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  • Liebster Award

    mbastory has very kindly nominated me for the Liebster Award! I’m completely overwhelmed now!

    liebster

    Here are the rules:

    You must link back the person who nominated you.
    You must answer the 10 Liebster questions given to you by the nominee before you.
    You must pick 10 bloggers to be nominated for the award with under 200 followers.
    You must come up with 10 questions for your nominees to answer.
    You must go to their blogs notify your nominees.

    Okay then! My answers:

    1. If you weren’t blogging, what channel of communication would you use ?

    Face-to-face talking. I don’t know if people remember it, but it used to be a big thing in the old days. 🙂

    2. Why WordPress and not Blogger? If you are on Blogger, why Blogger and not WordPress?

    It was on a whim, honestly. I had read that WordPress had better themes. And I’m a seriously visual person. I realised later on that I could edit the HTML in Blogger myself but WordPress doesn’t allow that.

    3. What is your dream job ? ( Only one please )

    There are no dream jobs yet. But I do have a five-year-plan. It involves becoming a good engineer.

    4.  Would you actively sell your stuff to people or wait for people to come to you to buy ?

    Not sure which stuff is being referred to. But, if we’re talking business, I guess a mixture of both is required.

    5. There is a total power cut in the whole world for the next 3 days . How do you spend it ?

    Day 1: “What on earth am I going to do without a book or the internet?!”

    Day 2: “It’s been ages since I cleaned my closet. Thank goodness my ipod is charged!”

    Day 3: “You know, Mum, it’s really great that we’re getting to talk to each other.” 🙂

    6. Do you read the newspaper in the morning or an e-paper? Or have you stopped reading either because you would always get notifications or emails?

    I read them whenever I get the time. And I prefer a paper I can hold in my hands.

    7. You’re interviewing Angela Merkel and you are allowed only 1 question. What would that be?

    How did research science give way to politics?

    8.  Your favorite TV series and why?

    I don’t watch any TV series regularly.

    9. Preferred source of sugar ( Chocolate or.. )

    Dark chocolate. Not too sweet, not too bitter.

    10. One sentence/phrase that defines you ( your goals, desires, life, etc.)

    It is important to move to the next chapter when the time comes, because there is no point in remaining stuck on the same page.

    My Nominees (there are only five):

    1. obJESSions

    2. The Paradoxism

    3. WheelsOnOurFeet

    4. I BELIEVE

    5. Only You

    And these are my questions for the nominees:

    1. What are some of the places that you would like to visit in your lifetime?

    2. Do you read? If so, what kind of books do you like? If not, what do you like doing in your spare time?

    3. What are some of your favourite posts? Link them here.

    4. Are you a morning person?

    5. Do you like modern or antique furniture?

    6. If you had a choice, which animal (non-human) would you like to be?

    7. Do you have a preferred place where you write? Or are you comfortable anywhere?

    8. Describe one quirky habit that you have.

    9. Favourite quote. You can have more than one.

    10. How do you like spending your birthdays?

    Looking forward to all your answers. 🙂

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    September 11, 2013
    Category: Awards
    Tags: Award, Blog, Blog award, Liebster Award, WordPress

  • Five Words

    Day #6 of Blogtember.

    Tuesday, September 10: Describe a distinct moment when your life took a turn.

    Though it is extremely difficult to define life in a few moments, this one particular moment definitely marked the start of something new, big and important.

    School was over. The entrance exams were done too. Results were declared and I was accepted to the university of my choice.

    This is what my mother said when she came to leave me in the hostel.

    dream

    I’m not going to claim that these words changed everything, or that a light bulb suddenly flicked on over my head. I did not have a sudden vision of clarity over what exactly my dreams were, or how to go about fulfilling them. I made mistakes, of course. I had various cringe-worthy moments (still have them). There were various missed opportunities. But still…

    Go and realise your dreams.

