tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77104483439735236212024-03-13T17:59:35.928+05:30Life As I Know ItBe captured, be entertained.
'Cause after all, that's why we came.Nishitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724183809676826104noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710448343973523621.post-74485221035208090112019-08-14T21:01:00.002+05:302019-08-14T21:01:25.310+05:30Fighting the Good Fight<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to not have to live with mental health problems. Do you know what comes under that weird bracket if you don’t associate yourself with it? Are you curious to even find out? Or is it just something you need to name when you feel like you might die and it doesn’t seem to be physical?</div>
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I’ve always envisioned my brain as two parts cut right down in the center. It may be the impression that we’ve been all given that there’s a left and right side of your brain. But I don’t think of it as whatever - creative bullshit versus knowledge. They are two different Nishita’s just sitting there and making my life fucking miserable. I guess it is some twisted version of the devil and angel on your shoulder - one says positive shit while the other tries its hardest to make sure you fuck up. My entire life has felt like a constant fight, a struggle, a war. Even though I am privileged as fuck and have faced very minor hardships in my life, every day has felt like a boxing match. Life lands some pretty heavy blows, I try to get back up as one is expected to and sometimes I succeed and some days I fail. But either way, I feel knocked around as hell - covered in bruises and bleeding all over. I stitch myself up, put a slice of meat on my wounds, take some pills and try to just fall asleep. To fight another day, right? </div>
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It feels like a bad mob movie you know? Like Daredevil with his dad or Rocky - where I have to fight or else I die. And if I die, everyone dies. So now along with fighting fucking life in the form of Rocky, I also have to think about everyone else’s survival. Just great. Now the question is, how do I do this while also being cheerful and productive? How does one work, love and have fun while being beaten to a pulp inside your mind? I try not to dwell on the obvious fact that many people manage to do just that and seem to do it very well. But the problem right now is that it feels like I’ve lost a lot of fights recently - like a ridiculous amount, stretched over the past 6 months. I want to quit so badly. I’m obviously not very good at boxing so why am I even trying any more? Why should I keep fighting just to lose? </div>
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The good part of my brain whispers, ‘Because of the chance, the possibility that you might win.’ I love this girl, I really do. But she’s just so fucking weak sometimes and can never seem to fight off the terrible chick. She says all these great things but then just never follows through because of the other one. Yes, there is a possibility I might win that day. It might even be possible for me to hit a winning streak next month. But are the chances worth all the falls and all the injuries? Do I like the game enough to keep playing? Do I even care if I win anymore? </div>
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Nishitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724183809676826104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710448343973523621.post-21952845043988558642016-06-17T00:41:00.001+05:302016-06-17T00:41:25.681+05:30Misty Madame<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It's been a month since you died,<o:p></o:p></div>
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But I still haven't said goodbye.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Not a day passes by, <o:p></o:p></div>
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When I don't expect you to walk to my side,<o:p></o:p></div>
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And meow with all your might,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Expecting me to get up in the middle of the night.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I can still see you when I come home,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Waiting at the door to make me feel less alone. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Even now, I feel your tiny paws,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Walking all over me, reminding me of what true love was. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I miss picking you up Simba style,<o:p></o:p></div>
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You would wonder at my madness and think me an imbecile,<o:p></o:p></div>
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But eventually we would reconcile. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I loved the way your fur felt beneath my fingertips,<o:p></o:p></div>
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And the way it would smell when I buried my face in it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The tinker of your tiny little bell,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ringing while you hid and gave us hell. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I miss kissing your small wet nose,<o:p></o:p></div>
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And then the way your eyes would close. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I remember the way your soft paws felt on my cheek,<o:p></o:p></div>
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You adorable multi-coloured freak.<o:p></o:p></div>
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No more hanging on to my jeans,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Begging me not to leave.<o:p></o:p></div>
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You won’t be there when I go to bed,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Curled up, content, sleeping on my leg.<o:p></o:p></div>
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You’re not here anymore,<o:p></o:p></div>
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For me to hold tight and mourn.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Your absence is so palpable,<o:p></o:p></div>
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It makes me wish it was all reversible. <o:p></o:p></div>
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With a pirate eye and a bald patch, <o:p></o:p></div>
