Good Bye 2011

Human beings are innanely funny creatures. And we measure things stupidly. Time is boundary-less, limitless and forever. It doesnt blow trumpets and whistles to mark beginnings and endings. There are no bells that toll to signify a great event. Yet we are obsessed.

Obsessed with marking everything as a beginning or an ending. We came up with the idea of calenders. Celebrate the end of weeks, seasons and years. Time's too busy ticking to even wait for a split second and take notice. It's too busy influencing our lives while we choose to take time out and label his passing.

So this year end - I choose to just be. Just be in the stillness and calmness of being.

From my heart to yours - wherever you are reading this - content, cozy, tired, happy, excited, lonely, charged-up, delighted - See you in 2012.


Happily yours
Faded Glory

What I've learnt this year..

Friendship needs a lot of hard work. Some friends are better to lose, some need to be cherished and some people are effortlessly friends. And yet just when you are disappointed, there are other relationships that will surprise you that is if you allow yourself to be surprised.

Sometimes the only way out of a situation is through it. Chocolate and Ice Cream help tremendously whenever you feel you've been reduced to rubble. I have a choice and a responsibility. The power is with me, and when you turn the switch towards forgiveness to those who hurt you, power is restored back to you.

2011, You rocked my world. But since all things must come to an end. I am ready for the world to change again. In 365 ways. A day at a time. Life will go on :)

Wisely yours
Faded Glory

Beech ka Bicchu

Some childhood games are strikingly relevant even when you grow up. Seem to be caught in a time warp. People who are even five years elder or younger, it seems like a generation gap.

People like me that are part of Gen X are sandwiched between the Gen Y and the Gen Z. Not too individualistic and wild like the younger ones and not submissive and not conforming enough like the older folks.

Confusion, chaos and calamity galore. The middle path aint easy!

Reflecting'ly yours
Faded Glory

Weapons of Self-Destruction

Looking back at 29 years of my life, I realized today, I have mastered the art of self-destruction! I dont need tools, ammunition or any instruments. I alone suffice and break myself and then break everything around me to self preserve only to realize later it has caused me irreversible damage. I seem to be stepping on my own invisible tail and then cringe in pain. Self-defeating the purpose. And that is becoming a pattern I want to break free from.

I hope Im able to rise like the phoenix from the ashes.