    These five words were the beginning. I found out what I could and couldn’t do. I found new interests, new ideas, and yes, new dreams too. I found out how important it was to enjoy the journey instead of just waiting for the end result. Life at the university has given me a lot.

    I love it here.

    The words may not have had a literal impact when they were spoken. But they hold special symbolic meaning for me. They did not bring about a “distinct turn in my life”. But they were the opening to the new pathway(s).

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    September 10, 2013
    Category: Blogtember, Life in moments
    Tags: Blessings, Blogtember, Change, Education, Mother, Parents, University

  • Putting on the Sorting Hat

    Day #5 of Blogtember.

    Monday, September 9: Take this short personality test and respond to your results.

    This definitely felt like Sorting. Imagine, spectacled, bird-like me, sitting on the chair while the Hat evaluated my merits, qualities, abilities, and of course, limitations. And I was sorted into…

    harry_potter_and_the_sorting_hat.jpg (800×518)

    INTJ house! *Round of applause from the house table*

    The Humanmetrics Jung Typology test says that I am:

    Introvert(67%)  iNtuitive(12%)  Thinking(1%)  Judging(33%)

      1. You have distinctive preference of Introversion over Extraversion (67%)
      2. You have slight preference of Intuition over Sensing (12%)
      3. You have marginal or no preference of Thinking over Feeling (1%)
      4. You have moderate preference of Judging over Perceiving (33%)

    So, I happen to be pretty balanced as far as Thinking and Feeling is concerned, and to quite an extent, Intuition and Sensing too. I knew it!

    Quoting from the INTJ profile:

    When it comes to their own areas of expertise — and INTJs can have several — they will be able to tell you almost immediately whether or not they can help you, and if so, how. INTJs know what they know, and perhaps still more importantly, they know what they don’t know.

    Several areas of expertise… I rather like the sound of that! A great deal of self-knowledge too! Not to brag or anything, but I consider that to be really respectable. 🙂

    INTJs are perfectionists, with a seemingly endless capacity for improving upon anything that takes their interest. What prevents them from becoming chronically bogged down in this pursuit of perfection is the pragmatism so characteristic of the type.

    Typical INTJ career choices are in the sciences and engineering, but they can be found wherever a combination of intellect and incisiveness are required (e.g., law, some areas of academia).

    Cool! Akshita, the intellectual, incisive engineer!

    Apparently, we INTJs are at a disadvantage as far as romantic relationships go. The website says that we are capable of caring deeply for a few select others (true that!), and are willing to invest a great deal of time and effort on a relationship. But because being Sensing over Feeling, instead of expecting inexhaustible affection and empathy from a romantic relationship, the we expect inexhaustible reasonability and directness.

    Well, maybe the balance of S and F that I seem to have will take care of that! Oh, I see that my Intuitive side is taking care of it.

    Probably the strongest INTJ assets in the interpersonal area are their intuitive abilities and their willingness to “work at” a relationship. Although as Ts they do not always have the kind of natural empathy that many Fs do, the Intuitive function can often act as a good substitute by synthesizing the probable meanings behind such things as tone of voice, turn of phrase, and facial expression. This ability can then be honed and directed by consistent, repeated efforts to understand and support those they care about, and those relationships which ultimately do become established with an INTJ tend to be characterized by their robustness, stability, and good communications.

    You know, I’ve got to say, I’m pretty flattered by the description! Many of these qualities are admirable to me. And to be told that I actually possess these traits is pretty awesome. Maybe this is the reason:

    sorting hat

    And guess, who else was INTJ?

    Stephan Hawking (feeling honoured)

    Marie Curie (can you believe it!)

    Jane Austen (Ooh!) and….Mr. Darcy! These guys have a way of figuring out the responses of a fictional character too! Just shows the brilliant character development of Jane Austen!

    Have you taken this test? What’s your personality type?

