do you think you will be able to live easy if you've not had hope in your living? what does hope actually signify? it's the nucleus of our cell called life. Hope is the most beautiful thing we humans have. Hope makes us learn to dance in the storm, helps us to believe in what we cannot see, those beautiful things we live for. It strengthen our belief that everything at the end will get better. For all the options you've, choose HOPE. Live for it.
Hope is the best remedy and a long lasting solution.
writing is all I've. writing is all I've ever had. writing gives me strength.
you too have something, you know it. let's find it.
Motivating lines won't work now. we need something more than motivation here. We're all devastated and terrified.
but then what? Do you want to give up? leave the rest of humanity as it is?
I know the health system is collapsing, we're facing the biggest danger ever on humanity in decades. economy, education system, and human development question are secondary now.
we're all tired, have already done everything interesting we could in 2020. our inner strength is on a sea-saw and life on a roller coaster. what can we do? what should we do?
amidst the news of people dying and whaling. amidst the chaos of getting positive and vaccination. we've to change the approach of looking at this problem.
let's not fight for a better life but for survival. we need to stand up for our family's lives. for this humanity and it's inherited culture.
look things in a bigger perspective. like every civilization we humans have made this for ourselves. we may be irresponsible and techno centric but we don't deserve this.
don't you think that a small invisible virus has brought us so much closer to life and death at the very same time? don't you think that an enemy of diameter less than our hair has made us realise the value of life? don't you think we value people around us and time with our family more now?
you too have something left. now dance not just for a insta reel but for survival. maybe you can bring smile on somebody's face and save a life.
doctors say that COVID 19 is more of a mind Game disease. let's boosten our inner surviving instincts and strengthen ourselves psychologically. after all we're al cockroaches, we'll survive no matter what..
we won't give up easy. we will fight. at least we will do what we can.
maybe dance, maybe sing, maybe arrange few oxygen cylinders. but don't sit and crib. the best thing we can do right now is find a reason and possibility.
I'm more human now, I'm more empathetic now. I'm kind and smile more.
after all HOPE is all we've, maybe best of all the things. Maybe the most beautiful of all things.
humanity won't give up easy. do what you can. we've got this.
Ohky being furious enough, the cat in the balcony told me, something's wrong been lately.
Is it am overthinking, or every picture in my room is aligned at the same angle but definitely not straight.
Ohky,Need to hold control of self, Anecdotes and notes ready, Crisis period, now people poverty.
I Need a room full of people, With ample amount of oxygen to breathe. Adrenaline rush, time to mediate and preach.
Need smiles and bouquets from random people nearby, Want to go bananas in parties, Not even thrown for me anyways.
Need chocolates and chocolate icecreams, Oo want to bake a chocolate cake. Chocolate is not a colour, aren't you making notes?
I want to meet the targets, Match the unmet deadline. wtf, who like white wine?
Looking for friends in the lonely midnights, Yet cannot get out of old school routine, Need some extra Pilates, plank and yeah some proteins.
Been a lot into Einstein, Been into plank, Stephen and Newton. I'm so drunk please get me a copy of Sapiens.
I'm drowning into amazons, Heck need to brush up my geography. Oo let's think names for my autobiography
Please help me out, oh yeah definitely you cannot. For that You need to speak out to me and yes for sure you cannot reach out to me.
Locked myself into room of self-conscious. self love is prioritised by me, but want back my days of candle light dinners I went for free.
oo uniform guys are cool, patriotism and strength in bed both gauranteed. I really need to stop writing since these words have stopped making sense even to me.
Shit I'm so eager to hug someone, Oh no don't come so damn close to me. i'll imagine myself hugging you and fix that in my memory.
why are you standing so far away, Wanna go sightseeing with me? forget it, let's watch an astrophysics documentry.
Hey you're intresting, I like you but won't look at you. Oh it can be the society i'm scaared of, but I'm not sure.
I want to write about the trees,May be the birds chirping around But then there's people added in my watsapp, Posting pictures of icecream with captions of eating icecreams all around.
