Positivity

Positivity

I am so sorry for being so very late with my posts. Days have been lately too busy for me, when 24 hours per day seemed too less. But since, I have a bit of time up my sleeve now; let’s do a light hearted rant here.

So, there have been times when all I needed was a small positive jiggle to lighten up my moment and gear me up to work. Being almost confined to my room, I usually log in to Facebook or Ask.fm to talk to my friends or stifle giggles seeing memes on random pages. But what actually happens is the opposite. I never get my friends online, but I see these random people on the internet calling each other names, I see hate comments on pictures, I see these sarcastic comments from unnecessary people on somewhat sensible posts. And then I think, why can’t people mind their own business? Or rather why can’t people just be a tad bit positive?

I’ve always been told that being good takes a lot of efforts. It’s much difficult to resist all shortcuts and wrongs to be the right person. And to become a bad person? All it takes is just ONE bad deed, and no way on earth you can be the previously good person again. That is what goes on to become your ‘flaw’. Now everyone has their own ‘flaws’. No man on this earth has ever been or will be perfect. So that doesn’t leave anyone of us with the right to point a finger or a bad gesture at someone else when four fingers are already pointing at us, ourselves.

My mom always says that when people do bad deeds, they release a negative aura and when people do good deeds, they tend to release a positive aura, almost pious to be honest.

So whenever you raise your hands towards the keyboard to type a ‘Funny’ ‘Witty’ or ‘Sarcastic’ comment for no particular reason and just to take a bit of revenge. Please stop. All you are doing is just releasing negativity into the air. The air already has CFCs and Carbon Monoxide to heat and pollute things up, do not add another pollutant to the air. 

What we call hate is nothing but a negative aura by somewhat disorganized people. Hate is a big word. No one hates anyone. What you feel might just be displeasure. So instead of spreading hate, why don’t just ignore? (Refer to my previous post “Ignore”)

Oh, and Instead of being negative, Why don’t just be… Positive?

-DaYumfooDie. Laugh. Rainbows. Unicorns. Love.

Reasons.

One of my friend drinks. Like a Lot. He can almost be called as a drunkard. Well, whenever people come to know that he drinks, they start with their usual monotonous lectures ‘You shouldn’t drink.’ ‘You’ll die someday.’ ‘Alcohol is not the answer to every question.’ ‘Think of your parents.’ ‘Think of your friends.’ ‘How will your parents react when they know about this?’ ‘I won’t talk to you until you stop drinking.’ Well these are the rants that we expect on a normal criterion. And I am not trying to justify the fact that he’s drinking. Well, I totally oppose the idea of drinking. I am against the concept of alcohol and drugs and highly restrain it. But my question is, You rant at that person, scold him, beat him, blackmail him and leave him hurt. Do you ever sit and ask him the reason why is he doing it? It is very easy to hurt that person, But do you know that every wrong has a reason behind it. A reason you never bother to ask. A reason when it is known by you can be easily provided. A reason that may be hurting that person inside and dismantling him minute.By.Minute. A reason you should need to know before bashing that person.

Nobody is born doing wrong things, Nobody comes out of the womb with a pack of cocaine or the strategy plan to bomb any country. We all come out as new individuals and what we choose to do throughout our life is what we become. Now, life is never a bed of roses. There will be problems. Rather, loads of them. When people go through problems they develop their own defence mechanism to fight their problem. They don’t care about what is good and what is not. They just need to breathe in their own sea. And these wrong activities, as much wrong as they are, are perfectly alluring and be the best diving masks in these seas.

The person you right now scolded for drinking, drinks probably because his college ‘older’ friends force him to do so. The person you bashed for being quiet and reserved doesn’t talk probably because he’s being bullied. You scolded your mom for not putting salt in your Sāmbhar but maybe that’s because something happened to one of her friends and she is disturbed. You scolded your elder sister for not making the chart properly when she is working since four in the morning and she hasn’t got an ounce of sleep. You scold your younger brother for being absent-minded while he’s studying, but you don’t know that he’s getting bullied in school and is thus very disturbed.

It isn’t easy to understand everyone in every situation. Sometimes in a fit of anger, envy, regret and hopelessness we do scold people without looking at the back and front of the people. But if someone does that to you, would that be pleasant. Would that be OK with you? No right?

So start respecting others. Start finding reasons for their problems. And instead of being the Medusa in their life, why don’t be the Hercules and help pick their problems up and make them a better person.

Every Bad has a reason, Every evil has its root. Every tongues has its bad. Every wrong develops a shoot. So Let’s be the gardener, who cuts off these weeds. Who stops being the trespasser and become the farmer sowing good seeds.

-DaYumfooDie. Laugh. Rainbows. Unicorns. Love.

