Nip it in the bud

It was a new day, in his case, a new beginning

He was going to stride into a new world

He was energized as it was the first ever time he was stepping out

He was going to breathe unblemished air,

Knowing, he was about to smell independence for the first time

He knew his life was going to change

He knew he was going to make his parents proud

He carefully chose his best shirt and shorts for the occasion

He wanted to look good on his first day

He flattened his frizzed hair and combed them down neatly

He thought about all those things he would be away from and managed a smile, shortly followed by a frown

He believed that like his all other friends, he will also get used to it with time

His was glad his father was going to accompany him, today

He put on his only pair of slippers and set out on a path he was awaiting to travel on for long

Starting today, he was going to be someone

All the time on his way, he could not help but look for that proud look on his fathers’ face

Although he was amazed why he could not spot it, he was sure he was being blinded by joy

They reached and while his father got talking to a man there, he checked the new place out

With his heart pounding, he went near and touched a note book, felt it and smelt its pages

Withholding wonder in his eyes, he viewed the smooth edges of a crayon, felt the curves of a scale,

Meanwhile, the man who was talking to his father came next to him and asked him to get a pencil

Understanding that it was time for him to start, he rushed to fetch it

He found a white pencil with flowers on it and ran his hands over its long body imagining how it would feel to use it

“Quick! Hand it over, boy. The customer is waiting “, brought him back to his senses and he longingly handed it over to a boy of nearly his age, in neat white school uniform who walked away with his father.

It had begun. The tender hands had seen its fate.

Indeed, his life had changed from that moment on wards. 

Small hands can handle a pen better. Lend your support to abolish child labor.
You know, he might be the next president.

(Check it out- http://in.reset.to/knowledge/child-labour?gclid=CKPiwo6mjKsCFcEc6wodAVxQww)

Butterfly fly away

5 was really becoming significant in Dr.Shah’s life. 5 years after his retirement, he had moved in with his son, Atreya, 5 months ago and 5 days had gone by since Atrey had spoken even a word to him. He had now started missing even the well recognized lines that Atrey used to utter just for the sake of conversation, in the little time he could spare for his dad.  He willingly believed that work kept his son busy. Though Atrey’s wife shared an affable relationship him, his only solace was in his 8 year old grandson, Ekanth. He meant the world to him. Ekanth was his only companion who made him feel at home and part of the family. Both understood each other and were inseparable except for the time Ek went to school. Ek and Shah dada were like buddies. Best ones at that.

Shah dada was reminding Ek that his dads birthday was after 5 days and both of them should plan and do something special for him. Come Friday, Dr. Shah was hoping he could bond with his son after long by celebrating his birthday in the way Atrey best liked it. Dr. Shah went about the preparations and helped Ek make a card for his dad too. He could hardly wait.

On Thursday, around midnight, Shah dada and Ek sneaked towards Atrey’s room to surprise him with a cake that Dr. Shah had bought from Atrey’s favourite bakery. He himself preapred kheer and halwa that he knew his son loved. As they drew closer, Dr. Shah could hear noises that he knew could not be coming from anywhere else. Fury was in the air. While he was contemplating on whether he should go ahead and knock the door or just leave, Atrey yelled saying, “How the hell can I ask him to move out?”
Dr. Shah became numb hearing what he heard for the next few minutes. Dr. Shah pulled back Ek sharply when he tried to advance towards the door. He decided the better of surprising his son and found his way back to his room having got surprised in turn. Ek did not understand what was going on and kept quiet seeing Shah dada’s excitement wear off from his face. Shah dada put Ek to sleep and lay awake the whole night.

