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{August 26, 2015}   Pray, Love, Eat … in that order …

I have a lot of faith in prayer. Prayer is like a Pranayam (breathing exercise) for the soul. Praying takes you closer, closer inside, to your own precious and powerful self.

Once you get in touch with your true self, you become effortless. Praying is one way. For me, praying is very similar to meditating. Just close your eyes, and start drifting inwards.

~As originally posted on Here to Help.



{August 22, 2015}   Mori, Uttarakhand

Last weekend was amazing. I had been invited by a acquaintance to accompany a group of (bike) riders for a long-weekend (4 days) ride to a place called Mori, in Uttarakhand. I had never heard of the place before, but when I saw the pics on google, I got interested and said Yes. Also, an old acquaintance from Hyderabad too was joining in, so it would’ve been nice to meet up and all.

We were supposed to leave 15th (Aug) morning, so I wrapped up this outing with my dear pal Gur on 14th evening and reached home in time to pack and rest and all. Though I knew that there would be no sleeping for me cos’ of late my sleep cycle had completely turned and settled at the 7 am – 3 pm time slot; so I knew there was no way I will be sleepy before 6 am, and we had to leave by 5:30 – 6 am the next morning.

Lo and behold, I reach home and receive a call from the person who’d invited me saying how most people have cancelled and asking how will I make it to the meeting place at 5:30 in the morning and I will be very uncomfortable and all etc. It was clear that he wanted me to say No, but wasn’t saying so. At first I said ok, I won’t come, and ended the call. Then I got pissed, and duly took it out in a WhatsApp msg, after which he gave in and reluctantly agreed to take me along. :)

Anyhow, the ride started pretty uncomfortable. My bum and the entire lower area started hurting like crazy, like I was sitting on a stone bamboo, and each bump would hit and hurt like crazy. It was weird, cos’ I have gone on rides before, as a pillion, and I had never felt like that before. At one point I felt that I couldn’t breath it hurt so bad. After about 2-3 hrs of excruciating pain, and 2 stops later, I couldn’t keep it in and verbalised my pain. One of the bikers (there were total 3 bikes, and 4 of us) pointed out that i was sitting way out on the back seat, and that my bum was literally hanging half-out, so of course it was hurting. And the guy I was with also added that yes his seat indeed was a tad harder than other seats. Thankfully, the guy I knew from my Hyderabad days kindly offered to take me as pillion; and the rest of the way, though it was painful as the area I think had become sore, wasn’t unbearable. Also, I bought a small cushion when we stopped at Mussourie; it helped.

And then the A-M-A-Z-I-N-G bit started, the mountains, the lush green, the clouds rolling in. The next 3 days passed by as if in a dream. The guys loosened up to the only (stranger) girl who’d tagged along and relaxed and started sharing, their conversations, their dawa, and their daru.

We couldn’t make it to Mori, as planned, and spent the first night in this beautiful little hamlet called Damta. Beautiful place, beautiful people. It was dark by the time we reached there, but thankfully we found a place that offered decent enough rooms; I think the only place in that small hamlet, a little bigger than a village I think. I found out later that it was a stop-over for buses and jeeps on their way from the mountain tops to Dehradun and all. After freshening up, and some good dinner, we made ourselves comfortable on the balcony overlooking the mountain stream and the hills beyond, sipping drinks and sharing ghost stories. The lush, green hills were only dark silhouettes now against the very faint glow of the cloudy sky. There were clouds all around, and mist, which glowed like a celestial wonder every time the lights of a car or truck got reflected each time it turned at the mountain bend. And then it started to rain, close to the middle of the night, and the power wen off. I could’ve sat there all night, enjoying the rain, the cool, cool, breeze and drizzle falling all over me with the wind. Alas, I hadn’t slept the night before, and we did have to ride some more next day to reach Mori. So around 1:30 am, we bid adieu to each other and I was out before my head hit the pillow. I got up at 6 and was mesmerised by the green, lush beauty all around. Thinking how lucky one is to be able to live at a place like this.

