About getting Lucky

One valuable lesson I have learnt from my father is there is nothing called luck. Whenever I go for an exam or something important he never says the mandatory ‘best of luck’  his only two words are “do well.” Once out of  curiosity I happened to ask him why he never wished me luck. His reply was “because there is nothing like luck, if you have prepared well you will do well, nothing else can help you.”

I thought of it, he was right. It is us who ourselves can figure out our own luck, no angel can weave a magic wand over you when you aren’t prepared for an exam. I am just taking exams as an example here, there can be a lot more instances. Someone once said “Life is not easy. We all have problems-even tragedies-to deal with, and luck has nothing to do with it. Bad luck is only the superstitious excuse for those who don’t have the wit to deal with the problems of life.” How apt these words are, why blame luck for failures in life? If you were unlucky on a certain day, who is responsible? It obviously is YOU! If you failed with something, it implies that you lacked the thing, the factor in you to accomplish it. Luck had no role to play. A person didn’t get lucky if he is earning millions today, it was because he worked hard for it, right now we shouldn’t get into the wrong and right ways of doing things.

I come from a family that firmly believes in astrology, I do not contradict or question their believes or anyone who thinks similarly. What I think is feeding a black dog on every Saturday won’t change your destiny. Your destiny is what you make of it, what you do in your life and how you do it determines how lucky you will be and what your destiny will be. Luck and destiny are somehow co-related. Both are good if you have the right kind of attitude and a person himself is responsible for his luck and destiny.

On numerous accounts my brother and I have got into debates over the luck factor with our cousin. She somehow believes luck is the sole factor of success in life and has examples to contradict. I unfortunately can’t recall any right now but I will say the right kind of attitude and a little hard work are the sole ingredients of success. If you met with an accident you weren’t unlucky, it probably was because you weren’t driving properly, if you ran out of time in an exam it was because you didn’t learn how to manage time for that particular exam. I know most of you reading this will call me a fool and contradict me strongly, probably you are right in what you believe. But at the end of the day I will believe it wasn’t my bad luck if I failed it was my deeds that lead to the situation I might be in.

No woman, no cry?

We have talked about this before and we will continue to do so because we are no where close to finding a solution to this problem. Why can’t the law of this country take an effective step against the rapists? Why time and again the Indian women are reminded that they can never be safe on streets? Few months back all of us were talking about the 15 year-old who was raped in Delhi region and the police in the national country blamed the girl inviting the rapists.

Before we could completely forget about this outrageous and shocking incident the news channels were already buzzing with the Guwahati incident. Where do girls get raped by a 30 men mob and a media person records the incident? Most of the accused are still absconding, is this another case of cry out loud and then forget it?

These are the incidents that don’t make us feel proud to be Indians, no other country treats their women like this except maybe Saudi Arabia. Another astounding on the news was from a Uttar Pradesh village.The panchyat outlawed love marriages and cell-phones.It also banned women under 40 from going out unescorted, what kind of insane justice is this? I think the only way for women to be safe is to not be born here.Way to go Punjab and Haryana (Sarcasm) for having the highest female foeticide cases.

The new anthem for this country seems to be “No woman, no cry” which is disgusting. Instead of evolving as a strong nation we are going backwards, the Uttar Pradesh village incident is a clear prove. For how long can the women live in the fear of being molested and think a million before venturing out after 9pm?

Found love in a Hopeless place?

This is my century post, 1ooth post. I thought of making it a celebration and happy post and was looking forward to write it since I had completed 95. Now I am doing exactly the opposite that s because I realized writing 100 posts is no big feat, I wrote 100 posts in two years  and a month which is approximately seven hundred and fifty  days. Now tell me does that sound good?

I started blogging because it helped me vent out what I felt at that point of time, eventually I began enjoying writing. But since then I am not sure if I have made any progress with my writing. I haven’t achieved much and this is not satisfying. Most of the stories I come up with are trashed, even I can’t bring myself to read those for the second time, let alone the readers . In last two years there have been atleast 5 times when I had the writers block. I dread it, not having anything to write is the most awful thing that can happen to a writer.

I love writing, but I am not sure if I will ever be a good writer. Therefore the title, did I find love in a hopeless place? Yeah I am forced to use the lyrics of Rihanna’s most crappy song. I think of writing a fictional novel and have lost the count of story lines I thought of and dumped. After the in-numerous tries I just have one idea now that I think will be good. This time I believe I won’t give it a second thought and just begin writing, letting it take its own course.

There are times when a write-up you think is good doesn’t get the kind of feedback you thought it will. That let’s you down, its disheartening. Anyways now I promise myself to discontinue disappointing myself. Seeing the past nineteen years of my life I guess this is the only place and thing I can do  about.  And hoping the next 100 doesn’t take another 750 days to come.

It aint cul 2 typ lyk ths

Bad grammar and spellings simply disgust me. Its erratic when someone uses sentences like ‘I lowe mah lyf, its awsm’ or something like ‘imma so sick 2day cnt go 2 sleep.’ It is just too irritating to come across such status updates. For two reasons, first no one is interested in your life’s exact details and second the spellings used.

I blame it to the SMS language, it has completely ruined English, the charm of the language is lost with such sentences and words being used. I am ashamed to admit the fact I was a part of the grammar ruining league sometime back. My facebook status in 2009 read ‘hppy nu yr’ and my texts were something like ‘ths tym I wil b mre srious.’ Doesn’t a ‘happy new year’ sound a better wish and isn’t it more conventional? Using this language is just sad and disheartening. Why does it become so difficult to type a full proper meaningful sentence? I don’t remember why I used it but I guess I thought it was cool. Which it definitely isn’t, it is just lame and wannabe.

