WE RESPECT. WE SHARE. WE LOVE. No Give and Takes.

Well, this post may stand to justify my obsession with solitude/space, the attitude which many have felt in me as "THE ATTITUDE" which shouts "Leave me alone, I am not wasting my time with you".

May not justify, but at the same time that's how i am.

Everyone are self-centered in one way or the other, working or living for something in their life. The thing for which they want to dedicate every grey cell, every tick and tock of the clock. It is the way they express their love to life. Be it music, writing or any other hobby, sleeping, travelling, friends, Love, Family, Personal whims, Freedom, Self, Anything be it.

And that way is something that distinguishes one from the other, giving the person an unique identity and a profound love for Life. 

One of the reasons why we are much concerned about our passions and don't sacrifice for anything, It is not just intrusion of our space, but an act of stealing or in worst case, burying alive our identities, in the name of affection or call it whatsoever.

Simple try. Just imagine your most priced thing in your life, A Person or a possession, or a Feeling, or your career, something for which you have a respect for your own life. And Imagine someone offering something that will change your life in a good way though at the compensation of your possession.

I don't know about most of you out there, but i wont do it. Cos' i have already buried most of my dreams and wishes on the account of "betterment of life" words of "wisdom" "offered" by many, who have gone in my life yet the burials are engraved with my past dreams. 

Ya, those double quotes ("") for words denote sarcasm.

Life is short, Don't ask me how much, but it is better to live tomorrow with a fresh feel, than regretting about the today's undone stuff. 

And I treat others the same way. If they have a private world and they intend to block it from trespassers, I don't think that it's a good idea to jump over the fence and tread on their property just for the sake of the thrill of it or the curiosity. 

Respect one's identity. 

Share your own interests. Work together. 

Give space. Value Privacy/Secrecy.

Love exists, Not in the big words or the overrated ideals, But in every small expression we show.

I ROCK! YOU ROCK! HE ROCKS! SHE ROCKS! LET"S SCALE HEIGHTS WITH OUR WINGS!

"Look here she is. You should learn to be like her. Ask her how she studied and what she does in her free-time."

Two of my aunts, along with my mom, were pointing out to me and telling a kid cousin of mine.

     I was standing there and was

- Proud. Happy. Cool. Confident. King. Wow.

     Err. Wait. This was not the feel. Let's rewind a bit.

     I was standing there and was, well looking totally blank, with only one thing running on my mind, "Oh God, Not this. :-("

     The scenario took me some years backward, where i had been at similar scenes, but not as the indexed-model.

     Let me tell you a short story about a kid girl, who just had her knowledge of understanding things illuminated.

     Though she excelled well in academics and learnt and performed various arts, and however talented and top favourited, she was constantly put under comparisons and degrading comments by few people close to her. "You should be like A (Why names, when they are not the main characters)", "Learn from B", "You should follow the steps of C" and many such lines are what she heard on a daily basis.

     Did she mind? Nah, Not much. All she made out from the repeated lines was that she was no good when compared to A, B and C. And moreover, she was too young to recognize and be aware of the ill-effects of such comments that were gonna make a bigger impact in future.

     The worst turn that could happen then was her being sent to a new place and admitted in a new school and asked to reside with A, B and C.

     And to top it all, it was the start of her teenage, the age when the personality and character of a person goes through tests and modulations and changes.

     Well, nothing bad or seriously hard did happen, but then she had been already inflicted with the worse.

     Whatever that had happened, however silly it had been, whoever had done it for fun and wherever it had gotten into, she took the wrong side of things, felt depressed and dejected, made things worse for herself and ended up killing every single remaining spirit within her and never once let the frustrations out.

     

     All she felt for herself were low self-esteem, isolation and abstraction and depression.

     All she had for others were ego, jealousy and hatred. She felt her own self into pieces.

     Well, she went through a tough time and through a series of realizations and acceptance, before she became a much better person.

     Back to the starting point,

I don't understand why many parents and many others want their children to be a photocopy of some other successful person, without having even a glance at the uniqueness and potential both as a person living a wonder and as an artist with a different love and choice for colors making a masterpiece.