I need to understand the space time dilation,Need to get what Einstein actually understood, Oh my imagination is beyond imagination. Trust me it's the knowledge part I've overlooked.
I want to eat street food, tikki,chat, pakode and dahi bhalle. give me some money, or a job per se.
Been geeting up on the wrong side of bed lately. Nobody asks me my health. Oh yeah sorry I'm not interested. Go away please.
I've read books and pages, Waiting for some announcements I actually should not. I'm into bhagwat gita, is Ekta's brother hot?
Why did people don't care about feelings. Tell me I wanna go on a date.,No please you stay away, I'm waiting for lionardo decaprio to turn down age.
You think people are indulging in for better, Oh no you're quite wrong Everyone's fucking there lives ,That's what are humans for .
I'm sick of nasty little games and You think you're being played Ask the girl on the street For couple of Penny's, she just got laid.
Doesn't it happen with you? Like all the thoughts are rushing and you're out of control of your perspectives. You've had a pretty normal day but you wanna eat icecreams just because you don't care. You stop giving freaks about 90% of the world but the very important ones. Life's an art of meaninglessness. Ha..ha..
Please don't read it. It's a complete mess. Wrote it in couple of minutes to just pour everything and anything. It doesn't make any sense. Still posted it for no apparent reason.
Been reading: ✓ 21 lessons for the 21st century by Noah Harari ✓ Bhagwat Gita as a literature.
Been watching: ✓random astrophysics documentaries ✓ walls of my room. They're neither salmon pink nor oldrose pink Damn.
Been eating ✓ icecreams & chocolates ✓ my own nails. All the best for your lives. If you really, really wanna live
We die, we all do. Energies live, our names survive. Our experiments sustain, and our contributions if not futile.
We die, we all do. Love live, memories fill the void, Our children breathe the same gaseous molecules, as oxygen on which we survived.
We die, we all do. Our frequencies survive, those old glasses we wore, Our believe system sustain, Our way of living leaves a mark for sure.
We die, we all do. Stories live, those small love gossips you shared. Or the grandma stories of Ghost and witch, Or the dwindling family values you sewed and stitch.
We die, we all do. Maybe we don't, maybe we do. Surviving into yet another dimension, not yet discovered, waiting to be known.
We die, we all do. Let's just believe this as far as we know. Or, you're being called by you, Hey,a book just dropped into your room.
We die, we all do, Our body is in the mind, or mind's into the body? our Souls likes to switch bodies, Or the souls are nothing else but energies.
We die, we all do. Forever remains yet nothing, Our presence is felt nowhere, Or we get to live life everywhere.
We die, we all do.
Concepts I tried to assimilate: 1. Bhagwat Gita. 2. Einstein's theory of special relativity 3. Christopher Nolan's Interstellar(movie)-direct reference 4. Luc Besson's Lucy(movie)-direct reference 5. Noah Harari's Sapiens 6. Zen Buddhism 7. A tint of physics and chemistry 8. Concepts of society and oneness 9. Shri Shri Ravi Shankar's philosophy in his book celebrating silence. 10. A touch of anonimity by me.
Oh, been long haven't written lately. Trust me. It's not a habit of mine. I do it when I'm out of schedule. Let's admit the fact how much we writers adore writing. I absolutely love it. I can fill pages in minutes if I'm furious.
Ohky, quick updates,
Been reading: ✓tao of physics by Fritjof capra ✓ A breif history of time by Stephen Hawking ✓ why I'm a hindu by Shasi Tharoor
Watched lately: ✓ National geographic's Genius ✓ Fleabag all over all.
A pending list and several scrabbled notes to follow, no time out of strict schedule. Hope you guys will relate with it.
I want women to feel the deepest scar on their belly bottom, a scar to determine motherhood or a scar at the battlefield.
Their courage to stand with the glow of hope, and Unravel their miseries with the vivid luminosity.