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    September 9, 2013
    Category: Blogtember, Life in moments
    Tags: Blogtember, INTJ, Introversion, Intuition, Judging, Myers-Briggs Type Indicator, Personality, Personality test

  • The Notebook Of Dreams

    Hello! It’s Day #4 of Blogtember.

    Friday, September 6: A story about a time you were very afraid.

    Now this is a difficult one. I’m presenting it in a poem.

     

    The Notebook of Dreams

    I opened the notebook at night.

    I wrote of all my dreams,

    Adding each colour, each flavour.

    I described each mood lovingly,

    Each moment of the time when

    Those dreams would be fulfilled.

     

    People came, they wondered.

    “Isn’t your dream brown?”

    I looked confusedly at my notebook.

    It looked violet to me.

    “Your dream is brown, how wonderful!”

    They persisted.

     

    The more I looked

    The more the violet faded

    The more the brown emerged.

    “My dream is brown” I said.

    And went about working

    Striving for success in the brown.

     

    Strangely, my plans didn’t account

    For any of the brown.

    Frustrated, I strained myself

    Trying to search it in the sea of violet.

    But, no! There wasn’t any violet, was there?

    I had been convinced of it.

     

    The brown kept eluding me.

    And finally, the stark fear came to front.

    That paralyzing fear of failure.

    “I can’t be successful in brown! I cried.

    “All my dreams are shattered!”

    I broke down then.

     

    Time passed, and the broken pieces

    Glued themselves together.

    New colours were formed.

    The eyes, which had grown

    Used to the dreary dark

    Started recognizing the hues and shades.

     

    And one day, finally

    I gathered the courage

    To search for the notebook.

    Dust had settled on it,

    But it was there in front of me all this while.

    I opened the notebook again.

     

    The dreams were all violet!

    Surprised, I turned the pages

    With furious intensity.

    Violet! All violet!

    “My dreams are violet!” I smiled ruefully.

    And let a silent tear escape my eyes.

     

    I know I haven’t disclosed much. But I think that people can relate to fear no matter what situation caused it.

    Fear is not real
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    September 6, 2013
    Category: Blogtember, Poetry
    Tags: Blogtember, Dream, Fear, Notebook, Poetry, Success

  • It’s A New Day

    Blogtember: Day #3

    Today’s prompt is fairly straightforward.

    Thursday, September 5: Pass on some useful advice or information you learned and always remembered.

    Everyone, I’m sure, figures out a way to pep themselves up when they are feeling low. Some people have special persons that they go and talk to and then, immediately feel better. Me? I’m self-sufficient. I go to my Pinterest board of quotes for inspiration.

    I’ve always been a quotes collector. Back of the notebooks, on the margins of a worksheet; I like writing those little bits of advice. Just writing them makes me feel better. Now, I know that quotes tend to lose their value when read repeatedly. But this one particular quote has stuck with me.

    I found this quote on Pinterest many moons ago, and somehow, I’ve never forgotten it.

    I don’t easily forgive my mistakes. Or at least, I couldn’t, for a long time. And I’m not even talking of major, life-changing mistakes. The little things: reaching five minutes late, a small error in an exam (yes, I’m a nerd. Judge me!), a job not done to utmost perfection; I used to get restless. And then that thing used to eat at me during nights. Basically, I was a worrier.

    If I’m to be completely honest, I still do worry a lot. I still like things to be perfect. I still don’t like to make errors. But that eating away part? That’s gone now. It’s become far more easier for me to move away from my blunders, and take an objective look at the problem.

    My advice? Don’t dwell too much on your past mistakes. Only take what you can learn and go ahead with doing it a little better, each day.

    On second thoughts, this is a highly useful thing that I’ve learnt in two years of college. All you busy cellphone users? Please turn off the ringer when you sleep. Especially if you have an insane overly sincere highly concerned colleague/classmate/team member!

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    September 5, 2013
    Category: Blogtember, Life in moments
    Tags: Blogtember, Emerson, Mistakes, Pinterest, Quotation, Quotes

  • I’m here. Now.