Damta

Damta

After about 3-4 hrs of riding enveloped in more cool, lush, green and breathtaking pine forests, we reached Mori. And wow, the google pics had not done it justice at all. Actually no “picture” can do the beauty of the place justice. So, so pretty, and idyllic, and the mountain river that gushed past all along the ride, sometimes looking dangerous, sometimes playful and inviting. If only one could come here every weekend. Sigh!! :) Apparently the local people call the river Vinashak (destroyer). We arranged for rooms, dumped our stuff and headed out in search for a place where we could wet our feet. After looking around a bit we found a perfect spot, under a small bridge. And that is where the story of my “current pain” started unfolding. After having sat in the cold, cold, but very refreshing waters, I came out and tied just a sarong around my waist. On the way back, I spotted a mountain waterfall and asked my friend, the biker, to stop, which he did promptly. And I did something I had never done before; I tried to get off from the other side of the bike, the side that has the hot, hot exhaust pipe. I not only have a burn, I have a deep, 2nd degree burn for which I am going to the doctor daily now to get the dressing changed. Hopefully, another week-10 days from now and it will heal, though leaving a scar…a battle scar…ha :D

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The next day we started riding around randomly and found this unbelievable little mountain stream, a little upstream, which was deep enough to enjoy the gushing waters massaging the back but not so deep that we’d get swept by the water. It was the most amazing, memorable afternoon ever. And a little boy joined us, Navin, grade 4. The innovative little child. He build little rafts with pieces of tree bark strewn all around, sticking two pieces of wooden sticks in it. He would then throw the raft up stream with all his might and then jump, swim, and splash around to catch it as it came down the stream. It was so much fun just looking at him play.

Navin

Navin

Mountain stream

Mountain stream

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If only, I could spend the entire week there, frolicking about in the cold, healing, refreshing waters. Water so cold, but not biting, soothing rather … I had never thought that I’d be able to take it, even step into it, but not only did I step in that cold, cold water, I sat there, enjoying it, gushing past all over me.

A most beautiful, memorable experience.

On the way

On the way

On the way back, I decided to bus it. I am glad that I did. I took a diversion and went to Paonta Sahib gurudwara; did darshan, had the yummy langar. And then people told me that it’s best to go to Yamuna Nagar and then take a Delhi bus. People were right; I reached Yamuna Nagar, and then took a bus to reach Delhi via Karnal, Panipat. It was a beautiful bus ride too all over. Had a good, good time. :)

From the bus

From the bus

Paonta Sahib from the Yamuna bridge

Paonta Sahib from the Yamuna bridge



{August 14, 2015}   Be glad…for even those tiny things… :)

I am going out on a small 4-day trip, and before leaving I would like to say this to all the people in the world.

Be glad !! There’s so, so, so much to be glad about… :)

I will be back and available on the 19th. Call me then.

:)

~As originally posted on Here to Help.



{August 12, 2015}   I can help you clean your mess in life…

Life is messy. That is one big thing that makes life what it is; it is messy. Sometimes, it just so happens that the mess becomes so much and so bad that you wish that you could turn right back around and not look at all that clutter ever again. And what’s beautiful about life is, that you can. You can get out of that room, close the door, and never go there, if you so wish.

But after all, it is your house; where will you go. If you don’t take care of it, there will always be a really messy “room” of your life, lying unused and getting dirtier by the day. It will keep affecting the true potential of your life, not letting you feel free, be free, truly live your life.

Take one step at a time. Try and not look at all that mess as one big mountain of mess. Here is what you can do:

1. Figure out which is the best time of the day for you; the time of day when you are most awake and alert and also in a comparatively good mood. In that best time of the day, get your best beverage, if you have one, and sit down with a paper and pen, or pencil.

2. Now close your eyes and focus. Focus on that mountain of mess. And then, as it comes to your mind, jot down all that is causing that mess, one point after another.

3. From that list, start prioritising. You can either start with the easiest thing that you can deal with; for example, a habit you can modify to positively affect your life, though it can be anything else. Or, the one thing that is contributing greatly to all that mess; for example, a person, or it could be anything else. You need to deal with that thing or person systematically.

4. Now tell yourself, “This is my mess and I am responsible for it.” Try and say it with a smile on your face. With a smile, you can always fake it till you make it, so go ahead and smile even if you don’t feel it coming. :) As you start taking ownership and responsibility, you will feel that you are slowly and gradually getting some clarity and some strength and some sense to deal with all that mess.

5. Take a deep breath, keep calm, and slowly start towards cleaning up your life; one small thing at a time. It may take time, and some effort, but one day, soon, you’ll be rid of it all, all that mess that once was, and you will have nothing but a squeaky, clean, happy life.

I am a Hypnotherapist based in Delhi; if you wish, I can help you clean your mess.

~As originally published on Here to Help.