Next morning Ek came running with tears to Atrey since he could not find Shah dada. Atrey and his wife rushed to Shah dadas empty room to find a cake with blown out candles on the dresser. Right next to it was a letter. Atrey opened the letter with trembling hands and it read,

My dear Atrey,
Many more happy returns of the day my child. I wish you all success in your life, hoping and praying that all your wishes come true. God Bless!Remember your birthday when you were severely ill? You and I made the halwa the cake and did the icing with the kheer and placed candles on it? Later in the evening, I threw you a surprise party at your favourite bakery that people still recollect? I wanted you to relive that moment for this one too. But last night I figured that I could give a bigger gift. What’s even more special than giving someone what they want on their birthday?
I know that as a single parent, I could not have given you everything. But I tried to be everything for you. A father, mother, brother and more importantly, a friend. While at that, I am sorry if I made you feel that you were loved any less. You were, are and always will be the center of my world.
I know that off late I have been ill and have given a lot of trouble to you and Sakshi. I understand that anyone in your situation would have wanted the same. Until last night, I failed to realize how troublesome and selfish I have been. Despite being a working couple, I want you both to know how wonderfully you took care of me.  Before leaving I wanted to tell you how much indebted I am to you, Sakshi and Ek. You people made me realize what it was like to be in a family, surrounded by people who love you. It really was a surreal feeling and I will cherish each moment of it. Believe me, I never intended to be of any trouble to you, because you were a very good child and so is Ek. He is just like you, my child. While being with Ek, I never realized when I myself became a child. I understand it will be tough to handle two at a time and it’s only fair if I bowed out. It’s all part of getting old. If not now, you will understand when you are older. 

Remember, yesterday when you asked, I tried to give it all with a smile, today or tomorrow when Ek asks, give your best with a smile even if you have to go an extra mile!

I will miss you and this home. Especially, I will miss my only buddy, Ek. Give him my love and tell him he will stay blessed. I want your happiness, always. I love you.
Yours,
Dad    

Next to the dresser hung a brand new Raymond’s Suit with a card that read:

“Happy Birthday, my dear child. I know you will look handsome in this”

PS: Do not forget to use my cufflinks in the drawer. They are lucky. J

Sakshi noticed tear drops on the letter that Atrey held and at that very instant, the couple understood their mistake. They searched everywhere they could think of and called up Dr. Shahs dearest friend to find that he had moved to an old age home. Atrey, Sakshi and Ek rushed there and found that he had gone out for a walk. By the time he got back, Atrey arranged a welcome back party in the same way Dr. Shah had wanted him to relive his childhood. Everyone in the home was geared up and Dr.Shah had another big surprise of the day. The kind he would never forget. 

When Dr.Shah asked them why they were there, Atrey told him that Ek missed having a companion and they had come to adopt a child.    

Just another tale

Life is sometimes cruel when it puts us in positions where you are helpless. It’s even more galling when you know you are the reason why things are the way they are and there is nothing at all you can do about them. There is no chance left to take.  

For some, quite inexplicably, love fades. For others, love is simply lost. But then of course, love can also be found. Even if just for the night, or for a lifetime. And there is another kind of love, the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. It’s called unrequited love. Of that, she was an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. What about the rest? What about their stories? Of those who fall in love with someone and are alone. They are the victims of the one-sided affair. The ones who cannot do anything about their love for the other. They are the walking wounded. The handicapped, without the advantage of a great parking space. Yes, I am talking about one such individual.

She found almost everything ever written about love to be true.

Shakespeare said, “Journeys end in lovers meeting.” She believed it to be an extraordinary thought. Personally, she had never experienced anything remotely close to that, but she was more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose she thought about love rather than experience it. She was constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said, “Love is blind”. Now, that was something she knew to be true. 

When she least expected it, the prince charming walked into her life. His love, charisma and charm had a big hand in sweeping her off her feet. She fell for him. He turned her world upside down. She was willing to accept anything as long as she was with him. And she willingly loved him and they were together for 3 amazing years. Just when people believed that their story was close to the one being written in fairy tale romances, reality decided to show itself. Because of a mistake she did, he left her. Rather than understanding her love that forced her to do the mistake, he chose to not be with her. 
He changed.

