Reflect what ought to be reflected upon and refract what should not be reflected upon

There will be mirrors in life which stand in front you, mirrors in front of which you will stand and mirrors that people will hold up in front of you. They say mirrors do not lie. However, they sure do not tell the truth all the same. We all are capable of creating both reflections and shadows. The reflections are a gift, which let you see yourself right into your own eyes. The shadows keep you company.

There are things we can do with a click of a finger, with the tweaks of our tongue and words but we forget that these little capabilities are our powers and as it is rightly said by, “marvelous” creature “With great power comes great responsibilities”.

There will be times when you will be misunderstood and misspoken too maybe mistreated as well. However, what will make all that worthwhile is to realize what made you get there and learn never to follow that path. There will be paths with beginnings so delightful but they will not end the same.

Reflect not only in front of the mirrors, but also reflect upon your thoughts. There might be lost causes, lost opportunities, but there ought not to be “lost hopes”.

Reflections can become shadows if not generated in appropriate light. There will be facts, there will be fables, and then there will be truths. Reflections and mirrors give you a second chance to see your perceptions and your realities. It is only wise to reflect once a while.

We all do not remember what our first reactions, as kids were when we found ourselves in front of mirrors. Yet we cannot go without looking into mirrors today for we do rectify the flaws on our outsides with the unquestionable assistance of mirrors, but we forget to reflect on our insides.

There is no position of power in the world in reality, nothing supreme than the power of being in control of our own emotions.

We know how summers can be and how suns reflection in a magnifying glass can light a fire. There has to be a part in you somewhere on which you are yet to reflect upon. That one part of your soul that will give you a purpose and light up that fire which does not create fury but lightens and enlightens the world.

Reflect while you are blessed with the gift of sight and light .For we all know "Winter is coming".

Sheetalism#Season 16

A promise to promise only what is promising enough

The day you were born or even before that, there is one thing that starts from that day and continues right till the time you are freely dancing on the waves of Ganges (yes the fancy death) and that is, people making promises.

Your parents promise to take absolute good care of you life long, your siblings promise to keep your secrets, you friends promise to be there for you always, even the vegetable seller will promise you good vegetable, your boss will promise you promotions, even the guys in saffron lungis make you and your partner promise stuff (sometimes you do would not even know what you are promising). Promising is an act which arises due to over emotional state of mind. You do believe you will be fulfilling your promise at the time when you make one but unfortunately there is no legality in such causal promises we make in our daily routines. No disclaimer that the promise will be fulfilled only if all things remain constant. Yet we all make and break promises.

Today, promising with the help of a wordplay can be broken to mean - "Pro(Professional) at missing (when needed or as promised)". There is a paradigm shift in the attitude and mind set of people. There is a new thing going on "Disclaimer Promise", now this one makes a person say "I cannot promise but I will try, when the person still really means that I will not even try and it is just a No" Sometimes trying to be polite is not considered as polite, rather it is taken to be a situation where the promisor actually thinks he can outsmart the promisee with few kind words. Well there sure are exceptions to this rule since there are people who do not make promises which they doubt will be fulfilled only to save the other person from the turmoil and trauma.

Back in the days of rulers and kings and pretty castles when there was not much law and order to bind people by paper and stamp, these promises were of prime value. I wonder if we will not just witness the extinction of wildlife and vegetation but also of attributes and things more valuable like wisdom.

We are burdened by choice between beliefs and principles, rather we sometimes do not really analyze the difference. We are made to solemnly promise to abide by the constitution, promise to believe what our society believes and then there are promises we make to ourselves. They all get mixed somewhere, some forgotten some remembered as broken and only few which get to the finish line and they become our milestones. Why are we not really restrictive in making promises? Why do we really feel the need to make them, what magic to they really add. Never really questioned all this right? We’ll let us understand the meaning and reasons behind every promise we make from today and lets not let "Demise of the Promise" be prevalent. There are a lot of angles to this topic and lot of tangents. Covered what struck me first.

In the end I do not promise this will be a good read for you, but I solemnly promise that those were my intentions.