{August 10, 2015}   Believe…

If you’ve seen the movie ‘Kung Fu Panda’, there’s a scene where Po’s dad explains to Po the secret to his successful ‘Secret Ingredient Soup’. The secret is that there is no secret ingredient. It’s just plain ol’ noodle soup. It’s the believing that it’s special that makes it so.

And so it is with us. We all have the spark; we all have that special “secret ingredient”. We just need to start believing in that fact, and in ourselves. :)

~As originally posted on Here to Help.



{August 07, 2015}   <3

Be quiet. Contemplate. In quiet contemplation, you will find something. Something precious…

~As originally posted on Here to Help.



{August 07, 2015}   Life till now… :)

For some strange reason, I never forget the password for this blog. I just logged in (after a long time) and realised that. I normally forget everything if I haven’t been using it for some time; names, places, way to someplace, even my debit card pin code; yep, I am really short on cash…too lazy to go to the bank. Anyways, and just now when I logged in here, my fingers just glided over the keys, knowing. :) I guess that’s true love… :)

Anyways, been here after long. So much has happened since I last frequented this place; my dear place, my place of venting and comfort. Mostly because, there was nothing to vent really, or even share. I have reached this place of peace in my heart and in my mind…it’s all quiet. I rarely even listen to loud music anymore. Or maybe it’s just a phase. Anyways, it’s good while it’s on. I am enjoying it.

So, I was in Hyderabad for three months after I got laid off…that was in May 2013. Now that’s a very interesting story too. I had been thinking of quitting since Dec 2012; and every month I almost did. For most of it, I have my good friend Mee to thank, cos’ she kept pestering me to hang on for a while and see what’ll happen, that I am getting the money anyways. And she was right, there was never work, since I had started 5 years ago. People who were career-smart had quit long back and joined other firms. Me, well my laziness got the better of me, for one; then, Cy was older, but not old enough. With hardly any work, it became possible for me to spend most of my time at home, with Cy; we were both enjoying it thoroughly. :) We did have an amazing time, traveling, shopping, just having fun, like two old friends with a 28 yrs age difference. :)

Anyways, most of my last 5 months, I was going to work at 11 am and coming back by 4 pm; I found it ideal. By May I had decided, pakka this time, that the moment I get my pay on June 1, I will go and put in my papers. I had made up my mind at last, after all those months. And lo and behold, just a few days before pay-day, my manager calls me in, and I see the HR person sitting there with a very serious look on her face. And they inform me that I have been laid off and that they’ll give me 5 months salary as severance. My manager seemed almost to tears; I was struggling to not smile; happy, joyous giggles were bursting forth inside of me. That was a good day. :)

What I did next was pretty stupid though. I spent the next three months, just going crazy. Spending money, having fun, not caring, or thinking. And then I did something even more stupid, money-wise; I moved to Auroville (near Pondicherry/Puducherry) without any planning or preparation; wasting a hell load of money in the process. I have never been good with money, or thinking. :-/ But it was a good time, in Auroville, I’ll always cherish those memories. :)

I was in Delhi by Nov end, and since then I have been around, mostly between Mumbai and Delhi, with a small stint in Kodaikkanal.

The past one year has proved to be very defining for me. In was looking for work search for work, and ended up enrolling for a course in Clinical Hypnotherapy. I felt I have come home. I am a Hypnotherapist now, and also a (Sound) Healer; having done some work with the Himalayan/Tibetan Singing bowls. It’s been an amazing journey of not only a lot of self-realization, but a lot of other little revelations.

I am starting a small venture of sorts of my own now and am working towards it; very slowly though in the typical ‘me’ fashion. :) Well, working towards changing the typical me too, just a bit.

Bless me y’all, and dear Universe.

:)



{April 28, 2015}   Are you following your Life Plan..?

Life plan may differ from life purpose. Purpose of all life, is to mingle. Mingle with everything, become nothing, become everything. In fulfilling that (higher) purpose, we follow our different, individual (life) plans. Having no plan, is also a good plan. As a matter of fact, if followed diligently, it might lead to fulfilling your life purpose. Coming back to life plans, the simplest plan to follow is, to be…to ‘be in the moment’. Such tremendously used and abused phrase, yet so, so ridiculously not-understood, rarely followed. That’s the thing, there is nothing to understand, but just ‘let go’. Ahahahahahahaha…I am full of clichés today. That letting go seems the hardest ever thing to do. We find it so extremely difficult that we even keep our butt-holes clinched so many times. Keep it relaxed. Learn to let go.