Imagine the worst things you think about yourself. Now, how would you feel if the one person you trust the most, not only thinks them, but also uses them as a reason to not be with you? 

She was shattered. Reality slapped her on the face. She couldn’t accept it. She looked at it as a cliché for her experiences with great expectations. She lost track of time. Life seemed like a blur. What followed were the worst new years and the worst birthdays. Anniversaries brought in by tears and valium. Those became the darkest days of her life. All because she was cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love her back.  Oh god, just the sight of him gave her creeps. Heart pounding, throat thickening, absolutely can’t swallow. All the usual symptoms.

How they first met was some meet cute. Its how two characters meet in a movie. Say a man and a woman, both need something to sleep in. And they both go to the same men’s pyjama department. And the man says to the salesman: “I just need bottoms”. The woman says, “I just need a top”. They look at each other and that’s the “meet cute”.

Why is someone attracted to a person, whom they know isn’t good?

I happen to know the answer to this. You are hoping you are wrong. Every time he/she does something that tells you he/ she is no good, you ignore it. And every time he/she comes through and surprises you, he/she wins you over and you lose the argument with yourself that he/she is not for you. 

 It turned out that he wasn't in love with her like she thought. Though it was not the end of the world, she understood feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. How it could actually ache in places she didn't know she had inside her. And it didn’t matter how many new haircuts she got or gyms she joined, or how many glasses of hot chocolate she drank with her girlfriends, she still went to bed every night, going through every detail and wondering what she had done wrong or how she could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment she could think that she was that happy and he was a inseparable part of her life? And sometimes she even convinced herself that he’ll see the light and show up at her door.

And after all that, however long "all that” may be, you’ll go somewhere new. Meet new people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of life you have wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.  

   

The guy came back. He came because he had to see her. He missed her. She didn’t understand. She asked him about when she was right there. For 3 years.  She tried to remind him of how then, he thought they weren’t right for each other. How they were a square peg and a round hole.  He did not remember that and he told her that now, he just knew that he hated it when she was gone. He also admitted, saying he had never checked his e-mails or messages more. It was driving him crazy that he wasn’t hearing from her. He said he did not want to lose her.

This was too confusing for her. He said he had screwed up. He said he made a mistake. Said he was stupid and impulsive in handling a troubled phase. She asked him about all those things he told her then when he ended things and left her half way. He asked her to understand and accept him knowing how confused he was about the whole thing. She felt like a used car whose owner come back to pick her up from a reseller just because he missed having her. 

She lost it. She told him they indeed were very round peg and very round hole. Only that she overlooked it that last time. She realized she could never trust him again. She could not deal with this all over again and ever stop wondering if what he wants now could change in the future. He broke her heart and acted like somehow it was her fault. As if she had misunderstood and was too in love with him to be ever mad at him. Though the time had come for her to end the twisted toxic thing between them, she was miraculously never done being in love with him. She had a life to start living and he was not going to be in it. But, she never did get her closure.

"She will never really tell you how much she likes you, unless prodded and you might find it easier to talk to her over long, sappy text messages. You will be careful with your spellings and the number of smiley faces you put after the 'Goodnight'. 

 One day she will tell you how no one gets her and you will try to fake a smile.

But secretly you will rethink the whole thing.
Then one day you will leave her to her words and her punctuations.
You will think for a moment about what to write on that post-it that you leave behind and finally decide on leaving it empty.
This time the silence will be from your side.

 Years later, you will spot her in a coffee shop, typing away furiously.

You may gather enough words to say Hello and she will tell you how well she is doing.
Her earrings will clink as she will start to laugh but you, you will notice the emptiness in her eye sockets.
You will realize then; You knew all her secrets.

 Never date a writer.

Just leave her to her words and her commas."