To enlighten the room just by their scintillating face, the drapes of their saree holding the diversity they embrace.
I want women to stand as corals in the cyclones, shelter in the rainforest, as the Himalayas against the western disturbances.
Their strength to balance the life and death nexus, their traditional remedies and artificial intelligence access.
Women need to stand like the great wall of china against societal adversities, they need to confront the misunderstood yet adapted western modernity.
Women need to be at the forefront of Atma Nirbhar Bharat, They need to grab the small scale opportunities and diplomatic pivot.
I want women to face the worst of their fears, To learn the unknown and master their tears.
Women to break up with unauthentic traditions and futile feelings. learn the rationale and objectives of government policies prevailing.
I want women to embrace their sensitivity, Feel every touch and stand for equality.
I want women to be just women, I want them to embrace who they're.
The famous WOMEN WITH THE LAMP alternatively called the GLOW OF HOPE painting by S.L. Haldankar is a true masterpiece in itself. This is my portrayal of the painting and the way I see it. The way I imagine and future it. Hope you'll like it.
Domestic and family violence tears lives apart. One in 3 women experience physical or sexual violence, or both, caused by someone known to them. It affects women, children, the family and the community. And it has big personal, social and economic effects
Whether children witness or experience abuse, it can take a toll on their development. Domestic violence victims are not isolated to intimate partners. Children are at an increased risk for emotional behavioral problems regardless if they were directly abused or not. The effects include: Anxiety, Depression, Academic problems, fear of what might happen to them or their loved ones.
Ma, you depicted me the world like a beautiful painting, with no wrongs or odds, you drew me a little house surrounded by cherry blossom and liliacs. I believe that it was the world i supposed to live. But ma when i see the man in my neighborhood, it makes me belief that not all monsters have sharp teeth, or giant hands. There was something eerie behind those spectacles, he used to watch me with the cheesy smile on his face ,his eyes would roll down my body and he would call me in the sunday mornings. I was five then, maybe i was not under the chronicles of girl's responsibility which the society asks for.
Ma, demons reminded me of the mother of a girl, she used to live past across the street, she would give her daughter two scoops of womanhood Concept every morning, with half spoons of racism and two teaspoon of patriarchal concept. I used to see that her eyes behind those spectacles would shine in that golden hour, i don't know whether it was sunshine or the moisture filled with fear and anxiety.
Ma, you said that teachers are the strangers who would always make us feel secure, they are human form wrapped with the sun rays, but why my teacher was different when i was in the seventh grade. She would name the boys who would cry when they get low marks, she acknowledged the fair skin as pretty and would call that dusky girl as an ugly one. She encouraged us, encourged to adjust with pains even though it hurt our body, she would say children with spectacles and curls are weird ,they are ugly, they are not worth the society; maybe that is the reason i changed my glasses every year just to look pretty for the society.
If it wasn't love, It was a lot like it. Maybe I was just your temporary escape from reality, from all the pain. Maybe I was just a temporary home for your soul. You never realised that the garden I was building was meant just for you. Every rose, every tulip, every Lilly was meant just for you. I've held onto all the thorns for all these years, awaiting for your presence, for your attention, For your love. But I'm done. I know you will never read this, You will never know the weight of these words. To be honest this isn't the part where I will blame you or curse you. Because that's not love. This is the part where I'm giving up. This is me accepting that it had to end. This is me letting go of what not we promised. I'm making peace with the fact that you were not the one, and hopefully someday the sun will rise again. Hopefully one day I'll look back at what's left and it won't hurt me. Hopefully one day I'll be fine.
By Unleasing the ardhanarishvara roopa of shiva depicting the man and woman being a translucent of each other..
"Champeya Gaurardha Shareerakayai Karpoora Gaurardha Shareerakaya Dhammillakayai Cha Jataadharaya Namah Shivayai Cha Namah Shivaya"
We bow down to shiva who has a jasmine coloured fair half form also has a beautiful curly locks, By bowing down we are unleashing he who has a camphor coloured half form with the matted tresses.
