Conflicting Minds

The world is one big family. We have our differences, but we have something in common. We are born in families, to cultures that are destined for us. Does that mean we are better than the rest? If all cultures promote the values of good upbringing love peace and united as a family, then we are no different. We seek love and attention if we are deprived of or denied of it. We seek acceptance of being ourselves, changing for the good and not ourselves for others. We live our lives and but we live for others. Our every action and behavior influences our loved ones. We stay with and away from families-joint, nuclear and singles. We miss that every little aspect of sharing and being together. We fail to understand each other because of communication gap, distances and viewpoints that have changes, evolved over time. Transformation has taken place in bits and pieces. We haven’t really thought and made an effort to bridge the gaps. Technology has made conversations happen easier not build ...

We don’t remember what we usually did as little babies, but yes most us would have been gift-wrapped in white linen and handed over to our mothers. Pretty, petite and beautiful that white that signifies purity and elegance. Girls we are and will be, for white is our sign. Mommy usually made me wear the white frock to church. I scanned through my christening and communion photographs with the white dress put on. I always dreamt of the little white dress, very rare and worn at occasions that came once in our lives. And once upon a time in history, the white dress remains untouched. There are times I felt I could have the privilege and honor for once to porte les vetements blanche (to wear the white dress). Faintly knowing that the desire and eagerness of purity vanishes when the wait is long. Although patience takes care of it, the symbol of white is lost somewhere. Just like thoughts get corrupted, so does the white dress, which no fabric was can save, but remains virgin till the da...

I always wondered that freedom came with responsibility, and can vouch for that staying away from home for 6 years. Difficult yes, but not impossible it was. Being independent, standing up on you feet and getting on to your toes to face the challenges. Struggles and odds were part but that never stopped me from going ahead. There are no regrets, these are learnings and mistakes you don’t repeat and move on, if I look back I cherish the good times, the ugly past makes me stagnant and how can I grow. So used to being with myself, it’s not just being in love or obsessed with myself. I learnt the tricks of the trade, well I’m here to love what I do and then make money for my survival. If my passion becomes my profession, I have no interests left. Painting, music, song, dance, writing, oratory, movies, internet, experimenting with making and binging on food & desserts and I’m still slim and healthy. Diseases are all in the mindset-mental, psychological, emotional. I’m physically pre...

Every breath I take, every step I make, and then every mistake. It’s the choice I make. Talking about freedom in the context of making one’s own free choice exists. It is the courage to make take that step of one’s choice. We do make mistakes, but that doesn’t mean we stop making our choices. Choice has to be voiced. It’s freedom given to us with responsibility. And conditions apply. Whether it’s choosing a career or life-partner, buying a house or car, we all have done our research, made mistakes and made it right. Our choice is the reflection of our unfulfilled desires. The way I see it, it makes me feel independent and of course, responsible for my actions and decisions I take. Going with a goal in mind and desire in my heart, Some have been too far-fetched and unreasonable. But haven’t stopped putting efforts in pursuing them. It will materialize some day. It seems illogical to the practical and realistic. I live in a world of making dreams happen. Obstacles are bound to come my...