Signing off from your hearts until next time.

Sheetalism#Season 15

Highways do have their own ways

It is not often that you find yourselves standing on the sides of a highway. Every single vehicle in its super speed possible progressing toward its destination, the powerful gushes of wind from both the sides trying to decide the destiny of the swaying trees, the countless buses and taxis stopping to let the prospective travelers hop on, or dropping the passengers who finally have reached one step closer to their destinations. All the faces eager to get somewhere, somewhere in time. Even the darkness of the misty night cannot not conceal their perturbs, varied mixed feelings and the acts of calculating their ETA. How wonderful is that two people getting in a same vehicle, covering the same distance for a while are on an altogether different journey.

I have always found the highways a bit eerie. Those speedy cars you feel will never stop for anyone, the disconnected fellow travelers, the long broad roads which extend into vastness and the powerful war of the winds. But while the small residential roads give you a warm hug, the highways let you dream big, chase and race. In our lives we need both of these residential roads and the highways to reach our destinations. So if you are one of those people who have all your lives focused on the highways (minting money and gaining success ) then you are missing out on the warmth of life. These ill-made rocky residential roads may not provide you the easy access to destinations but they do provide you the time to slow down and introspect. For how long do you think you can wander on the highways, when eventually your hearts are rooted in those rocky narrow roads. Do dream and achieve big but never forget the little things that took you there.

Every thing in this world works on balance. If any balance is disturbed, it needs to be restored. We are now living in a place where winters have been cut short, scorching summers have been extended, autumn comes and goes as it likes and spring seems to be lost somewhere. We often lose the good things, when we are not paying attention and we do not pay attention when we become too busy. While wandering on the highways do remember your ties to those narrow roads. We all have our shares of rides on highways and the rocky roads. Do make every ride count. Until I stand on the highway next time waiting for my friends dig on this one.

Sheetalism#Season 14

The WINNER - Be the best judge

This is to the times we feel lost or confused. Life and people have us baffled sometimes. There is always something or someone which/who rises as a winner. As the nature has it, between two things one will always be stronger and surfaced. Be it the fight between the X and the Y chromosome fighting to be a zygote. It all starts right before we are even born. There will always be a brand we find better than the other, a time of the year more soothing than the rest of it, an actor, a festival, a career, a subject, a day, a number which appeals to us. Surprisingly this is how we were raised. In our childhood, there were people who would pose a question to us and I quote "which one do you like better- mom or dad?."

We are always given choices and we mean to choose the best for us. Then there are somethings we embrace in spite of there being better options for us. And these things/people are always special. Sometimes carrying a pepper spray or knowing martial arts is not going to keep us from hurting since we and our choices render us hurting quite perennially. They say prevention is better than cure but sometimes savoring the cure phase is pertinent to know the importance of prevention. With every heart beat we put ourselves in a prone to miseries state. But when we have survived the storm, we emerge like that warrior in the war for whom his scars from the wars become his medallions. When the storm has stopped, the sun is up and roads clear up without a trace of rains and nature's fury, we learn to forget that it even happened. At younger age I was told that time waited for none and somehow it conveyed that time was bad, selfish and impatient touch in life . As I have grown, I have realized that time has the perfect attitude and it is only wise to never wait for someone or something which was never worthy. Somethings becomes tales, some our past, our present and future, some our splendid memories, and if I see deeply, there is only one things that is constant in all of the above and that would be us. If we have created these once, we sure can do it again. Some characters stay and some do not. But then it is our tale to tell. It is our memory to treasure. And it sure is our past, present and future. And as long as we believe in our magic, we know we can be pretty constant in them. If I you are not a character in someone's life tale, then probably they are missing that superstar in their blockbuster. As I said there will always be one which will be the winner and surface and that must be what is good.

Choose your winners in life wisely. Because sometimes they come in disguise.

Sheetalism#Season 13

Love tales because love bails

On the highest possible demand, here it is about something which is everywhere and can be everything-LOVE.

