Healing! A journey of self discovery

Healing! A journey of Self Discovery

Hello all, my dear readers.

How are you? How is it going everything for you? Have you discovered anything interesting and recent to share with me lately? Please feel free to tell me your revelations in comments below.

So, last week I have stumbled across a pretty and amazing bookstore in suburbs of Bangalore. (To be precise, it is in Kormangala in Banagalore. Kormangala is an amazing area, stuffed with youngsters going crazy over all delicious eateries.  It is an area known for famous pubs, cafes and what not 😐

People and when I say people, I mean youngsters hit cafes and pubs at all the time, keep drinking and dancing late in night or in wee hours.

So, it is “that” area of the city which is known among the youngsters as the happening place in otherwise dead city.

Anyway, I was roaming in Kormangala, last week, and found this place Atta Galata, a book cafe in Kormangala.

I had read a lot about this amazing cafe on internet and so when the time had permitted, I went and sat there for two relaxing hours in a Friday evening.

The day and the hours especially meant for crazy partying, somehow, I have found solace in this cafe.

I have started reading a book named Healing written on journey of Manisha Koirala, a cancer survivor, through the pain and attacks of deadly disease. It has been 6 years of her being a cancer survivor.

I have read about this book many times on internet through mindless surfing so when my eye was appreciating the beauty of this dusted book shelved beautifully in reading section, I took it up and had started reading.

I found this little piece to be a compelling and captivating read. I knew it from the beginning that I would buy this one. It turned out that the section from where I had picked it up, was not a reading section. It was 2^nd hand books section and the reader would be buying books at 50% discount if found reading. I thought it to be great deal and so I went ahead with my buying.

Coming to this book.

This book talks about healing, self-discovery and the process of realization that death comes, eventually as an end. It talks about acceptance, about self-love, about goodness and kindness in this world and what more you can do to spread these simple joys in world around you. It talks about that you ought to believe in your strength first and then all pieces will fall into places.

It talks about that no matter what life throws at you, you need to be self-confident about your survival and your coming across as a winner. It talks that life will throw curveballs at you if you aren’t living in a balance. These curveballs will be a wake-up call asking you, urging you to get out and put things in balance.

I feel, the definition of balance is different for different people.

Sometimes, people are comfortable with one kind of disruption but at other times and with other people the level of disruption is not comfortable and kind enough to help them grow and so they experience various curveballs thrown at them to get themselves in “their” definition of balance again.

The book beautifully covers the journey of Manisha Koirala, the darling gem of Koirala Clan through the sufferings of Cancer.

How she first denies her situation that she simply cannot be diseased, then she accepts it and later she comes across as a survivor filled with wisdom and wits which she now wants to spread in world.

Most of all this book talks about the essence of wisdom and wits, one gains, when one survives through a challenge. It is just like climbing an uphill and experiencing and acknowledging various feelings while doing it. Most of all, the beautiful victorious inner radiant smile one has, reaching at the top.

This book teaches us how to spread your wings in all adversity and to keep flying gracefully.

On a parting note,I feel we cannot beat the experiences, they will come to us no matter what. So, lets think positively and think of every experience as a reminder of a lesson to learn or to revise. 😊

With this, picking up new book to read!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It is time for mid work crisis

Hello!

It is time for mid work crisis and yes you have heard it correctly. It is certainly time for one.

Does it happen with you anytime?

When you feel bored with what you are doing , it happens with me all the time.

Do you think i am not in the right job?

Well fact check, I work in audit and do fact checking a lot.

It is not my dream job but i like doing it and people are really understandable and good with whom i work.

Plus they have given me work from home option.

So i enjoy doing my work more.

I love doing work in silo and on my own pace. I am getting both of these luxuries here and so I am liking it. Having said that, it is not my dream job.

I am still on my way to figure it out.  🙂

Sometimes I think why is it important to have a dream job ?

As far as i have read it dream job is something which entice you, which keeps you moving forward and keeps inspiring you. 🙂

Dream job is something which does not make morning dull and make you to jump out of bed.