Just like sometimes when you visit a grocery-store to buy something specific and you end up buying so many other things but what you came for; in the same way you get so terribly distracted in your childhood years itself that you barely even remember, or feel or recall what makes you happy. Sticking to your life-plan makes you happy. That is why all the wise-people, ever, anywhere, advise you to do what makes you happy. But be careful to not do it against anybody’s else’s wishes; nothing that could land you in jail, or worse, in eternal debt of someone. Kidding. What truly makes you happy, takes you closer to (divine) joy, will/can never include harming anyone, or making anyone unhappy. By anyone I mean everyone, people and animals–life.

Be humble, be honest (to yourself foremost), and be happy, in this moment, every moment.

1. Stop procrastinating. Get back to work.

2. If you don’t have work, just sit and start meditating. Start with just sitting 2 mins a day, focussing on your breath. Make searching for information on (chakra) meditation make your work, and try them all.

3. If you have work, assign hrs in the day to accomplish just that work alone, and nothing else.

4.Keep sometime in the day, or the week to study and research more about your work so you keep getting better at it.

5. Take time off for yourself. Spend some quality time with yourself in a beautiful, peaceful place, in nature, near water, or mountains.

6. Smile, or force a smile on your face as often in the day as you can. This is one thing you can fake to eventually make.

~As originally posted on Here to Help.



{March 17, 2015}   And God looked upon humanity and yelled in amazement “Seriously..!!??!!”

We have shrunk the world. It was never meant to be…shrunk. Maybe. We should not have done that. Reach another corner of the big, vast globe in a matter of hours.

Look how vast the sea is, the oceans, the mountains, so huge and high. How dare we crossed the vast oceans, (sur)pass the mighty mountains ranges in leaps and bounds. How dare we!?!

The universe is expanding. And look what we did. We shrunk the world. Our minds with it. We were never supposed to conquer these huge distances in one giant leap; we were supposed to take it slow, walk gently, see, take it all in, love…one small, though-rich, loving step at a time.

We are born at a particular place with that place’s unique characteristics, it’s goodsses and badsses (my precioussss), its environment affecting us, integrating with us at not just a physical, but also a psychological, emotional, and a deeply spiritual level; and all the other levels as there might be. Like mangoes, or any fruit, grows only where it belongs. Take the seed a bit higher, or lower, and it won’t … seed. We belong where we are born. But yes, a lot of us, do move. Some to really far off places. To balance out, the imbalances. And when all is done and is fine, you reach (back) home…

Buddha, our guru Nanak, they all walked around everywhere. Maybe there is something to it. Walking around…to new places. Maybe it acclimatises your body, your soul, your energies, or what be it. And then we go “fly” and shock our poor systems, already under duress of our sad “modern” lives…



{February 19, 2015}   Wake up Woman !!

I admire Nina Gupta. For she is one woman, who is her own person, an individual, a human being. It is rare for a woman to be that. For almost always, a woman is either someone’s daughter, and then someone’s wife. In some cultures, a woman is not even a person, a human-being; she is just someone to be suffered and dominated and hidden and used as a vessel to bear children and serve the man. The more “progressive” societies or cultures have not progressed much either; as far as development of a woman as a complete, independent individual goes; as far as “empowerment” of women goes. Women still tag themselves with their husband’s name. The more adventurous types retain their “maiden” names, but still hyphenate and let the husband’s name define them. I say that they have not progressed because they still need that support. Even though many of these women are financially independent, they need the support of the husband’s name to feel secure, emotionally secure, secure in this (man’s) society; although there are equal numbers of women here.

What’s in a name!?! A lot. Everything for some (women). They’d rather have the husband’s name, even though the husband may be absent from the marriage.

And that is why I get quizzical looks (lessor now, thankfully, than about 20 years back) when I mention the subject (to a woman) of giving their child their (last) name. And I give an equally quizzical look back. Many women are just bullied into naming their child what their husband’s or husband’s family want the little ones to be named; many don’t (won’t) even think about it, as, well, what?? What are you even talking about?

I don’t know Nina Gupta (personally). But what she did was, is, admirable; she is her own person, an individual. Something most women are not. She gave her child her name, and look sisters, she survived. As a matter of fact, she is doing just fine.

Wake up women, dear sisters, take what is yours, starting with your names, your identities. Don’t give up, do not give in.

Just FYI, I gave my child my name. This was one thing I was sure about since I was a little girl myself.

As originally posted on my other blog, Here to Help.