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We were the world's best match.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Eating, sleeping and reading won’t be the same,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Without you Misty Madame.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Thank you for choosing me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Thank you for letting me love you. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Thank you for all that you taught me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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You will never be forgotten.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Nishitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724183809676826104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710448343973523621.post-49698744852817249612015-12-22T11:59:00.002+05:302015-12-22T11:59:21.688+05:30The Painting<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
But I will always remember,<br />
The smell of paint on your fingers,<br />
And the canvas in your eyes,<br />
As you painted my soul,<br />
And stripped me of my disguise.<br />
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But not all that is art is beautiful.<br />
With every stroke and every line,<br />
My essence ceased to look divine.<br />
I watched you be puzzled,<br />
And then terrified.<br />
For only when you understand,<br />
Can you truly see.<br />
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But you continued to create,<br />
As I waited with bated breath,<br />
To see your idea of me.<br />
However, it was not to be.<br />
The scrutiny became tiresome,<br />
And I itched to shift,<br />
I yearned for reprieve.<br />
So I moved and I changed,<br />
Your painting, however, didn't.<br />
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But then you put your brush down,<br />
And walked away dejected.<br />
I saw your creation,<br />
Left incomplete and desolate.<br />
I watched it on my wall,<br />
Pondered the significance of it all.<br />
Hoping you would come back,<br />
To finish what was left of me,<br />
To finish what you had failed to see.<br />
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But as time passed by,<br />
The painting remained unaltered, untouched, unmoved.<br />
Until one day I realised,<br />
The canvas was mine, soul and body.<br />
I was free to paint,<br />
Had the liberty to imagine,<br />
Every single version of myself ,<br />
I loved and hated,<br />
Respected and feared.<br />
To paint the parts only I was privy to,<br />
The good, the bad,<br />
The happy, the sad,<br />
The beautiful, the ugly,<br />
The bright and the dark,<br />
The straight and the twisted,<br />
The past, the present and the wishful future.<br />
The canvas could be my emblem,<br />
Of honesty and acceptance.<br />
It was mine, it was me.<br />
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And so I walked out the door,<br />
To finish what he,<br />
Could never understand.<br />
And he,<br />
Could never create.</div>
Nishitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724183809676826104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710448343973523621.post-23491458502482688762015-08-23T13:59:00.002+05:302015-08-23T13:59:29.022+05:30Wandering Souls<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As of today,<br />
Right now in the midst of days,<br />
I wish to disappear without a trace,<br />
To not be found and not be chased.<br />
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I wish to become naught,<br />
But a wandering soul.<br />
One which lingers in and around,<br />
People's most precious hours.<br />
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I wish to feel their joy and excitement,<br />
Their distrust and disappointment,<br />
The hurt and the sorrow.<br />
But once pierced by it,<br />
I also wish to disconnect and float away.<br />
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For how enchanting an experience it would be,<br />
To be aware and lucid,<br />
To be deprived and fulfilled,<br />
All together, at the same time.<br />
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The essence of my soul would wander,<br />
Uninhibited and unrestrained.<br />
It would fly across the galaxies,<br />
Collide with a thousand others, unbound and free.<br />
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The sadness that filled me would be gone.<br />
The peace and calm that I sought, mine.<br />
I would not have much,<br />
But the group of wandering souls,<br />
That would always accompany me. </div>
Nishitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724183809676826104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710448343973523621.post-60701455138333734992015-08-11T22:42:00.003+05:302015-08-11T22:42:40.423+05:30Breathe out<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Take a pause,<br />
Take a minute,<br />
Take a second even.<br />
Close your eyes,<br />
And breathe it all in.<br />
Think of all the beautiful things in your life.<br />
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Too dark to see?<br />
Find one joyful thought,<br />
One patronus worthy memory.<br />
Replay it in your mind again and again,<br />
Till you feel how you felt that time.<br />
Let that smile blossom on your face,<br />
Be aware of the rush of blood to your cheeks,<br />
The warmth flowing in your veins,<br />
Allow the arms of joy to embrace you once again.<br />
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Now breathe the rest out,<br />
Let out that feeling of wretchedness and despair,<br />
Let the winds carry it with them,<br />
Onto to the next scene of tragedy.<br />
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Take a day,<br />
Take a month,<br />
Take a second only.<br />
Close your eyes,<br />
Breathe in,<br />
And think of the people you love.<br />
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Remember the ways you made them laugh,<br />
Remember the way they made you feel.<br />
Think of those who might need you,<br />
Who wouldn't want to live without you.<br />
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Now imagine them being gone,<br />
Imagine the emptiness you would feel,<br />
And let this imaginary pain rip you apart.<br />
Feel this pain and sense of loss.<br />
Remember this pain and sense of loss,<br />
For you will be the one causing it,<br />
If you give yourself away.<br />
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So breathe out,<br />
Open your eyes,<br />
Look into the cold glass reflection.<br />
Put that mode of self destruction down,<br />
Walk away from the smashed mirror.<br />
Go fall into the arms of someone,<br />
Who wouldn't want to live without you.</div>
Nishitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724183809676826104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710448343973523621.post-3789507288545894562015-08-09T12:18:00.001+05:302015-08-09T12:18:40.118+05:30Four Years<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Mid-way through our more than usual giggle fit, she abruptly stopped, looked up at the ceiling and said, "My tickets are booked. I leave in two weeks."<br />
