Quora: What are some things you realize as you get older?

As I grew up to be 26 year old, I’ve realized a few things:

  • Smile at random strangers, it doesn’t kill anybody.
  • It’s OK. Seriously, everything’s OK. Live with it.
  • Breakfast is important.
  • Being happier is more important than being rich/ successful/ social/ everything else that you can imagine.
  • Don’t rush up. Just relax. There’s no hurry to die; we would reach there when it’s required.
  • Madness is fine. Nobody cares.
  • Love a lot. Talk to everyone. You would only learn. 
  • Help people. They might be needing it.
  • And, most importantly; Nobody in this world can ever be compared to your parents.

Added 2 more points to it:

  • Thank a lot. Every second of this life, howsoever it be, is a blessing.
  • Don’t struggle to remember incidents, things. It isn’t worth.

Taken from: https://www.quora.com/What-are-some-things-you-realize-as-you-get-older/answer/Ana-Aggarwal?srid=26Yv&share=17739cca

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Getting married at 27

When you get married at the age of 27, you’re basically looking at certain things in a rather fixated manner than when you’re getting married at age of 21-24 years. Perspectives change and so do people. When someone would tell me, you mature with age; I’d just laugh it off thinking “I’m never going to change”. But then, change isn’t going to ring that doorbell, Knock on the front door, wait for you in the porch or sit on the sofa till you arrive on the same page. It just comes gradually, nimble-footed, judge you and bring about a change in the character of me or you or anyone.

 

Now, when I look at past; I’m still the same person but I come with some ifs, some buts and definitely a bigger butt. So marriages now mean something different from just love of a bygone teenager who’s 21 years old.

 

It is so true (pun totally intended) when someone says girls only have one plan and that is to get married. I probably had similar things in mind ever since (rolling and smoking -lot pot), I think, I had marriage in my mind ever since I switched into that stage of puberty. You date someone, you fall in love, you adore someone; only to get married. That’s the ultimate Nirvana in the holy book of girls. Ever. Even when they are 14 or even when they’re 23. It is absolutely the same desire always (restricting the rest of the words).

 

When it comes to me, after seeing failed stints of some wonderful people, I’ve decided to be single in the coming months as well till my parents decide to marry me off (Indian society arranged marriage), as this is going to help me in the ways that cannot be just put on a piece of paper. I don’t have time for unimportant things and for emotional dehydration.

 

 

I’ve traveled places, exchanged books with numerous people, struggled in my own way and learnt a few lessons and it is now difficult to take this all learning away from me. So, now when I look at perspective of getting married; things I’m going to ignore and rather comparatively, things I would look at now are very different from those that would’ve captured my mind space some 5 years back  (Things that I’m going to look at- I’m still finalizing them 😉 ).

 

 

On the contrary, getting married at an early age has its own set of disadvantages and advantages:

You instantly fall in love. 

Expectations are much lower. 

Compromises and adjustments are much easier. 

You’ve no idea what you’re signing up for.
If asked, my advice would be: Do not get married before 25 because you’re still immature but do not delay it any further because you’re losing out on learning of a beautiful relation called marriage.

Best wishes for married friends and awesomeness for those waiting to be.

Virtually Conceded!!

When I look at these walls that bind me,

The dungeons they seem, the inhibitions I see;

The bird fluttering inside the golden cage,

To this lock of matter who will hand over the key?

I collect the pebbles, the thorns and those sea shells,

The years have passed by from the times when I started drowning in these wells;

Hurt by my own prejudices, smiling onto those urchins,

Love will find its own way, the mother angel tells. 

The sky seems unreachable and so is the top of that distant mountain,

Going deep into mines, who assured there won’t be a  stain;

Lurching after that happiness, scratching those wounds,

In this run for life, I’ve forgotten me dancing in the rain.

The darkness prevailing, night shadowing, no source of light,

My eyes blurred, when will the dreamland be back in sight;

The drinks pouring in, amazed at who is unconscious,

The weird surroundings, mesmerized, when will the dulls be again Bright??

 

Taken from an old Blog post http://aggarwal-ana.blogspot.com/2010/10/virtually-conceded.html dated 14.10.2010

ERRing

 

Why is life so entangled? How much time it takes to admit you are wrong?

How many roads do you need to travel before deciding onto which is the right path?

How many years to choose your line of action?

How many mistakes are to be committed before being right?

How many years of commitment are needed before accepting you were hopelessly in love with that special someone?

How many betrayals, cheats?

How many errs?

And how much love you want in your life to come out of that feeling of being cheated?

