Not the last judgement

So, I suggest when you are told a judgment about someone pay some heed to it, sounds bad?? But true. Discovering for yourself the dark sides of a person is not that easy to the self, or to your peace of mind. People talk, the crowd gossips, but that need not always be as baseless. Nothing happens without a reason.

Every move you make is subjected to indelible judgement, and none of it is ever forgotten.

Is Good enough???

The magnanimous monster "Kumbhkaran" was known to have said  it could be easy to be good to a good person the challenge is to be good with the not good. But how far can one manage that? How long can you be good to someone without judging that very person? Selflessness and unconditional love are not as easy to come by. And with the constant conflict of perceptions, attitudes and mindset its not that easy to not get affected by anything at all... So is good enough? or do we always want others to be better while we ourselves may not be good enough 

The Ctrl + Z syndrome - A step backward

Ever spilled the brewing tea and looked around for the undo button in your haste??

Many a times we wonder what if life came with an "undo" option!!! But alas now that it doesn't the next big question is what when something goes wrong? Should one move on or fall back or try and mend it? Move on to the next unknown risk or fall back on the old known ways?
The Known Possible or the unknown probable??

The Five Fingers

They say none of the five fingers were made alike because each have a purpose of their own. So we can guess the origins of the "har ek friend zaroorii hota hai" concept.... any how is that reason enough to justify the varied personalities rambling around. And even if it is how do you put up with the most unwanted ones? Why do people who are not worth as per our judgement, bug us so much then? They must have some function of their own right? Still why does it become near impossible to accept them for what they are? Making it a herculean task to maintain decorum in the presence of the clique 

Chains that set you aflight

She walked weighed down by a number of norms upon her dainty shoulders, bent double by the encumbrance of expectations and desires. Her tender frame yearned for respite. Of the customs of civilization she had been weary long enough. She lived an existence toiling to come up to the expected and more often insisted. When they show you what you are supposed to be, only then are you moved to spot the disparity between that and what you would wish you were. The chains that bound her stirred the dreams and hopes within her and she found her escape.

While others see your confinement, you rejoice soaring away at your hearts content. for a while they were all upon you knotting upon you the inexhaustible shackles of  civilization. But you found the haven  that sets your wings flying enrapturing you with the boundlessly extended bindings. Shedding behind the feathers of unsolicited authority,you soar high. Higher treasuring within your wings the winds of ethnicity. The initiation of your outrageous flight being provided by the shackles that were meant to never let you go. Now that you have taken your soul to the wind, those are but the chains that set you aflight