Thought Jukebox

As the year comes to an end, Farewell 2014. A roller-coaster ride of emotions and memories and a whole lot of blah blah blah. Just another regular year, I suppose.You shall be missed, and not missed. Forgive my unusual cynicism. Cynicism that to be honest is nothing but disappointed idealism . Which I realised when my best friend tried to convince me that a few bad days did not mean a bad year. It's been a great year. A year full of lessons and cliched inner awakening otherwise called growing up. It's weird looking back at who I started 2014 with and who I'm ending 2014 with. Who I was a year ago, and who I am right now. Truth be told, I could not be happier with who I am at this moment. "Who can say if I've been changed for the better...I have been changed for good." I feel closer to home than I have ever been. It's a whirlwind of change but I feel centered. Which brings me to what I wanted to talk about. Change. Greek symbol Delta. The only constant ...

In Les Miserables, when Marius and Cosette confess their love to each other, here’s how it plays out. Marius- Cosette, I don’t know what to say. Cosette- Then make no sound. Marius- I am lost. Cosette- I am found. When you love, you either lose yourself or you become the truest version of yourself. Does that make love the best or the worst thing we do? Somehow unbelievably and inexplicably, could it be both? Love is the best of the worst. For who fixes broken people? Is it not other broken people, ones who've already been ruined? It was the messiness and hurt in our pasts that drove us, and that same hurt connected us at a sub-dermal level, the kind of scars written so deeply in your cells that you can't even see them anymore, only recognize them in someone else. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is. So yes, love may take the shadows of our souls hostage, but in that lies our freedom. Harry Potter taught us that love was greater than any spell and that it can defy all evi...

“Hundreds of butterflies flitted in and out of sight like short-lived punctuation marks in a stream of consciousness without beginning or end.”  ―  Haruki Murakami Butterflies. Don't we all love them? Me- I was actually pretty afraid of butterflies till a while ago (yes, yes, laugh all you want), till they actually inspired me to a huge extent. Nature really is the best teacher. Oh these butterflies, magnificently hued and the objects of everyone's envy! But then again, I wonder- what do we envy? We envy their beauty, we envy the fact that they blossomed from relatively ugly little green caterpillars to incandescent self propelled flowers, if I may put it that way and we envy everything that we cannot be, or cannot do. Human nature. About a month ago, while studying Botany, I came across the fact that butterflies have short life spans. Yes the longest might be a year, but their average life span is a mere five to fourteen days. I remember thinking to myself that this was y...

“She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.”  ―  Jonathan Safran Foer ,  Everything Is Illuminated How many times do we wish to be zapped into oblivion because reality gets in the way of our dreams or acting happy?  It's something that has been perplexing me for quite some time, especially more so this past month. (September-worst month ever. Wake Me Up When September Ends makes so much sense now.)  But sadness is a feeling that we can't really let go of. We cannot control it, all we can simply hope for is that (even though it seems impossible) is inexplicably wait for sunshine. That the prism refracts a rainbow after the rain. But lo and behold, the minute we feel that we have let go, our unsatisfied human selves find themselves in yet another puzzle called grief. And to be honest, its quit...

I could think that the sky is purple. People have blue hair, orange hands and feet. It rains tacos. All the trees are red due to excess of r-phycoerythrin. Our blood is blue and penguins run the government. Would I tell you these thoughts? Maybe. Perhaps you would laugh. And say. 'Damn, did you stop being sensible or something. Haha that's so funny.' But perhaps, it makes perfect sense to me. We all think thoughts we don't say. For fear of being looked at as different or weird. We all do things that everyone else does. For pretty much the same reasons. We follow trends. We have our preferred self identities. How real are these identities? Are they really us? Why do we care so much about what people think, when they aren't supposed to matter. Let's take this, a step at a time. Lets go on a journey to find ourself a new motto to live by- that it's just us, only us- against the universe. Bewildering diversities of thoughts and lives, Yet the common...

Shakespeare had said- “All the world's a stage and all men and women are merely players.” Or rather, Jaques from 'As You Like It' did, but that's besides the point. The point is that I was watching the Lego Movie. And oh my god is it the best movie ever. What makes it the best movie ever? Not only does it have a great message, it also actually inspired me to write this blog post. The movie, starts out to be your regular run-of-the-mill animated comedy, and moves on to create a connection between the real human world and the Lego universe. What the cute little kid Finn imagines with his toys, translates into the actual movie we are watching, and the characters are living. * mind blown* A movie within a movie- Movie-ception! Which led me to thinking, maybe this bubble called life is nothing more than…a movie. A movie that we act in, direct, produce, write, create an original soundtrack of, so on…and finally view and review. So perhaps the point really was what Shakes...

Everyone has their own reason for waking up every morning or a reason of 'being'- " ekigai ". I first heard the word "ekigai" in a TED Talk titled "How to live to be 100+" by Dan Buettner. We all have so many different reasons to jump out of our beds (or crawl out, in my case). It could be compulsion to meet the minimum attendance percentage required in school (most of our cases, haha!), or maybe, looking forward to meeting your friends, to take up a new challenge that life throws at you- carpe diem!, to hug your mother, or cuddle with your pet, or even crank up some good music and dance around in your pyjamas. Maybe you just like to see the sun rise and hear the birds chirp. The dawn gives you hope, light beyond the dark, and a chance to start afresh- a new beginning. Since you can grab that chance, why not? Even though we might not be all morning persons, there is always that one reason in your life that gives you the belief and the hope of a...

Having my own blog and sharing my thoughts, emotions, feelings with the world- has always been on my bucket list of life. And only lately have I realised the necessity of actually checking things off of it. I am lucky to have had a wonderful life so far (knocks on wood)- a loving family, an adorable baby sister, amazing friends and magical moments. But nothing lasts forever. Life goes on. Until it ends. But what comes between those two polarities, depends upon us. And that is my minimalistic approach to life. I have tried to make mine count so far. The rest of the journey is still a long, long walk to go.  And because we all have a bucket list, a list or a code of certain expectations that we hold of life- I intend on checking things off of mine or maybe writing a few more chapters. After all, life is your story. You are the author. You are the author to this never-ending novel of adventure and love and fun and all that you want and more! (And the owner to a bucket full of ...