How many friends so as to convince yourself that you are not alone?

How many reasons are required to smile back?

How many split seconds are asked for to define that moment of a lifetime?

What life tried to teach is always different from what you learn.

Who is to be blamed on that account?

The life, the lesson or the person.

Signing off with so many questions whose answers are yet to be found for the life!!!!!!!

 

Taken from an old Blog http://aggarwal-ana.blogspot.com/2010/10/erring.html dated 17.10.2010

4th August’16

Have you ever got up in the morning without a plan for the day?

Almost daily, with both hands up!!

Have you ever travelled unplanned?

Frequently, with one hand up!!

Have you travelled without a ticket?

If you go by what my boss says about me, the number is 90-95%.

This is an absolute lie even if you go by what all the people of the world who see my travelling pattern say. I don’t travel without a ticket, I generally travel on a general ticket: which later, gets confirmed and I hence, travel legally and how everyone else travels.

Have you travelled without a plan?

Yes, and the experience has moved on to covering outside India as well.

Today was a normal day, where the super boss was travelling to my location and I got up early to reach office well in time (15 mins before the leaving time). I have been thinking about doing a course [which course and which college- shall discuss in another post]. The classes have started and they refused to admit me. But but but, I don’t give up. I DON’T.

I persuaded them to talk to me once and, they did. I persuaded them to meet me once and they complied. Took an appointment and thought of travelling on Monday. But Monday is four days away and I’m perennially impatient. So, Thursday morning, 10 minutes before leaving for office- I decide. I’m travelling to Delhi TODAY. Nobody asks me how and why and why not? Guess, people have given up on me for my whimsical ideas and have attained their peace in life. And my peace in life, it’s freedom and independence to choose my life- on a daily basis.

And here I am, in the train: travelling almost 400 kms away from home, for love- again [as my Bestie puts it]. For love of a course that I want to pursue, for love of doing something that I wish to do- breaking shackles of society, breaking the set norms of corporate culture.

And we are ready to soar above the sky. Ready to fly, like a bird. The wild Bird.

Love, 

A.

My Inspiration for Blogging!!

You always know what you’re capable of. Horses are smart, elegant, classy creatures. And I know I could never be a horse. I wish I could be a donkey- only because, they’re hard-working. Instead I turned out to be an ass, a whole lot lazy ass.

For instance, I started writing “bachpan me”. It’s still childhood, the difference in just the time frames. And it then translates to bachpan wala bachpan, chotte hone wala bachpan, school wala bachpan, boards wala bachpan, grads wala bachpan, IIM wala bachpan, job ki beginning wala bachpan, recent wala bachpan. And I’ve been writing on and off with all those scribbled pages forever lying around me. Nevertheless, I’m never going to let this bachpan go anywhere and it’s going to stay for-EVER. Just a disclaimer: I’m sorry, but when you ask me to be serious, promise me what will you get me in exchange of that. I can consider if it’s worth and in case you’re sure it isn’t, don’t pester me.

Well, coming back to the story of blog, I keep going for adventures, no; don’t take me to be an adventure-freak; I don’t go for adventures. I just go places, and I don’t know how and why, but God likes to place me in such stands that it turns out to be adventurous. And during the month of May, this adventure lasted over a week. That’s when the lightning struck me (not literally but, figuratively). More examples of such craziness has been that in a span of 22 days, I’ve travelled to Punjab-Chandigarh-Jammu-Delhi-Kolkata-Gangasagar-Mumbai-Chennai-Vellore-Tirupati. In another span of 15 days, it was Punjab- Chandigarh-Mumbai-Shirdi-Shani Shignapur-Delhi-Bhubaneshwar-Jajpur-Jammu. And when I travel to such places, I have a knack of cutting the crap and putting myself into it. I’ve a life full of coping up with such moments of embarrassment, societal (dis)harmony, help(less)full people and hapless “marmade” in disguise.

And that’s exactly when I also helped myself realize that God has blessed me with an awfullysome memory which helps me wade away all these experiences and moments. I’m like a blank slate every morning of getting up. After losing it (p)out for 27 long years, (alright 7 days in excess of it): I thought I should’ve diary. Because I can easily misplace a physical diary, alright I can also lose passwords equally at ease, I realized a page should summarize it when I have my grandkids one day. Those grandkids are surely going to be much more sober and embarrassed about their grandma than I would ever be, about my ownself.

“You get old and you realize there are no answers, just STORIES”. – Garrison Keiller. And hold on, I’m just going to write this story, before some else writes a (posthumous) biography of a girl that LIVED.

Happy Living, Happy Loving