Story of an Average!

Journey of a passenger when the road is bumpy and katcha is an alert posture to avoid the next bump. When the road is all polished, smooth and concrete the posture is upright taking selfies, and fading away with the gushing wind. And when the road is a combination of both, we just sleep off giving it least attention and just wishing to reach the destination soon.

When life is too smooth we be jubilant, when it’s too harsh we blame, but when it’s balanced with equal amount of joy and sadness we ignore it’s existence.

When we be a topper we jump around asking for treats, when we fail we seek sympathy and curse ourselves, but when we score average in it, we just ignore it’s importance.

Basically being average in anything is taken for granted.

Let’s think it this way, a thread on an average comes handy everytime in our day to day life. We can use it to button up shirts, thread the flowers together, fly a kite, tie up eatables, knit a sweater etc. It will just be lying the table else, but when in need works like magic.
But when the thread is knotted no one can help it out, but just cut it off where knotted.

Being average is a task in today’s world. You don’t really belong anywhere. You just keep dangling from one side to the other.
You can actually feel each side of the weighing scale but you shall never be accepted on either ends. You would have reached most of it’s boundary, yet you wouldn’t be technically fitting in the “tagline” of pass or fail, rich or poor, fat or thin, fast or slow, fair or dark skinned, etc. You would have tasted the water on both the ends yet you are to be present in the middle. You have everybody telling you “me too” when you share experience, but you cannot tell them the same.
You be the bridge between the two ends. At times you be the victim between the two opposite poles. You be the equator which has to keep changing it’s time as timezones vary.

You basically are just N and can never be N+1 or N-1 as a result you just exist somewhere in the middle as a multiple of N.

So even though an average soul is least noticed in the lot, it takes huge courage to remain where you are, to be balancing just right to not let any one down. To be experiencing basically everything in life, a share of both the ends. For being a channel between both the ends and holding on each of the sides of the world strong enough!

Alas where sky meets the earth horizon is created and that’s a beautiful sight to watch.

Vibes!

Have you ever seen person for the very first time, and passed a quick judgement as to what this person might be, and then once u started mingling with him/her you get struck by reality and wonder what a wrong outlook you once had?!

You passed your judgement based on superficial grounds may be such as appearance, language, etc. And all these characteristics turned out to be opposite to the ones you own, and as a result some quick analyzed result was made.

But once you started conversing you realise it is striking quite smooth, things are linking well, and you start feeling connected. In the foreground of your mind you still wondering what’s happening.

I guess that’s called vibes.
Vibes are like resonance of thoughts and feelings. They are overflowing thoughts from ones mind, which when gets connected to the similar tribe, passes on smoothly into them without hindrance. You wouldn’t have to explain the joke, the thought, the emotion, the feeling. It just gets understood on it’s own. That aura feels so good.

Life gets exciting and energy gets doubled when such souls are found. Let the vibes flow😊

SUICIDE!

It’s been quite some time since I last heard the term suicide, perhaps 5mins ago!!! Yes that’s right. The number of suicides have been increasing tremendously. And most of them in their 20s.

What is Suicide? 

Suicide is the act of intentionally causing one’s own death. 

This is for all those who don’t know the meaning of it. No I am not trying to be funny! People may not know the meaning of the word suicide, else you tell me, why do we just chuck it by laughing when someone among our friend circle says ‘ah I just want to suicide yaar’, and we go like oh cool tell me something more interesting. We all just share ‘I give a damn attitude’ and walk off. 

I may not be a worthy candidate to speak about suicide, as duh I have not suicided yet no?! So why would you take me seriously right? That’s the mentality we share. Unless things don’t reach it’s pinnacle of extreme condition, we won’t bother to resolve it, rather not even pay attention to it. 

Mostly it starts off from depression. Depression can have different medical definations, but those who sail through it know the real feeling. 

It feels stuck, stagnant, alone. You are kept in some unknown place where no one can hear you, see you, feel you, as a result you are lost! Not just that, you are walked upon on. Because they can’t see you stuck there. You feel like a worthless animal! Your mind doesn’t work. Only your emotions overflow and as a result you start sailing in your own tears. You reach far away from people, as you are sailing towards a total different direction, wherever the tears of sorrow take you, you go there. Sorrow could be due to hundred various reasons which may not sound appealing, but surely equally disastrous.

