I randomly search the Pinterest page..to atumble on something that kicks open my writing…that’s how i deal with any writer’s block.. but yes..the writer’s block solution works only in this case wherein i am free to scribble anything i want irrespective of my word games, my spelling that goes wrong all the time and my words catching with the speed of my brain… Forget that. What i was saying is nothing to be undone and nothing to be redone..in life. It’s because we become what we eventually do and not something that we want to undo. What we already have done has become legendary that’s y we still wanna redo it….but again..there are no chances as such. But again, if you ever get a chance do it. Life gives you all ups and downs and it makes you who you, the very you, who are reading this. So be proud of what you are..and yes do things, you would wanna redo and undo at times..that’s life. Munch on your fav snack. Love someone so deeply that you are hurt. Love simply without any demands… Get hurt. Fall. Stumble. Have a life. Give a life. Take pain. Forget pain. Soak in rain. Travel. Drop your plans. Work out your plans. Lose weight. Gain weight. Lose yourself. Find yourself. … Yes, in the end, it’s all about finding yourself amidst all this….even if it means, you lose yourself over a couple of times..who is keeping a count on it…just go for it. …
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“Do you like me?” “Oh please like me…please please please..” We are either speaking these out loud or we are inwardly saying this in everything we do. Being human is one thing we can’t get over. From the beginning, we are asked to be good. “Be good ” “behave well” “you are a good boy/girl ” “just like my boy/girl” etc etc. But do you know? it’s a trap? The trap of people liking us. Trapping us to do what they or others want and stray away from what we deeply want. We tend to fall for it because we feel that’s right Initially, it becomes easy to do as per others’ guidelines but gradually when we begin to discover what we want..things change our needs will conflict with others’ needs. It’s hard but doesn’t mean that it’s not achievable. Train your mind to do things you like in your way. We dont need to be necessarily be liked by all, because we are not everyone’s cup of tea…we are our glass of vodka or wine..which can intoxicate in a way that none can understand. The world is cruel and crooked, they trick us with a label of being liked and make us do things in our way following the monotony. Choose for a different path…you shall be led to your destiny.
We all are so used to this monotony that we are too lazy to even grab the door and walk away. We keep ourselves comfortable in the pain too that even pain becomes a habit to us. Sometimes I end up drinking the same sugar-less tea, just because I am lazy to get the sugar from the cupboard and add it to my tea. We do this most of the time. Have you ever slept all night on the bed sweating just because you are lazy to switch on the fan? It is sometimes possible that the exit to a better one is right over there, but we choose to suffer..a little more every day. Wandering in agony and suffering the silence and grudge the world has for us. We are gradually becoming stronger and used to the pain or may call it numb. Do we realize whats the pain-causing damage to us?
Do we ever realize what we can achieve by choosing to walk away from pain? We hardly do. So why not give it a try. … ….. …..
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.
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.
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.
It was hard indeed, a change, a relocation quite unexpected in my life. Even though I am quite open to challenges that appear in my life, this time it shattered me. I was quite unsure when this came up, it did break open certain wounds that I never expected will ever appear in my life. I was quite settled down in my space, it was like my safe house, but then again like tumbled down, I am pushed away from my comfort zone. The pain was quite shattering. It did misplace my mind. Even then not completely agreeing to the changes, I accepted it, because that was my nature. All i ever knew, from the very beginning of my life, is to get adapted. I was so comfy with friends around, and a life that I always wanted with my beloved ones, but again I had to move on. My destiny seemed to have shifted from where I was. But my soul was contained there where I belonged. I wondered why it always happens to me, the moment I feel like there is no more shifting and finally, I am settled, I am thrown quite far away from where I belong. And just leaving me scarred for a long time. Gradually the pain either takes me over or I conquer the pain and live with it forever. I feel like I am just a robot in motion, trying to figure out my notions, but just flowing along with the tide… the windows seem so different, even when the sun shines the same… the doors opened up to a world, unknown to me. The journey seems normal, bu the path never collided with the one I wished for, like the dandelion fragmented into the air, pieces of me, scattered away in the breeze.
Unsure is my notions, Unsure is my words which flow, is it because I am cold, Or is it because my heart is frozen. I wondered as I wandered, again in search of the same comfort, I lost on my journey.
Yet again, all I knew is, I will return to where i belong. The place where i was nurtured and cared. The arms where I belong, but the wait is hard and grievous, which indeed is breaking my patience and my yearning for living.
Devoid of all feelings, I live the present, to conquer my future, which I await the most.