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The room went eerily quiet as we let the news of her leaving, sink in. It felt as if the walls of the room we shared, were also quivering with fear of abandonment, of being left behind once again. Now the sound of our laughter was nothing more than an echo, resonating the inevitable lack of it. We lay next to each other in silence, struggling to find the right words, knowing it was a useless endeavour. No words could soothe this feeling of dread, of not knowing what the future held.<br />
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I rolled up next to her and held her. For a brief moment, it seemed as if my gesture was not to be returned. But then her small, soft arms slowly cradled me and warmed my bones. We held each other tightly, as if we were trying to prevent pieces of us from falling off, trying to prevent us from falling apart. Just like we had for the past four years. </div>
Nishitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724183809676826104noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710448343973523621.post-1488547048363006892015-05-12T23:31:00.000+05:302015-05-12T23:31:07.667+05:30Floating Lights<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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There's a light inside of me,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Which lights up the path to my goals.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It shows me who I need to be,<o:p></o:p></div>
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To reach them and fulfill my roles. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It goes where I go, <o:p></o:p></div>
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It's my guiding light and my hope. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It makes me good and true,<o:p></o:p></div>
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So if it wanders around you,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Know that you are too. <o:p></o:p></div>
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When my belief in the world falters, <o:p></o:p></div>
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It tells me stories from souls around the world,<o:p></o:p></div>
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And my opinion is once again altered.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Everything it tells me is all I know,<o:p></o:p></div>
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And that is how I learn and how I grow. <o:p></o:p></div>
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When from my path I have strayed, <o:p></o:p></div>
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It does not sound the alarm, <o:p></o:p></div>
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Just tells me to carry on and not be afraid.<o:p></o:p></div>
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For only when you get lost,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Will you remember the right way. <o:p></o:p></div>
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When my heart is breaking slowly,<o:p></o:p></div>
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My light fills the gaps and comforts me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When my heart has healed sufficiently,<o:p></o:p></div>
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It leaves between the unstitched seams, <o:p></o:p></div>
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Left behind for me to breathe through. <o:p></o:p></div>
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When life gets boring and monotonous,<o:p></o:p></div>
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The once stable light, <o:p></o:p></div>
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Jumps around 'cause it's time to move on.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Time to find things that might break your heart,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Because they will make you feel a love that might tear you
apart. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But maybe that's the best part? <o:p></o:p></div>
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This light inside of me,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Is my companion and my soul.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It teaches me of karma and peace,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tells me to be patient and bold.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The world is dark and filled with sadness,<o:p></o:p></div>
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But all it needs are our lights and kindness.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Nishitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724183809676826104noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710448343973523621.post-73189163922165471032015-05-11T22:55:00.004+05:302015-05-11T22:55:44.322+05:30Mother's Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Preeti Rao Lali. Many people claim to know her and her
story, but most of you really don’t. One day, I will wrote a book about her and
her journey, because it’s a tale worth telling people about. But today, I’m
going to shine some light on one of the many faces of the uncut diamond that she is.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I don’t think most people know what an amazing mother Preeti
Lali is. Other than those who are close to me and her, no one gets to hear all
the antics she and I get up to or the amount of bullshit we take from each
other. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Relationships may come and go, but for everyone,
their relationship with one’s mother is a never ending journey. And I am not
talking only about the unconditional love that parents are capable of. I am
talking about the relationship between two growing individuals who happen to be
bound by the sacred bond of unconditional love. <o:p></o:p></div>
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She and I had a rough start, I basically hated her, well as much
as any 6 year old can hate his/her mother. She was, for all intents and
purposes, a single mother raising a 5 year old pathological liar in a foreign
country, couldn't really blame her for being hard on me. Oh but I did blame
her, for a long time. It was when I turned 13 and started showing signs of being
emotionally closed off and non-communicating, that my mother decided to really
sit up and change our relationship. And within the year, our relationship had
gone from mother-daughter daily tantrums, to being each other’s closest
confidants. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My mother takes the parenting style of ‘learning from her
mistakes’ very seriously. That’s why, at an early age, she told me about all of her
biggest mistakes. If I was not already mature by the age of 13 that sure did
the trick. It may not have prevented me from making almost the exact same
mistakes, but it gave me the comfort of knowing that the woman I idolized
today, had gone through something similar and that made her approachable.
