The mantra for good make-up is “Highlight your natural assets”
Make-up gurus would tell you to always draw attention away from your flaws and add more Oomph to your best features. Basically, spend maximum time on your plus points to make them stand out even more.
I know some of you are thinking, “But shouldn’t I pay attention to my flaws? I spend most of my time covering up my nasty pores…which is some heavy work” Sigh…
Hmmm…a common belief. Well, that’s one way to look at it. But think about this :
You can’t really change those small eyes that you were born with. Or do anything about those protruding ears.
So I asked myself, is it wise spending all those frigging hours trying to correct the ‘flawed features’ and getting nowhere?
As a child, we see and experience things for what they are. We explore things, we touch, feel, sense, bite, hit and do everything possible to understand it. We take some things apart, we put other things together.We roll them down, we stare into them. We jump on them. We even trick our siblings to put it in their mouths.
Sometimes this happens not just for our first encounter with the object of interest. We do this exploration repeatedly because that becomes our reality. I will shortly tell you why I call it ‘our’ reality and not ‘the’ reality.
At that age we got no frames of references. We are not ‘experienced’. So everything is new. What happens when everything is new? We get the guttural need to explore. To experiment.
When my mother was making chapatis, she would give me a little portion of the dough. I was free to use the dough to make anything I wanted. I made cats, elephants, and a variety of other animals and objects.
Did I ever think of making chapatis out of this chapati dough? No. If you ask me, that thought never even crossed my mind. I was the maker of the great dough animals. Why would I do boring chapatis?Yet now, I use chapati dough to make nothing but chapatis.
What happened to the explorer? I obviously became an adult.
As I was walking back home today , I happened to come by a gang of guys who, in their special way, inspired me.
Initially, as they approached me from far with wild hand gestures in the air I thought somethin’ was up.I began to doubt that they were ‘hooligans’ who cared as much about other people as some used up tissue.
But when the distance closed, I realised they were a gang of physically- challenged guys.It took me five full seconds to snap out of my reviere and chagrin took over me.I watched in amazement as all of them ‘spoke’ very rapidly to each other and I noticed they were lost in their own world of silent conversations.All of them had a huge grin , and eyes that could speak for their own and in a way, the hand movements were so fluid that they could match Edward Cullens perfectness! 🙂
Being Deaf and dumb didn’t stop them from having their fair share of enjoyment and more! Maybe God gave them physical sickness and a healthy mind and but many of us who have no deformities physically, are sick-minded.
Things will be a lot more easier and happier if only some of us could turn ‘deaf’ to criticisms , and some of us could be temporarily ‘dumb’ to avoid unnecessary and heated arguments.
sigh..Wishful thinking never ceases
– posted March 9th 2011 on my facebook
This was something I wrote way back in 2010 when I believe I was going through a bout of depression. Thankfully I am past that but that was the lowest point in my life. I discovered that depression isn't the end of life and one can actually make it out of it whole and completely healed.This is for that period of my life that I cannot and will not forget. The biggest learning experience that I ever had.
There’s a huge difference between hearing your grandma tell u stories and having to read them for yourself.Though I enjoyed reading, I have missed the chance to listen to those awe-inspiring tales of princesses,magical creatures,talking animals,epic heroes or plain old family history when I was a kid.
I long for it now…
Stories are only part fictional; there is a little bit of heart and soul to every story. This is the story of how I got into a ‘Nothingness’.