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Life Is A Bird

Birds play a vital role in our lives. Their several contributions, for the most part, are in the background. These good deeds are neither realized nor appreciated by us. We could go as far as to say that we fail to acknowledge their purpose or beauty in any manner. But sometimes, a bird poops on our heads. And we get so mad at them. We end up filled with hate and anger. We curse the damn birds, wondering why our luck is so downtrodden.

And this is exactly how we react to the unsatisfying things or moments of our lives. We are keen to acknowledge, highlight and whine about that little momentary discomfort, despite the knowledge that not everything that comes our way affects us to the extent of continuing to matter at later points or stages of our lives. The pain and anger of the present situation seem to have the power to blind us to that level, that we feel justified and validated by our extreme reactions. But life will move on nevertheless, relentless in its crusade of moving forward and onward.

So do we. So does the bird. Yes, the bird may sometimes rattle us. Even attack us. It has the power to disrupt our lives, causing us to freeze up at the moment, afraid to take a step. Afraid to move on. Sometimes they make our carefully laid out plans go awry. But we fail to see that these moments of chaos that have rendered us seemingly helpless need to be experienced as well. They contribute to the satisfaction derived from the moments that constitute life and the purpose of living.

And then there are those of us who like to consider themselves as bird-watchers – watching these birds living the moment and their lives, awed by the peace and love surrounding them, failing to realize that what they see could be sought if they dared to fly too. They refuse to fly, chirp or appreciate their own lives. They spend most of their lives merely looking at these birds, living vicariously. Their life of the present and dreams meant to pursue are hence long forgotten. And when the moments they could have grasped and cherished pass, they weep for the lack of time well spent instead of zooming past to attain the next one.

Life is a bird. They are colorful, and each color can invoke so many emotions from within us. They also differ in size, skills, habitat, and lifestyle. If all the birds were the same, would we even be able to comprehend their beauty? And yet we know that each of these birds, with their similarities and differences, matter. Every life matters too. We might not have the life we see in others or seek for ourselves. But it has its own merits, and it can be so much more satisfying if we choose to live. And just the way birds fly and rise, life also is meant to live and breathe.

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Life Of Choice

Everything in life is a choice. These choices we make are for our betterment, survival, or to alleviate a sense of hopelessness – and it may not always seem so from another person’s perspective. Every second of the life we live boils down to the various choices we have made, and what we choose now will ultimately pave the way to create options for our future decisions. We pick what is needful or imperative to us at any given moment, whether it be the choice to live, eat or do something.

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For The Love Of Singapore

We, human beings, possess an inherent love of nature. Spending time in nature is an enjoyable experience, and there is no denying that. But we comprehend and appreciate the beauty of nature when we immerse ourselves in it, one way or another. Of the several encounters I have had of nature, my favorite experience happened in the summer of 2019 when I vacationed in Singapore with my family. Singapore, a small island in Asia, calls itself the Garden City for a reason. During my stay, we went out every day to see several interesting places. These major attractions for tourists did not fail to amaze me.

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Sexism, Feminism, And Rape

Despite claiming to be in a modern, civilized world, one can find patriarchy in any nook and corner. Yet, many choose to stay oblivious to it or pretend it does not exist. We see too many women being treated as childbearing machines, sometimes even as property. It is depressing that such an ignorant and brutal mindset prevails, even preached by other women. Is it nature or nurture? Do some human beings have a radio in their head insisting men are the superior gender and women are mere cogs? I do not claim all men feel or behave so. Some men believe and fight for both equity and equality. But the fact is, an alarming number of men treat other genders with nothing short of contempt, mockery, and condescension. It is normal to hear, ‘you are behaving like a girl’ or ‘he is a guy, so it is okay.’ It is baffling that this behavior provides an ego boost. What one can or cannot do is not gender-determinant! A specific gender is not by default stupid, silly, dramatic, crazy, bossy, or possessive. We are different beings with our strengths and weaknesses, and none superior – Barrack Obama, Demi Lovato, Giorgio Armani, Elliot Page, Jessica Alba, you, and I. All alike yet different. None of us deserve to get subjected to discrimination.

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Ambushed Affirmation

Sometimes when you are mending something, a few stitches come loose. It does not mean it is broken again. It does not mean that the task at hand is unfixable. You just have to be patient and continue stitching. For when you are done, you will find a work of art that is inexplicably stunning in every aspect. So, be relentless in your pursuit of every milestone and goal. Be thankful for every step and puddle that helps you in your journey. No art is beautiful without its supposed flaws, and you are beautiful, on the inside and outside.

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A Life To Live

At some juncture of our lives, we reach a point where it physically and mentally hurts when someone is good to us without any expectation in return. It could be a stranger or someone close to us. We fear it because their intention is nothing beyond an expression of goodwill. We cannot bear it because we do not feel deserving of it – to expect and accept. It stems from our deep-rooted belief that if we let it sink in and feel great, everything will inevitably go wrong, leaving us worse than before. Essentially, it is the baggage of our past. It is easier to believe that we are not to live a good life. It feels against nature to be respected.

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Being Grateful

All of us are jam-packed and cramped with copious amounts of chores and burden. Be it emotional or physical. We are way too occupied. Especially due to the advancement in technology and our numerous social obligations.

As a result, we have forgotten to be grateful. I’m not talking about thanking God. Amongst us are theists, agnostics, atheists, etcetera. So, no, God is not what I mean. I am talking about you and me. About everyone and everything around us.

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Depiction Of A Person With Mental Illness

I want you to imagine this – one day of your life. In a dark, never-ending dungeon. Let us start at midnight. I let you sleep for half an hour in the most uncomfortable bed with very little ventilation. When the half-hour is up, I punch you in the stomach, hard. For the next half hour, I let you go around doing whatever you want, but you have to carry with you a backpack filled with stones and gravel, while speakers around you scream all kinds of discouragements – “You’re not good enough” “Nobody gives a damn about you.” “You look ridiculous.” “They are laughing at you.” “You are fake.”. Sometimes all you hear is a loud, mind-crushing high-frequency sound. You scream back at those voices, but it doesn’t make any difference. You can try to ignore them, but you can still hear them, loud and clear. You want to say, “I don’t care. It’s okay.”. You want to let it go. But eventually, you get exhausted. Ultimately, it gets to you. When the half-hour is up, I punch you hard again and then let you sleep in the same uncomfortable bed with the least amount of ventilation. This goes on and on, till the end of the day.

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Are You Okay?

I find a spot. I sit down and cross my legs. Leaning back, I hug myself. I close my eyes. Ignoring the world. Ignoring the pain. Ignoring everything. I breathe. And I wait.

Nothing. Nobody. No one asks me the single question that would show me that someone cares. Three simple words. With genuine concern. “Are you okay?”

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The Dark Companion

I seek solitude in the dark. I shut down the laptop, turn off the music, switch off the lights, sit on my bed, and seek comfort in the dark. Darkness has become a part of me. The nothingness reaches out to me, engulfing me into its darkest depths.