The Pants that never FIT

I got my hair colored! ^_^

 Frankly speaking I’ve been a misfit up-til now and I don’t know how it would be in the years to come but I definitely do not want to miss out on that feeling of having to live in a perfectly fitting pair of skinny jeans. There are times when I think about it and I feel like am I falling in love with the not-so-perfect (though I’d like to believe those are perfect :P) situations I’ve been living in? I’m kind of a little concerned. I don’t want to be a victim who falls in love with his own aggressor. I’m scared of living a life of Stockholm syndrome. There are in fact times when I love being unique. For instance, a month back I went to this gay pub where I had the most awful experience (also because I had never see so many people making out around me. Though I love attending Queer meetings). For once when I was in a world where everybody was like me, I didn’t feel like me anymore. I was devoid of the feeling of that sense of distinction that I live with. And then there are times when I just want to fit in. Then it was sexuality, and now it has been my career. This blog-post isn’t a cry for acceptance. It might in some way be a cry for inner-peace. The end to self-denial happened to be the beginning of education in a stream where I can never imagine myself working. To some extent I think we all want to be unique but similar in other ways. I think that could be the answer to the dilemma that I’ve been living with. As a kid you want to be like all your peers and then you learn to feed yourself with this idea of having to stand-out.  Life indeed isn’t a set of binary digits. It’s complicated!

I don’t know if I should let all the unpleasant memories be erased out of my mind. I want to forget most of them but I want to remember some. That way I learn to not take my life for granted. They remind me everyday of how special this life is to me and that it didn’t come easy.

I believe that it is very important to understand the importance of living in our present and not over think of what our future holds. I do tend to think of what is the next thing that I must concentrate on but in a bid to do so I have eventually realized that it is in fact the only thing that I keep thinking about. I have stopped living in my present. It is high-time and I must realize that not every door that I will have to walk through is going to turn out to be my favorite one. So the doors that we do not want to walk through must be examined properly and understood before taking the plunge. Studying for instance wasn’t my favorite thing to do as a kid. But I couldn’t be more glad that my mum had forced me to sit down and study because it’s been enriching. Education has in fact helped me grow in many different ways than I can count. I really want to teach myself to look at this phase of my education to be an opportunity. Something within me always reminds me that, yes! This is worth it. (And this is also the way I keep myself going).

So I just realized the ridiculous amount of things I keep thinking when I sit down to study. While I started writing this I went through the End-semester examination’s schedule. I came across Molecular Biology and that led me to think about Bio-chemistry. That reminded me of my friend studying Chemistry in Miranda, the kind of job opportunities in that field to what kind of job will I be getting in the future, to what will be the first thing that I’ll get when I earn my first salary, to how much money am I left with for shopping for the Goa trip to I have examinations before the trip, Oh Frack! I haven’t started yet and I have an exam in eight hours.

Met one of my favorite persons on earth. Love ya Didi! :*
And as they say it, Location courtesy: K Nags. 😛

Peace in!

The not-so-Difficult Life

Once upon a time in a candy-colored fantasy land, there lived a girl named Coal-black. The Lords praised her for her beauty and believed that the Lord of the Lords had taken a decade to carve her into what she was. She dressed in violet silk and lived in a hut that had its rooftop made out of weed with her beautiful black crow . She had a colossal appetite for alcohol and was known across the valley for her special betel quids.

One fine day there was a torrential downpour. It rained and rained and rained. It washed off all the candy in the valley. All the betel died and all the alcohol in the huts were filled with water. All the alcohol that was being saved for the Winter carnival was now gone. The fantasy land was now outpouring with depression. It seemed like the years of gloom as had been predicted by the Wise Witch had begun. But Coal black was optimistic. She believed there was a silver-lining to every dark and depressing situation.

    Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. But there seemed to be no hope of things getting better. All the money that Coal black had been saving were coming to an end. The not-so-wise old man whom everybody loved so much died out of starvation. Coal black was concerned. She didn’t wanna lose out on her loved ones. She loved her reptiles and pigs, her birds and bees, and all the crows she used to feed regularly without a miss. But she believed that the Lords were going to show her her way out. She then found a silver lining across the dark clouds up in the sky. She sent her jet black crow to try and pull a string of silver across the sky down to the valley. The crow pulled the silver string down and brought it to Coal black. Coal black along with her reptiles kept pulling the silver strings for days and nights. After 62 days of pulling and sleepless nights filled with hard work the valley was filled with silver. It was now the fantasy land of shining silver. They sold the silver across all the other fantasy lands and everybody thanked Coal black for her optimism. The days filled with gloom came to an end and there was happiness all around.

