So what kind of a killer are you...

Am posting one of my (many) favorite poems by Oscar Wilde.

“Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.
Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die.”


― Oscar Wilde

What a contrast from the earlier post is what methinks... but such is the fluttering of the wings called a mind.

This is the garb I wear today, will wear another morrow, who knows, it may be a star spangled banner embroidered with skeins of rich emotion or maybe a drab garment threadbare and coarse...

........... and God Bless PMS.... ;)

A mind that never sets...

Had a very interesting conversation with a dear friend and he said something that, when said to me I debated loud and belligerent against but in retrospect ( as always, sigh!) made sense.

A mindset is never a constant thing he said. How you think today may not be the same way that you think tomorrow. Hmnnn... deeply profound methinks. Am currently antagonised and ready to act on something I have been putting off. Current mindset is raging. I am quite convinced that what I think is the way to act as well.

And then comes this... Time to ponder, will this mindset carry me through and sustain or is it my mood that has encouraged its growth. I have been brutally honest with mum today and the poor thing had to bear the brunt of my grey cells now turned black.

But yes, will mull over this sage advise and try not to burst more blood vessels while I'm at it...

The Power of Me...

New age gurus and countless books that churn a helluva lot of money as well as discourses and lectures including the TED Talks that I so love, talk in some shape or form about the unlimited power of the human mind.

We read and hear but somehow doesn't seep into the brain like it should. I tried it and would like to share my experience.

I'm now facilitating culture shaping sessions for the company that I work for and I can safely say that it has given me new insights that I didn't have before or rather awakened the knowledge and put into practice what lay dormant.

Let me begin with my thinking. I am a victim or a victor based on how my thoughts are and although playing victim has been a safe zone so far, it's gotten monotonous. Victor is not necessarily a winner, it's just someone who chooses not to be a victim. I wish there was another word for it, survivor is too depressing.

Oh and the power of laughter!!! I'm in two crazy chat groups on Watsapp, one is with my school friends and the other are college mates. We have the silliest, cutest and the most heart warming conversations that make me double up n get the fits and it uplifts my mood each time, every time. I now laugh more than I did in the past year and this has so helped my mental well being.

This isn't a lecture and preach blog, just sharing some insights that have helped better my thinking.

Listen... just listen...

Sharing a poem by an unknown author:

When I ask you to listen to me
and you start giving me advice,
you have not done what I asked.

When I ask you to listen to me
and you begin to tell me why I shouldn’t feel that way,
you are trampling on my feelings.

When I ask you to listen to me
and you feel you have to do something to solve my problem,
you have failed me,strange as that may seem.

Listen! All I ask is that you listen.
Don’t talk or do – just hear me.

Advice is cheap; 20 cents will get you both Dear Abby and Billy Graham in the same newspaper.
And I can do for myself; I am not helpless.
Maybe discouraged and faltering,but not helpless.

When you do something for me that I can and need to do for myself,
you contribute to my fear and inadequacy.

But when you accept as a simple fact that I feel what I feel,
no matter how irrational,
then I can stop trying to convince you and get about this business
of understanding what’s behind this irrational feeling.

And when that’s clear, the answers are obvious and I don’t need advice.
Irrational feelings make sense when we understand what’s behind them.

Perhaps that’s why prayer works, sometimes,for some people – because God is mute,
and he doesn’t give advice or try to fix things.
God just listens and lets you work it out for yourself.

So please listen, and just hear me.
And if you want to talk, wait a minute for your turn – and I will listen to you.

A letter to Mr. Modi

Mr. Modi-

Many congratulations on your emphatic win. Although you are not my choice, I will support you in your endeavors of taking my India to the next level and accept this as OUR onus.

I look forward to an India where corruption and poverty are mere words and not actions or way of life.

I will not go into why you were not my choice, my memory is mired by the atrocities towards minorities that your state has propagated.

I honestly hope that this was an aberration and that you will not support such action and behavior and that you will uphold all religious sentiments and be the protector of all people irrespective of religion and creed.

I hope you will not allow other people to use your name and power to indulge in uncouth behavior to those who do not follow their credo.

Mr. Modi, I am an Indian FIRST. This is my motherland. I have no other home nor desire to call any other land my own. I refuse to exchange my Passport for any other. Will you respect this and support me?

By nature of birth Mr. Modi, I am born and raised in and believe in the Christian faith. It was not a choice but is now a way of life, I know not any other. As the leader of my secular democratic republic, I look up to you to safeguard my faith and look to my God to Bless you with good health and wisdom to lead us and treat us as equals.

When in school, I learned this pledge and never forgot it, its ingrained in my DNA.

India is my country and all Indians are my brothers and sisters. I love my country and I am proud of its rich and varied heritage. I shall always strive to be worthy of it.
I shall give respect to my parents, teachers and elders and treat everyone with courtesy.
To my country and my people, I pledge my devotion .In their wellbeing and prosperity alone, lies my happiness.


Sincerely,
An Indian who is born and will die Indian.