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KeepItVelvety

Hence, I say, ” Velvet is your armour against the ruggy kind.”

What always works is being affirmative yet soft and smooth as Velvet. Retorting is easy, but taking a minute, breathing and replying with a least bothered tone can kill the thunder that hovers above the slightest of chaos. Ruggy here refers to the harsh or aggressive human behavior.

HOW:

Politely walking away and refraining from fueling the situation further, even though if it is in the form of defenses or arguments with good intentions of improving the individual; are going to stand futile as the person infront is simply venting and isn’t calm enough to grasp any kind of information or advice. They’ve simply found a channel to vent all at once with some old residues as well. Let them empty themselves and be an ear of a person to them, if possible. The words said by such people have no necessary hostile intention of hurting you. Not entirely. Mostly, only a quarter of it.

its an art being able to remain kind even when the other person is dying to get a reaction out of you. It is an art to be able to overlook all the personal jabs and instead empathising with them. Emphasis on empathising here. We shouldn’t let our mind run unstable. We’re the master of our mind. Who’s incharge of it? Been us. Will continue to be us.

So, let your rug be of velvet, kind to even the inhuman. They won’t be able to create dust after a point of time.

Velvet is your armour against the ruggy kind.

The ocean seems to meet the sky despite the trial by the rock to not let them.

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An Outlet Amidst Trying Times

A whip note to humans.

What are we running to? Suddenly that a virus is the end of us has only made me realise how quickly the realization of death has altered our immediate wants while mocking at the prior ones we had. What we thought meant everything was actually nothing; this realization was always going to strike.

Why is it that our interest lies in something we can’t get our hands on? A Human tendency it is. It has pushed us farther away from the tiny-existing sanity. I mean if we could look back at ourselves, we cribbed and accused the life’s race and thrived to make room for this certain “Me time”. What was the hype all about? Though not matching the slightest of expectations, nevertheless, it is granted now. What we do with it at home is up to us while saving lives for a bonus; but instead when given this unknown amount of time, we choose to sulk. This brings us to the actual question and some weeks of observation; when will the human kind be patient or content for once? This never ending lust for the unattainable is just uncanny and childish. We can do much better. What do we actually want? Suddenly the world is at a halt and thrown into a frenzy -where staying alive becomes not-so subtly valued.

Planned tomorrows stay away from the near future and ultimately it all comes down to no escape plans and “can’t deal” emotions flowing at 100. 2020 is the time of true colors. I’m sure we’re all seeing them in others and ourselves, through acts of inhumanity or recklessness in relationships. We’ve taken almost everything for granted and this is the world slapping back at us. We are selfish, other’s priorities are always compromised. Jake,”Grab as much food possible”, Kevs encourages as he assumes some would go into his trolley as well. “Sorry I know Kevs you needed that, but we’re a family of 6.” It has always been only about us.

We study, work, perhaps- even love only for ourselves, because we are able to hence sustain and live happy. Perhaps the happiness quotient is all wrongly judged. Less of satisfaction and more of greed. A free fall into the vacuum of inhumanity is our current down path. Whatever we do is linked to whom we are as people, though different, at the end are the same. Somewhere deep down we are all fighting for the same reasons,  just, that the protagonist’s plot might be a little deviated from the antagonist’s. Everything comes down to us, and we’re still finding a balance and peace where it’s absolutely not at.

At the end of the day we’re just finding ourselves, trying to achieve everything possible, in hopes that we one day might. We’re immersing ourselves into shifts just to get one step closer to ending all the hurdles for life while still struggling to find our own purpose. The time just passes by and we forget what we were even looking for. Maybe it’s about living the true version of ourselves. And this ample amount of time can just be a bearer of these sought fruits.

Suddenly that a virus is the end of us has only made me realise how quickly the realization of death has altered our immediate wants

What kind of a life has it been? I wonder. Running miles to prove ourselves is all we’ve done. A Reflection it is.

Can’t see her like this

Can’t

There I saw her from the side glass of the open ended square room. I let out a small sigh underneath my breath as I walk into the ICU. Overwhelmed, but also from the excitement of seeing her. My eyes surprisingly stay rigid as I had decided, “no more tears” .

Her palm felt rough and sweet. Holding hers, I reassure. The tubes going into her nasal path, mouth and one attached to her chest were something I couldn’t stand looking at, not because I was afraid of a hospital scenary but because they were an artificial support to her being. She wasn’t like how I was used to seeing her. She is weak and trying to contain, she needs a hand to even raise her fingers. Just couldn’t stand it. Her face was pale and chapped were her lips. The constant drip of the medicine in the bottle that was IV (intra-veinal) , the ventilator tings, were not the only sounds that rang in my head but also, there was this weird silence too. I could sense the pain in her eyes, struggling to not give up, trying to cooperate with the doctors, the nurses and all that was going on. What shaked my gut was her undying worry that she pours for others; complaining that even the nurses couldn’t eat lunch, if I packed some food for my tonight’s return, if my dad and sis reached Mumbai safely, my bus stop details, etc. Her BP is fluctuating, its low for now but still she just naturally cares. Today I wanna be there. I want to take care. I’m trying to take care.