********* Shiva and Parvati forming a half male and half female that splits down from the center. The belief of being inspired by Yama-Yami congnizes the fact that male and female principles that cannot be seperated.
The conviction of unity in two different universe have perfectly been depicted where half stands male form being purusha and half female form stands for prakriti.
Ardhanarishvara a form being one of the 64 converse to us in resolving the great paradox of the opposites into the unity which is not form by negation but can be transversed by the positive experiences of life. The exact matching of two opposities which gives a true rhythm to the life.
TRIGGER WARNING :- STORY OF A WHOLE MENSTRUATION TIME
NOTE- HAVE TIME HAVE A READ. AND READ ONLY IF YOU FIND IT WORTHY. BETTER YOU DON'T COMMENT RATHER THAN THE FAKE ONE..❤❤
It was midnight. The clock was showing 3AM. I felt something uncomfortable which had interrupted my sleeping. I felt like something wet in my lower undies. As I'm habitual, I got my periods was started. And then I get to know about the reason behind the pain that occurred two days ago. I woke up and opened my closet to take out the pad. While changing the pad, I could see the reddish black blood as a wet spot. I attached the pad with my undies keeping the adjustments in my mind. I checked the front, back and the sides that if I had fit the pad correctly or not. Done with this, I came back to the bed and tried to sleep again but the periods pain had came along with it, which was provoking me to wake up and fight with it. The baby sleep had turned out into the temporary insomina. Changing the sides in every five minutes, I was trying and trying...
Any how the time passed and the night turned out into the morning. Doesn't matter if I had remembered the date and was mentally prepared for it but still the pain is pain.The killer pain had increased now which couldn't be removed by any painkiller. But still, I had to fight with it. I woke up for the daily basic routines. Went to washroom, while peeing, I could see the reddish black blood flow on the toilet seat.
The pain and the cramps were increasing by the time. I was clearly feeling the pain in my vagina which was continuously laying me down. The pain and cramps in my pellet,waist,thighs,legs, backs, buts and even in breasts were breaking me. All the inside functions were affecting the outside part of my body. It seemed like someone is spearing the poke inside the uterus and it's walls. I can't have the painkiller as it's not the matter of a single day and having painkillers every month will affect the health. There aren't any perfect ointment to massage over them but some exercises help out in reduction in the pain. The hot water bags help out in this. The period cup, tampons are useful in absorbing the blood. I'm thankful that I don't use leaves and old clothes.
I choose the wooden stool over the bed to sit down. Everytime I check if there is any spot on bed or on my trouser if i sit there. I don't have to touch the auspicious things. I don't have to go to the temple and kitchen. I can't touch pickles as it is said that touching pickle in periods can decay them. I have to wash my clothes by my own.I avoid wearing white clothes because of blood stain. I have to wear a smile everytime to hide the pain. The day passes with the changing mood and different mood swings, but I have to hold them as a secret. I can't share my pain with anyone nor I can talk over it with my father or brother. They say what happened why are you acting weird and sitting like that,but I can't answer them. The periods makes me feel like stranger and untouched at my own house. Or I myself had isolated myself from the crowd. I want to shout but I can't. Any type of tension or stress can affect the date and bleeding. To maintain the hygiene, I have to wash my body part, where the blood comes out from. Everytime I have to wrap the pad into a paper to throw it. Even when i go to buy it, they wrap it into a the newspaper.
I can feel the hot flow of the blood and the thick blood clots. I have to wash every garment that I wore, doesn't matter if for 24 hours or for 24 minutes. I can't eat something sour. I can't eat pickles as it will increase the bleeding. I can't move any where. I feel like lazy. Sometimes I get pimples because of periods. I have to face the orthodox. People with a different mindset say that "you are a girl and periods comes so that you can have a complete rest of 4 to 5 days". But how do I tell them that, "I can have a rest just from daily works but I can't have the rest with all these pains and cramps". I have to check for the leakages and I have to change my pad time to time. Sometimes the pungent smell of blood vanishes the fragrance of pad. The wet pad sticks with the butts and everytime I have to unstick it and bring it back to the position. The night passes in changing the sides but I'm directed to sleep by left side.