(http://smallfathands.blogspot.com/2011/04/never-date-writer.html)

Reliance- is all one needs…

Reliance- is all one needs…

Sometimes we feel like the pigeons that fly around the streets. People pass us, maybe enjoy the sight of us for a while and then ignore us. Also sometimes they prefer we weren’t part of their city. We may also be the pigeon among the family or friends. Seldom among friends though. Maybe because u don’t fit in or you ignore others or you love yourself or you can’t stop feeling sorry for yourself or many such things. Everyone fights for position. Everybody wants to be seen and heard. I guess so!

We may not be heard or seen pretty much but then we should not restrict ourselves to the given room a lot too. Let me give you an instance. Once there was a man, he was happily married, had a home and good job. He dint have kids. Oh, he wanted them. But the woman he loved fell out of love with him. It broke his heart. And whenever the chance to be loved came along again, he ran away from it. He stopped trusting people. No offence to people who have been there. But it sort of seems a dumb thing to do.

He was afraid of getting his heart broken again. You see, sometimes you trust a person and when things are down they forget about you. But then it may not always be that they exactly forget you. May be they are just too busy, they don’t forget about you but they forget to remember you. I don’t think people mean to forget. I think it just happens. I do understand that a broken heart is afraid to get hurt again by trusting people. But you never know. For example, I used to have this really nice pair of shoes. I was afraid if I wore them, I wreck them. I kept them in a box. And you know what happened? I outgrew them. I never wore them once outside. Now you must be thinking that a persons’ heart and a persons’ feelings are very different from shoes.

But according to me, they are kind of the same thing. If you aren’t going to use your heart then what’s the difference if it gets broken? If you just keep it to yourself they will be like my pair of shoes. When you do decide to try it they won’t be any good. You should take a chance, you got nothing to lose. There is always a chance.

A bit of truth in here, somewhere? At least, I think so. 
My point here being, your heart might still be broken but it isn’t gone. If it’s gone you can’t be nice to people anymore. Hence, talk to people. Let your feelings out. Be with somebody rather than being all alone.

I have heard that a good deed erases a bad one. As for me, I have done something’s wrong. And I don’t know if I have enough time to do all the good deeds that are needed to erase the bad ones. So all I am going to do now is, I am going to think of the most important thing that I can do to others and go do it.

Just follow the stars and your own heart.

PS: If you need somebody to trust, it could be me. I won’t forget you!