I know a lot of people who do type like this, if its a very close friend I irritate the hell out of them until they correct it. I remember making fun of one of my friend’s boyfriend, he would always spell you as ewwww. Ewww for me is an expression of disgust. How can you even use ewww for you? If ewww get what I mean. In this the number of w’s can vary depending on the mood, if ‘ewwwwwwww’ are happy ‘ewwwwwww’ will have more w’s if not then less w’s. If you are thinking of thanking me you’d rather not say thankewwww, I will just throw a dictionary at your face instead of acknowledging ‘ewww’. I know don’t all these ‘ewww’s’ look irritating. Anyways it always gave us a good laugh and now we have a lot of ewww jokes.

Another one of these SMS words I abhor is ‘cum’,yeah you can cringe, what does one even mean by ‘I’m cuming 2 ur place’? I’d suggest first get a dictionary and then ‘come’ to my place. And if you are cuming, you should stay at your place. I sound disgusting, don’t I? Can’t help it, all the people who use such words are even more so. Just imagine what can be the consequence of a sentence like ‘I’m cuming in 5′. The list is huge I won’t go on and on making it hard for ewww to read erratic words.

So next time we talk over text messages, don’t use such spellings, although I don’t judge people, but I might end up judging you and it won’t be anything good. Ewww shld stay awy frm me incase ewww can’t stp et.

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Letting go

Letting go- How do I define these two words? They are easier said than done. In our lives we might have to let go a lot of things, people, desires and dreams. The hardest part of anything we do is letting go, when these words cross paths with you, you know its time to forget everything, you know its the end. Its always better that we never end up being on the letting go end.

These thoughts may sound pensive, but life isn’t all hunky dory, we do come across situations when all hope is lost and there is no way we can elucidate, the only  solution we have is-letting go. Most of us are clueless when we have to let go something, when we have to stop being the part of something, someone, a dream or whatever it is.

I am not sure how you let go something, everyone probably has their own ways of doing that. I luckily never needed to do the letting go bit in my life. I have got what I want and am sure in future too I  will get what I want. You might think I am an over-confident, over-achieving soul patronizing people. Its absolutely not true, I nearly have no achievement to my credit when it comes to bigger things in life and I am not over-confident either. Its just I learnt to believe in myself, believe in what I do, believe in people around me. I learnt to see success in small things, find achievement in every little thing I do. That probably formed bigger steps and the letting go end never came.

Letting go has two aspects to it forgiving and forgetting. If you learn the rules of two f’s life becomes easy. The forgetting happens when you want to disassociate yourself from some past happening that didn’t  leave you happy and the forgiving is something we all should learn, not everyone around us is perfect. We are prone to mistakes and repeating those mistakes, its not easy to forgive someone or even yourself for a mistake. But we need to do that, not forgiving just makes us resentful and sulky.

The moment the two f’s come easily to us we learn to let go things. I don’t say you have to let go every single thing its always better to avoid a situation that might lead you to let go. When despair engulfs you and you have no solution, absolutely no solution that is when you take the harsh decision. I hope you never really have to put yourself through this.

 

Thanks for reading, if  you made it the end.

This isn’t my cup of tea.

I can’t bargain, not at all, not with the auto-wallah, the rickshaw wallah neither while I am street shopping. I am not good at it but does it matter? I am scorned upon due to this fact, people treat me like I am an invalid when it comes to bargaining. How can one bargain? I am never going to figure out the answer to that one question.

I always end up paying double the amount of money when I am traveling alone. When I am not alone, my friends  bully the poor auto-wallah to slash the prices till he agrees. I am just a mere spectator when these deals are discussed, standing like a child awestruck with the bargaining skills of the friends. Unfortunately we don’t have meter autos in Chandigarh.

When it comes to shopping, specially street shopping I either buy it or just let it be, bargaining is not just my cup of tea. I love shopping, like anyone else from planet Venus but I didn’t acquire the requisite skills for shopping. I definitely can’t bargain and I have an entire collection of clothes that I never saw again after purchasing. Those are signs of a bad shopper.

The best bargaining I ever did was with a traffic cop on the new year’s eve. He caught me for skipping a signal, I pleaded, begged, made innocent puppy faces and after half an hour of all that he let me go. It felt glorious, I was ecstatic. I saved my driving a license and 300 bucks. Apart from that I have never really bargained.

Its not that I have not tried at all, I do try but to no avail. I have this uncanny incapability of bargaining. What’s funnier is when people around me tell me its not a good thing. Does it really matter if I can bargain or not? Won’t change the world for me. So people around me stop pestering me about it.

The sound of the leaves

Two days back I was walking down the street back from college after an exam. Exhausted, with my earphones plugged in, devoid of everything around me. There was a gap between the two songs, my earphones went silent for a moment and that’s when I heard that particular sound, the sound of the leaves, it was a windy day. I had not noticed the beautiful weather until I heard that sound, that’s when I removed my earphones and thought of what I write in this prose.

The maple tree leaves rustled,

as the wind whisked them,

the wind grew mightier.

The leaves whistled,

a soft whistle,

as if they had something to say,

but not a soul heard.

They cried out loud,

hoping somebody, somewhere would listen.

The beholder just turned a deaf ear to them leaves,

ignored the plea and scurried to look for cover from the wind.

But what exactly did the sound leaves want to say?

Was it a warning?

Every passer-by seemed to pay no heed.

They had forgotten to pay attention to

the little things in their lives,

so caught were they in running

through the wind.

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