If we were clear as water!!

When the Mind is unclear of the next step to be taken, sit back and take a deep breath. You cannot change life in a second.

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We grow up believing that education makes us capable; professional education goes a bit further to make us capable of earning money too. However, It takes people a long time to understand that education actually helps us to achieve clarity of thought. An illiterate person might not be able to make informed decisions which the literate ones are supposed to master upon like the back of their hands. It is rightly expected from us to be well-versed with the complications of any opportunity that we lay our hands upon. Not just that, we must also be able to guide others who fall in the trap of weighing options. 

And one day, like the fellow human beings- we have doubts, questions, unclear expressions. We feel alienated thinking it is happening only with us. I’m probably the only one, in my entire circle of people I’ve ever known, who’s unclear about life. What should be my next step, what move to make, who can be my confidante, who can I take help from, who to confide in, what career path to follow, who is the right person to be my partner and other plethora of questions which may haunt us. These are all valid questions and they might not always have straight to-the-point answers. 

It is ok to be confused and lack clear vision. Do you think Narendra Modi government was clear on 8th Nov. when they banned the currency? Did they think through all the nuances which would come through with this step? Did they know of all the complications that a common man would face? For those of you think the answer is yes; would it be possible for you to explain the daily changing rules that came every next day? Take a deep breath and comfort yourself with the fact that the government that runs the country of 1.33 billion people was confused. The government has a panel of experts, economists, law makers, and access to who’s-who of the world. 

It is absolutely normal for you and me to be confused. Alanis Morissette rightly said: ” We’re taught to be ashamed of confusion, anger, fear and sadness, and to me they’re of equal value to happiness, excitement and inspiration”. It is OK to be trying to find the path because it is only when we are lost that we look for a new light. What can be helpful is that we make a move, we take a step, we steer ahead and not let the clouds of confusion engulf upon us, ever. That we let the things holding us back go and we take a small baby step to figure out our answers. 

“Eventually all things fall into place. Until then, laugh at the confusion, live for the moments, and know EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON.”

— Albert Schweitzer

The Punjabipana- Art and culture of being a Punjabi

I’m proud of being a Punjabi as much as I’m proud of being my own self.

  • We’re a Happy lot- there need not be reasons. We like to be Happy. We love jokes- mostly on us and those around us.
  • We love to laugh- smile is too sober. We laugh heartily, with sound effects and all the muscles/bones- starting from our face to our ribs to our tummy- every part is involved.
  • We love food- our food, your food, any food. Ours is still the favourite. We think about food every morning and it goes that way, till the time we sleep. We sometimes may even dream about food and get up craving for it. We can travel places for the love of food and walk miles to grab on our favourite; we’re extremely touchy/ emotional We about food.
  • We’re a warm lot- all the world for us is our own. We make everyone feel at home when they’re with us. It’s a part of our nature.
  • We’re super cool- our parents are cooler, our grandparents are the coolest. All our friends love our grandparents. Beeji, jhayiji, waddema (grandma) is the favourite.
  • We respect everyone- Ji after haan/ na is a compulsory. Even after the names that we address. Gupta Ji, Sharma ji. That’s our way of extending respect to everyone. If someone says Haan/ Nahi without a Ji, that’s disrespectful and offensive.
  • We’re loud- we talk loud. I still don’t know how to talk softly on a phone that the other person in the room doesn’t figure it out. Just won’t happen.
  • We love colours- loud colours are OK. Subtle colours may be considered bland or colourless.
  • We love everyone that is not subtle- in food, we love spices. In colours, we love bright.
  • We’re carefree- we don’t make worrying a daily necessity. Sanu ki (how does it matter to us) is the question and that’s how we have the capability of ending any chapter.
  • We love to enjoy life- we understand it’s a small life and not going to last forever. We don’t make a fuss out of small things,
  • We pray for each one who exists when we say Sarbhat da bhala (wish for good for every living soul).
  • We are sorted- for any set of problems that disturb us; the simple solution is “Saanu ki“- how does it matter to us?

Taken from: https://www.quora.com/Why-are-Punjabis-so-proud-of-being-Punjabi/answer/Ana-Aggarwal?srid=26Yv&share=639099e8

Keep Rocking the world, 

A

When Love knocked the doors!!

Krit and Ananya never thought how life would span out to be!! But that’s life- unpredictable, yet happening right in front of our lives.

Krit and Ananya were inseparable. Despite growing up in different households, they never really missed each other. All they had to do was to put their head out of the balcony, and there was their partner in crime. Not just their houses shared the wall, they shared their lives both literally and figuratively. Their teachers called them out as Krit-Ananya, their friends had to search for either one and even their college bus had to wait for just one of the two. The “jodi-daar” would automatically be tagging along. Ananya was good at Mathematics, Krit would be helping with science; Ananya would teach him tenses and vocabulary: Krit would figure out the acronyms for History chapters. Theirs was a friendship that nobody had ever witnessed.

