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11:11

Now this 11:11 thing is an ever-increasing belief that I have come across recently. So what exactly is this 11:11? I had no idea, I still don’t but I am going to write about it all the same.

So what I have heard/read/or come across about his numerological belief is that it is a good omen. The long and short of it is that seeing this exact time is an auspicious omen.

What I read is that seeing this exact time is a sign of your angels being near by bringing you love and protection. Now, as like other beliefs, this one too states that seeing this sign again and again will do you good, or that it brings you peace and joy. And to make things clear, I have also come across this small detail, which says that in order to get that, you have to work for that particular thing. So, so far so good! But then how is it different from any other beliefs? I mean working for what you want is the ultimate savior for everything, or what?

Anyways, I am not here to demoralize anything or anyone. I mean come on, who am I exactly to even try and do that, a simple already lowly human? Those who believe this, they have their own thoughts and I am in no right to judge them. But my question is for myself, for people like me who don’t know whether to believe in these things or not. The major problem for people like me, that is if at all there are any people who think like me.

So, lets assume that the fact about 11:11 is right and it is indeed very auspicious to see this sign, once, repeatedly, and some good is going to follow now. But what if a person uses an analog watch? I mean how do you exactly see 11:11 there? May be I am not smart enough to do that and some other people can. But for me it’s a real task to see 11:11 if I am wearing an analog watch.

Then, comes the problem of using a 24-hour format in your phones. While on the one hand people flood my social media stories with 11:11 motivational quotes, on the other hand I struggle to balance the format of my time. I mean, can anyone tell me if 23:11 counts, still? Probably not!

So, I guess 11:11 cosmos is not for me. But when desperation kicks in you do weird things, at least I do. So I went and changed my format on the phone to 12-hour format, and was constantly at alert to anyhow see this 11:11!! And a day ago, I saw it!! Yes, I saw my phone, the time, exactly at 11:11. But now what!!

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An Unwilling Bouzouki

Sitting on chairs in proper alignment

It seems a long ago, when we students were huddled about,

Celebrating India’s independence was the days’ requirement

Making our English teacher proud.

 

Constantly, we had chided and pleased

To do something else as a substitute to teach,

We did it often, played adventures

Making memories after memories to one-day treasure.

 

She decided she’d ask a question to the vibrant youth

To which we would answer with sheer truth.

With defined wisdom she asked

“How will you want to see your country at long last?”

 

The question she asked was very simple

But it created in my mind a momentary ripple.

I raced with my newest friend, over thinking

Sitting there paralyzed, unblinking.

 

Speaking up in front of people was never my thing

And so I sat there; to time clinging, worshipping,

But we were only thirty students

And I persistently fought against my prudence.

 

Smiling, nodding I heard what my friends had to say

Pondering, how meaningful answers they had their way,

From eradication of poverty to building roads

To making luxury cheaper- their thoughts flowed.

 

And in less than forty minutes I was called on stage

When all I wanted to do was hide in a cage,

What is my favorite teacher going to think about my dumb thoughts

But still I erased blank, and joined the dots.

 

With face turned hot, ears red

I held the mike, but my lips dead.

I gathered myself, blinked and blurted

What my teacher thought- was the secret of my being introverted.

 

“If I live to be an old maiden

I want myself in the world (not country) to reawaken,

I want kindness; I want honesty and no chaos

I want peace; I want beauty and no havoc.

 

I fumbled; I fidgeted and put the mike down

Ashamed, I got down feeling like a clown,

I went to my seat, hiding my face

Wanting the few minutes to retrace.

 

Up until then I hadn’t herd

The deadening applause,

And so I sulked deeper amidst the nerds

For such words, I thought definitely had no cause.

 

Years from that day, I stand by those words

But if only I could change my verse,

Or better still I could have at least tried

To say everything for which my heart cried.

 

That day is gone

But I have a little strength now,

I have a little word play drawn

Perhaps, you’d tap with the button ‘Allow’.

 

If I live to be an old maiden

I want myself in the world (not country) to reawaken,

I’d love to see so many blessed things happen

That life itself would feel like a welcoming wagon.

 

If only I could find things a little different

My little sister would have taken birth for starters,

Or I wouldn’t have to be constantly belligerent

Being an orthodox Indian daughter.

 

I wouldn’t have to go to an all-girls school

Fearing boys and all the various rules.

Comparing myself to those who didn’t even go to school

I should have felt my life a little less cruel.

 

I’d want my grandmother to give me a kiss

For I never knew that bliss,

Or for my uncle to not give me that stare

For it was mortifying, I swear.

 

I’d want for no one to give me an eye

When I say I don’t want to learn cooking,

I’ll have different means to fly

Than just making all kinds of pudding.

 

I’d want a life where my mom does not persistently say

When you get married please take care of your husband,

Darling, you are not suppose to go astray

For your in-laws will have us trusted.

 

I’d want a life when I wouldn’t have to think some things

Like what can I study, so they never cut my wings,

Or how will I mange so many responsibilities

Work-husband-in-laws-kids-kitchen- a trillion little things.