Because contrary to most teenage beliefs, I knew she meant it when she said ‘I
understand.’ <o:p></o:p></div>
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At the age of 51, my mother is the most modern and forward
thinking mother I have met till date. She is liberal, vocal and unbiased. She
talks about things that were tabooed in her time, such as alcohol, smoking,
drugs, sex, homosexuality or colour and gender discrimination. She and I have
extremely honest and open discussions about these topics and our personal
experiences related to them. And at the end of them, we have this weird
sensation because we realize that according to the norm, the things we have
shared with each other, are highly inappropriate, given the nature of our relationship that is.
I have yet to come across a mother-daughter relationship as honest as ours. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My mom, my amma, is my best friend. She is my task manager
and my trouble-shooter. She knows something is wrong the minute she hears my
voice over the phone and she will always want to talk about it endlessly. I am
thankful for our relationship no matter how inappropriate some people might deem it. I am glad that the minute I have career or relationship problems,
I can come to you with them. I am even happier that I can do the same for you,
because that is the unique thing about you and me, I am your best friend too. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We fight, say nasty things to each other which are horribly
effective because we know one another’s weak spots, but then with each fight,
we grow and understand each other better. We have helped one another grow more
than we realize. And with each passing day, our relationship dynamics
change ever so slightly, but never for the worse. I have watched you become the
beautiful human being you are today, and I watch you better yourself every
single day. The strength and determination you have shown in your life is
commendable, and I can only hope that when people say, “You’re so much like
your mom.” that they’re right. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Happy Mother’s Day. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Nishitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724183809676826104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710448343973523621.post-70830623320131423702014-12-04T13:44:00.003+05:302014-12-04T13:44:34.996+05:30Waste <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Her mind is nothing but a bait,<br />
And I find myself with time to waste.<br />
And as we have not yet found our goals,<br />
We're all degenerates without a soul.<br />
Because only a soulless human,<br />
Would waste time instead of living.</div>
Nishitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724183809676826104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710448343973523621.post-56573080293596299282014-12-04T13:43:00.004+05:302014-12-04T13:43:46.192+05:30Young Love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
What do we not understand?<br />
That love is all consuming and insane and grand?<br />
You think we have not felt the craze?<br />
Drowned and encompassed in the fiery haze,<br />
What is life but a maze within a maze.<br />
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Nishitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724183809676826104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710448343973523621.post-32506770282735715212014-12-04T13:42:00.001+05:302014-12-04T13:42:31.662+05:30Her<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As she watches him fall asleep,<br />
There settles in a sense of relief.<br />
She can now undress in peace,<br />
And not have him judge her piece by piece.<br />
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Nishitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724183809676826104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710448343973523621.post-24545835163046383772014-12-03T15:51:00.002+05:302014-12-04T12:46:58.351+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Save me,<br />
I'm drowning myself.<br />
I feel my hand on top of my head,<br />
Pushing and shoving it,<br />
Under the water bed.<br />
I open my eyes under,<br />
And I can see the world as clear as water.<br />
The death and the slaughter,<br />
The misery and the abuse,<br />
They all stupefy me, for what is the use?<br />
My life flashes before me,<br />
The one with comfort and ease,<br />
The one with affordable laziness and peace.<br />
The pretty picture changes,<br />
And so do the lives I see,<br />
For who, would want to be me?<br />
I see lives of others who wouldn't want me to believe,<br />
Because their lives are many nightmares together weaved.<br />
But there is a ray of light,<br />
A beacon of hope.<br />
For they were made to survive,<br />
They were made to be brave. <br />
They fight their monsters, fight their demons,<br />
So why the hell can't I?<br />
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Nishitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724183809676826104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710448343973523621.post-4420087390567093742014-12-01T15:57:00.003+05:302014-12-01T15:57:29.958+05:30Creative Dry Spell<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I feel uselessly calm,<br />
Seem to have lost my charm.<br />
The words don't fit me anymore,<br />
They don't seem to be comfortable anymore.<br />
<br />
The solace I found,<br />
Is long gone and not around.<br />
We used to get along,<br />
But now we feel like strangers,<br />
In a deserted storm.<br />
<br />
I miss you and the warmth you brought,<br />
You were dependable when others were not.<br />
I feel stagnant and empty,<br />
Lonely and crowded.<br />
<br />
I no longer have you, my escape,<br />
I cannot find a world to slip into and fly away.<br />
<br />
A book may help,<br />
Help me gain some stolen peace,<br />
Provide a planet on which I would sleep,<br />
And dream the dreams that once came so naturally.<br />
<br />
But a child's imagination,<br />
Is more precious than any stolen world,<br />
Or a stolen word.<br />
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Nishitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724183809676826104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710448343973523621.post-54514377654346236112014-11-30T13:09:00.001+05:302014-11-30T13:09:46.959+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Feel the wind in your hair,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Watch the glitter get swept away.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Listen to the sound of your dress,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It sings softly, "Swish swish swish".</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Follow the feel of your heels,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It's the rhythm of confidence and steel.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Tuck that stray strand of hair behind your ear,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Feel your earrings against your face.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Twirl the ring around your finger,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Trace back the veins on your hand.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Be aware of every glance that comes your way,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And know that your beauty is not an illusion,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Not a distant dream,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Not your personal fantasy.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It is real and is palpitating,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Within you,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And your soul.</span></div>
Nishitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724183809676826104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710448343973523621.post-23191081310418333682014-10-06T04:05:00.004+05:302014-10-06T04:13:46.777+05:30For Grandfather<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Slipping through my fingers,</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Like water on ice,</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I'd like to see your face one last time.</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The light and the sunshine,</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Shone out of your eyes.</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Like an ever blazing fire,</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You were a guiding light.</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The world was beautiful through your eyes,</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It looks dark and damp now with your goodbye.</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Candies and ribbons,</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Those were just the benefits.</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The best bit,</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Was meeting you.</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The ability to make me feel,</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Like the most beautiful girl in the world,</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Is given to only a few.</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You treasured it,</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I cherished it.</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Now you're gone,</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">To a place far away.</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I hope you attain peace and happiness there,</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And watch me during the day.</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Because at night, in my dreams,</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I'll meet you there.</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And when I come I hope you'll be glad,</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In yellow ribbons I'll be clad.</span></div>
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Nishitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724183809676826104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710448343973523621.post-9975196696456154702014-10-06T03:54:00.003+05:302014-10-06T04:13:31.042+05:30Dancing Together <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 15px;">Writing is always inspired by something found in the most unexpected places. I found a beat, I wrote on that beat. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;">The stars are out tonight,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;">For all of you and me. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;">Lets go out tonight,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;">And just try to be. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;">For all the times we were,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;">Dancing all alone. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;">I am here with you,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;">So you don't have to dance alone anymore. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;">Maybe this time we'll see,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;">What life was screaming 'bout. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;">Maybe this time we'll know,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;">What all the fuss was about. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;">And all the things I think I taught myself,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;">I feel there are some left,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;">I could learn from you as well. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;">One day our time will come,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;">To go out the door.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;">Dance on the floor,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;">Till we cant dance no more. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;">On that day, that time,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;">I would like to be,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;">Right next to you,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px;">Dancing till we're flawless and blue.</span></span></div>
Nishitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724183809676826104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710448343973523621.post-51610895554224492882013-12-12T15:44:00.001+05:302014-10-06T04:08:49.726+05:30Homosexuality: Tabooed in India<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">‘Public
discussion of homosexuality in India has been inhibited by the fact that
sexuality in any form is rarely discussed openly.’<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">I
read this line on Wikipedia when I googled ‘Homosexuality in India’. (We really
have a Wikipedia page for everything today, don’t we?) The reason behind me, googling
this is the fact that it just </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">isn't</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> talked about in this country.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Recently, I saw this interview of Saif Ali
Khan on The Front Row. And it jogged my thought process switching it onto a
completely different lane. He talked in the interview, about how we Indians aren’t
honest. That we portray this image of our country being progressive because the people are now more
open about affection, love and sex, all of which are inter-related and that we
are a power house because of our technology and our dwindling economy. This
image is an illusion. We aren’t allowed to talk about sex in public and are definitely
not allowed to make public our affection for one another, what with all the
cops tapping on our car windows. He talked about how our cinema isn’t honest
about what love and compassion are about. We live in a society which </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">doesn't</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> accept people for who they are. <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">In
such a society, is it really a surprise that there’s a law which makes
homosexuality illegal? When the straight ones </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">aren't</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> given the right to hold
hands in public peacefully, the sexuality that is apparently ‘correct’ and ‘natural’
(according to the cuckoos), how can we expect this to be ‘tolerated’? Love, sex and freedom, is tabooed in our
country. <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I
was part of this ridiculous incident once, something which hasn’t really been
talked about or thought about in the way I have recently. My friends and I were
one afternoon sitting in a coffee shop in Pune. We had newspapers on the table
and had just looked through an article about an adult star being part of a new
film. This led to a discussion about her involvement and whether this was
something the public wanted to watch. Now my friends, including me, have a
tendency to get a little passionate in the midst of a discussion and as a
result, our voices were a little louder than they should have been. As a
result, the table behind us, with three people, overheard us. One man on the
table started to talk very loudly, so as to make a point, about adult starts
and making comments that linked them to my friends and me. There were specific
comments that were made, intentionally directed at us. Our male counterparts on
the table, protective as they are, realized this and turned around to address
them. This led to a completely unnecessary and heated argument which comprised
of the man telling my friend that she looked like a bedbug and her parents
would be ashamed of her if they knew she was part of a discussion such as this.
