Teachings from Me #5 (Spread Love)

Recently, I read this amazing thing on the internet and it really hovered on my mind for quite a good deal of time. After some serious mulling over and considering all of its pros and cons, I muttered to myself, “Alright, let’s do this.”

And so I did.

In brief, what that little caption said was, “Life was too short to be inexpressive and hesitant about your emotions. The only person you’re causing harm to by keeping all of those sappiness bottled up is yourself. So always make sure that when you love someone, you let them know. You might get hit by a bus tomorrow and any second might be your last. Even worse, you might take those last breaths regretting about why you couldn’t say what you felt.

So go and confess and express and sing your heart out. Pour some warm happy glow over everyone you love.

You never know when the bus is coming.”

And so I decided to incorporate this idea in my life. Actually, I decided to exhume it. Because I have always been very expressive about my feelings for everyone. I have always made people know how much I cared about them even if they found it uncomfortable or just plain awkward.

But a series of unfortunate events made me close my doors for everyone.

But I decided to turn my life around and have been doing so from the last week. I have been very blatant about my feelings for anyone. I’ve been concentrating on so much positive energy lately that I feel weird. I also realised the amount of time I had been choking in negativity that I forgot how it was to be ‘giddy’ and unconventionally happy.

I promised to myself that never would I let anyone else dim my sparkle. I won’t let someone else’s lack of expressing affect my inner light.

I gathered all my strength and confessed about my high school crush to a guy and his reply just made my day. And while reading it I wondered, “Why didn’t I do this before?”

I’m just reviving my life, catching up with friends, hanging out more, laughing more, eating more. Forgiving myself, forgiving others, writing more, trying to make things better.

So this post is for all those who might be a little grey today, remember, you’re the only one who can make yourself happy. You have the power to take control of that big, beating heart. Change the sheets of your room, arrange your books again, spray some freshener, take a long shower, put on some perfume, take a walk-just do anything. But more importantly, do all these things for yourself.

Tell yourself you’re amazing, even tell your loved ones they’re amazing, people might think you’re eccentric, but hey, it’s the weirdos who do great things.

This might even sound a little difficult to imply, but it’s a challenge. DO IT. Go and tell someone they matter. You’d be surprised at how instantly happy you feel.

Heads up for a positive post.

Go, message your crush now!

Straight from the Heart #2

Poetry and I, somewhat have a peculiar relationship. You see, the words come knocking at a very odd hour, mostly when either I’m at the highest point of tranquility or when my mind rumbles with a tornado of thoughts.

They come to me to either make me more peaceful or to release those tornadoes on a piece of paper, through poetry.

So here I am, releasing my tornadoes.

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The Theory of Geekism

You’ll find them curled up in secluded corners of empty libraries, too engrossed in their precious book to pay attention to the world. You’ll find them lingering quietly in record stores, finding peace among music recorded years ago.

You’ll find their cell phones brimming with pictures full of quotes and notes from strange authors. You’ll always hear them talk about the most random and the most peculiar things in life. They’ll rhapsodize over something as small as a coin or as vast as the ocean.

They see poetry in the buzz of the city, in a heartbreak or a stormy sky. Somehow they’ll relate every situation to some lyric they heard in a track a long time ago or maybe to an incident in the life of their favorite character in a book.

What amazes me about Geekism, is not just the obsession with things that do not exist, but the intense passion they possess for it. Think about it, these people are head over heels for something they can only feel, not touch or see. Or maybe it is something they can see and touch, but it’s more than just a THING for them, they crave it in the most eccentric way.

How amazing is that?

Honestly, I covet these people. People whose eyes light up on the mention of their object of affection. People who know how to feel too deeply; who have more than just a reason to live.

It can be for anything, the passion. It can be for the sky or the stars or just the limpid blue ocean, it can be a book or a sport or maybe a place, but it’s their profound love for it-that is magic. It is how they can’t get enough of it-that is wondrous.

How they’re not ashamed of singing their love for it, how unapologetic-ally expressive they are about it. How honest their love for it is.

And not only this, it amazes me to think, that when these people can romanticize over abstract things and feel infinite beauty in something as simple as the slow patter of the rain, or the smell of the Earth; when they can feel so deeply for things that do not exist, what would happen when they fall in love with a human?

What on Earth would happen when they fall in love with someone who’s right in front of their eyes? What would be the intensity of that passion and how magically would they express it?

They are keepers. They’re loyal to their passion. They understand emotions. If you ever find a passionate human, stick with them. Hold on to them. Don’t let them go.

BIRTHDAY GIRL

Wherever you are right now, whatever is the hour of the day in your blessed country, if the clock has struck 12:00 and it shows April 11th in your calendar, then you might celebrate just a little bit for me.

Yep, it’s my birthday. Surprisingly, I survive another year of my tempestuous life. I turn 19 today, and you might be guessing that I’m popping champagne or having a gala luxury dinner with VIP Guests from all over the world or Beyonce is coming straight from the US to perform on the occasion, then let me assure you, I’m doing none of that.