 

I’d want a life where everything will not be ‘my’ duty

And I won’t have to be an absolute bouzouki,

Yes I’ll want peace and love and no havoc

I’ll want kindness, honesty and no mental chaos.

 

I’ll want a life where I consistently don’t have to remember

That I am a woman and somehow, somewhere I have to surrender,

I’ll want a life where I don’t want to stand in front of the mirror

And see incessantly how from him I differ.

 

Today, I have a little strength, a little clarity

So, please allow me to speak my dwarfish insanity,

If I live to be an old maiden

This is how I’ll want to end my cadence.

 

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PS: Do tell me if I have started saying the same things again and again, and if my words have started being mundane! 

 

Superhuman.

I wonder how people exactly multi task so much. Oh, don’t get me wrong; I am not talking about simple things like walking and texting, or eating and watching TV. I have bigger issues today. There are people who do millions of things together and yet seem never to get tired.

 

I know some people who do this! I am not kidding!!

 

Their chores start the moment the wake up, and seem never ending. It all begins with a morning work out/ exercise/ walk, and goes on to their respective jobs. Well of course a single job doesn’t suffice and so there is another part time work from home thing. And they seem to have time for that too. Their lunches are always never alone, considering how many people they have to keep up with. The evening brings back the writing ant inside of them and hence starts the blogging world, which of course requires an exceptional amount of time. Blogging is of course never a one-hand thing, leading to various social media for recognition, where of course they are extraordinarily rewarded. They have a social presence in a virtual world too. Their friends know their whereabouts constantly, from what they are doing, where they are doing, to why and with whom they are. Hence their social life is hype. Well, as dusk falls, dinner reservations are made for social life is not for only social media, made. So, when the person comes back home, with a stomach full, and a little weekday booze, a coffee is needed so that the person does not snooze. As the exams are approaching the person needs to prepare too. And hence a couple of hours are spent, wracking the brains and selecting the mains, whereby sleep befalls, and peace prevails.

 

Please tell me how do these people do this! Are they even human or some super power do they attain? Do I lack that kind of brain? Or am I just too lazy and of course a little crazy to even follow that kind of train?

 

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PS: This is me, pretty much after doing every single thing!

Half Moon!

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न जाने क्यों,

मुझे उस ढलती शाम के

अधूरे चाँद से अलग ही प्यार है.

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Somehow,

I brace a different kind of love for that half moon,

advancing the evening.

 

PS:I know I could have never come up with an English translation, sounding almost the same as the Hindi version; still worth a try may be?

 

Calm!!

This is what I came upon social media today. Guess, being socially active is not after all, all bad?

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A much needed respite from daily humdrum, from routine monotony, from everyday expectations.

Try it, it does look, sound and feel peaceful!

 

A tickin’ and a tockin’

Most of the times I feel about New Years like this:

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But then instantly, I have a regret, a guilt for being so pessimistic and my thought turns to something like this:

2!

I mean I have done it wrong, year after year, only trying, or rather barely trying to make things better, to improve myself. And year after year, I am barely floating above the level, but I am still there, trying. So why not this year too? (Not that I have a choice not to try)

So, I think and think more, which is what I am really a master at and decide that let what’s gone, go and welcome what wants to come. Instead of merging past, present and future, and struggling to barely keep up, I decide to just breathe. Peace is all I want, now. Lat year, had been too much of a roller coaster for me, nothing I could not handle, but given the chance I would have liked to dodge that bullet! But now all’s in the past, and I have never really looked up to New Years as I am looking up for this one. Nothing awaits me, not that I know of, but I am hoping against hope, that it would be a slightly better year than the last one.

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So, I am really not fretting over my past, not worrying about my future, all I want to do right now is, live in the moment, hoping against all hopes that things will turn out as they should be. (Because clearly however much I kick around in the air some things are really not under my control).

So, wishing all the lovely people around here, a very peaceful and a bright new year.

PS: As I write this down, Mr. Coffee hater is persistently cooing at me, wanting all the attention that I was clearly devoting to my computer. And just as I take the shot below, he winks at me, flutters his wing, and soars away! The attention seeker that he is!! Ufff…

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In case you don’t know who this person is who hates coffee; you can visit the link below: Mr. Coffee Hater- My New Friend!

Peace or Pieces?

Gather your pieces and

Walk towards the peace

That you have been pining for.

 

It is always easy to say that your life is in pieces, always very convenient to blame it on your destiny, or on someone else.

But the reality is that when in distress we simply don’t wish to see the reality hidden beneath the dust of illusion. If only we’d be brave enough to face our very own delusions, our own misgivings, and our faults we would see the truth. We would know where exactly something is wrong. We need to have the courage to tell ourselves that it is enough, and we need to gather ourselves, face the reality, tell ourselves that there is no going back, and resolve to walk with courage anew.

 

It is time we tell ourselves,

“Gather your pieces and

Walk towards the peace

That you have been pining for,

For the peace ain’t coming running to you.”