt at home.
Until a wave carried me away,
Into an infinity.
When I was finally up in the sky.
Like a tingling star.
Dazzling in the sky,
Watching the world from up above.
With a smile.
That brightened the world beneath.

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TheChaoticPoetess
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What Women’s Day truly mean to Me

Perfect morning and I am as usual into the daily chores. But again what was so special about the day? Nothing, but it was International Women’s Day, and it is all perfectly normal for me.
Like always, I posted something for Women’s day, and all wished me the same. I too wished the same to all.

A strong woman is someone who does not bother about gender equality but works of her caliber. She doesn’t beg or fight for her position, because she earns it on her way. She doesn’t need feminism or war, because she is beyond it.
Be it a mom, a little girl, or even a grandmother, homemaker, entrepreneur, or even a working lady…she has her own identity which is unbreakable.
Respect her, and she gives it back double.
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Happy Women’s Day to all my dear ladies out there.
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Sreepriya Menon

But then I realized, do we women actually feel the speciality of this day?

Do we feel that we are being especially accepted or just accepted at least?

Why do women I know, feels quite related to contents posted on inequality, gender gap, no financial independence, security and safety, emotional abuse and much more violence?

Are we truly celebrating the day with a whole heart or a hole in the heart?

Dont we all truly feel the pain of injustice happening to all the women in the world or maybe anything related to a human being?

I do not claim that all women are oppressed, but many are.

There are child rapes happening, rapes and abuse and much more, but never given justice.

Don’t you think that these injustices happening around need to be curbed for the good?

Why we celebrate this Women’s day

  • when most women around us are not even valued for their gender?
  • when there are numerous child rape cases happening and only the women are blamed for it?
  • When there is domestic abuse occurring, but again the women do silently suffer without hesitance?
  • When women themselves are blaming their own kind, how can even man support it?
  • When the gender gap is created by women itself.

how can justice prevail, when the women are not into it together. If I say I would blame the women in the society for downgrading themselves to the level of being treated like trash.

The mothers teach their daughters to silently suffer marital rape and be in a relationship, where they suffer a lot in the name of society. The mothers teach their daughters to do household chores and ask the boys to sit on the couch and enjoy snacking. When the women themselves are not confident enough to think better of themselves and blame the other independent women to be bitch who never take care of the family, she is bounded to, it is indeed a big war among the same breed.

But again, women need not have any ones approval to be what she wants. All she needs is to be accepted as who she is irrespective of all factors that categorize her as a woman. Let her be her….and he be him. Why mix coffee and tea as they both have their own flavours and taste.

Whole in whole, I feel like a complete woman in my own way. For me, being whole means I do not need an identity as a mom, or a daughter or a sister .. all I need is the identity of a whole woman, not a tag line that lingers around me.

And someday I shall achieve it, no matter what. But again, once i attain it, all the identity that lingered with me will shatter away, because, those roles I carried on till then need me in the way they want, not how I wanted myself to be.

Till then, Women’s day is yet another day in my life.

Yet!

To all Women who feel complete in their life

Happy Women’s Day !!

Do let me know in the comments, how you feel complete. I believe everyone has their own reasons. Even men can comment, what’s your idea of a complete woman.

Have a Great Day !!!

Self love ❤️❤️

Call me an advocate for self-love…
Yea…i always keep encouraging every other person around me to take some “me time”off.
It is indeed much needed when it comes to individuals.
In the past, due to my negligence i had sacrificed my me time and given it away for sake of others and in the end, it was just me who got blamed for.
So that’s when i decided to take some time off and spend doing something i just love to. It can be just reading, binge-watching some series like friends(maybe again n again), or a stress free time on my balcony gazing at the sky, or just cycle around with my friend.
These never harm anyone, but inturn benefits us in a great way. We all are always in a hustle amidst the bustle of life, wherein we see each and everyone around us, but what about us…just look at yourself.
Enjoy your good health, enjoy your book or even a bite of a meal or even a movie.
All those things you missed to glance at.
Hop around and dance away until your heart feels like flying.
Me time is essential, for keeping yourself happy and the people around you happy.
I keep suggesting this because i know i was broken once and then it took me loads of time to gather every broken piece of me to be who i am now.
Learn to love yourself again.
Self-love is a call to yourself.
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Soulrecitals
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Who are you? Discover You

Thoughts are cluttered always in my mind. I do keep my brain idle, even when it is asleep. I taunt it crazy dreams, which I manifest in my heart or my brain.

Some days, I keep pondering about what am I? Who am I? What do I want in life? and much more .. as I said, my thoughts are always cluttered in my mind. I keep boggling it now and then.

I might do one thing today but may not want to do the same, the other day. Literally like a monkey mind, my mind jumps from one thought to the other, sometimes even my words find it hard to keep up with my speed of thinking. I keep making mistakes and mistakes all the time be it for profession writing or my ones. It is hard for me to concentrate.

My writing is never accepted at home or by anyone I love, they say it is not good or maybe my thoughts are much more rebellious as always, which is why I was never accepted from the very beginning of my life. I always had a different taste consider people or food or be it anything. It was hard for me to find fault with something that others considered a sin or simple as a ‘bad’.

My thinking was always adrift from any others in the family. The rebellious me reside in me and peeps out now and then. It never keeps anyone happy around me. But I chose to do it, as I can’t betray my inner self.

Moreover choosing me at times is important to show I love myself.

Sometimes we all are juggling between so many choices. Let’s say for example a book. In my home, as people are narrow-minded ( not to a greater extent, but yes limited), people think that reading such books like Fifty shades of grey and all is not civilized, so they all consider my writing to be a lil uncivilized or more like a barbarianism. I had tried my best to cope with it, but no response from my inner self, it told me you are cheating yourself. And it was much more hurting. Because I loved being loyal to my writings, else what’s the point in it.

Reading all kinds of books, writing what comes to my mind is what I like. If I keep a filter in it every time I do it, a piece of a particle of me is lost in something which I cannot regain.

I like being honest in my writing, the more I try to camouflage it with some restrictions, it is going to be fake even more. And the readers will never understand the true emotions in it.

Like writing, is my relationship with the people. The more I fake it, the more painful it is gonna be.

Most of the people around me, try to utilize me and my potential, and yes cant blame, its a human tendency. But again, when i am in a good mood, i don’t look into that part, but when I am blown apart, that’s when everything falls rightly into my mind and I feel like a fool being utilized.

Literally at home, I write hiding from others, because for them it’s me wasting time, and none realize how much it helped me. Few years, back I was battling with depression and as always, I regained my mind. Being experienced at falling into depression and then reviving from it. My life was never easy, though most of them never know.. Blame me for all the foolishness though( as per others).

Life is a hurdle, it gives you a multitude of options.

As you read across, this, you realise, today I am not so happy, because, I am scribbling everything that is coming up in my mind. These are my uncontrollable thoughts and it is a mess.

But again coming to the point, choosing what you always want to do keeps you happy and engaged. It gives your life a meaning, which no one can bring about.

I have seen many people not just ladies, but men too, stuck with things in life and unable to do things what they want. They not only lose what they passionate about but also a piece of themselves that they dearly posses.

Sometimes, take time out and then do what you like in your life. Do not waste it, else on your deathbed, you come to realise, you have done nothing for yourself.

Doing or pursuing what you like the most, is going to gift you, the unwrapped version of you. Trust ME ! you will.

Take the call, and feel it.

You might hurt many, but you are not hurting yourself and that is important.

Choose you sometimes.

A pinch of happiness to your soul can be given only by you.

All the best folks. !!!