In fact, your introvert blogger has no special plans for tomorrow. At least not yet. I might go out for pizza or something.

Although, one thing IS happening as I sit in my chair tapping in the middle of the night, I’m freaking out-just like every year. It’s surreal and it is not happening, I keep telling myself. I’m growing up too fast and too soon and it’s just an year when the spooky digit ‘2’ will be attached to my age. Oh My God. I’m dying here.

I don’t want to grow up, not this fast. I know most of the teenagers of my age want to grow up quick and be INDEPENDENT and all, but maybe I’m an exception.

My phone is ringing continuously and I don’t feel like picking up anyone’s call tonight. Birthdays have never been very mannered to me. I mean I’ve never really been very happy with the kind of ‘celebration’ I have. I mean please don’t think of me as some ungrateful little sh*t, I do get happy, but just physically.

I’ve never been, like really happy and peaceful. Everything is about how big a party you can throw and what you’re wearing and how you look and how expensive the restaurant is, even though I’ve tried all this the past few years, I’ve never truly felt happy. Like something was always missing.

Too many times I realised myself quietly sitting on a chair and watching all the people having a great time. Clicking pictures that seem to have no end, deciding which is the best filter, uploading it instantly, gorging down on food and then leaving. It’s all good, really. I have no problem, but I don’t like these kind of celebrations. The ones that have no real emotions behind it.

I covet nice peaceful dinners or lunch with meaningful conversations and no pressure. The kind of evenings that make you feel that these people are glad that you’re here. They feel fortunate having spent a vital part of their lives with you and look forward to many more years to come.

You see everything is about pomp these days. The party should be MAGNIFICENT. The food should be SCRUMPTIOUS. The hotel should be SUMPTUOUS. The dress should be BREATH-TAKING. People are so engrossed in making everything HUGE that they forget about the little things. Little things that are so much more important. Details, they forget about the details. It’s exhausting.

I think it’s the birthday binge that’s making me type this much. I’m sorry for making this a sulky birthday post, had to get it out somehow.

Anyway, besides all the above ranting, I’m glad I’m 19 and I hope life would be good to me this year.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

Cheers!

I better pick up my phone now.

The ‘MAN’

Okaaayyy. So this post is going to be the cheekiest, eye rolling, head nodding, face-scrunching post of the decade. TODAY, dear readers you’re going to see the fluttery butterflies-in-stomach hyper excited and ventilated GIRLY side of me, which is so rare, believe me.

Anyway, so today I’m just going to list and reason out the kind of traits that I find really attractive in a man. Some specific traits that are an instant approval for them.

Even though I live in my world of fantasy and all of my boyfriends either exist in the pages of books or in movies but they DO exist.

 Legolas Greenleaf  and Dean Winchester ❤

So here it goes:

 SENSE OF HUMOR. 

This is like the top most quality. The guy I decide to be with should at least have a sarcasm level equivalent to mine, my level is evil, believe me. 😛 When you understand and relate to each other’s jokes, there’s an instant connection, at least for me.

If his sarcasm level is higher-even better.

GRAMMAR 

This is such an important criteria. “Tlkin lyk dis izz so annoyn.”  At least he should be able to write a paragraph without any grammatical errors.

RETARD

Well this one sort of personal. I don’t want him to be a retard literally, but he should either be a part of the level of crazy that I have or be comfortable with it, because either way, I’m going to do my thing.

CHIVALRY

I think every girl agrees with me on this one. Manners are essential to win a girl’s respect and trust and good manners automatically make a man venerable. (Go and ask a Brit) 😛

A MUST LORD OF THE RINGS AND THE HOBBIT FAN

All right, you probably think that’s ridiculous, but I LOVE Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit and if you can’t handle that, you might as well let yourself out, get it precious?

BRAVE  & CONFIDENT

Men who are strong and confident in themselves, who care about their goals and ambitions in life and are working towards them are spot on for every girl. Who know how to take a stand, not just for themselves but also for their girl.

HONESTY

This again is universally applicable. I mean there shouldn’t be any reason to lie. My take on honesty is really straight, go for a bros night out if you want and have the time of your life with the guys, you’re allowed to have your own space, but just don’t lie to me about it.

PDA

Okay, please don’t make that face. I agree some of you don’t like public display of affection but I appreciate it. Like not devour and suck the soul out of my body but just not being hesitant to show the love. Like some men don’t like getting too sappy in public as it might deem them as ‘not manly enough.’ Well I don’t want that kind of masculinity in my life.

CLASS

Men who are actually men and not rugged boys with stripped t-shirts are and will always be a classic. Be classy, be suave.

I  could add more, but those are not as important as the points mentioned above. Obviously, all these traits should be a two-way thing, the men aren’t the only one responsible for these duties.

I have a 10,00,00,00,000 crushes and they keep adding everyday.

I AM A TEENAGER AFTER ALL. *sigh*

What are some of the traits that you’d prefer in your significant other?