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Tough Times, Tough People and God!

27 Sep

I know there has been a hiatus. But seems there were still some tests of life left for me to attempt this year!
As I mentioned earlier, I’m not doing well. Since 14th of august I’ve been suffering from a poorly diagnosed case of fever. It was supposedly a transient viral illness initially. When it didn’t go away even after a dose of antibiotic, I was taken for a whole lot of investigations. Chest X-ray, blood tests, ultrasound, malarial parasite test, Widal and typhidot, urine tests etc. Meanwhile I was being continuously medicated. Nothing was diagnosed until last week, when I was declared a case of typhoid fever. Hence, I was started on an i.v. line of antibiotics which is still continuing with no results so far. 😦

I could have tolerated it without complaints had the bomb of exams not dropped. My exams that were due January next year have now been scheduled for late November this year. Which means less than two months to recuperate and study my ass off as another year of my life depends entirely on these exams.

So, this explains my absence. But what next? How am I going to do it all?
Having faith in God that stands by my side, I’m sure I’ll find out a way. The same god that brought me to life, that gave me a loving family, a perfectly healthy body and mind, good friends, an enviable education. The same God will enlighten my way and lead me to my destiny. All I need to do is trust him and keep working with optimism. I will come out victorious, I’m strong after all. 🙂

God be with us.

The power of colours

29 Aug

Before I start this post I want to make it really clear that it’s not about some kind of colour therapy (if such a thing exists). Nor is it the conclusion of any scientific or educational research. This post is only a simple exercise and observation I applied to myself.

I did this some two and a half years ago. My then boyfriend and I had been fighting a lot. And most of my time was usually consumed in either fighting or fixing those fights. Plus I had some exams drawing closer. In total I was so stressed and occupied all the time that I was turning monotonous, rather more monotonous. But one morning I had this awful realisation that I’m turning old without traversing through my youth! So, I purposefully decided to start some changes. The simplest, easiest and most effective of those was picking up a different colour to wear every day of the week. I made it a point to not repeat the same colour in my dress within a span of seven days. I would wear scarlet reds and dusty browns. While some days I will looked as oddly bright as a parakeet, on others I was as invisible in the crowd as air. I remember wearing a turmeric t-shirt, rusty grey trousers and an algae green kurti in that duration (Of course not all at the same time!). Colours, I would have never worn otherwise. Clothes, that slept in my wardrobe since almost ages. Badly shopped ones, disgusting gifted ones, picked by mother kind of dresses. I wore all of it.

The result of my exercise was unexpected everyday. One morning I would be hoarding compliments, the next they will all be criticisms. “Where did you get that?” This was said both with awe and repulsion. Some just mentioned, “What has been going on with you lately?” The responses were flocking in also because I was normally dressed in almost the same colour spectrum. I was more into whites and creams and pale peach.

The point of the whole story is that that week was surprising. I felt a difference in the energies of universe everyday. Those colours brought a simple change in perspective because wearing the same colours somehow makes you dull, dreary and lifeless or may be vice versa. I don’t know how. But wearing grassy green made me feel not the same as wearing carroty orange. That change was a therapy in itself. It took me to the faith that pinks actually make world romantic and yellow really brings happiness. Purple can make you feel glamourous and red seductive. Colours really have that power. Just give them a chance.

Wear different colours this week! May be you get to notice a happy change!
🙂

You, me and love

25 Jul

As i was wandering through different folders in my laptop, i found the following. It’s a poem i wrote almost 11 months ago, when i was head over heels in love with this guy. Not even close to someone who can write a poem, but i still scribble. Reading this poem once again, everything came flooding back. The togetherness, the faith, the moments, the kisses, the hugs, the yearning, the naughty games, the suppressed laughters, the hang outs, the nick names, the ususals, the unususals, the promises, the dreams and then the SHATTERING! Anyways, i wanted to share this one with my fellow bloggers, the only society i have for now. Therefore, here it is:

You, me & People

People tell me that you are not as I think

They say you are all black with just a shell of pink

According to them I should not trust you as I do

Coz you are not what you are supposed to

They keep telling your love for me is a trap

It’s ugly inside and what I see is just a wrap

They want me to believe you are different behind my back

And when it will be exposed, my heart would crack

In short they want me to get away from you

Or else one day truth will cut right through

Me? Oh! I never reply to what they say

Not that I don’t have words that weigh

Just that it does not matter to me

I am happy with what I see

It’s my love and I am to decide

And your love is where I confide

I do not deny I may get hurt

But what’s the point enjoying rain fearing dirt

I am myself with you, nothing to pretend

You bring me peace, in my soul you blend

Let them say for its theirs to find wrong

For me your love is a true song

If u hurt me ever it can be taken

But without a reason my faith can’t be shaken

Don’t you feel pressure to prove your love

Be yourself that’s the most I love.

Get Up & Get Going

7 Jul

You never thought this blog would be all about running. Huh?
Running could not improve my situation, it could just give me enough strength.
So, what would actually improve this Impending doom?
My master’s Entrance exams! Which would be conducted again in January next year. And this time I am to win. I have been saying this last sentence to myself since April (when officially all the seats of past year got filled up).
I also started preparing. At least tried to. But i never felt that heat.
But Now things are different. Its July. And I guess this is the last call.If I lose any more time, i lose it all. I have to get up and get going. So, I thought I’ll make a list of reasons I am doing this for, which follows:

1. For My confidence: I have to regain the fact that the big guy up there makes nothing NO-GOOD. I have to trust myself again with the fact that I can do it. Because I know I can.
2. For My Family: My family specially my mom has been much more supportive than I could ever think they would be on this one. I owe it to them. They taught me to never stay down. And I will dedicate this to them. Not only the reward but the journey.
3. For A better future: I know I deserve better & I will see how much. I want to see the limits.
4. As an answer: With all the falls, come the bags of pity and taunts and revelations. On the way downhill, I met all of em. My so- called friends. My partners. And the ones who were just seeking a chance to paint me black. I want to get up and say back “I won’t be over so easy”.
5. As a part of my duty: I have a really noble and responsible profession at hand. And I have to be honest to it. I have to be the best I can coz it affects not only myself, but a whole lot others.

To Beginning stronger everyday! To Hope! To faith!

P.S.: I did run today. 🙂

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