Archive for December, 2018

2019 is here… It seems as though I had just walked into a room called 2018, kept my eyes closed for a while and woke up to magically found myself in 2019. It was just yesterday when I sat in my car, waiting for a fellow writer as I sent out my Season’s greetings.
So how different will this year be? What “New” does this New Year have in store that was lacking in the previous year? Of course you can’t expect yourself to turn from a cat to a tiger or Laurel to Hardy. If the last year was full of struggles, this year too might not be the one with Rose petals on a bed. If last year was full of betrayal, be careful there might be a few lurking around this year too.
So what can change? If everything remains the same, what’s the point of celebrating a New Year? There’s one thing that can be changed and it’s us. You read it right, you can change things for a better year ahead.
This year, let us break a few rules.
This year, let us be us, our true selves.
By breaking rules I don’t imply traffic rules or the rules of a board game. By rules I mean certain futile customs that we are bound to follow in order to exist in a fake society. If you don’t like a joke and while the others laugh, put up a gentle smile if you feel like. You don’t need to be like the rest of the crowd. It’s okay to be a little weird. It’s okay to be imperfect. it’s okay to be you.You are you. And no one can change that.
This year, let’s give us a little bit more of our time and try to improve ourselves for the better version of us. Not because we wish to impress someone but because it will make us feel better.
Happy New Year

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We are already in the mid of December, gearing up for the two remaining festivities of the year: Christmas and New Year’s Eve, both of which will be the swan song of 2018. And the gusto of the people can be very well witnessed from the way the city has been lit up for the two year ending celebrations. Fairy lights hanging from atop the apartments and buildings adorning the concrete manors which no matter how gigantically built would otherwise rarely grasp anyone’s attention. Christmas trees prettify the entrance of malls, decorated with shimmering streamers, stars and Christmas cheer. Beneath this would be cardboard boxes wrapped in gift papers which, even though empty or just kept for show would capture the eyes of many children. Pastry shops would begin displaying their Yule Logs and cupcakes.
And, if we are lucky enough, we may even spot Santa. Our beloved Father Christmas, Santa Claus has been a childhood fascination of almost every one of us. The jolly, pot-bellied, white-bearded man who obliquely was responsible for magically transforming mischievous kids into angels during the month of Christmas. As a toddler, most of us have prayed wholeheartedly to Santa hoping for him to grant us our desired gifts. Some of us have probably even stuck a sock out from our beds anticipating some Christmas cheer. Many of us got surprises in the morning. As a child, Christmas was all about chocolates, cakes, gifts and joy. In those days of ignorance, when we had fairly little idea of peace, it was a joyous celebration during our winter vacations. We would hope against hope for all our wishes to come true that angelic night.
As a kid, I remember decorating a guava tree with pebbles stuffed in coloured paper. To finish up my masterpiece, I would hang a fairy light over it and the entire tree would liven up in the evening. And the next morning I would wake up to find packets of chips and chocolates hanging from the tree branches. That’s how my Santa would bless me with (Of course I did find out the identity of who ‘he’ or rather, ‘they’ were, later).
But those were before digitalisation took place. Even now in the days of #Christmas #Celebration, I do hope to see kids decorating Christmas trees in their gardens with full energy, lighting candles to mark the birth of Jesus Christ. In this age of internet and having the world in the grasp of your palms, let us hope that the purity of our kids is left untouched and they still believe in the fatherly figure Santa who would bring gifts to them only when they listen to their mammas and play good. Let’s not deprive the kids of this generation with that sense of surprise that this festival boasts of. Rather than the showbiz on social media, let’s truly evoke the blessings of the almighty as the year ends. After all, Christmas is all about celebrating innocence, peace and unity.

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Let’s talk about that phase when it all starts to fade. Now, most of us would like to believe that it’s just for the time being, with time things change and people along with their feelings are bound to change too. All in all, it’s just a phase that shall pass. But what if it’s the beginning of the end? What if things have actually fallen apart while we pretended everything to be just fine? What if the feelings have actually undergone a mutation and is no longer the same?

What now?

What could be done now?

Whether to solve it or continue pretending everything to be fine?

A famous singer once sang that we ought to fight for our love.

I’d suggest we do the same. But how?

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The beach was entirely coral 🐚… 

Sea shells by the sea shore. 

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This November, on my visit to St Mary’s Island, India, I found some breathtaking natural wonders.

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