     They may not know the real impact of "comparisons" nor they would accept the existence of such an issue. 

     There is neither a solution to the wide-spread abstract issue, nor do i possess a power with which i could swish my wand and change the mentality of the people inflicting innocent kids or the negativity of the affected kids.

     Well, my aunt asked me to talk and "advise" my kid cousin. So they asked and so will they get.

     I called the kid aside and told her that she is an equally good person as me or anyone else and asked her to have a dream and work hard for it in her own way and feel the pleasure. After-all it is not the destination that gives meaning to life, but the journey that adds the color and flavour to life.

     Now for the suggestion. . . No, advice. . Rather, a request. . Or further more, An order . . Nah, Let's term it as a MISSION!

     You may not be the causal factor of such an issue, as i feel my readers are people who value individuality, but you can very well have a good hand in the effect of it.

     If you witness such a scene where you see a kid being degraded or criticised, Just tell the kid how much the world needs her own unique light by her own ways.

     You may also talk to the seniors about it, not letting themselves and others influence their wonderful kids.

     Well, As you would have easily guessed, it is obvious that the little girl in the story above is ME.

I narrated as third person, cos'. . No, Not cos' wanting to jump from behind you and shout "Boo! It's me!" and giving you a surprise. . . i could relate the character only to the person whom i had been before, not who am i now. I won't say that i had been a mess before, i would rather say that i am now a better person and will be a much better person.

I will pen down later about me becoming the architect, building myself at every step. But for now,

     Let's develop the positivity in air and pass it on to the world by joining hands!

                                   

 

CRUSH!

   "Is it LOVE?" If you had asked her then, the answer would have been "yes, definitely!!". A positive affirmation from the girl who had entered into teens.

   She was a perfect tom-boyish kind, short hair, her usual attire being jeans and tee with the exception of her school uniform, plays cricket with guys and does wild stunts.

   He was a nice kind, tall and handsome, a bit messy hair and a charming smile, had a great fan following.

   The first sight was at the playground. Few girls were playing catch-me, few chit-chatting, some doing work-outs and some in serious tennis practice. She was in the basket-ball court, trebling the ball, along with two other girls.

   There was a raise in volume of girls' voices and she took her eyes off the ball to notice him cross the court and looking directly at her. But she was not interested then and continued playing.

   From then on, whenever their paths crossed they noticed each other and her mates started teasing and exciting her.

    She started liking him, maybe cos' he was good-looking, or maybe cos' he was famous or maybe cos' she thought he liked her a lot.

And many differences could be noticed in her ways.

   She looked at herself in mirror many times a day, became conscious about her looks, did makeover whenever she got time, and consciously dressed talked walked and acted like a perfect girl.

   Though they noticed each other many times a day, they never once approached or talked and she didn't mind that cos' she thought talking in real did not matter much in love.

   The last day came, and it was his last day of schooling.

   She bought a best-wishes card and waited for him at the main gate. Three hours passed but there was no sight of him.

   She thought that he wouldn't have left without a good-bye. She returned back home disappointed but she was  confident that he would contact her somehow.

   Two days later, her friend casually commented that he was in relationship with a girl for past two years and he must have played around with his looks.

   For a moment, everything stopped for her. She put the phone down.

    She cried, cried and cried, maybe cos' she was hurt or maybe cos' she was fooled or maybe cos' everything turned out to be a lie.

    She looked at the mirror and there, she saw another lie. She saw someone who had lost her real identity and individuality.

    She got back to her real-self. Almost eight years have passed and she had one or two celebrity crushes but didn't fall in love with anyone and she denied the proposals she received. But she still haven't forgotten him and those days. She hated for what a person he had been, but then, after-all he had taught her the difference between infatuation and love. She also learnt the importance of being genuine and having character and good attitude.

    "Was it love?" If you ask me now, I would say "NO WAY!!". 
    I am still not the perfect girl, still referred as a tom-boy and stand somewhere in midway between being cool and having girlish ways. It doesn't bother me cos' i feel real and genuine.

Being ME rocks! :-) 

Dream. Live. Cherish.