No Confusion, Great Life Notion

Many a times in life, we have a lot of confusions ranging from flavor of your ice cream to saying ‘Yes’ to a relationship proposal. I am not only talking about the teenagers but it also accounts for toddlers and adults as well. There are times when your brain is so tangled that you instantaneously get angry and take out your so called anger on others just because your decision making abilities do not co-operate with you. So, let’s help each other today. Let us see what the solution to this turbulence is.

Now to get clear steer of the confusion you are in, you need to give time to yourself to think and act upon the situation. Sit and de-clutter your brain and think how much deep in the mud are you. Think how you fell into the mud, and then think of the possible ways to get out of it. Stop struggling within the mud. The more you wiggle, the deeper you’ll sink into the mess. Just take a stationary hold of yourself and then think of ideas to rise higher.

Now the problem being analyzed, think of solutions to it. Let’s say you have a crush on someone and you can’t bring yourself to draw a borderline to the feelings you have for that person and you overthink about that situation. Now since you have analyzed the problem and taught yourself that it is *just* a crush or else you taught yourself that it is actually Love, you can easily move forward. Now implementing a solution isn’t an easy task bud.

To get rid of the solution you sure have to keep a foot forward and put your stand in front and then work your way to the hilt of it. Be brutally honest, if you know you’re wrong admit it and if you are not then admit it as well. There is only black or white, no grey in between. Secondly, take decisions that have a strong base and can be implemented and performed well in the long run. Instead of making short decisions that terminate within days or hours, make decisions that last until the problem is over. And lastly, think whether your outburst during the confusion or your decision affects someone or not. If you think it damages someone please alter your decision.

These are not the only things you need to keep in mind but there are a gazillion other things that need to be kept in mind whenever taking a decision. Because once you have a fool-proof plan of what you are doing things are easier. And better.

P.S.- This is just my thought and viewpoint. Any criticism is openly welcomed. This is not funny or like the regular posts I make. But this is something I wanted to share since quite a time. Thanks.
P.P.S- I was sleepy when I wrote this, forget and forgive the typos and errors.

-DaYumfooDie. Laugh. Rainbows. Unicorns. Love.

Children

Children

You were one, I was too.

Girls wearing pink, boys wearing blue.

Crying because, duh no chocolate.

No idea about what the time is or even the date.

Smiled a true smile every time,

Trying everything till the last dime.

Did not know how to lie,

Did not know how to make remarks so sly.

Where the friends we had were always true,

Where we took rest only when we had flu.

When going out was so much fun

And passing time was playing under the sun.

Where we didn't have to face harsh truths,

Where shopping was buying milk at the milk booth.

Now, I sit and think all day

Why did I grow up, becoming from grass to hay.

P.S.- Sorry to be so Late, was caught up with hell lots of work. Now that I'm back, it's all glitters and unicorns :D

DaYumfooDie. Laugh. Rainbows. Unicorns. Love.

Salt and Pepper- The Quirky Love Story

LAST PART :)

After five years. Present Day. (They both are 23 now.)

This love was creating havocs in my daily routine. Her soft brown skin would touch me whenever she shook hands or if I am lucky, hugged me and that would send me into crazy thoughts. Her tinkling laughter was my anti-stress medicine. She had become my habit and my craziness, and I knew this was a habit I could not get rid of.  I knew it was high time I tell her. It was quite late rather. Moreover my feelings were erupting at midnight. So I did what love-sick guys do. I climbed the wall to her room at midnight, right when her parents were sleeping in the room next to hers.

Khushi: What the hell are you doing her, Kush? Someone will enter. Oh My God! Are you crazy? Get. Out. Right. Now.

Me: I want to tell you something.

Khushi: Can’t it wait till tomorrow. Its midnight an…

Me: I love you.

Khushi: and someone… What?!? Come Again.

Me: I love you. You are the most beautiful girl I’ll ever meet. You are the only person with whom I talk to. I can’t go a day without talking to you. You’re my habit and I want to wake besides you every day and see your bright face before the sun. I love you.

Khushi: …

Me: Khushi, say something damn it! I am sorry. I am really sorry. I thought you loved me back too…’

Khushi: It’s not even been a minute since you confessed your love and you’re withdrawing back? Hell, I am a stupid to love you.

Me: …what?

KhushI: I love you too stupid. I thought you would never confess it.

Me: Won’t I get a love you too kiss? Come on you can do better.

Khushi: You Pervert. Go, I hate you.

Me: And I love you too my feisty lioness.” I said pulling her into a hug.

And then we embraced each other finding our halves, feeling complete. Maybe I look like salt and she like pepper. But as the world knows, salt and pepper can’t be separated. And so, this saga of salt, pepper and Jalebis continues, maybe beyond eternity. Who knows?

And this was how a ‘Hi’ made Kush find his Khushi.