{February 13, 2015}   awesome massage place… :)

ok, so, after whining since forever about no good massage places around, i decided to take things in my own two deprived of hand-lotion for quite some time now hands. so i went to this little corner salon, which is ok for quick cleaning and washing etc. but i just wanted a nice head massage and i thought one can’t really go wrong with that. well, i went wrong with that. they assigned this two-bit kid to me, all fidgety and not-interested at all in what he was doing. i tried to keep my eyes closed and just enjoy some finger movement on my head, at least feel my hair being tossed about. when i couldn’t, at all, i opened my eyes and realised why. there he was, that dumb-***k, with his hands on my head and his eyes intently scrutinizing something in the far corner of the room. no wonder. i had almost given up hoping when he moved away briefly and came back with this machine thingie. and whatdya know, a vibrator for the head. and wow…boy…could it vibrate. he put the thing on his hand like a glove and when he kept that hand on my head…wow…boy…could it vibrate. and i couldn’t enjoy that either cos i kept thinking about somehow taking that thing home and putting it to better use.

anyways, i got out of there quite dissatisfied and “wanting more”, and i remembered seeing this nice looking thai foot spa close by, further up the road and decided to give it a shot. that was the best decision i made in quite some time. after the awesome pépé in auroville, the one with the magic, healing hands, today i found true joy and happiness at the sabai foot spa in juju, with the sweet akhui. :) though i started with the most basic foot massage as i just wanted to check the place out, 10-15 mins into the massage i knew i have found “the place” and got myself an upgrade. wow…how that sweet looking guy twisted and turned me then, after lovingly massaging and stretching my legs into soft, cocooned, warm, radiating individuals. i had died and gone to heaven. :) at one point i was pretty sure that he was gonna break my neck…but i was relaxed, and ready for it. and he didn’t; he just rolled it around and about, moving to my back, and yes, head too…wow, may everyone in this universe be blessed with such bliss. thank you universe… :)

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{January 04, 2015}   ..

the world ( or the world around me) seems to be full of mostly two types of people. those, who are F-U-L-L of themselves, and those who are really desperately trying to ape those who are full of themselves. where are the people, the real people, who are themselves .. ?

the lost race…who is not at all sure of who, or what it constitutes. who doesn’t know where it is headed, doesn’t even care. the clan of the good, the good natured, the always smiling…

i miss you my brothers and sisters…come and get me…i am waiting…



{January 01, 2015}   Wishing you all a happy, joyous 2015 :)

wow…the new year, 2015, has started. i had been eagerly waiting for this day, jan 1. i had planned a couple of things for today. but all i did was sleep. :) i ate and i slept. oh well, that’s great too.

this new year, i wish that everyone (including me) would be just a little more considerate, a little more thoughtful. eons back, i was sitting with two people; two very loved people. and one had recently chosen the path of spiritualism, discovering the importance of ‘me’, and ‘i’, and how it is important that to truly discover that ‘me’, that ‘i’, one needs to surpass other people’s expectations and focus on the ‘me’, the ‘i’; was what he had started preaching to one and all. and then the other person, in the picture, needed to go somewhere, and she requested that he comes along. i remember that with some annoyance in his voice (or maybe i just felt it, the annoyance) he had said no to the requested and yet again pressed upon the fact that he needed to first consider his needs over the needs of those around him, to reach greater spiritual heights. the girl just sat there, feeling sad cos she really wanted to go out with him. that pierced my heart, that forlorn look in her eyes. i should’ve told him them, what i am expressing here now that every now-and-then, forgetting that ‘me’, the ‘i’, and doing something for someone else is just going to give you that extra push into the realm of the enlightened.

and thus this wish for all of you my loved ones. be thoughtful, be considerate. if you see or meet someone that needs a friend, be their friend. it’s not like you need to spend hours on that activity, or even go out more often than you do; maybe they just need to talk with someone every once-in-a-while, or maybe they just need that assurance that they have a friend. go ahead, be a friend. or someone just needs a smile, or an understanding nod of approval. go ahead, give it, it might make their day, or week. even if you don’t have 1000s, but giving a 100 to someone might mean the world to them; go ahead, give them that 100; it’ll add tons to you good karmic weight. :)

this year, go ahead and give… :)



{December 29, 2014}   aajkal…

i haven’t been writing regularly of late cos i have been feeling quite quiet inside. also, nothing really is happening. what with my knee swollen and ankle hurting and overall pains since the little Kodi adventure i have been kinda stuck to staying at home (or what home is aajkal), and life has generally been a peaceful, placid lake; no uthal-puthal. so much so that the brain too has been relaxed and is not coming up with things to say. there has been no (brain) chatter, mindless, mindful, none.