Ananya’s mom, Sarika didn’t really appreciate this togetherness. May be it was her gut feeling or her concern for her young daughter that made her do so. Time and again, she would ask Ananya to develop a hobby or anything that was not a part of Krit-Ananya saga. She had enrolled Ananya in a painting class, during her 5th standard. When Ananya would hold the brush, she could make the canvas talk. Krit hated the sight of canvas and the colors and messed-up rooms. The only reason Ananya hated painting was because she couldn’t be with Krit while painting. And thus, Ananya’s interest was limited to completing drawing and SUPW files for both Krit-Ananya. 

College wasn’t meant to last forever: and it ended one day. Krit had already decided to go for a training to Mumbai and Ananya’s parents decided that she would train under a friend of Ananya’s dad. Their training woukd start on 1st of August and go on for 5 months. The mere thought of seeing Krit next year was traumatic for Ananya. She had no clue how to live without Krit for a single day and there he was, leaving for 1-5-3 days. She added the days, subtracted, made imaginary calculations so that she could linger on some hope of meeting him sooner. It was 27th of July that Krit left for Mumbai with teary-eyed Ananya catching attention of almost everyone present at the railway station. She wailed, gasped for breath, cried, almost howled while hugging him. Krit had put up a brave face all this while. It was only when the train moved that he jumped up on his bogie and started crying himself. The mere thought of not having this silly stupid girl by his side, pinched him right across his heart. He felt alone: in the middle of some 6-7 people sitting in the compartment- he felt lost. His comfort arm was gaping at the moving train standing at that platform. 

Once in Mumbai, Krit got busy commuting and learning and arranging for his basic necessities. The frequency of Facetime and Skype calls covered up for the 1500 kms of the distance and both of them waited for 1st of January. Krit would be busy during the day and Ananya indulged in painting a card for every day that Krit wasn’t around. She would make a story around the days happenings with both of their caricatures. Stories of their fights, stories of their collective struggle of being without each other, stories of longing for each other. She couldn’t contain her excitement of showing it all to Krit. For it was about them. About being with each other while being without each other. 

And with great difficulty passed these 153 days. Krit boarded the train after ensuring he packed all the gifts he bought for each day that he stayed away from Ananya. In the meanwhile, Ananya had made a book out of those cards. As the train was approaching the platform, their heartbeats paced and ran ahead of the big Ben hanging on the platform. Krit jumped out of the moving train only to run faster and not waste even a single second, being away from her. Ananya couldn’t contain herself and hugged him tight- to never let him go. While Krit wanted to be free of all thoughts when he was with his silly girl, she discovered a way to be with his memories even when he wasn’t around. 

Love was found- when friendship had gone away on a holiday.


Check out this story on Sweek!! https://web.sweek.com/#/story/Bm8CBwkDCwMAAQEKbAEB


Life is fragile!!

Is life a never-ending concept?

We must rather fear life than fearing death. When we go back to any of the Hindu scriptures or documents, all of those mention death as the ultimate reality. Following the course of last few days around me and listening to the discourse arising out of it; I realised life is unpredictable. We plan till infinity only to find that life itself has finite plans. That’s finite is undefined though. 

We must do good, relentlesssly towards ourselves and our fellow human beings. With this uncertainty; it states; do good till you have a chance. You are clueless when suddenly the game will be paused by the The Force. When you’re aggravated or upset or dejected, make yourself understand- this is all temporary and would never last long. Death is going to knock the door one day and wouldn’t even give you a chance to peek or shut the door on the face of it. We, all of us, will have to embrace death, without a second thought. 

A recent incident planted in me another thought that Life is Fragile too. It is so fragile that while we keep it safe and secure most of the time, we aren’t sure if it would break all by itself or any other external force. This force or pressure many a times would be even beyond our control. Life is delicate and not only you must take care of it, but you must look after to protect the lives of those around you. A crack or a bruise which isn’t superficial will break/ shatter it beyond repair. 

The thoughts are scary, yet, can never be learnt from someone else’s experiences. And once you witness this phenomenon, there’s no going back. 

Peace be onto the world,

A. 

Soulmate- who’s the One? 

I looked for the word “Soulmate” in my phone without an expectation. And there in front of me was a mail sent out to Geetanjali dated 6th Sept,’13, around three and a half years back which read: 

I read a new concept about Soulmates today.

“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. 

A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave. 

A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master…” 

― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

Continuing with this mail- You don’t really feel their presence , in a way which is meant to be, when they enter your life. You don’t realise what they hold for you. You may even have no clue if they’re going to be one of the most important people you were to meet in your life. You might avoid them, love them or even hate them in the first go: for you’re clueless about them, just like anyone else you meet.  