There were threats made to us that they knew Sharad Powar and we were asked
where we lived and so on and so forth. This ended with us all being told to
leave the shop. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">In
such a situation, where our freedom of speech is being taken away by our own
people because the subject at hand is not deemed ‘decent’, what is one to do?
The problem lies within us, within our society. Our concept of love, passion
and what it entails is flawed. And this avoidance has led to ignorance. People
are misinformed and misguided. We grow up believing that everyone is not equal.
We find reasons to discriminate. If we, the people of India, cannot find our
humanity and gain perspective, what is the government going to do? If the way
of thought isn’t changing, how will the law?<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Did you know that our most beloved and cherished
historical texts support homosexuality? </span></span><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 115%;">Hinduism has taken various
positions, ranging from positive to neutral or antagonistic.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rigveda" title="Rigveda"><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Rigveda</span></a></span><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 115%;">, one of the four
canonical sacred texts of Hinduism says<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>‘Vikriti Evam Prakriti’<span class="apple-converted-space">, which means ‘</span>what
seems un-natural is also natural’ which some scholars believe recognizes the
cyclical constancy of homosexual/transsexual dimensions of human life, like all
forms of universal diversities. The classic Indian text<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kama_Sutra" title="Kama Sutra"><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Kama Sutra</span></a></span><sup id="cite_ref-6" style="unicode-bidi: -webkit-isolate;"><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 115%;"> </span></sup><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 115%;">deals without ambiguity or
hypocrisy with all aspects of sexual life—including marriage, adultery,
prostitution, group sex, sadomasochism, male and female homosexuality, and
transvestism.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">There
is a basic rule book, which everyone is supposed to follow. A rule book written
by all the wrong sorts of people. This rule book is not dictated by our
government, it’s dictated by society, by us. We make the government. We are the
government. So what are we doing? We need to sit down and question our humanity
and our principles. Question your parents and your grand-parents; let us figure
out the problem here. Figure out why this is happening to our country and to
our people. Didn’t God make all humans to be equal and have equal rights? </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">Aren't</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> we all his children? They are not mistakes! And if they are, then we all are. </span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Nishitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724183809676826104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710448343973523621.post-21220275786487137442013-11-01T10:31:00.001+05:302013-11-02T16:17:12.823+05:30Hot Chocolate<div>A sip of hot chocolate,</div><div>Does more for us than we can know. </div><div>In the cold nights when there is little light,</div><div>That warm cup of brown feels just right. </div><div>With every sip from that steaming tower,</div><div>You feel it's overwhelming power. </div><div>That warm stream down your throat,</div><div>Helps to set sail to every bad memory boat. </div><div>Every muscle and every nerve,</div><div>Loosens and gives you the comfort you deserve.</div><div>The chocolatey milk encompassing you,</div><div>Wrapping you up in a cozy blanket all new.</div><div>And as you sip at it slowly,</div><div>You feel 4years old, vaguely. </div><div>As if time has found a way to turn around and glance,</div><div>Glance at you in your mother's arms,</div><div>Sleeping, while your fathers lullaby disarms. </div><div>The drowsiness that now settles in,</div><div>Becomes more forceful and compelling. </div><div>Compelling you to leave all your worries behind,</div><div>To let go of the weariness and to become kind. </div><div>Let the warmth and comfort of sleep and dreams,</div><div>Send you to a land filled with fantasies. </div><div>So put down that mug and put down that book,</div><div>Get into bed, get under the covers, close your eyes and look.</div><div>Because a sip of hot chocolate,</div><div>Does more for us than we will know. </div>Nishitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724183809676826104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710448343973523621.post-62342309609128171402013-11-01T10:30:00.001+05:302013-11-04T12:52:46.653+05:30Time<div>Turn back the clock please,</div><div>I just need some relief. </div><div>Rewind it a bit or a few years,</div><div>Back to those couple of beers. </div><div>The sunny happy times,</div><div>When we hadn't drawn all those lines. </div><div>Lines that shouldn't be crossed,</div><div>Or else everything is lost.