a couple of days back, i went for a job interview–my second one since the time i got laid-off in may 2013. and like the one i gave last year, this too went pretty well, and no, not just i think so, it did. and exactly like the previous one, they never got back to me. i am telling you dear folks and friends, the universe really does wish for me to not work a regular 9-5. i could write more; i am writing more. but to write something substantial, i will have to (need to) change myself. I will have to (need to) start planning and work towards a composition. as of now i just sit and start typing away, hence i only mostly write short stories. till now i have just been satisfying myself with quickies. i need to (have to) start getting comfortable with the idea of something … long-term. hmmm…



{December 27, 2014}   who needs moss…

i am a bhatakti hui naav, in a large, large, un-s-pacific ocean. no land in sight; no hope for, or wish to, sight any. like a big, heavy camel, bloated with all that i have caged and am now gripping tightly within , lost, deep in the vast, global-scale sahara (mera sahara, bus ye sahara), just walking around, imprinting on the soft sands, letting the hot, harsh winds singe the soft skin of the cheeks. oh hold on, wait, camels don’t have soft-skinned cheeks…heeheehee!! :)

…who needs moss, rolling is fun… :D

bhatakna and lost do not carry negative connotation here…

in other news, i have (yet again) started having paranthas every morning, my favourite breakfast … soon will the come the day now that i will deeply regret it… sighhhh …

and … hehehe … tried to pass off cy as an adult (almost) for an A movie (ugly; really wanted to watch it) … didn’t work. as much as she tried to “stand tall” and look serious, the guy at the ticket counter said, “ma’am, inko allow nahi karengey” :P :)



{December 24, 2014}  

kabhi tumney apney ghar se nikala thaa, keh key kee ab tumhari zindagi mein koi aur hai. aaj mein tumhey apni zindagi se nikalti hun, ab meri zindagi koi aur hai…



{November 29, 2014}   decisions..

do you decide and live your life; or do you not decide and (just) live. are you a planner (when it comes to life), or do you take each day as it comes. i personally, am not a planner. thought i plan well, and in ahead, for trips and all, or parties, or any other event(s); but in life, i normally just live each day as it comes. if i have tried planning, kabhi, it has rarely worked out, and i had been left with no choice but to ’embrace’, and embrace i did, and felt happier. so it has been ok overall, till now.



{November 17, 2014}   ‘i’m beautiful’, my favourite chant/mantra for meditation :)

i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, like the pristine water flowing down the streams, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, like the cool breeze dancing among the trees, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, like the fresh green leaves stretching the first stretch, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, i’m beautiful, like the first rays of the sun touching a radiant face

before someone else loves us, it is imperative that we love ourselves. a big part of loving ourselves is ensuring that we look good. and by looking good, i do not mean going crazy over clothes, or over make-up. by looking good i mean looking well taken care of; daily, loving, and thorough, cleanses take care of that. just like you have and love a child, you take care of her/him, groom her/him, do stuff to ensure that she/he is happy; the same goes for your body, your face. a daily scrub and massage will tell your face, your hands, your feet, your body, that you love them, and they in turn will love you back and shine and radiate happiness. if you don’t do that, and just give them the regular wash, not thinking about it, not doing a little something extra every now-and-then, they will feel neglected and hence look that way too. spend some time on yourself, look into the mirror, appreciatively, and smile; be glad about that face…love it, and it will love you back, and thus you will create a love tornado, all around you, sucking in more and more love from all around… :)

and always, always try and use natural stuff that you can find around your neighbourhood and/or kitchen. for example, why wash your face with a neem product that has gazillion chemicals and hardly any neem when you can actually go out and simply get neem leaves and bark. you’ll find multiple ways to make a face wash, or scrub or anything on the internet. same gors with moisturisers, they are very easy to make at home; pinterest zindabad, for DIY recipes.

~as originally published on Here to Help.



{November 13, 2014}  

paison ka haath pakad ke, kahin aur nikal liye
jungle mein ek kutiya sooni baithee rahi intezaar mein

…to the dreams that i forgot, when i got my 1st job…i just wanted to make money then…



{November 06, 2014}   …tumi ekla chaalo, ekla chaalo, ekla chaalo re…

the universe, this nature, life is not (always) about choice, it is (mostly) about flow. let it…

As originally posted on Here to Help.