    Hello! You must be aware that I’m participating in Blogtember blogging challenge hosted by Story of my life blog. Today is Day #2.

    Wednesday, September 4: If you could take three months off from your current life and do anything in the world, what would you do?

    Hmm…difficult question. There’s a lot I would like to do and try and learn in life. Oooh! I already have visions of myself travelling around the world, meeting new people, sitting in a cafe somewhere drinking some exotic tea and writing in my notebook.

    As I’ve mentioned before, I get travel-sick(the opposite of home-sick) pretty soon.

     I could be scuba diving somewhere…

    Photo via Florida Memory (Flickr)

    Or, I could be floating up in some balloon. (Wishful sigh!)

    Photo via Pics Visit (Pinterest)

    Or (and this is the most likely), I could be curled up with a good book on some beautiful beach.

    Beach book
    Photo via Pinterest

    Sounds like a perfect picture, doesn’t it?

    But I wonder why so many people have these dreams of taking time off their lives. You hear it so often.

    “If only my job/school/life wasn’t so busy, I would do this.” Or

     “If only I could just leave everything for a while I would…”

    Or some other version of  “If only…”

    What is it about our current lives that makes us want to run away. Sure, everyone needs a break. Everyone needs a holiday sometimes. But specifically, what is it about our present that makes us want to live in the past, the future or a parallel world. Why does “if only…” play such a major role?

    I would be the first one to admit that I’ve spent a considerable amount of time dwelling over the past or in most cases, daydreaming about the future. There have been a number of days where life feels stagnant and unmoving, and I wait eagerly for something to happen. Or sometimes it sweeps by so fast that I have to catch my breath and hope for life to slow down. There’s always the anticipation for something good happening, tomorrow.

    And, waiting for tomorrow with eagerness is perfectly fine. The trouble arises when Tomorrow starts overshadowing Today.

    If only (and this is a different kind of “if only”) we could stop wanting to wait for something to happen. If only we could be in the Now completely. How good it would be if we were to immerse ourselves in the current moment and enjoy it with all our hearts.

    Yes, I do enjoy holidays. Yes, I want to try a hundred different things while I’m at it. But when I’m here, in my present life, I want to welcome each day as it comes. I want to be able to savour each little event. I want to be able to enjoy every single cup of tea that I have. I want to be up to my neck in work and enjoy every moment of it. I want to listen to every song as if I’m hearing it for the first time.

    present

    I’m here. Today. Right now. And it’s a perfectly wonderful moment to be in.

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    September 4, 2013
    Category: Blogtember, Random Musings
    Tags: Balloon, Beach, Blogtember, Books, Holiday, Living in the present, Moment, Travel

  • I don’t do back story (usually)

    I’ve decided to take up a blogging challenge. It’s called the Blogtember and it’s hosted by the Story of my life blog. Since, I’ve never blogged this often (5 days a week), I may miss a few prompts, but nevertheless, one has to start somewhere. 🙂

    Here’s today’s prompt:

    Tuesday, Sept. 3: Describe where or what you come from. The people, the places, and/or the factors that make up who you are.

    Have any of you see the Disney movie Tangled? Remember Eugene’s dialogue? The one that goes “Oh, no, no, no, Blondie! I don’t do back story!”?

    Well, that’s exactly what I feel like saying right now. It’s so difficult to narrow down all the things and all the situations in my life to a few that “make me what I am”. It takes a million moments to form up a life, a lifestyle and an attitude towards life. For the life of me, I can’t think of a chosen few.

    Hence, this poetry, dedicated to my parents (I’ve started understanding the importance of clichés). They were the beginning of everything for me, and it is from them I’ve learnt the importance of diverging out and creating my own endings (or newer beginnings).

    Where I come from

    I come from rocks and rivers.

    One metamorphoses

    The other is ever-changing.

     

    I come from fire and ice.