Rejuvenation

She was an independent

always knowing what she wanted

She was a believer

but, some things just didn’t fit

She had qualms

though it never got the better of her

She was cynical

hoping to be proven wrong

She had dreams

too vivid to be forgotten

She loved

unconditionally

She never ran behind

money or fame

She trusted

largely, straightforwardly

She woke up each day

promising she was gonna make it

She was confident

about her goals

She forgave

however, seldom forgot

She viewed things

with admiration

She worked

religiously

She helped

by going lengths

She was sensitive

which, she hardly showed

She hated crying

it made her feel weak

She was compassionate

empathizing with people

She chose to change her perceptions

when what she saw didn’t please her

She was adept

at what she enjoyed doing

She hoped

she might just get lucky

She hated getting even mildly sad

it put her in a powerless position

She changed

what wasn’t right

She was optimistic

about those she couldn’t

She adapted

changes that took her by surprise

She smiled

through all the times

She lived life

in a way that pleased her

                 Then someone came along

someone, who changed a lot of things

                                She experienced

                                      new feelings

                                    She observed

                               novel altercations

                                 She understood

                              how it felt special

                                      She realized

                                  a unique touch     

                                She got swayed

                       in a wave of emotions

                          She couldn't believe

                              if she was awake

                                She even began

                        to change her insights

                                   She felt happy

        she was gonna be proved wrong

                                 She felt pleased

    as that someone was going to do it

                                She overlooked

her understanding with great expectations      

After a while, something went wrong

Someone changed

She got confused

whether it’s her or that someone

She got crushed

when another disappointment hit her

She decided

to take it in her stride

She refused

another let down

She protested

varying alarming signals

She fought

changing circumstances

She lost it

when there was no hope

She stopped giving heed

to growing expectations

She revolutionized

her thoughts

She digested

past occurrences

She inculcated

fresh hopes

She looked forward

to new-fangled beginnings

All this while,

She never gave up

trusting

She wanted to
be a good person

She despised
being just thought of as one

She continued to live life

in a way that pleased her

A *Remembrall For Life

It was extremely hot when I stepped outside. A smartly dressed gentleman walked towards where I stood, waiting for a bus. He stood beside me and I observed him. Black and grey stripped suit, white shirt, maroon tie and polished shiny black shoes. Even after that man left in the next A/C Bus that arrived moments later, there was something I noticed about him that didn’t quite fit. It was a scorpion shaped tattoo of the word ‘rock’ along his collar that showed itself when he scratched his neck due to the scorching heat.  After a few days, I saw the same guy performing at a kafeoke (karaoke coffee lounge) with his friends in a outfit that very casually carried off his tattoo. He also had a clip-on stud. A strange thought occurred to me. Apparently, the other day, tattoo and business suit did not jell well.   

Ever since my college made it mandatory for lecturers to be dressed in a saree, there was this young lecturer at my college who had a belly button ring which, she had a tough time hiding from her seniors who wouldn’t stop judging her.

A friend of mine worked as programmer at a top notch company and never until was I once invited to his place for a jam session, that I discoverd what an incredible singer he was.  In addition to that, he could play guitar and mouthorgan too. Even more brilliant was the fact that he was able to sing and play both the instruments simultaneously.  When I asked him why he had not cared enough to showcase his talent before, his reply surprised me. He said he believed in knowing what he could do. Rather, it was enough, only for him to know what he was good at. He also wanted to keep this part of him separate, relishing it apart from what he actually did for living.

That night, when I tried to inter-relate the previous incidents to this one, something cropped up.

Maybe, never once did that gentleman think while getting that tattoo nor did my lecturer when she got her navel pierced that later, at some point in life, they would be doing something where such things were discarded and not overlooked.

Sometimes life forces us to be someone we didn’t want to be. When that happens, we often try to hold on to a little piece of who we were.  Maybe a tattoo, a piece of jewellery, a talent, a passion or a very old habit. A tiny souvenir that reminds us, this is who I really am. The more we find ourselves drifting towards something and away from our dream, our passion, the tighter we hold on to that knick-knack .

Does this mean that people who did not end up being what they wanted to be, stopped being who they were?  Not really.

 I believe that one of the greatest assets that we, humans, have is our ability to change and improve ourselves consciously. This is one of the major reasons we were given brains and free will. Learning to be stronger and better doesn’t mean not being yourself and doesn’t mean betraying who you really are – it means becoming better and stronger. Too many people use the excuse of “don’t change me… let me be myself” as a justification for their weaknesses, laziness and lack of proactive attitude toward improving themselves and their lives. Believing that they should “remain true to who they are” gives them permission to not learn, work or put any other efforts into improving who they are socially, professionally, physically and otherwise.

It happens with everyone, doesn’t it? We often might or might not end up being what we wanted to be and face our fair share of disappointments. But then we change and adapt ourselves to the situation in a way that best suits us. If not, then why else do we willingly pursue our passions like singing, writing, playing, acting, cooking or any other thing even if it’s not something we do for our living?     

Sometimes, it’s just the way it should be done.

No matter how wonderful life is, it seems to be rigid from the outside.  In the chase to be successful, we overlook a lot of little things in our life that constitute a great part of who we really are.
So, even if it’s for an instant, take a moment off from your busy life and search for that special souvenir that makes your life even more beautiful by adding more significance to it, the one which rings a bell of who you really are. You never know what you might end up discovering.

Most people are other people.  Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation. 

-Oscar Wilde

*A Remembrall is a hand-sized ball that glows red when its holder has forgotten something. It then turns clear once whatever was forgotten is remembered.