Sometimes i think, it is all hyped. No matter how much you loved your job, it cannot make you jump out of bed every morning. 😛

Sometimes, it can make mornings dull and tense as well.

I think, dream job is something which does not let you leave it despite of all problems and Monday Blues.

I think, it is not for me.

I am happy doing fact-checking and journaling my thoughts here

PS: I was writing in my diary as of now in between work. (mid work crisis).

I have just started writing here in between work and I think I will like to continue.

Here i am with my mid work crisis.

what do you do when you bored to your death while working, Do you read something in between or write or click photos , drink coffee and spend sometime  in chit-chat?

I do all of these but writing is what i enjoy while working on fact checking. 🙂

See yeah!

 

 

 

Girl online!

Hello everyone!

So I am reading this amazing book named girl online

The story revolves around a girl “Penny Porter” who loves photography and blog writing.

Actually the book is named after her blog. “Girl online”

So she runs this blog journalling it with her thoughts and photos she clicks

She is a photography A level in her class and she is actually studying/working what she actually loves

How cool is it! Is not it?

I have not completed the book fully and am somewhat half way through it but I am liking the way she is journalling nitty gritty of her daily lives while going on a pop rock band tour with her boyfriend. Her boyfriend is a rock star musician.

Penny Porter is trying to support her boyfriend on tour by calming down his stage anxiety despite fighting off her own anxiety issues.

It happens actually in love ❤️

The person whom you love, you try to put him/her first or his/her needs on top don’t know how good is this but this is how it works.

So I am here writing a post while commuting to office and meandering on love. (I love doing it)…

I am getting this idea now that no matters people tell you to think through your brains while making a decision on important matters, it does not matter.I feel we should make decisions the way we like it. It might be feeling and then working on it. It might be thinking through all practical aspects and then working on it.

It does not matter which way you do, you should feel satisfied after doing it.

Satisfaction is the key. Think through all practical aspects if you believe in “mind matters”

Feel it and make a intuitive decision if this is what you believe in.

Whatever you do, you should be satisfied at the end of it.

While I think theoretically the key to success is in knowing the timing when to think and when to feel. It’s dangerously difficult but I “feel” that’s key to success.

What do you think/feel?

Old Boyfriend!

Hello everyone.

The topic does feel familiar, does not it?

So i was reading this book named Old boyfriend where every other lady was haunted by one’s past in the form of old boyfriend.

The story was well woven and luckily I get the gist or I feel I get it :).The story revolves primarily around old boyfriend of protagonist. She had a huge crush and a love affair with Jake but as in all other stories, girl’s father never likes the guy, her dearest daughter is going out with. If the guy is poor then it is the cherry on the cake.So in this story the guy(Jake) was not at all a suitable boy for girl and so in order to save his daughter, girl (Susannah’s) father handsomely paid Jake and sent him away or this was what the girl perceived, very relating I would say.

It happens always, does not it? The past , we see through our eyes and our perception seems to be quite different from what it actually was. Every one has a story of past, one’s own version. We all create stories and we all see people, places and situations through different angles and construct our own stories. We all thoroughly believe in it and trust our perceptive powers but as always there is a lot more to story, only if we dare to unfold other stories and able to re-construct our version.

The girl, Susannah came to know later that the guy she loved so much was involved in drug trafficking and died in car accident running away from police. The girl’s father paid guy’s father to made him shut about car accident. But why he did so? Well it is an another angle which I wish not to talk about.

I wish to talk about how everyone of us often thinks about past in very different light as we never know the complete story. We also sighs about the path, we have never taken and it gives us chills to think about all what-ifs.

I think what everyone of us believes or is forced to believe that no matter how lucrative the other path seems to us, we have not taken it. We have not done it. It may be because of n number of reasons. Well in truth, reasons never matter.We have not taken it, this matters and the path which we have taken matters the most.

