Seclusion.

These were almost too simple for a girl of that age to whine about. It meant the world to her, but too silly to the rest of the world, to even be shared or complain about. It was a weekend though. Not that it mattered. So during the wind up friday of an 18-year-old girl, getting ready for her weekend (only this time it was her vacation time), she was due to get her license to drive average cars on below-average roads. It was like any other holiday when she scheduled to visit an animal place that sunday, not with anyone specific. The schedule was to go on and that gave her joy. She did get her license card, was wasn’t given the original. Her guardian gave her a photocopy instead.

That saturday evening, while preparing her plans for the next day, her father worries upon diseases or infections got from animal places along with the sudden visit from a distant relative, announced only the previous night. She knew that the concern was merely a german hideout in world war 5 against the aliens of sakaar. (In other words the concern didn’t exist).

These two things almost choked her up. Not in any serious physical way, but the mental feeling to the thorax. The weekend was her last before school reopened and had to end this way. If he wanted to make it sound as a matter of concern, he would’ve trusted her with the original card and the visit to the animal place. It wasn’t seclusion at all. I think I was looking for the word “Deprived”. What do you think?

– Shrey, truely inspired by a true story.

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Thor: Ragnarok

Thor-Ragnarok

Ragnarök is third in line to the Thor series and has shown to be the most successful. It definitely stood out from the other marvel movies collectively, for two reasons. First one being the bold choice made in incorporating humour to the max (for an action film). This movie has seen the most amount of comedy content compared to its predecessors. The second reason is the transformation in how Thor is represented. Every thing right from his thunder-shaded eyes, to his hairstyle and less of hammer usage counted in for this movie’s success. Ragnarök is a prophecy that Asgard will meet its end when the Demon of fire casts his eternal flame onto it. Odin dies in this movie, but stays in Thor’s conscience throughout to guide him. The rightful first-born child of Odin, the Goddess of Death , who was banished due to her need to feed on excessive power from Asgard,  is the main villain in this movie. She hunts down her way into Asgard, through meeting her brothers. Thor loses his hammer during his first meeting with his sister, Hela, when she crushes it. On their way through the Bifrost portal, Hela pushes the brothers out of the portal and they end up in a strange garbage planet called Sakaar where Loki comes of favour to the Grandmaster there while Thor, ends up as a contestant (captured by 142 who was a Valkyrie) due to his portrayal of restrain. The sword that unlocks the Bifrost is taken and protected by Heimdall who guides the people of Asgard to safety hiding. Hela exposes Odin’s secrets and feels betrayed for not being given credit. She raises her old army from the dead, using the eternal fire. He however faces his friend Hulk and almost defeats him. Later Thor, convinces Hulk and 142 to make an escape route to save Asgard. While escaping, Hulk encounters an old recording of Romanoff from the Quinjet that he landed in. This turns him back to Bruce Banner for the first time since the last battle. They make their way back to Asgard in one of the Grandmaster’s jets, through the biggest wormhole. Thor, holding the army down, realizes that the prophecy was not just to destroy Asgard but to put an end to Hela once and for all (since she draws power from Asgard). Thus he asks Loki to initiate the Ragnarök while the other fight the army. His new friends Korg and Meik, from Sakaar, bring a jet to accommodate the people of Asgard. Surtur is released and he destroys Asgard for good. The moral being the fact that Asgard isn’t a place but a people. So Thor is crowned King in the escape vessel and they move into a journey in search of places to start their civilization but eventually leads his people to Earth. The scene where, in Thor’s conscience (when he blacks out when struck by Hela’s blow), Odin tells him that he is the God of Thunder not the God of Hammers and ask him to use his power without the hammer, was my personal favorite. This gave him lots of hope and carried forward successfully.

– Shreyy, who would slay to watch it over and over again.

An art form ♥

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I intend to write this article to shine some light on a long gone habit. The art of appreciation, if thought on properly, probably never even existed. It only showed up when in need of favors. And so to say, it feels good to mention the amount of appreciation each person feels they should receive when they couldn’t do it themselves.

Most things in life are got from reciprocation. The world is, after all, the interdependence of life forms to keep life going. If a slow thought process was put into this matter, no one really needs to spend their time appreciating others. It’s a short life. People want to achieve a lot of fame, money, happiness, and appreciation. Why, when you can’t reciprocate, do you even expect it?

I’ve had this personal experience with the housemaid at a friend’s place. I was served tea and I had to confess to the hands who made it, that it was one of the best teas I’ve ever had. She (my friend) showed me to her maid and I said, “thank you, aunty!! That was a wonderful tea”. She was so contented and a wide smile spread across her face. I felt proud that day. As if I had achieved something no one has done in that house.

Let alone appreciating outsiders, how many of us say thank you to our mothers and fathers for working hard to make our lives relatively easy? If this is of any help, I’ve started to inculcate the habit of thanking, pretty consciously. It does work. I’ve seen improvements in our communications ever since.