Salt and Pepper-The quirky Love Story.

Part 2

After the no-friend talk, we didn’t meet for a week. I felt incomplete. I wanted to go and hug her tight and tell her that she has a friend in me. I couldn’t go.

But my patience broke and I mustered all my courage to go up and talk to her.

As I reached her home and rang the doorbell, she came and opened the door and her cheeks turned from pale brown to pink to red, from energy flush to embarrassment and then to anger that is.

‘Why are you here, Mr. Investigation officer? Need to ask more questions?’ She said with an expressionless tone.

‘I missed you.’ I blurted out, pulling her into a tight hug.

‘I missed you too.’ She said, hugging me back as her new hot tears wet my shoulder through the jacket.

‘Umm, Khushi, you are crushing me I can’t breathe…’

‘Oh, sorry.’ She retreated back, clearly embarrassed.

‘Somebody really likes to hug me I guess.’ I said, making her blush a little more just like a Magenta cherry.

‘Um…’ She said trying her best to avoid eye contact.

‘Okay Khushi, leave it, its fine. If you won’t hug me then who will? I owe you Jalebis. I’ll get them tomorrow. Meet me at the Cliffside at 5.’

‘Yeah, right. Okay. Bye. Take care. Be safe.’ She said as we turned opposite ways.

I suddenly called out,’Khushi’.

And as those black curls turned around to reveal the most tantalizing black orbs, I knew. I just knew it happened.

I fell in Love.

P.S.- Sorry for the short post, just one part left :)

-Dayumfoodie. Laugh. Rainbows. Unicorns. Love.

Salt and Pepper- The Quirky love story

PART-1

She was beautiful, not by the Miss India standards but she was above all girls of the village. She had a bright flawless skin, not the milk-like supple skin like the girls of the village, her’s was dark, but it was the softest I would ever come across. She had bright doe-like eyes that would shine whenever I got her piping hot jalebis. She was a ball of glee and jolliness. She did look like a ball, yes she was chubby. But she was cute, not by daily soap standards, but cute enough to break the wall of my impenetrable heart. Yes, she is my best friend, Khushi. Or rather was.

And then there is me, the average village guy, average hair, less-than-average face structure, ever-present stubble on my face. Yes, I was the average-est guy of the town. Hi, I am Kush. And here is how Khushi became my best friend to something I can never define.

I vividly remember that day when it was my first day at the new school in class 12^th because I just transferred that year. I was late, well the only person who was late. I stood there observing the lush greenery around. When I saw a girl, my girl, walking towards me. She extended her hand and said ‘Hi’, with a dazzling smile on her face. The brown color of her skin accentuated her smile. I shook hands with her, and something inside me felt complete. Brushing away these mushy thoughts on the first day, I walked with her to the classroom. She talked continuously, her magical sweet voice creating havoc on my senses. And that was my Khushi.

With time I drew closer to her. I found myself crying to her, laughing with her, sharing secrets, playing, exchanging comforts with her. These activities were never done by me, and especially not with someone else. But with her, it seemed just at place. For the wonderful person she was, it was a shocking revelation to me that she had no friends except me. I asked her the reason one day and this is what happened.

‘Hi, Kush. India won yesterday. I won the bet, when are you getting me the jalebis?’ she said.

‘Why doesn’t anyone talk to you?’ I said.

‘You know we have a school leave tomorrow. Thank God, I’ll get finally get some rest.’

‘Don’t ignore my question. Why don’t you have friends?’

‘I do have friends…’

‘Yeah, books and stray dogs don’t come under the category of friends.’

‘I have you. I don’t need anyone else.’ She said holding my palm between hers for warmth. It felt good, but I had serious matters at hand.

‘You are a great person Khushi. You must have more friends. Why don’t you have any other friends except me? You don’t deserve me. And moreover you are hiding something from me I know.’

‘Kush, what has gone into your head? Why are you behaving so weird today?’ she said taking back her hands creating distance between us.

‘Stop.Lying.And.Tell.Me.What.Is.Wrong?’

‘Okay. LISTEN TO ME KUSH. I don’t have friends because they find me ugly. I don’t have milk like fair skin. I don’t have the quintessential hourglass body. I am a nerd. And nobody ever thinks of talking to me because apparently me being dark is a curse. You were the first friend I had. And ever will. I AM A CURSE, BECAUSE EVERYONE THINKS SO. DO YOU GET THAT? I AM UGLY. Happy after knowing this? Now go or the curse will get to you too. Go!’ She said, as her legs gave away and she sank on the ground with her face in her palms and body jerking as she broke out into tears.

After a few minutes she looked up at me with her eyes full of grief from her reopened wound and mine in astonishment at the gory revelation I just came to know. That very instant I knew. Her tears were the only weakness I’ll ever have.