We all suffer from this urge to dig into past and think about the paths never traveled. Well how truly promising this idea sounds,well now I think, it is not wise. Sometimes digging in past may uncover other stories which we never wish to know because it does not match with our version or because the truth is too harsh or brutal for us to manage.

So I am leaving my past well behind myself, today. I am ready to look forward to what “Sweet Tomorrows” are bringing.

When are you starting?

My dream Life

Yeah so i am writing from office. I don’t have much work to do so idling around thinking of what to do.

I was just chatting with one of my friend and the conversation turned to the idea of perfect life, the dream which we all see and try to live. Sometimes it is do-able and we get success in living it, other times we just dream to nothing.

For some people travel makes them happy and contented. The joy of exploring different terrains and crossing different boundaries surpasses every other material matter in life.

For some it is the joy of sheer exploring. They may want to explore different places, food, culture or different people.

I think for me it is the joy of writing and reading in office hours, reporting from office, jokes apart.

I like the idea though 🙂

My dream life will comprise of idling my life in books and movies while chattering among my lovely set of people( friends/family) on Sundays about books and movies.I have this warmth radiant face where I can understand emotions of other people easily and can talk with them adjusting according to their moods,emotions, all sentimental matters of heart, where I am loved and liked by everyone and where I am this bubbly chubby girl with lots of dreams in her eyes and love in her heart.

Yes this will be my ideal life.

Or wait, my ideal life can be sitting around beach and listening to waves coming and going incessantly while observing other people happily playing on a beach or singing songs or playing guitar or any other musical instruments. I am somewhat tucked in a nice corner spot on beach while watching and smiling these people. I am sitting on the sea beach, perfectly content with my life with all events taking place in my little insignificant life.

I know these two ideas sound contradictory and somewhat ambiguous.

I know that if i have both of these contradictory ideas. It is mightily possible that none of them is going to materialize in this life.

You know what, as crazy as it sounds I am happy this way happy having two contradictory ideas happy and content with whatever turns life is taking.

At least some component of my two opposing ideas of “dream lives” I am able to realize. Happy for it and Happy for me:)

I think I want to live and love it all. I want to be a part of happy group yet I want to spend my moments peacefully  in solitude.

I think for now, I can truly trust the law of universe. May be it know what is my real dream and will fulfill it.

I trust that.

On this happy and trustful note, What is your idea of dream life, would love you to think about it 🙂

 

 

Desperation in times of Depression

Depression- the word itself has power to immerse you in world of sadness and hopelessness. So how am I motivated today to write something about this deadlier topic which has capacity to make you gloomy just by it’s slight presence?

Actually I was just going through blog posts after long time and the first post which caught my interest was a combat with depression with photography. A beautiful post with beautiful pictures. Please do read it if you are reading this one. Sharing link here.

https://wp.me/p1dcW0-123

Reading this beautiful post helped me realize that many people are battling this dreadful state. It is not a disease.I cannot call it a disease as categorizing it will make it too temporary too flighty as something which can be mechanically cured by taking a pinch of medicines or only certain section of people will be affected by it.

In reality there is no simple categorization for it. Anyone at any point of time can catch it for uncertain period of time.

Though medicines are important and necessary but I think more than medicines we need to go to the root cause of it.

Anyway I have trusted medicines and professional counselling and I personally believe it does wonders but again what mechanism to resort to, if it is not available at a certain point? After all, the person( counselor ) will be available at certain point of time and thanks to insensitivity that is growing with time and technology, people surrounding you have turned more restless, impatient and in a dire need to get ahead at expense of breaking neck of others.

So the rhetoric question remains with us.You will not be having a patient professional assistance at all the time. and the personal assistance you will be getting will feel themselves inadequate to support you.

What to do then?

How to surpass the time phase while bearing and combating your state of mind gracefully ?

When no one has capacity to listen patiently to your rhetoric never ending almost similar fears and problems, you stick to yourself!!

To your dreams which you have seen a number of times, to your promises which you have made to yourself many a times.