</div><div>Bring back that time to me,</div><div>When we were full of happiness and glee. </div><div>Time that darn precious thing,</div><div>Can't even compare it to rare and expensive bling. </div><div>Tide that impatient thing,</div><div>Waits for no one and acts like a king. </div><div>Maybe if we made different choices would we see,</div><div>It's not about who you want to be. </div><div>It's about those decisions that get made,</div><div>In haste and silliness destroying all the plans you laid. </div><div>If I met god today,</div><div>I would ask him for one thing for every day. </div><div>A second chance to make those choices again,</div><div>A chance to stop and enjoy the rain. </div><div>To let the person know,</div><div>That the storm ends. </div><div>That the sun can shine again. </div><div>To at least let the person know,</div><div>Where the future for him is going to go. </div>Nishitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724183809676826104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710448343973523621.post-28808401102295658802013-11-01T10:10:00.001+05:302013-11-04T13:06:36.111+05:30Post Nh7 Withdrawal<div>Let's go back to that time,</div><div>When we felt young, free and fine. </div><div>When all that mattered was the here and the now,</div><div>People have forgotten that feeling, how?</div><div>Let's go back to that time,</div><div>When everything was sunny, bright and it shined!</div><div>With the music engulfing us,</div><div>There was absolutely no drama or fuss. </div><div>The excitement and the passion,</div><div>Lasted only for a fraction. </div><div>Lets go back to that time,</div><div>When the feeling of ecstasy and the high, were all mine. </div><div>When the artists and audience were one,</div><div>Each one became the other one's sun. </div><div>The trance and the atmosphere,</div><div>So captivating, one forgot all their fears. </div><div>Let go back to that time,</div><div>When all inhibitions were left behind. </div><div>No control and no power,</div><div>Individuals sprung and blossomed like flowers. </div><div>For it was that time of the year,</div><div>When everyone shifted to fifth gear. </div><div>Let's go back to that time,</div><div>When there was an absence of lines,</div><div>Oh! How for that time I pine. </div>Nishitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724183809676826104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710448343973523621.post-40338498054794466502013-10-18T12:19:00.001+05:302013-10-18T12:19:33.485+05:30The Jazz BluesMy favorite part of the year is here! Nh7! And in that spirit and mood, here's something I'd like to share.<div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">It takes over you, feeds on your soul,</span><div>But replaces it with so much more.</div><div>As the first note strikes,</div><div>You feel a change in your psych. </div><div>With the guitar strumming and the beautiful drumming,</div><div>Your heart starts running. </div><div>Every beat, every pitch,</div><div>Is so very rich. </div><div>Her voice fills the air,</div><div>Like magic, she traps you in her lair. </div><div>A wonderful spell is cast,</div><div>One, you feel, will forever last. </div><div>The sound is so glorious,</div><div>You feel surprisingly victorious. </div><div>A melody so sweet,</div><div>It's where the Gods come to meet. </div><div>The overwhelming feeling of awe,</div><div>With energy so pure and so raw.</div><div>You near your own emotional climax,</div><div>Ever so slowly, your patience starts to lapse.</div><div>As the end of the solo begins,</div><div>The feeling of withdrawal sets in. </div><div>Take a moment there, my friend,</div><div>Stop and let it sink in, till the very end. </div><div>These moments are sacred and rare,</div><div>Cherish them, for their loss if more than you can bear.</div></div>Nishitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724183809676826104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710448343973523621.post-12494408678976091862013-10-17T21:38:00.001+05:302013-10-17T23:19:20.306+05:30One Day At A Time<div>One day at a time,</div><div>I'll push myself across the finish line. </div><div>The day will come when it's done,</div><div>And it will feel like the burn of a rising sun. </div><div>The ashes of an old cigarette,</div><div>The last drops of rain,</div><div>Will feel like an old debt,</div><div>But there will be lots to gain. </div><div>As the world turns to rust,</div><div>You feel the lingering lust. </div><div>The lust to discover something new,</div><div>To watch life from a different view.</div>Nishitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724183809676826104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710448343973523621.post-23780580336318489672013-07-09T00:03:00.002+05:302013-07-09T00:03:15.956+05:30Lootgayi after Lootera<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">Today I found out what being speechless, really means. To experience something that sinks</span><span class="s3"> into your soul so deeply that </span><span class="s3">you discover a depth to your being that you never even knew existed, forget being touched.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">That is what I felt after watching </span><span class="s3">Lootera</span><span class="s3">. A film that creeps into your system </span><span class="s3">shot by shot </span><span class="s3">and by the </span><span class="s3">end,</span><span class="s3"> captures you entirely. </span><span class="s3">She is </span><span class="s3">unbelie</span><span class="s3">vably simple yet expressive. Her beauty is one of uniqueness and a rarity, and you don’t even know why you find her so breathtaking. Y</span><span class="s3">ou fall for a character that you don’t even know yet. Her grace, her charm, the expression of slyness i</span><span class="s3">s all wrapped up perfectly </span><span class="s3">in </span><span class="s3">just </span><span class="s3">her eyes.