Monthly Archives: February 2013

I wanna give to life…

Coffin and Wings

Courtesy: TattooSpotter

“I wanna give to life the man that I am…”

This is something I wrote in my dark days, the dark ways coming through. Hurt, cynical, and obviously, had lost faith in all-whole (temporarily, of course)… Read on, and I will reveal more. 🙂

“As I fly high with my arms wide open and shield the world under my wings, my docile self learns that his arms are being bent to his chest, a rose nestled in his grip; and being reduced to the very bone, the same world feeds on what remains of him!”

I had a distinct image of a man in his coffin, holding a rose, and that image kept hitting me back. This man was remorseful, remorseful of the good he did, he didn’t seek appreciation for it all, but he didn’t expect a throw-down from his beneficiaries.

Now when I look back at that time, I don’t feel so strongly regretful. I feel ‘that-too-had-to-pass’ kind of a feeling. It made me stronger. But, that moment was just this. This guilt of the right. And one day, I wish to sketch the exact image I saw. That man, faceless, yet with eyes that hurt and cried. His body that lay still, yet the grip was so tight, as if it was holding back it’s emotions.

And as I share, I will smile. And I will emerge victorious, as I get over it. The victory over defeat. Forgive and Forget. Move On. Will you? 🙂


What do you see, Victory or Defeat?

Ever seen two strikingly disparate yet strong images of victory and defeat, each so magnificent, you can’t tell which side your heart bends?

Why is it that a story of the protagonist receive less adulation than the spineless antagonist? Why is it that the tortuous struggle of a hero seem uninspiring as compared to the calculated manipulations of the spirit and ego?

Appreciation of a defeat becomes easier than appreciation of a victory. A loss seems grand, relate-able. A victory seems unbelievable, ordinary or not. An image of man that reaches excellence is from another world, unachievable. But a fall-back is an every-day occurrence. 😐

I sometimes wonder why is it that you are taught to follow your dreams in theory, but in reality, they are only questioned. Your own faith starts to dwindle. My worry is: are we listening to the right people; are we questioning our own dreams by simply letting THEM question at all?

The answers to all are not always here, but the mere existence of questions is an indication that a change has begun.

I have begun to change, or maybe begun to even cause one. My admiration of a hero, or the acceptance of a nobody’s failure will decide my actions.

I have made my choice – a triumphant hymn, not a requiem. Have you made yours?

Less > Enough

Less is more than enough

Role-Play for Self
Courtesy: Peter Marinacci/ Wombania

Coming from a compulsive hoarder like me, this seems out of ordinary, out of line, and wayyy out of the zone of all things believable; yet I say LESS IS MORE THAN ENOUGH.

As I ransacked my cabinets and drawers in a bid to turn them around, I found my unused, unabused, packed, unattacked stack of goods which didn’t live the life they were set out to.

I own 4 pairs of flat black boots and a pair of black Converse, and these are just black. I wear only 1 pair for months on end, and let the others rot. Awesome boots – down the drain. 😦 Less > Enough.

I took the whole cake for myself, when I only wanted a small portion. Unwanted calories, only make my fight against gravity even tougher.

So, #NoteToSelf, let go of that silly voice in your head. What you don’t have is probably also what you don’t need. The silly little voice will remain little,it will make you scream, cry, hound you like the devil inside. Those are withdrawal symptoms, child. No, put that second chocolate down. Yes, and return that pink pen.

Less is indeed more than enough.