Your own voice starts echoing in your mind. You can hear no one. You can just hear yourself over and over again. You are so blind to the path now that you No longer can see the way, but only see how much your eyes filled with tears can potray. Everything around you looks worthless. Nothing shall interest you. No amount of guides to come out of this flood of tears will help. No amount of preaching shall come into use. Nothing shall make sense. No google maps, GPS etc shall satisfy your destination. More like a stick kept in sea shore. People walk over it, it goes deeper, no life it has, just there because there is some oxygen still left in it. Hence living. Else it’s dead.

In such situations only way out seems, closing your eyes forever and never have to face it all. Too tedious a job to clear all the infinetly overflowing hurricane of echoes and tears, so you decide to just shut off the shutters and its all over. 

Even after we hear about suicides, we don’t care to think what the person must have gone through, but we accuse him/her of his death. I have myself accused people who have suicided. Only until I realised it myself. How insensitive can we get!

My friend life is surely a sinosidal wave. When you in the positive cycle everything may look fab. But surely some point of instance you are going to switch over to the negative cycle too. That’s when it gets hard. 

All a person needs is a listening ear and a mature mind to understand. 

We love proving that we have more problems then the speaker, and we go on about our saga of life. Ultimately not listening to what the other person had to say. How are you, whatsup etc have just remained plane rhetorical questions. No one really cares for the answers. 

Understanding everything a person says may be a difficult task no doubt, because either you must have experienced it yourself in your life and then you may be able to relate partially or you must have a knack to put yourself in their shoes and understand them. But listening is not a task at all. All you got to do is keep your ears open, and just feel what the other person is saying. That is it. So if not the former, we can surely try listening henceforth. Surely after listening it’s time to respond. And not all are skilled to give a response which is convincing. But when a person is depressed all he/she needs is reassurance that they are loved and wanted. That’s it. Just pure love. Be there for that person, take care of the person like a kid and trust me they will bounce back very soon. 

So let’s use our ears and tongue in proportion, giving the highest number more priority. 

Stagnant to flow!

Yes 🙂

Wondering who starts the blog with a tagline ‘yes’? That too when it is the first post of the blog? How boring and nothing to offer to the reader right?!

Perhaps I backspaced ‘N’ number of cheesy lines, one-liners, witty quotes, etc, and nothing was getting convincingly satisfied, and then yet again, for another time, I was going to close this blog by saying ‘NO’ chap, it’s not your cup of tea so just go to sleep! That’s when I bounced back and said ‘yes’ hell yes…And here I am finally beginning to break open the shell and not care about who cares.

What made me bounce back and say yes is something that shall follow. Always wanted to put my thoughts into words. I have a hurricane of thoughts in my mind. My mind is never quiet. It always has some of the other topics to ponder on. Be it when am idle, or working, it keeps thinking absurd stuff. Now this works negatively sometimes leading to overthinking, and sometimes positive. The prior one being the case mostly.

This made me a good listener, everyone around did say they were glad I understand, and that I can feel them. But I could never say that to anyone. Only because I didn’t converse the way they did. I couldn’t put into words what I felt. Anything I phrase would look disconnected or vague to be shared. So I would just cut it off there.

That’s why I started writing, felt lighter that I could put it in words, and there was a flow of my thoughts which is being inked beautifully on the paper now. My thoughts weren’t stagnant anymore, they all kept flowing beautifully.

Then came the phase when I started seeking validation from people about my writings, thinking this way at least I can get someone to relate to me. Sure it did happen. My friends did love a few of my writings, but weirdly the ones I loved the most were hardly appreciated, and those which I wrote randomly were highly acknowledged. And this saga went on for a while. As a result my writings too ended up being stagnant. They didn’t flow into another person, and therefore I felt stuck. Even when I wrote the most beautiful thought, I sought assurance from others for it to be what I thought it to be.

That’s what made me bounce back and say yes. Write to just free your mind. Write to keep it flowing. And doubting your thoughts is doubting yourself and when you can’t accept who you discover yourself to be, then I don’t think you can accept anyone or anything else.

I didn’t know what I was waiting for, or whom I was waiting for rather. I realized my thoughts are the ones that shape me and make me the unique soul that I am. I need no stamp on it. And finally, I understood this.

So as the new year began, a new soul also has risen. One who never stood for thee accepted anything without assurance never believed in thee, and always felt stuck and vulnerable is now finally flowing.

Many more posts shall come up, as now nothing shall be blocked but left free.

🙂