Stick to your anchor of dreams and promises and that will shine a ray of light in your seemingly hopeless world.

So what are you going to do today to dream a little/ to create your anchor?

Home is where your heart lies!!

Home is where heart is!!

I know this is the customary post which would publish on site without any qualms and doubts about publishing posts.

I am home!!

My office is closed on account of winter holidays and I am back in my home town relishing both winter and holidays.

Many times I have wondered whether do you really like starting the place where you are staying temporarily or your heart crave for that one abode you are most comfortable with even without realizing the fact.

I think you can get all cosy with the places where you are staying temporarily but the  you can only feel the sense of homecoming once you are at the place where your heart is!!

I think my heart still lies in my hometown with my parents without any doubt.

I think this analogy holds valid to people as well.

No matter how much comfortable you can get with other people,your heart always crave for that one person’s company where your heartbeat lies.

Sigh.

I am reading but not as much as i think i should be.

Still it is pretty much okay.

I am also watching now a days.

I have watched two movies:

Beauty and the beast

Stranded in the paradise.

Loved both of them equally.

I have finished twilight and the sunshine sisters and about to finish wednesdays at 4.

The sunshine sisters and twilight were okayish, I felt both kind of drag.

Liking wednesdays at 4.lets see what much it can offer.

Back to reading.

Ciao!!

Same day,sane me?

Sometimes I think what do I really adore ?

Is it uncertainty of life or companionable comfort of constancy which I admire.

This is the question which I feel is constantly haunting me and will keep on haunting.

There are some days when I would love the change when I would want to embrace every single change happening around me wholeheartedly. When I would love to run in lush green fields; when i would want to flow like wind and when i want to be free like a bird in warm blue sky.

But then there are days when I love the warmth of constants in place of turmoil of vibrant uncertainties.When I would love the warmth of warm blanket and a cup of tea.

Now I think I got my answer. How did I got it ? I really don’t know.

I know that I got it.

I like the heat no matters how much it tarnishes me.

I like the crazed days when you have no clue whether you can stand and can face it all. When you have no clue that you will be living at the end of the day.

I completely understand and know that these days of heat and lightening will bring a lot of tense situations and a lot of dilemma mixed with lightening.

I think that the beauty lies completely in giving your everything to that uncertainty without fearing the results.

I think that is the love and that is called as living in the moment without fearing anything.

I want and I truly adore that!!

Lazy Sunday Afternoons!!

Its just another lazy Sunday afternoon. I am lazily sitting in my chair near my bookshelf and was reading one pick from Danielle Steele. I am just wondering sitting that why my taste have changed these days. I have always loved classics literature but these days romance has become my genre, I think it was always from all eternal moments and I have never realized.

See what use I am putting my lazy Sunday to!! I am spending my lazy Sunday in pondering and wondering without any reason and any use, but I don’t think we can make any better use of a Sunday afternoon.

I always did this on a Sunday afternoon,always end up in spending it in useless pondering but I often think not they are not entirely useless.

So I was writing and wondering why my taste has changed?

I think it is due to acquired recent maturity or that’s what I want to think of it.

I think there is no point in reading watching or appreciating complexities of a portrayed human life when our lives are already full of it.It was better earlier as there was much to explore and to feel, to resonate with.

But now a days people are usually unhappy and dissatisfied with their lives, thanks to fast paced lifestyle and inadvertently technology 😛

So what is the point of appreciating the hidden complexities of human life. Let it be remain hidden.

We should make,read,watch and appreciate art which makes our life easy and happy. I think we should try to spread hope and optimism around us with it. What science and technology has been entitled to do i.e. to make our lives easier,art now has onus to fulfill it.
I think art only can save the world.

I think only art can help us to make ourselves happy and make our lives content with what we have.

I think only art can teach us to live in the moment, in present without worrying about the future and lingering on the lowland of past.

I think that is the reason why I have stopped reading over-hyped over-complicated classic literature and have again re-routed my reading towards dreamy world of romance with happy endings celebrating nothingness of an ordinary life.