    One glows proudly in your eye

    The other soothes you gently.

     

    I come from mountains and seas.

    One is the pillar of strength

    The other instils a sense of adventure.

     

    I come from days and nights.

    One looks at the jobs to be done

    The other makes me pick up the pen.

     

    I come from silences and sounds.

    One teaches me the importance of few words

    The other of connecting.

     

    I am all about balance.

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    September 3, 2013
    Category: Blogtember, Life in moments, Poetry
    Tags: Balance, Blogtember, Disney, Origin, Parents, Poetry, Tangled

  • The Other Life

    Then she woke up.

    She didn’t want to. She really didn’t. For a few minutes, she tried putting herself back to sleep, tried to dream the same dreams that she had been having. But alas, that wasn’t to happen. Sighing, she got out of bed to make herself a cup of tea.

    As the tea brewed, she sank back into the chair, closed her eyes and relived those dreams that had left eyes minutes ago.

    Girl on chair

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    The girl was six. It is strange how in dreams you just know these things; age, feelings. She was sitting on a swing, laughing, while her parents looked at her lovingly. What was surprising that nobody told the girl to get down and let her brother sit. Nobody told her not to laugh so loudly. Dreams were so abstract sometimes, she mused. It was as if it didn’t matter that she was a girl.

    The dream changed the scenes suddenly, as dreams usually do. One moment she was giggling on the swing, a mere child, the next moment, she was twelve. She wasn’t really afraid of the stain that she had found on her bed sheet that morning, just curious. Her mother was smiling at her, carefully explaining her the red, but she didn’t say anything about keeping away from others. She didn’t say that for five days every month, she would be untouchable. She didn’t say that her childhood was suddenly, brutally over. Dreams glossed over the truths of everyday life.

    Time passed so quickly in dreams; it was the one quality that dreams shared with reality. The dream began to gather speed now. She saw quick frames of her school, her university, the scholarships, her office. Dreams had an uncanny habit of concentrating too much on the minute details while breezing through the major happenings. She saw her home, her own home, with cream curtains and bookshelves that scaled entire walls.

    Only, it was a lie. All of it, the school, the university, everything. She never went to school after she got her period. She helped around the house, minded her younger brother. One evening, she was told to wear that new sari that she had got on her birthday. Some guests were coming. Six days later, she was married.

    The dream didn’t show those initial days after marriage, nor the subsequent years of abuse that followed. It didn’t show that endless wait for something; anything; the wait for life to happen. She was still stuck in the same heartless, loveless, bourgeois marriage. It was strange; all she saw was an alternate life, the life that she could have had, but didn’t.

    For five whole minutes, she allowed herself to go over each minuscule detail of that other life. She roamed about her house. Lovingly, she browsed through her books. She felt the smooth silk curtains in her hands. She admired the artwork on the walls.

    Then the tea was made.

    The husband woke up then. He came to the kitchen and grunted for tea. She poured him the cup and started brewing some for herself again. Her husband wasn’t an evil man. He just never knew any other way to live. She looked at him for a long moment before turning away with regret and helplessness.

    She went to the window sill to feed the pigeons. Then suddenly, she gave a wry smile. At least she had her cream curtains.

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    August 31, 2013
    Category: Stories
    Tags: Daydreaming, Dream, Feminism, Fiction, Inequality, Stories, Women

  • Nice Daddy, Dark Daddy!

    Picture this:

    Child, 3 years old, sitting on the bed, eating fruits. Well-meaning aunt, sitting besides, talking to the child.

    Well-meaning aunt: Child! Are you fair or dark?

    Child: Fair!

    Well-meaning aunt: And is you mother fair or dark?

    Child: Fair!

    Well-meaning aunt: And is your father fair or dark?

    A pregnant pause.

    Child: Papa nice!