We thank artists for their good movies, music, food, design and what not. But you pay them to appreciate them. The art of appreciation comes free. Comes at no cost, but just to spread happiness and that alone. I suggest you give it a try. You’ll never leave empty-handed. Next time you see someone comforting someone else or helping selflessly or indirectly aids you, do not forget to say Thank You!

– Shrey, feeling blessed about this change.

P.S. : This post was inspired by a good friend of mine slash follower 🙂

 

Dear butter-legs…

This is a letter to someone very special to me, that I wrote down recently. 

Everybody has a story. This guy (butter-legs), turned my life around from a very long time. I’ve both hated and loved him. After all, he earns me a lot of attention. But I’ve hated him more for the hurting he has caused so far.

Dear Butter-legs,

I’m doing alright without you. How are you doing? I hope everything has set in well, lately. I write this letter to tell you a mixture of things that I think you should know.

Firstly I have to let you know that ever since you left me, 5 years ago, life has been great. I was able to concentrate on my studies and live my little life peacefully. I know you are better off without me too. But, from what I presume, our lives were meant to cross each others’. Therefore, I don’t blame fate for making us meet on the 3rd of september, 2017. It was a fine sunny sunday, if I’m right. I was about to make my way back home from a relative’s place and there you were, waiting right outside their house. You were begging me to negotiate us getting back together. And because I let my guard down, you made me fall for you. (literally!). From then on I’ve learnt to live with you in harmony. I suggest that we take breaks from each other often, so that I can work on my personal life.

I hope you understand why. Write back only when you can. I’m not that eager to hear from you.

Yours me.

Shrey, who is in an affair with butter-legs!

Rage…

It is okay to hate me for this. This is how I have felt all along. It is one of the core reasons that I started blogging. For beauty is only in the heart and not elsewhere. But the world could never accept this. It puts me in anger, when I see people looking and raving only for the beauty on the outside. It hurts rather, that for normal looking people, who’ve a beautiful inside, get rejected and hurt. For instance, a girl I know was not allowed to march for a national parade, because of her dark complexion. The very projection that Indians are white, is all that matters and is all that will ever matter to the government and the selection committee. So I get angry. When a girl with lots of money and fame, walks into a hall with other people on the same page, she gets accepted. But when a beautiful soul walks into the lives of terrific people, it gets rejected. It hurts me when I see, with my own eyes, that there are Indians who try acting, talking and behaving outlandish to their fellow Indians who aren’t well off. A person my friend knew once, was put into so much depression and that led to a lot of follow-up problems at a very young age.

It is like an unclear picture that I’m trying to paint in my head. Yet I end up converting them to words. The humiliation people have to put up with. It hurts. The closure a person is comfortable with in a scaring dark way. The insecurity when it comes to society. You’re not ugly, Society is! Yet there’s this dark voice in each one’s mind. Will I really be able to accept reality? Or is it rather better to put up with the falseness prevailing and keep pushing on. For independency is trending now. So is rejection, I suppose. It wouldn’t really occur to you unless you face it. It’ll be the world against you. But all you’ll have in mind are the memories of how you’ve treated people and how that’s backfiring at you?

This is just a general rage on the ways and means of our society. People fall for what their actors portrait on-screen. They get deeply affected by the promotions. It is after all soothing to know that you’re one among the million people following it. No one rather wants to be that one in a million kind of person. When traitors are hit with an amplitude of realisation, ask them, “I’m sorry, did my back hurt your knife?”. I believe in forgiving but never forgetting. Be it good or bad. When you feel let down at any point of time in life, don’t try to end it. Instead try to live up to your beautiful dreams and prove your haters, wrong!

I totally support loneliness. I’ve been there and it’s an interchangeable phase that I visit often, to keep my calm and keep myself intact. So don’t feel awful if you’re there. You are, in fact, gifted to be there yourself. Quality time alone matters. It helps you bring out the best version of yourself…truely for the better!!

This has nothing to do with how my life is going on right now. But this was purely for those who’ve been through the above phases of life and desperately need help or at the least, a feeling of oneness. And through my thoughts, if you’ve achieved it, do let me know. I’ll keep improving. The word trigger means a lot. To me, if used in a good way, it’ll improve the way everyone sees life these days.

– Shreyy, always here to help you, the way I was helped :’)

Untitled feelings. 

Expectations might be high now… People’s perspective vary. It’s called perspective for that very reason. And so they say, you’ll find ‘the ones’ once you’ve gotten there. People from the past will stay , they said. You’ll just have to keep in touch and you’ll manage. New people will not dominate. It’s going to be tough. That’s the one thing that happens to be right. No one will stay and help you. It seems fair though. If there’s a mutual feeling of helplessness, it’s manageable. And then you wake up weeping. Wishing you could go back to how it used to be. The old times when everything seemed stable. When you didn’t have to spend much time or money to get happiness. When friends backstabbed less. Not that they like backstabbing less, but they loved loyalty more. Everything’s changed now. You’ve grown up. Expected to behave. Behave according to a set of expectations. It’s a cycle all over again. Empty your mind. Live up to your dreams. Not that of others. 

