The Uniqueness in Me

Before I begin this blogpost, I'd like to declare that I do not intend to hurt anyone's cultural or religious sentiments. I'm posting this out of pure annoyance!!! Call it a virtual tantrum or just an angry post.. I don't care!!!!! When after a day of monotony and boredom, I sit to watch a movie with my mom, I can't hear anything. I can't hear anything because a group of en thusiastic (or probably overenthusiastic) people are saying goodbye to Ganesha…. preparing to throw him away into dirty water disrespectfully! Yes, you have the right to do what you want to, but don't I have the same right? If by enjoying your right you're killing mine, is that okay? I was going to post this on Facebook last night, but I was scared. I was scared because everyone is not like my best friend who says "who am I to judge?" I was scared of being judged for what I am and for what I am not. Today, I am a little more annoyed than yesterday, and therefo...

I never realized until now that I'm a little in love with everyone I know. A post I shared on Facebook sometime ago reminded me of this love. As I read the post, I realized that there's something we love about everyone we know. With too many things to do, we often forget it, but that doesn't mean that the love doesn't exist. The popular idea of love that we have created, prevents us from seeing and appreciating the various other ways in which it exits. It could be in the most insignificant things that people do or say casually. It could be in just a smile or holding the door open. I see love in so many things people do for me, but sharing food is my favorite way of sharing love. Chocolate says I love you, like nothing else :) Every person that I have ever met has taught me to love a little more. Sometimes, I take a little while to understand, but thankfully I do. So, I'd like to pause for a moment and acknowledge the unconditional love from everyone.... ...

I watched a video just now and I felt like it showed me the mirror. I didn't really like what I saw, but it was the truth. The bitter truth!!!!! The speaker in the video threw light on narcissistic traits in most people of the current generation. I don't know how many people of this generation can identify with this video, but I surely can. The speaker said parenting is one of the aspects of developing a narcissistic personality. I can feel good by blaming my parents for what I am. That's easy! But I am worried about what I have become for whatever reason. I am a bad girl. And all this time I had a great image of myself. If you asked me to describe myself I would use words like nice, well mannered, talented and very pretty. What's shocking is that I easily reject any opinion that contradicts my self image. In the second year of my graduation I couldn't accept the fact that I didn't top in my favorite subject even after working ...

In the smell of rain... In the taste of ice cream.... Happiness was so easy to find! It's strange how we have to learn to be happy. Something that is supposed to come to us naturally needs learning now. I realized this as I indulged in some coloring the other day. This was the first time I colored something as an adult. I have given up many such things that made me smile. I wonder why! I gave up on things that made me happy and again went in search of happiness. Silly me! Blaming things and people around me would be easy, but the truth is... its me. I chose to be in my current situation. To be precise, I looked forward to being where I am today. Luckily, change is always an option. I don't regret anything because my sister once said ''you have to try everything to discover what you like and dislike.'' Since that's done, I have to learn what I have forgotten. I need to remind myself to rediscover happiness in little things. I must remember to let thin...

  I wonder what life has in store for me I wonder what's meant to be   I long to see what's coming There's a hazy image that's forming   I wait for clarity Will my dreams turn into reality?   I'm scared, for things are uncertain There are feelings I cant contain   Despite that I say....   Oh future, show me your face Whatever you look like I shall accept with grace

Yes... I see the change. I observe people don't see disability as something ugly or strange anymore. The beauty of my imperfectly perfect body is now visible to the world. When you see a dress beautifully displayed on a mannequin, you can imagine how it'll look on you. But I cant! Because my body is not structured like the mannequin. Now there are places  like Switzerland that give me an opportunity to see what I could look like. A Swiss charity organization has come up with an interesting way to embrace disability. They have made mannequins of five people with different kinds of disability and displayed them on popular streets of Zurich. Ask them why they came up with this idea and they say "because who is perfect?" Living with a disability I understand the importance of increasing the visibility of the difference in people. This will help people accept a verity of disabilities and also do away with the strange staring that diffe...

Shruti has always been a part of all my posts, yet I never get tired of writing about her. Today, when she was applying aloe vera on my face to make me look like the prettiest girl in the world, I got a strange thought. When God created me he realized that I'm incapable of surviving by myself in his world. So he made someone who will take care of me just like he would. Someone who will always hold my hand and remind me that I'm not alone. Someone who makes me believe that everything will be okay. Someone who loves me more than I love myself. Being the greatest fan of Indian cinema I have always been waiting for someone to come into my life who'd love me more than anything else in the world. I failed to realize that I don't need to wait for anything. I already have what I wanted.... In fact I've had it since the time I was born. The overwhelming amount of unconditional love she showers on me everyday makes me wonder if I deserve so much at all. I never think t...