A little #Selfie with my Uncle who am very proud of. Scroll down to the last picture in this post to know why. Oh! And no filters for this one. 😉  Location: India International Trade Fair, New Delhi
The “I am such a good boy” kinda picture at the ongoing India International Trade Fair in Delhi.
Definitely a must visit if you’ve never been there. All of India and a little of Asia in a nutshell.

Moral Of the Story:

There are no wrong decisions. Those were things you were made to do so that you could learn to be a better individual. Learn from them and become someone better. Things might not always work as planned but the things that happen instead make the bigger picture look better. Every weird is a normal somewhere. Every limitation is an opportunity and every ass-hole is meant to be flushed down your memory. 😛

A lot of people keep telling me how difficult life is going to be for me. I’ve always believed that life is truly and equally difficult and equally easy for all of us. It all comes down to how you look at it. I don’t necessarily want to believe that I am going to a have a tougher time living than any of my straight counter parts. I want to believe that there’s nothing so traumatizing about my life and I wish for no chunk of it to have changed. And wish me luck. I have exams next week!

I’ll start from the top and move on to the bottom.
1. Turkish lights. I was absolutely overwhelmed to see these. B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L!
2. The Kerala Pavilion.
3. The Odisha Pavilion, and my Uncle’s designed it. ^_^ (Collar Up! :P)
4. The Andhra Pradesh pavilion. 

CodeName: Life’s Next Door

    Lately I’ve been talking to a lot of my juniors back from school as well as my college and they’ve been asking me about unconventional career choices and counselors to be able to know more about job security and opportunities in that field. ( And just so that you remember I am doing my engineering, the supposed secure option to opt for, as quoted by the gazillion amount of parents I’ve met during my high-school days).

    Firstly there is no secure option after you’re done with your boards. It is extremely important to make your choices wisely and free from all the meaningless prejudices that we associate a given course with. DO NOT and by that I mean NEVER opt for a college just on the basis of that hundred percent job placement that it offers by the end of those three-four years. Rather opt for a college that makes you deserving enough to get one.

    So what if you’re stuck up with a course? What is it that you should be doing when you know you don’t want to do the one you’re stuck up with?

Been there. Done that. 😛

    The only way out is facing your problems. DO not crib over how imperfect things were or are. Do not sit and ponder upon how mean and unfair your parents and the world has been to you by making you do a course that you never wanted to do. Move on. Think of the next thing that you could do to make it better. Some of us know what it is that makes us happy. But are scared. What if it doesn’t happen the way I want it to happen? Even if it doesn’t happen the way you wanted it to happen, you’ll always be happy that you gave it a try. We live in a world where giving ourselves and our dreams that one opportunity is a must. Just go there and do it. You’ll at least live in peace.
And what if you still haven’t found out the next thing that you want to do? Still not aware of your goals? Look what I found on Insta:

PC: Instagram. #regram #bossbabes 

Haha. Not necessarily. Just calm down and talk to yourself. In the long run you’ll find your way out.
 
     And remember, there is ALWAYS a way out. If you want it, you’ll get it. If you were searching for the solution to your problems and a good counselor, then you need to look into that mirror. There it is!

Moving on.
    *I’ve recently also had the pleasure of meeting some douche bags. The kind of people who keep you hanging and never want to learn and induce the ability to come to a conclusion. These are a dangerous group of homo-sapiens who have the appalling ability to feed upon your emotional strength and stability. In reality they are just bumbling buffoons.* #PunIntended

    More importantly these are also the kind of people who remind you of how you’re supposed to prioritize. They should never break you or bring you down. Sometimes God makes you meet the most awful set of people to make you wiser and stronger. Do not let his/her bitterness take over your palatability.

    There is something very important that I’ve learnt in the last couple of years. There are three kinds of doors you come across in your life that you’ll have to walk through:
1. The ones that you’re super-excited  to walk through. Make sure it is worth it before you do that.
2. Then there are the ones that you’re indifferent about walking through.
3. And lastly there are the ones that you do not wish to walk through but you still gotta walk through it. These are the important ones. You either choose to cry and crib about it all through out your journey or you choose to walk through it with your head held high.

And someone had the most amazing Halloween. Thanks to my mad set of friends  😉

 Peace in.