Welcome to college. 

– Shreyy, who is still processing. 

Such Testing Times!

This week had some amazing turn of events in store for me. Long story short:

  •  Life skills were put to test. Living alone wasn’t new, but living alone added with pain was something new. I gained confidence to a whole new level and definitely the hard way. 
  • New songs now have new meanings to me, out of the blue.
  • Driving lessons were brought before my eyes, the hard way. 
  • Friendships were put to the ultimate test. There was all of a sudden a clear division between those who mattered and those who didn’t. 
  • Family became the first priority and bonds grew stronger. 
  • Sacrifice was at it peak, from all sides of relations. It was something beautiful to notice. 
  • Distractions in class shot straight up and the importance of sleep,  besides taking decisions, was learnt. 
  • Changes were brought in each and every person involved, for the better. 
  • Finally, managing different things at once, was possible through practice. 

One should rather not avoid such a week full of experiences. It felt like life was taught all together in a week’s time and I wasn’t really looking forward to that. If such a thing is to happen to a normal person like me, it ought to happen to anybody, no matter how high or low. I’d say you’d rather stay prepared for anything to happen at ANYTIME. It’s the least you can do. 

– Shreyaa, enriched a step higher 😁

A Hidden message.

She knows that she wouldn’t like it, if she told him this soon. So she kept it a secret. A secret only one person other than her self-consciousness knew. She tried giving him hints and ways of unobvious means, so as to not spoil the existing trust. She took him out and bought him food, for that was one thing she knew was his weak spot. Not just that, she also cherished each and every bite they had together.

He never failed her at timings and that made her feel special. He would walk her till she left the campus to a safe distance, each and every time. A part of her always kept telling her that he would feel the same way. But the risks of spoiling the existing trust were high. She kept it a secret, even when she was dying on the inside, to tell him. She’d rather wait a whole lifetime, if she had one, for him to own up.

To own up that their bond was special. Their bond was covalent. That their bond was something more than that which humans share. She was a biotechie and he was her department doggie.

– Shreyy, who just narrated a real life story.

P.S. – The dog was called Popsy ❤ …

Travel satisfaction (Inspiration task 4)

Pictorially

inspire

Out of the above four given choices, I chose the first picture. This picture represents a girl (to me) glancing at a path in a forest. This picture may represent a lot of things to different people and therefore interpretation depends mainly on perception.

Speaking from the girl’s perspective …

That girl wouldn’t have hesitated to barge into the forest , would’ve taken a million pictures of the forest and would’ve planned on staying in there, if that girl was me.             If not, there would’ve been a hard starboard making towards home.

From the audience’s view …

It would probably look like Frost’s “Road not taken”, where the girl isn’t posed with obvious different pathways, but it might spark a thought though.

If otherwise…

It seems to me that the girl is pretty darn cold and the location suggests why…

 

– Shreyy, with a vague intention towards the picture.

TBH with TB

“This must be a duty “, said my heart to my mind. “More like an inherited responsibility perhaps!”,replied my mind. But how could I have not known what these two were discussing about, when both of them rightfully belonged to me. And so the third angle look into the situation said that I needed more investigation. What I was only armed with those two very meager statements.

Duty? Really? What sort of duty calls without the receiver not knowing the duty itself. STRANGE. Should I dig up family history? Maybe history of fights or diseases? Diseases seems like a possible option. I’ve been looking up that topic for a while now. And if it ‘inherited’ as they say, then maybe …I GET IT NOW. OH!! It is TB. Dad had it a year before I was born. Of course it is my duty to blog about it.

Or did they refer to some duty, way off-limits? Something like campaigning. But TB isn’t even an epidemic anymore. Not as it used to be. Why then, dear heart? Why’d you call it a duty? Is there something I’m missing out on…? Or am I not able to connect the dots. Am I losing my analytical skills…or is it just over-thinking? Must be the latter. That’s just too many questions to answer.

So I start to research on the case. Interrogating the patient alone would be less fruitful. There would’ve been blacking out scenes after all. So mum was a good choice. But I needed someone who would’ve been less emotional and more involved into the case at the same time. The  DOC! Luckily it was my uncle. He kept beating around my bush. And while connecting the dots, it seemed that all of them were keen on hiding something about it, from me. “Who then, would answer without reconsideration, my mind?”, I asked her. And she kept ignoring my cross-references (On purpose!).

I hate to abruptly end this investigation. Some things are meant to remain hidden. In this case , the case of the misinterpreted treatment of TB… Case not revealed and closed!

– Shreyy, who just had to write this…