I think now I have found my horizon of reality and imagination of looking for a favorite genre by realizing it eventually.

I was searching it for so many days and was always clueless when somebody asked me why classics? I always ended up in giving answers that it gave us multiple continuum and perspective of human nature which is not a wrong argument. It gives. It certainly gives.

But again the never ending question comes rhetorically in mind, what is the point in knowing so much about human nature and their complexities if you end up saddening yourself realizing their true nature sometimes ignorance is a bliss and not knowledge, just a thought.

So here I am again with my ever green genre of romance.

Probably I will start reading classics again when I can find my happiness and content in it,when i can find again celebrating nothingness of ordinary life capturing daily moments of a regular life,when i can see it again filling monotony of life with content and happiness and not depicting the grandiose of life from another universe.

I think I will like contemporary classics.I think I could not read a bit of Victorian Classics.

It might be possible that I am interpreting it wrong way and not getting to the core of classics literature. It is just a thought.

I have realized that I am not an apt reader for tragic classics or complicated classics, resuming reading “my” genre.

Till then ciao, classics!!

 

Biography of Bombay

I was getting bored one weekend and i thought of roaming around Bangalore, discovered some beautiful places like Rangsthala art metro centre where i have seen painting exhibition.Marvelous thought invoking abstract paintings but that was not the point. The riveting fact was that I bought 6 books on the way to home,three from the roadside stalls.Three from the blossoms book store. The three which I got from bookstore are Maximum city lost and found, Dharamshala and one romantic book-keeping of Danielle Steele. It was no brain’s work that I have started with Maximum city lost and found. What more can you expect from a lover of Bombay.

So I have started this book with feelings of love,excitement like the first love newly found and experienced,chuckles!!

After going through 185 pages of this humongous book, I am filled with mixed feelings now.

It is at the verge of falling in the category of book which you cannot wait to read but you can never recommend it to anybody like Lolita and many more.

Anyway, what i chiefly encountered in this book is what I want to share here in my blog-post.

Biography of Bombay: The city i was in love with!!

Yes I was in love with it now I think I am content in where currently my abode lies.

Bombay- the dream city, the city which never sleeps, the kingdom of dreams in nutshell.

I was truly madly deeply in love with it as I like its restlessness its passionate nature of nurturing others’ dreams which all were signifying it’s youthful personality, young at heart philosophy. I think nobody wants to get wise and old, sigh!!

So i loved its youth, its English-ness and its oh what not!!

And then I have fallen in its deep girth and realized for the very first time its history,oh bless my ignorance. In place of falling in love with it more, I have started growing out of it.

The readers( whoever is reading or will read it) would be excited by now, what lies in it’s history.

Well its history is such a tremendous and exciting one that I have to dedicate series of blog-posts on it, chuckles again!!

Nonetheless the beginning of the book was very interesting : we all are individually multiple,the schizophrenic personality feature.

Likewise Bombay is also individually multiple, there must be various languages in its history, the amalgamation of various cultures and religions but it knows and understands only one language, the language of money, of business, true that.

When the riots broke in the city, oh the glorious history, Hindus were slashing Muslims and on the other hand Muslims were sawing Hindus but a Muslim milkman were selling milk to a Hindu locality on the very next morning and a Hindu cable operator was eating Chai Pakodas at his Muslim’s clientele’s house just for keeping good will.

As residents of Bombay like it are individually multiple. gasp!!

It has kind of  tried drawing attention to many profound philosophies like a rioter, or a murder likewise is individually multiple and they have different personalities aspects but the one spreading riots or the one murdering people get dominant and the rest drowned somewhere amidst sea of  multiple personalities.

Nonetheless it is definitely a though provoking book and I think I should start from the beginning after reading 185 pages just to submerge the gap effect of my reading in my reading pleasures.

I will start reading it again so as to catalog here properly.

Till then, Ciao!! 🙂