    As you must have gathered, the father doesn’t meet the established parameters to be considered fair. The child is barely three, and yet, she knows two things:

    1. Being dark isn’t desirable.

    2. Diplomacy is required in the situation because you need to cover up the fact that Papa is dark.

    We live in a world full of prejudices and pre-conceived notions. What’s worse is that we are passing down these prejudices to our highly impressionable children. Children were supposed to be honest and unapologetic, right? Wrong. Children are being taught the value of diplomacy quite early these days.

    India, as a country, is obsessed with fairness. The market is flooded with advertisements of fairness creams and various other beauty products which are considered to be essential to our self-respect. And I just don’t mean women alone, though they are the major target audience.

    But I won’t go into a rant about why I think fairness products are highly unfair; we all have read and heard quite a lot about that. No, I’m going to talk about my life-long problem. Weight.

    Fast-forward by ten years. The child is thirteen, sitting on the table, having lunch. Well-meaning aunt, talking to the child.

    Well-meaning aunt: Why, you eat like a bird!

    Child: (stares incredulously ) But I’ve finished four full-sized rotis already!

    Well-meaning aunt: (ignoring the child) How thin you are! You should eat more.

    Child: But now I’m full.

    Well-meaning aunt: (to child’s mother) Why don’t you feed her enough?

    Child: (fuming inwardly) I eat enough. I’m genetically thin.

    Well-meaning aunt: (ignoring again) You are a growing child. You should eat enough.

    The child learns two things:

    1. First impressions are always the last impressions. If the aunt feels the child is thin and doesn’t eat enough, then no amount of food ingested in front of her will register in her mind.

    2. Science doesn’t hold water in front of prejudices and already-formed opinions.

    I’m genetically thin. Meaning that my parents were pretty thin when they were my age too. Meaning that my food habits may not necessarily correspond to my weight. But not many people would be ready to believe me.  People will insist that I’m “too thin”, and they are probably right; I am pretty skinny. But their “humorous” comments about it don’t really strike me as funny after I’ve heard them for over a hundred times. If making fun of somebody who’s fat is rude then why is it okay to make fun of someone who’s thin?

    Then comes the problem of our “khaate peete” relatives who believe that I don’t eat enough. They don’t care to listen to a word of my genetic woes and keep on insisting that I should “stop dieting”. Well, I don’t diet. Believe it. And if the dear relatives are satisfied that I eat enough of my own accord, then in that case, my poor mother is at fault, because apparently, she doesn’t feed me enough. Mummy khaana nahi khilaati hai kya? is a question that I’ve heard innumerable times. Thankfully this one has stopped after I got past the age of being spoon-fed, though by a considerable amount of time. (I would still hear it when I was thirteen; I assure everyone that I definitely started eating on my own way before that time.)

    I’ll take back the question that I asked: If making fun of somebody who’s fat is rude then why is it okay to make fun of someone who’s thin?

    Instead, the question should be this: Why do we have to attach so much importance to it?

    does it matter

    I think we spend way too much time thinking about stuff like weight and skin colour and what-nots. It’s one thing to want to be healthy and fit, and quite another to want to hear, “Oh you look great! Very skinny! Wow!” being said to you. Looking skinny is not equivalent to looking great and not being skinny doesn’t always mean being “healthy”. Why should I confine my body to one narrow-minded standard of beauty?

    Bottom line is this: I’m not going to eat more/less to suit other people’s notions. I’m not going to buy fairness/tanning products. I’m good. And you are too. 

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    August 18, 2013
    Category: Life in moments, Random Musings
    Tags: Fairness, Health, India, Prejudice, Weight

  • The Wonderful Team Member Readership Award 2

    I was awarded The Wonderful Team Member Readership Award by Michaela last week. Here’ s the original post.

    Here are the rest of the nominations for the award:

    Blogging Vogging

    Nilly Writes

    Lantern Post

    Nishita’s Rants and Raves

    Hope Avenue

    Tough Bananas

    Congratulations to everyone! Keep writing. 🙂

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    August 12, 2013
    Category: Awards

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