My Miracle, My Mother

On this day, I have nothing more than a poem I once read. I dedicate it to you ma.Mom, I look at youand see a walking miracle.
Your unfailing love without limit,
your ability to soothe my every hurt,
the way you are on duty, unselfishly,
every hour, every day,
makes me so grateful
that I am yours, and you are mine.
With open arms and open heart,
with enduring patience and inner strength,
you gave so much for me,
sometimes at your expense.
You are my teacher,
my comforter, my encourager,
appreciating all, forgiving all.
Sometimes I took you for granted, Mom,
but I don’t now, and I never will again.
I know that everything I am today
relates to you and your loving care.
I gaze in wonder
as I watch you being you—
my miracle, my mother.By Joanna FuchsLove you ma.Happy Birthday to you!

Helpless Young Minds

*Screech *

I felt a soft pain when my cousin pinched me. I was at my uncles’ place for the weekend, my cousin was sitting beside me on the bed, studying for her annual exam, and she was really ecstatic about the fact that she and I, we both studied the same subject. Computer Science. She was in class 5 and I figured that she should be studying the basics of computers, things like ‘what is monitor?’, ‘what is keyboard, what is it used for?’ and similar fundamental stuff….

I was indolently staring at the same page for the last half hour from the book that I had been reading. Suddenly, I heard gentle sniff and I looked at my cousin to see what made her sniff because I was pretty sure that neither she had a cold, nor was my aunt cooking. I was surprised find a pair of wet eyes and my cousin was trying to hide it from me. I asked her what was wrong and she explained her problem to me. My cousin was very particular about scoring good marks and had a reputation of coming first which she worked hard to keep up right from her L.K.G days. The issue was very simple. She did not understand what she was studying. Being a computer science graduate myself and trusting my tutoring skills, I offered to help her.

I took the book from her and I was stunned by what was in front of me. Staring back at me was the information that even I had a tough time understanding, while I was being taught the same.

Q. What is high level language?....

Q. What is low level language?....

Q. What are the rules to define variables and constants in BASIC?

Ans. The BASIC variables should start with alpha, followed by numbers and the length of variables or constants name should not exceed 8 characters. Special characters should not be used except for dollar symbols. For non numeric character variable and constants and dollar symbol should be appended at the end.

Ex. Name$=”mohan kumar”, a$, b$

Program Input Output

10 input ab 10 run

Input 20 o/p: ?50,40

I could not believe my eyes. I turned a few more pages to have a clear idea of what a class 5 kid was expected to lean in COMPUTER SCIENCE. There were a few more pages explaining what conditional and non-conditional statements were, if loops…if then loops…nested if loops….unconditional jump statements etc.

It seemed absurd the more I tried to understand why a kid, studying in class 5 would be expected to learn such intricate material. I was in college when I knew what data, constants, variables, loops meant. I turned to my cousin and reading my expression, she said “tough, right? I am not able to understand even a single word and I cannot omit this too”. I asked her what she had understood so far about computers and she started telling me about games, mouse, keyboard, internet, Google, chatting etc. Now, I had a clear idea as to what the subject meant to her and on the contrary I held in my hands something which was Greek and Latin to her. I asked her what she understood by characters and she said “I know cartoon characters!” I could not help smiling at her innocence. Then I asked her if all this was taught, practically on a computer and she shook her head. Her state said it all.

Immediately, the dialogue by Aamir Khan in 3 idiots popped up in my mind,

“Bache, KAABIL ban KAABIL, KAMIYABI jhak maarke tere peeche aayegi!” (Meaning: Become CAPABLE and SUCCESS will automatically start following you. )

Now it got me thinking if what he was referring to was really possible in today’s world? Even if a child wanted to understand, learn and become capable, was he\she allowed doing that? I mean, how would a grade 5 student understand what ‘UNCONDITINAL JUMP STATEMENTS’ are? How will she able to know what is ‘appending $ symbols for a non-numeric data ‘? Is she mature enough to realize the importance of following the syntax in writing a program? Will a break statement be clear to a kid who is only accustomed to car\bike brakes?

