Born on the month of July

Born on the date of the sun sign cancer, I was born emotional and loved to be creative, preferred the company of the few and enjoyed spending time alone. The only feeling that which is left in my heart is the feeling of being the only strange thing around. So, ending the quest of understanding I thought why not write about them. Being needy always trying to make someone else to like us, there is no limits to the extent where the person born to this sign might not go to get the liking of the few. Being the most creative doesn’t help the matter, the words rhyme and their eyes love, you might love them for what they are. But being with them is another hard story, lagging in self belief the assurance given to them can never stop. Their need of being needy is a never ending thirst; their feelings are as deep as the abyss. Hurt them and it’s a long fall for them and a hard loss for you. For no one can love as they do. Sometimes it makes me wonder if the Cancerians are things from a fairy tale. Hiding under the thick crust, they make you feel that they aren’t much different and may be hard. But getting close and personal the softness will be revealed. Born like a crab they are wondrous creatures and they have ability to make wonders out of nothing and are born in month of July.  

Two hours?? i love it.

Waking up with a fresh morning breeze hitting your face a bright day filling you up with energy, Husband showing his best of his side to you, children are in their most obedient and joy full moods, filled with expectations of an outing. Yes, it’s that day of the week between Saturday and Monday. With all this energetic feelings floating around, the expectant faces turning towards you. Infected with the joy around, you turn towards the corner of the room and notice one more thing staring rite back at you, clothes with dirt. Having work in hand the plans are always put on hold with a pinch of hesitation. Just hoping for some more time, the time of two hours is good enough. The disappointed faces and an ignorant face follow. Left with the holiday of a single day per week I wonder if this is the way Indian women want to spend their weekends.

True to the surf excel Ad; the only thing that was fixed in people’s head was dirt was all bad. But, there is more fun to it than we all know. Can’t forget the day when, even while having an umbrella in my hand. I ran out of my school and played in the rain and stagnant water to my heart full. But, that was the last time I did it, the after effects of it were too much to last a life time. Yes, they have changed the idea. So, why worry when Surf excel is there to wash the scare (that is the dirt)

(Warning: This is not for the kids whose clothes their mom still washes by hands; remember they can wash you with the clothes too.)

 So Back to the topic, if I had just two hours I would go out of my house just get the fresh air that I need, will feel the energy  that I need to feel and will enjoy the gift of time I have got. This may be very dumb, but everyone does it. What’s the difference?? The difference is the feeling with which you feel it. Being part of the most emotional water sign’s, I guess feeling and cherishing the time that you have with you is all that that an emotional person can do, Like changing back to a kid for at least  that two extra hours and running towards the rain without any worries.  

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My off day

It was a dull Sunday morning, convincing me It will be an off day. With the electricity being out, all my devices stopping to working together I got bored to the core, so much so that the old magazine bought long time back started to look attractive. “Gods wanted me to read a book today”, I exclaimed. Mustering all my focus I took up the DARE magazine and was browsing through the pages as slow as possible, it got interesting when I reached a page containing the story about an entrepreneur who started organizing the Indian autorickshaw sector an idea which I always had,  at the end of it I was filled with pride that I too thought about it and exclaimed to myself “I can change the world If I desired”, As  soon as I had this thought “ where can you change the world when you cannot change yourself “ highlighted my inner voice. All, the pride fell to ground as dust. Closing the magazine in my hand, I again exclaimed: “shoot, today is really an off day”. 

CLEANING MY ROOM

Some time back when my brother reduced his weight drastically he used to tell me that the secret to his weight reduction is cleaning the room regularly; I thought it was just a joke. I seriously underestimated the effort needed for a thorough cleaning, when better to know than when cleaning your own room. All these years my cleaning method was simple. Its to transfer junk from one location to the other and again after few months doing the reverse, Never feeling the desire to throw away anything out, hoping to use it someday, only to see that day never came. It was not very soon that the day came that there was no space for me in my own dump, the inevitable just had to be done to sleep outside, I mean to throw things outside. Yes, it was the D day; the day I might lose some of my weight. All the invisible dirt and the months of piles formed in the corners, made me feel I was sleeping not in a room, But along with the nature. It started in the morning and the monotony of the work stopped me, every inch of free space made it necessary to clear the junk. In the end of the day I wish I could say I won it (I have done it), but that the difficulty of living in a house designed by an architect there are too many places to clean, with never ending projection s and displays. I had to retreat being exhausted and tired, hoping to continue another day.

LEARNING FROM A CRYING BABY

                         A small baby is the cutest little thing that is born into this world fresh and clear in its mind and thought. Not shy to complain and to cry, it reacts to the smallest signs of harm. The cute they may seem but they possess the strongest beacon for danger (cry with a strongest voice). They have to do that to show you something is wrong to understand that they are in trouble and they need help. The instinct of million years of evolution has not spared us as we age; we have to run to attend the calling. Cutest little helpless child needs to do it and as adults we sometimes have to do it our self. In India we constantly find our self in such situations and we fail to show the displeasure, out of sense of decency or feeling of not to hurt others. But, when we stop complaining to people who make things worse for us, it’s the best worst thing that we can do. Though crying in front of the public is not the best way for an adult, we have developed our own Beacons like anger and questioning the methods in which a person does things. Only when we display such indicators, will they know that they have to change. But, if they don’t mind one person, if everyone starts complaining it becomes wrong, then they will change on their own. The change of method is necessary though screaming like a kid is an option and people do, do that. It proves little point other than that we are crazy.

                                    Why this blog you might ask in the list of meaningless blogs that I have wrote and kept, this does not figure. Since, we have forgotten to complain. We have forgotten to such an extent that the politicians think its ok to steal from us while we are suffering. They don’t know we suffer and how will they, when there is no complaint. The voice of the media as become the voice of people the voice of exaggerating media as become the thinkers of people or more guide books for people. We claim that we are intelligent than a child but, the smartness we had as a kid is actually lost while we were working hard to become smartJ. The wonder that we are ready for the world when we are born, but we choose the other way is really funny. So, start complaining with sense and thought, say no when you have to, say you are hurt when you are. Let them know, if they still not care then its time you stop caring for what they say or do and not to forget learn from a crying baby.