I have been fortunate enough to cross paths with some of the people who I could call my Soulmates. My set of realisations after meeting my soulmate: 

  • I am one person who’s lived with their ego and have been proud of themselves. I realised how small and petty I am. I’ve felt small in their presence: with them being just one person; there might be so many others of the kind
  • Knowing your work well and being in love with whichever work you’re doing is of paramount importance 
  • Life has been easy on me- touchwood and I’m grateful for it. People have such stories and journeys which may be unimaginably tough and life changing 
  • Good times bring a lot of relatives and friends- not necessarily your true companions
  • People who stand with you in your testing times may be entirely different from the ones who you look up to today
  • I realised the superficiality in terms of knowledge and education I’ve been living with
  • There’s so much to learn and so many avenues to grow around 
  • I have my own insecurities to work about and transform myself into a better person  
  • Inspiration to take responsibility of my life and my surroundings 

And I’ve no qualms in confessing the frustration it built in me- I looked for help, desperately. Without an iota of solace, I headed out in all the directions only to find my closures within. I struggled, I asked for suggestions, but this wasn’t something I could ignore and move on with. I just couldn’t be the person I was before meeting them- I had to change. I’ve started off this journey of helping myself in ways beyond my expectations. I’ve done things I never believed I could and I’m wanting to do many more. 

People I thought have been my soulmates have left but I wouldn’t forget the lessons they left behind; those are worth pursuing. So, Be grateful to people who come into your life to change it once and for all. Don’t ask them to stay back- their purpose was very different than normal walk-ins and walk-outs. Believe in them and more importantly, believe in yourself. 

With lots of love and Best Wishes, 

A. 

बचपन का सच 

जब मैं बच्ची थी तब मैं सच्ची थी
अच्छा ना लगता था जब खाना मुझे, मुंह से बाहर फ़ेंक देती थी
अब स्वाद लिए बिना खा कर, “अच्छा ही बना है” कह देती हूँ

क्योंकि जब मैं बच्ची थी तब मैं सच्ची थी
कोई मन को ना भाता था, तो मुंह सिकोड़ के मोड़ लेती थी
अब कमरे में सामने बैठ कर बात करती हूँ और मुस्कुरा भी देती हूँ

क्योंकि जब मैं बच्ची थी तब मैं सच्ची थी
जब लगता था कोई अच्छा, तो दौड़ के गोद में बैठ जाती थी
अब प्यार भी मन में दबा लेती हूँ, चुप ही रह जाती हूँ

क्योंकि जब मैं बच्ची थी तब मैं सच्ची थी
जब समझाता था कोई दुनिया भर की बातें, एक कान से सुन कर दूसरे से निकाल देती थी
अब सुनती हूँ, पूछती हूँ, और दुनियादारी समझ के अक्सर मान भी जाती हूँ

क्योंकि जब मैं बच्ची थी तब मैं सच्ची थी
दर्द होता था जब कहीं मुझे, रो देती थी और माँ को पुकार लेती थी
अब आंसू पोंछ लेती हूँ और अपने काम में ध्यान लगा लेती हूँ

क्योंकि जब मैं बच्ची थी तब मैं सच्ची थी
अब बड़ी जो हो गयी हूँ तो मौके सा बर्ताव करती हूँ

Simple Steps to a Goa trip!! 

When you’ve got a bunch of awesome friends and crazy adventures: Whatever happens in Goa, stays in Goa comes to life. 

Simple pointers for your trip to Goa:

  1. Find cheap tickets. We got ours at #Paytm <thank you Paytm for you’re awesome>
  2. Find  friends. If you don’t have, make friends. Follow step 1. <Reviews are coming in a Separate post… No, not for friends but other things that involv money. >
  3. Choose a North Goa beach- there are many in South Goa (full of people), and many in North (do akkar bakkar to finalize one)
  4. Look for the hostel at various  locations. Finalize on the basis of the beach you’ve  shortlisted. (You’ll find one very close to whichever beach you put up on). Disclaimer: In case you’re rich and/ or want to spend time with only yourself or your family, pick up a beach resort.
  5. Pick 3 sets of  clothes (basically a tee and shorts and slippers), one for normal wearing, one if the first set gets wet and third if someone pukes on you after getting drunk. You may like to keep a formal set in case you wish to go to club (third set may be replaced  by  this one)
  6. Once at Goa airport/ railway station (not sure about the station though) , Take a prepaid cab for whichever area you would like to go to. Be prepared, it’s costly. ₹ 1500/- for 25-30 kms. 
  7. Carry your  Passport,most of the cool hostels take only Passport for your ID. (Reason: You cannot leave your Passport behind, in case you want to run away without paying- they got it right). 
  8.  Once in the hostel, ask for the guy who gives scooters on rent. In case you’re a bigger group, rent a jeep probably. Takes ₹200-300 a day. ₹100 a day for the fuel. Go wherever you want to. We went till Arambol from Vagator. Stay wherever you want to and probably come back another day to return your scooter. 
  9. Make sure you take Local advice of my places to check out, food to try etc
  10. In case you are planning to drink, go to a club (ladies may look out for ladies night) or find a wine shop. It’s further cheaper there than at local restaurants. 
  11.  Be careful when you opt for water sports. And negotiate for the entire package. 

Guess it covers the important pointers which one must know before travelling to Goa. For any other enquiries/  clarifications: Contact
For Goa changes who you are, 

A.