Granny, I love you.

I couldnt post this that day and today i regret it. Its 31st of October , she passed away in the wee hours. She was tired, so tired. What pained more was she was gonna come home just a week back. I was in middle of a photography session outdoors when I saw the missed call from my dad. They all were there, except me.

I just wish.

Its a stabbing pain. Grief is.

I miss you.

Prints Of The Past

Engraved struggle

This picture was taken yesterday, ie on the 3rd of October. But the story behind it might be months or even years old; goes back to the time this concrete road was still being made. The thought of a silly kid walking into it despite the warnings he’d have gotten flutters the heart in the awe of innocence.

These could be the feet of the youngest of the sole bread winner-the labourer, or his, if stunted from birth. The pain and the struggle to make one big road is imprinted in the projects of tomorrow. Every thing made has its own journey, sweet as honey or a result of a choice made without an option.

  • KeepItVelvety

    July 28, 2019 by

    Velvet is your armour against the ruggy kind. This is the first post on my new blog. I’m just getting this new blog going, so stay tuned for more. Subscribe below to get notified when I post new updates.

  • Can’t see her like this

    November 1, 2019 by

    There I saw her from the side glass of the open ended square room. I let out a small sigh underneath my breath as I walk into the ICU. Overwhelmed, but also from the excitement of seeing her. My eyes surprisingly stay rigid as I had decided, “no more tears” . Her palm felt rough… Read more

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    October 5, 2019 by

    This picture was taken yesterday, ie on the 3rd of October. But the story behind it might be months or even years old; goes back to the time this concrete road was still being made. The thought of a silly kid walking into it despite the warnings he’d have gotten flutters the heart in the… Read more

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  • Wiping The Eye Dew Drops

    July 29, 2019 by

    Originally posted on VelvetYourArmour:
    Wiping The Eye Dew Drops As a volunteer for ArtOfLiving (an NGO) I recently helped organise a fun interactive session. We had on board one of our best motivational speakers, whom I personally look up to. During the Q&A round, one question read, ” I have no other problems in my…

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    July 29, 2019 by

    Another piece of paper read, ” There’s so much of worry and sadness in this world, especially from losing a loved one” He expressed recalling his mentor’s words,” My Guru always says that there’s no time for us to sit and cry when there are already a million other tears in this world; that it’s… Read more

  • Wiping The Eye Dew Drops

    July 29, 2019 by

    As a volunteer for ArtOfLiving (an NGO) I recently helped organise a fun interactive session. We had on board one of our best motivational speakers, whom I personally look up to. During the Q&A round, one question read, ” I have no other problems in my life. The only thing that makes me very sad… Read more

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Wiping The Eye Dew Drops

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Wiping The Eye Dew Drops

As a volunteer for ArtOfLiving (an NGO) I recently helped organise a fun interactive session. We had on board one of our best motivational speakers, whom I personally look up to.

During the Q&A round, one question read, ” I have no other problems in my life. The only thing that makes me very sad and depressed is that my brother often keeps unwell. Why all this suffering?”

The reply:

“Take it as your purpose in this world. Yours is to serve him. At the end of the day our focus in this world is to serve and to be of service. I’m not preaching but there’s a difference between life and living. We need money for a living, food, water and shelter; but is it really our life? No, It’s a part of it. We don’t live for a living, we make a living…

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#2 Wiping The Eye Dew Drops

Wiping The Eye Dew Drops

Another piece of paper read, ” There’s so much of worry and sadness in this world, especially from losing a loved one”

He expressed recalling his mentor’s words,” My Guru always says that there’s no time for us to sit and cry when there are already a million other tears in this world; that it’s time for us to get up and wipe them instead.”

Rephrasing it, how can we sit and cry when there are already so many tears in this world that need to be wiped?

His words brought some more tears, my eyes to blame; but that’s another story. Such thoughts of kindness are rare and really the need of the hour.

The best kind of service is to be of service to the world and it’s people, I believe so

-Humanity
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Wiping The Eye Dew Drops

Wiping The Eye Dew Drops

As a volunteer for ArtOfLiving (an NGO) I recently helped organise a fun interactive session. We had on board one of our best motivational speakers, whom I personally look up to.

During the Q&A round, one question read, ” I have no other problems in my life. The only thing that makes me very sad and depressed is that my brother often keeps unwell. Why all this suffering?”

The reply:

“Take it as your purpose in this world. Yours is to serve him. At the end of the day our focus in this world is to serve and to be of service. I’m not preaching but there’s a difference between life and living. We need money for a living, food, water and shelter; but is it really our life? No, It’s a part of it. We don’t live for a living, we make a living to live life. And what makes life ? Our loved ones. Our happiness depends on their well being. Telling yourself that you’ve been trusted and selected for taking their care, that it is your purpose, goes a long way in helping us cope. In a way, you’ll take away his suffering”

The main aim is to serve the world and to be of service to it’s people. That’s the ultimate happiness that our actions are capable of giving us

-Act of Giving

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