Fighting all the night, I move to the second day. I can see the blood spot on the bed sheet. I can see that the bleeding this time was much more than the previous one, that's why it leaked out from the side and it is now on the bed. I have to wash the bed sheet. Earlier I used to cry over this but now I am mature by the mind so I think it's normal but still cursing 'why I am a girl?', shouting and abusing 'why I am a girl?'. I am bound to wash the bedsheet. I am feeling weak but I can't do anything. I call my bestie, she catches me with my voice and ask if I was fine and then I say 'no I am going through my periods'.
She says 'I am also going through it, ok which day?'
'The second day'.
'OMG, it's the second day of mine too'. Laughing over the true best friendship, we are going through it.
Ugh it's itching now and it is itching very badly and irritating me now. Oh no! I just sneezed & I am feeling like the blood is flowing like hell ,does it change into the sea of blood whenever i sneeze? Suddenly my mommy sees a blood spot on my lower that makes me feel embarrassed and she scolds me to change it as soon as possible and says me to take a shower. The bleeding is more than the first day. Also I'm feeling like vomiting and headache. My body is motionless. I use two to three pads a day and sometimes forth one too.
The third day, the bleeding reduced still I'm suffering all the unconditional discomforts. The number of using pads also gets less. This is how these days pass. It's the fourth day when I have to do shampoo to change my impurity into purity. And eat something sweet. The pain has also decreased so as the bleeding. As I know it will bleed less, so I use the small pad instead of the big. I'm free of the periods after the fifth day. A pinch of pain ,I felt on the fifth day as well. My periods are over but just for this month. It will come again and again the every month and I'll have to face and suffer all those things. It's the tragic story of every month that every girl or woman goes through.
So this was the story of periods. It isn't easy the way it looks. It's not easy to bleed for continuous five days and suffer the pain and pressures.. We don't need sympathy, we need some love , hugs and a lot of cares, that's it...
The following is a piece I penned back in December of 2016. I like to repost it now and then to promote the positive self-love, self-worth, and self-acceptance themes. Thank you for reading!
SOMEONE by Carolyn Glackin Some day, someone's gonna come along and realize how AMAZING you are! That's right, and one of these days, someone's gonna look you over from head to toe, from top to bottom, and from left to right; and that someone is gonna realize that every single part of you is FLAWLESS! Some day SOON, someone's gonna take a look inside that head of yours and figure out that ALL of your thoughts are valid and meaningful and important! And then, someone's gonna get acquainted with that heart and soul of yours and realize how damn LOVABLE it all is and that the ground you walk upon and the space you dwell in is HOLY and SACRED! Then finally, someone's gonna figure out that this whole time, right from the very beginning, you've been nothing but amazing and beautiful, awesome and intelligent, kind and creative, fabulous and fantastic, wild and wonderful, and precious and divine and so incredibly LOVED!! And you know what? I really hope that SOMEONE is YOU. You've got to be YOUR own SOMEONE first! Copyright Carolyn Glackin 12/10/2016
Image Credit: "Girl at the Mirror," by Norman Rockwell.
If flowers could speak, I think they'd tell us to stop plucking their wings in the name of love, to stop pressing them between verses and poetries only to be withered away, like another sad story; they'd tell us to start watering roots instead of just what appears to be, to start appreciating things before they wilt away; to breathe freely, take in the fragrance of life and let them too.
If the sky could speak, I think it'd tell us to stop looking wistfully at colours of dusk, as the sun dips in crimson- a token of passion and not sin; it'd tell us to keep running behind things that make us happy but at the same time stop wishing, on things that keep falling, on ones that are not meant to be ours; to let ourselves dream, to begin again with a new dawn, a beautiful one.