The past week hasn’t been very blissful for me so my thoughts came out through the only source they seep the best through-Poetry. I’m just going to post all of them here, hope you like it. They’re all pretty murky, but I have good reasons.
My first meetings with people usually go through the following transitions-
-Ist Meet– Who on Earth does she think she is? Why doesn’t she speak to anyone? Why doesn’t she seem interested in a talk?
-1 Month later- Oh well, I guess she’s not that bad.
-3 Months later- Wait ..What just happened?
-7 Months later- Will you please STOP TALKING about that gorgeous guy you met in a book?
-A year later- *usually when they see me dance* I WONDER HOW SHE RAN AWAY FROM THE ASYLUM.
People tell me something is terribly wrong with my brain or maybe I’m missing a screw or something. But from what I’ve observed on the inside people, once they get to know the real me, love to be around me. They laugh with me, that’s the best part I guess.
And from what I’ve deduced until now is I’m not even a tiny bit ‘not proud’ of it. I’ve never found ‘behave like a grown up’ very appealing.
I’ve always had an admiration for people who’re carefree. Not careless, but carefree. I just think that considering how sinister and unfair, pernicious, serious, dark, sombre, fickle, political, tortuous, confusing, drama-queen, backstabbing and 100-faced bit*h life is, the least we can do is play our part in not letting this effect us.
And being crazy, which in a teenager’s tongue applies as having ulterior fun whenever we get the chance- is what will help us get through the aforementioned qualities of life.
What I mean to infer is, it’s kind of okay to leave all the responsibilities for a while, hang them off on a hook or something, and just unburden yourself. Listen and tell stories, think of embarrassing memories from your childhood and laugh at yourself (which I’m a professional at). That’s why it’s often said,
“Some people grow old at 25; some stay young at 70. Age, is just a number.”
So today’s mantra is,
Sometimes, it’s okay to be eccentric and not care about how events are unfolding in your life. Don’t let LIFE or any other aspect suck your juvenescence. You may miss out on some great things available for free in life if you only focus on the ones you have to achieve.
Lay back and take a break.
Don’t take yourself too seriously, learn to laugh at yourself.
“खुद पर हसना सीख़ो।”
(I recently learned this thought from a teacher at my training camp and found it absolutely reverberating.)
So I happened to read this quotation on one of my favorite apps called ‘Pinterest.’ And it went something like:
“AN OFT-OVERLOOKED KEY TO LIFE:
Find other people who operate at your same level of nerdiness, and proceed with the rocking on.”
-Sophie Hudson, Home Is Where My People Are.
And I raised my hands towards heaven and let the angels sing and the yellow glow befall on me while I waltzed around thanking the almighty for acquainting me with such a beautiful quotation.
What a bunch of wonderfully gleeful words and how ridiculously can I relate to it.
You see, as I was proceeding to my ultimate geek-ism; my spectacles getting bigger, myself getting more private, more into books and coffee, more into fandoms, I paused for a moment and realized I had no one to share my fanaticism with. I needed to find my own kind of people. I needed to be around those kind of people, to share and spread the love.
Again, I was blessed enough to have a best friend who is equally nerdy and she and I, well ..we’re still rocking (not to brag) but we’re awesome.
The point of this short post was:
‘SEEK THE PEOPLE WITH THE SAME LEVEL OF CRAZY.’
(I just invented that).
They have a habit of enveloping the hallways with somberness as pure as a pair of sleep deprived eyes.
When they walk, the blooming daffodils crumble to dust. The windows get festooned with enormous glittering cobwebs and the darkness in the alley makes a labyrinth so dark you lose your way. The creepers creep the walls and moist paint gawks. The dusty curtain drapes and stares.
They can make fresh scented rooms smell like rotten mushrooms.
They will clutch you in their grip and you’ll suffocate in their grasp. They’ll make sure you get pancaked between the walls of their pessimistic grandeur. The kind of people that suck the happiness out of you.
Advice: Stay Away from Them. Be afraid, be very afraid.
They are ubiquitous; you’ll find them at most places, in various forms, work, school, grocery stores, workshops, college, even family. When you talk to them, they’ll shun you with their negative approach towards every phase of life.
They can be found below the dim yellow light in an empty street cafe. Or maybe in a lonesome cubicle in a Corporate Giant. On rusted benches of sidewalks in a dim niveous vespertide. Under the drooping branches of an old, brown pine.
You tell them their ambitions, they’ll tell you about its inhibitions.
You tell them you’re gleeful and you look forward to life ahead, they’ll remind you about the recent rise of unemployment.
You’ll see the waterfall; they’ll see the deep valley below.
You’ll see trees; they’ll see forest fires.
You’ll see the ocean; they’ll fear the ship sinking.
You’ll see infinities; they’ll see abyss.
Their eyes are shielded with a dark veil, one that filters the images that come through it. These people are a different personality and they’re very discouraging and difficult to be around. They emanate negative vibrations and are seldom ambitious.
When you find such a person, take 50 steps away. Learn to be around people who not only make you happy, but make themselves happy too. It is one thing to be happy; it is entirely different to ooze out such intense energy from within you that people gravitate towards it like moths to a golden flame.
They will encourage you and help you achieve your goals and make life a little bit easier. They’ll be your little jar of Nutella. Keep them safe.
I’m really thrilled to announce this new segment ‘Teachings by Me’ where I think I’ll be ranting more about the things I learnt by myself and my own personal observations in this course of 18 years. (As if the previous ramblings weren’t enough.) Please feel free to tell me your thoughts.