The 1st love that that we feel is that of our parents and families who will 1st invest their time and brainstorm on the fact that your looks are on which one of your parents even though after 1st day of your birth your face changes every day for a while and it is hard to even recognize if you were the same baby that was handed over yesterday at the hospital. But that is how we love, we create connections.

Love comes to fetch you when you are in pain but it will be more so that love only had put you through that pain. Irony there right? But that is why every love becomes indispensable. It is like love takes shift. One type screws up and then love in other form helps you gather your guts.

After the saga of diapers and sleepless nights or deep sea sleep is the time when we gain the other form of love, the endless love potion of friends.

Well they will love you and call you by every possible name other than your original. Sheetal has become sheets or she-tal or sheet-al and what not. And my friends reading this are now probably recollecting the pet names each of them has ever given to me. You do that to only some special friends. They can fight over any possible silly thing and they will do anything to sort it out.

A big shout out for friends waala love. School wale friends, Society waale friends, college waale friends, office main dost nahi bante fir bhi banne waale friends. Mom, dad, bhai, behen main confided wala friend, songs confidently galat gaane wale friends, how dare anyone hurt you type friends, drunk calls krne waale friends. A list too huge.

Well I have friends who will say no they are not hungry and then will attack on my food type friends, jaadu ki jhappi type friend to console me when needed, motivating friends, criticizing type friends, loving and caring type friends, full on listener type friends. Countless list that we all possess.

Then comes the love which has crossed all bounds of infatuations and attractions. The love where we learn to adjust more than ever. When we learn that one pillar of strength is just enough. The love that makes you want to be better. When memories can become life, when days can become stories and the heart is in its glory.

All we ever yearn for, all we ever need, all we ever can give endlessly, all that is replenishable, all that is infinity and omnipresent is casted into 4 letters LOVE. Super cheesy this has become and it is probably now a good place to end this piece but not without my closing line as always.

So here it is.

There is no sane love. You owe love more than you can imagine. It has kept you alive through a lot. You need to keep it alive forever.

PS: I Love You

Sheetalism# Season12 and this time with lots of love.

  

A Leap into the deep - Explore and deplore

In this world of HAVE, MIGHT, SHOULD, SHALL (depicting some human set of rules) each generation creates a set of these have, might and shall and each generation also has a different set of them which they accept. Behavior is a reflex.

If people were to be divided based on behavior as the basis, it will be like dividing people based on their fingerprints, absolutely unique. Yet we all find a set of people we can get along with.

With every being alive, exists a parallel universe, a dream land, a dramatic drum roll type movie. We all choose our co-stars, some play villains, some we believe to be our heroes, some moments we play the twin role (the devil and the angel). Some days are a happy ending and some days end with a "too be continued" note with hope to eventually taste like a happy ending.

We all are made of a little drama, a huge list of likes and dislikes and tad bit of naughtiness. Sometimes we find love and mostly love finds us. But all in all each one of us is surrounded by love in some or the other form. Some cannot express feelings well yet some can even put them in words. In this world of musical remakes, make overs, constant urge to incorporate changes, day basis evolution, we all love to cling on to something constant.

Stories should be worth storing, create uncensored stories with some moments inspiring others to do good and most importantly inspiring to live. Every day that passes by, sees a sun and a moon, then why let there be any less light and spark in your lives.

If you are feeling low, cry it out but once it is all out, you better jump like a jumping jack regaining all that strength that has helped you live through all these years.

Get rid of all the bacteria and viruses in our minds and come out healthy.
                               
                                       Let us all get well really soon. 

Recover from heart breaks. Recover from self-pity. Recover from stress. Recover from fears. Recover from cribbing. Recover from low self confidence. But never recover from the cute insanity, never recover form being naughty, never recover from spreading love.

Happy recovery. Make recoveries#Make discoveries# Make memories#Live the glories#Craft stories#Give a make over to your worries. 

Wishing endless Happy Endings for your stories. If not showers of goodness at least start with sprinkles of goodness.

                                                     Be magical. 

Sheetalism#Season 11