I would say that the underlying Indian Education System itself is at fault. It discourages even the concerned kids who would like to become competent by understanding and applying their knowledge. They are compelled to mug, eventually, when the subject no longer applies to their level of understanding, just for the sake of scoring marks. To add to it is the parents and peer pressure. Everybody is concerned about the end result. It is ridiculous to teach a student from class 5 about BASIC language only because it is part of the curriculum that some senseless moron designed to raise the standards of their institution.

How would she understand 'BASIC' language when even the basics are not clear?

Is the claim of various institutions, today, offering ‘quality’ education just words? Does increasing the quantity or raising the bars help in anyway? Education standards should be raised not by making a child study what one studies at graduation level, but by implementing advanced teaching methodologies, inculcating good views and values in children and by supporting them to become a better person each day. At the primary level, quality education should be made available to every deserving child without the constraints of exuberant fee, donation or recommendation.

To start with, the politicians should stop considering education as a business venture and consider excellence over money. Just because knowledge is overstuffed into the Indian students’ brain, doesn’t make them superior. Consequently, children are growing tired of pursuing education.

It is no longer is the excitement about “NEW day, NEW things to learn!” but “just another day and LOADS to learn!”

*phew*

  

The Opening Act

Looking at the world, through my eyes, in my own perception....I see My World, the way I want it to be!

Heya everyone!!

 After contemplating for quite a while on whether I should or shouldn’t start a Blog, I finally decided to go for it with a lot of inspiration and little persuasion. 

Inspiration- from the awesomely mind-blowing writers I know of. (Truly brilliant, I'd say) 

Persuasion- from the few people who think I have got the "talent" to write, also, doing which I can make a better use of my time and start making sense, after all.

So, here Iam....with my "introduction post”, in an absolutely clueless state as to what I write in this one could oblige my ‘first-time readers’ to revisit.

Well, let me start by explaining why I chose this particular title for my Blog. I cannot possibly say that it flew into my mind all of a sudden when I was idly busy wasting my time. But, I sure can say that it was something that struck me in the middle of attending a lecture. Now, I will not bore you by giving the details of the lecture, whatsoever. Later, when I thought about it, the title made so much sense to me.

Reality is created by our perception. What we believe, we will perceive. The way we choose to perceive things in our life, is kind of what we will receive in our life. Like it is said, when you change the way you look at things, the things you look at, change too.
Iam a HUGE Harry Potter fan and hence, here is a great quote by my most favourite author that goes like this - "It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities".
This quote is a great foundation for what you will discover in this article.


It is our choice how we choose to see and perceive things. We always get to choose how we see a person, place or a situation. Our perception determines our experience.
When you change the way you look at people, places or circumstances in your life, they will change. You have the power to choose to see through the eyes of anger and fear, or through the eyes of compassion and love.


We have seen it many times where two childhood friends, who are close to the same age, both grow up in a similar environment. Each will grow up to be completely different, one may grow up to have a very troubled life and the other will end up having a very happy and successful life. Both the friends, in this situation, experienced very different outcomes, because they made different choices of their perception. It is our perception that creates our reality.
Our perception creates our reality, not only with people, but also with how you perceive situations and circumstances. It is always up to you, in any situation, how you choose to perceive the situation or circumstance. The same goes for places or other things like movies. Your perception of any particular place or movie will become the reality of that for you. For example, you can take two people for a movie and have them sit right next to each other, or at a place, looking at the same things and they may have completely different experiences from that one movie or at that same exact place. They have different experiences because they are each choosing to have different perceptions.


The most important thing to realize is that our perception is always a choice. We can stop at any moment and choose to have a different view of things. You have the power to create your reality to be whatever you choose, by choosing the way you perceive your reality.
Thus when a person of situation gets you hard, just pause for a bit and chose to change your perception and see what you want to see. Iam sure that will atleast help handle it.


Good Luck choosing your reality! ;)