Thursday, July 17, 2014
Thursday, June 5, 2014
Hypomania
By
Aakriti
Dear All ‘so called normals’ out there, you say you wish to
“be happy” and then when you get some time to spare you crib of “getting bored”;
when I see you like that, I wonder “ What people are these?”
Those who
have job, crib about getting job
Those who
travel, crib about the hill stations not being superbly clean
Those who
are rich, crib about not having enough
Tell me “what
do you want in life?”
Ah! I so
wish I could use grandiose words to
match how my mind feels.
And here is what I say:
There are times when I’m
happy, so happy, that I wish to dance, sing, run, shout, scream.
Of Course,
I end up speaking and smiling way more than usual and I can almost see my brain
getting activated by the happy chemicals up there.
The happiness doesn’t let you sleep
and it’s difficult to focus. You feel like jumping on a trampoline, oh, by the
way that’s how my chemicals dance. You feel like getting a ridiculously mad portfolio. Will someone do that please?
Happiness
can be really tiring, but in times like these when the “real happiness” is a
rarity and superficiality is the norm,
I’m happy being happily tired and then going off to
sleep.
Elated. Ecstacy. Hypo-
mania. JubILANt. Over-JoYED.
Because I’m Happy HappyHappy Happy……. listen to this<<
Have a great weekend aHead Vanilla People:)
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
In between spaces….I realise how much I miss you
By
Aakriti
Yes, that day when I
wasn’t well, when my mind was pre-occupied cribbing about the fact that ‘I
cannot work!’, when the body was all tired and I heard a voice, re-assuring me,
like always “It’s Okay”, few tears welled in my eyes. Coz I missed you.
That day, when the
weather turned all breezy and beautiful, with the rains adding fragrance to
earth, and me wanting to drink a cup of tea, even as I didn’t. I created a
little smile. Coz I missed you.
That day, when I was
way too tired to speak on call, or wish a sweet good night, even as I
whispered, when a hug was all that was longed for, closed my eyes and imagined.
Coz I missed you.
And here’s today, when
the heart sighs for the few months seem like ages and the distance makes it
worse. I MISS YOU!
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
For the solemn times to come
By
Aakriti
Dear Sad heart out
there,
I write to you, for the
solemn days that are yet to come by, in the near future or far beyond. I read
today about mood- dependent memory. While Rhonda Byrne talks of “laws of
attraction”, our brains have a way of recalling sad moments when we are sad and
pleasant ones when we are joyous. It’s called “the mood congruent effect”.
Remember the gorgeous
smile you had as you walked from library to your room? The gorgeous rainy
breeze, as it soothed your skin, enwrapping your soul and lifting your spirits.
You heard a voice inside, it whispered “And when things go bad, good days won’t
be behind!” I remember your gaze at the lush green trees, like a child you were
all in awe of nature. The steps of yours felt like a melody played on the
piano. You know why? Because you were simply mindful of your walk on your way back. You soaked in, your soul,
every little particle of the wet earth and cool breeze.
When everything seems
broken, when hours wash away like minutes and your shoulders droop with work,
remember, that you’ve’ crossed hundreds of obstacles in the past. “This too
shall pass”.
When you wish to cry
out loud for no reason at all, be yourself, but at the same time, understand
that tears, like always have been precious! Question, if the reason for your
tears, is worth the transparent pearls?
When you wish to give
up, rise, for few more steps and you shall be done! Rise! Not because it’s hard
from there on, but because you’ve come that far and if you give up now, it
shall make no sense!
When thoughts become
blurred and you come across fork in the road, pause! Stop! And close your eyes,
feel and hear what your heart says! Listen to it, coz nothing in life shall
matter more!
When there are days you
wish you weren’t ill and cursed your aches and pains, remember, that you are
human and not a machine! The very reason that makes you feel shall also help
your pains heal! When your body cries, listen to it. Rest! No matter how dire
the work is! The adage “Health is wealth” doesn’t goes without its meaning!
For now, relax. Life
was never meant to run; we re-invented the meaning to suit our own needs!
Listen to what you speak
Touch that fears
In which your mind believes.
Talk to strangers
For they are not as strange as they seem
Live in the present
Smell the true flavours
For life if lived fully
Even once shall do you good!
You: My Shadow
By
Aakriti
Life
changes.Period. Change is the only constant.
11 months
have gone by. The experience has been daunting, yet in retrospect with every
day she has grown stronger. The other day she told me that there are certain
songs she listens that stir not her mind, but soul to pen down words. “I see you” is what I said in my heart to
her. She has underestimated her potential now and then. I’ve listened and felt
her through her tears and sobs. As I write these words, I wonder why magic only
exists in books. Miracles happen! That’s precisely why I know her the way I do,
the way she allows me to be with her even in my absence.
And on days when I see her smile through the
telephonic conversations, I feel her mellifluous voice touch the strings of
this heart. Days like these are at times a rarity; on other occasions they are
like the monsoon breeze, showering on me the sweetness of the wet mud. I’m
looking for a word to describe her. Sigh, it’s a task! She is life!
Yes! Let’s put it that way.
Today as
she gets up after every fall, my belief in her gets cemented more than before.
I’ve seen the world
Done it now
Had my cake now
As she
jumps happily walking besides me on the drenched road, her smile mesmerizes me,
just as it always does. The frailty she gives importance to, in her tough
times, seems to have evaporated in this moment, perhaps only to seep through
later. For now, her happiness radiates through the moon and lights up the
stars.
Today and
every night, even in distance, shall be ours.
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