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">I still don’t know what exactly has moved me so. But I feel like I lived her life, I felt her joy when she first laid eyes o</span><span class="s3">n him; </span><span class="s3">I felt her childish excitement every time she saw him; I felt her anger, her desire, her love, and then her feeling of utter betrayal. Then I experienced her confusion and her love</span><span class="s3"> being reborn, rising from a </span><span class="s3">dark </span><span class="s3">grave of anger and hurt.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s3" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I feel like I’ve known her all my life and even then, she confuses me and bedazzles me at the same time.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">He is the picture of the untypical angry young man. He’s bad but not by choice. He loves her, but not by choice. He rips her heart from her chest, but not out of his own accord. His entire life is dictated by </span><span class="s3">him not having</span><span class="s3"> t</span><span class="s3">he power of choice</span><span class="s3">. Yet, you don’t know whether to feel sorry for him when she unleashes her anger on to him or to hate him for being the cause of that hurt and anger.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s3" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Now, I feel its grip and the trance wearing off, as I type every letter, its fading. A part of me wants it to go away and give me back my heart and my head, but another part of me wants to hold on to this feeling of….being so overwhelmed.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">Lootera</span><span class="s3"> stole something from me. What I have no idea honestly, but I feel as if a part of my soul has been taken from me. Not ripped from me, but given unwillingly. As if I had absolutely no choice in the matter.</span></span></div>
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Nishitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724183809676826104noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710448343973523621.post-60580592422350135232012-07-07T12:20:00.001+05:302012-07-07T12:20:17.344+05:30Choices<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Life gets difficult sometimes and there's nothing you can do about it. But sometimes, you sit and wonder about the choices you've made and whether they were the right ones and if not, then what would life have been like? <span style="background-color: white;">You never truly understand the value of a choice until its made. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">But is there really something like the 'right choice'? Or are they just a variety of choices, where each one leads you down a different path? Maybe its all about destiny and none of it is in our hands. Or maybe, everything is in our hands and destiny is constantly changing according to the paths we choose! </span><br />
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Bottom line is, it doesn't bloody matter what it all means or what it will lead to! There is absolutely NO use for those tarot cards or crystal balls or fortune of the day! Because all that matters, are your choices. And how do you make those? You think in the moment, think about what will make you truly happy without any strings attached. The rest of it, throw it up in the air and let it blow away with the wind! </div>
Nishitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724183809676826104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710448343973523621.post-83756513900682850912012-07-07T12:08:00.003+05:302012-07-07T12:24:01.915+05:30Feeling<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I wrote this after I had learnt how to ride a bike. One of the best days of my life. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: -webkit-auto;">I felt like I was feeling for the first time.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: -webkit-auto;">I was moving,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: -webkit-auto;">And for once the body felt mine.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: -webkit-auto;">I was free,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: -webkit-auto;">I was high,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: -webkit-auto;">I was saying goodbye.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Goodbye to the hard days,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Goodbye to the heart ache,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Goodbye to being worried.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: -webkit-auto;">With my hair whipping in the wind,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: -webkit-auto;">I turned around to see,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: -webkit-auto;">That my past had stopped following me.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: -webkit-auto;">My road was bright and clear,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: -webkit-auto;">The dirt was washed away by the new rain.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: -webkit-auto;">The drops that had found their way to my soul,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Had cleansed it whole.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Now I feel happy,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: -webkit-auto;">I feel like this is how I'm supposed to be.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Scarred, broken and crazy,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Healed, beautiful and wise.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: -webkit-auto;">In all the mess,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: -webkit-auto;">I had found my pattern, my path.</span></span></div>Nishitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724183809676826104noreply@blogger.com0