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Why can’t the things around be smooth?

Smooth as the fresh butter, glossy and a delight to eat (foodie in me can’t hide). Though I’m not at all into the serious sort of thinking as it’s not my cup of tea but there are certain times when I feel low due to the way things shape around.

Nothing keeps me wedged for long. I’ll be happy, gloomy, irritated, excited, annoyed and even sometimes scream my lungs out when I’m confused about my actual state of mind.

Don’t take me to be a madcap but probably everybody experiences such farrago of emotions. It’s just that we cease to share this with people around thinking all this would sound daft to them.

Problems pester us to the pinnacle but then nothing can put them down until some new set of problems surface and the earlier ones sink, deeeep beneath. (Ignore those extra *ee’s!)

Before going ahead let me clear I did not have a breakup nor did I lose any dear friend, so just shoo away all those clouds of doubt. Blame all the intellectual stuff I have been reading lately about positive thinking and its role in streamlining life (The gravity of things is actually beyond my scope of comprehension). I also tried to scratch my brains and the effect is here (Sigh).

But then, there are people who get easily motivated by reading such inspirational stuff and they religiously practice the teachings for a healthy and a better life. This indeed is a quality worth appreciation. With all these books in market from different writers and with an immense following people like me can conclude that there must be something substantial in these texts (One of my friends who is a firm follower of “The Secret” by author Rhonda Byrne would surely consent to it with a big grin) But then where do people like me land?!

Probably we are a faction of stubborn people who have their set ideologies which are hard to tamper (with all the advice from the near and dear ones proving to be futile as their words fall on deaf ears!)

A jovial start

It’s 11 at night and it seems to be a start...Beginning of the night ahead.

“Half of my heart” by John Mayer plays and I sing along. Though I hardly have the kind of voice you would like to hear but still I like singing, at least to me.

It has been more than a month since my exams got over and college ended but still the feeling hasn't sink in.

I don’t know why it still feels the same: post exam break, idling around at home and looking forward to getting back to hostel. Though all this has recently ended but the memories are still afresh and here I realize that memories are indeed a treasure for lifetime. But, then one needs to budge forward in life.

Now finally after this more than a month long stay at home, I am ready to hop into a new phase and embark on a new beginning. It is after three years that I have stayed at home this long (was a little difficult though, to give in my freedom but then Home is where the heart is!).

It’s the time when I’m socially active. Every new day I end up meeting a new cousin or a new aunt and in the Kashmiri families there is no end to all this savoir-faire stuff! (Mind you there isn't any sarcasm intended ;) Anyways amid all this I learnt a little cooking though nothing mouth-watering-ly delicious but one can digest it without much torture. Mum says practice makes one perfect so people around me need to go through the ordeal till I become a fine cook.

Then there was this new finding (a sad one though), I realised there is a side to me which ought to be looked into: that is being spontaneous. I sometimes get into the binge and then suddenly withdraw when things become hard to handle or just when something inside says Quit (Melodramatic this might sound). I hope people around don’t murder me for this attitude of mine. 

Perfection is a flaw, so why be perfect. Rather love yourself the way you are and try finding bliss.