Make-up is my kinda therapy. It could be yours too!

The mantra for good make-up is “Highlight your natural assets”

Sounds wise.

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.

Eh?!

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?

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Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri : a review

Interpreter of MaladiesInterpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri
My rating: 3 of 5 stars⭐ ⭐ ⭐
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I was hesitant about reading another book by Jhumpa Lahiri. I had bitter memories from reading the book – The Namesake. I did not like her style, narrative, nor care for the story.

But this anthology changed it. It made me rethink all that I knew about NRIs. Interpreter of Maladies is a book that is filled with slices of life – Indians who are misfits; Indians whose lives are drastically altered by life’s vicissitudes.

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Life’s Little Everyday Lessons

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.

If only…

sigh..Wishful thinking never ceases

– posted March 9th 2011 on my facebook 

I don’t expect Life to be a Fairy Tale, I just want my Story

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’.

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Blink by Malcolm Gladwell : A review

Blink: The Power of Thinking Without ThinkingBlink: The Power of Thinking Without Thinking by Malcolm Gladwell
My rating: 5 of 5 stars⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
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This book was amazing!! It changed my whole perspective on certain things while clearing up questions I have had for a long time about how instincts help us and where they arise from. The intensity of the book just keeps getting better and better towards the end as Gladwell delves deeper into the power of thinking while not thinking. His examples and the experiments quoted in the book were very apt and relatable. I will read and re-read this book.

The Orphan

She knew well before her formative years

What the future held for her

“She has a beautiful family”

said Society

But her soul knew it was but a mirage

 

She watched growing up

The rest of the children being loved

Could the stork that brought her be mistaken ?

‘Cause there didn’t go a single day

She felt like a part

 

Dollars and Rupees and Pounds

Drove her insane

For she found no solace

in her Dad’s grace

She waited in vain

For the mother’s embrace

 

At the twilight

Darkness of hate begins to rise

Silently consuming her vice

Until one day

Her worst fears came true

And She felt orphaned

 

But there came a day she felt

The earth stand still for her

She didn’t know then

One’s heart can indeed overflow

In him she found Love

worth it all.

Trapped…

Here’s another one of my dark poems…

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Caught up in a whirl of disoriented thoughts
This convoluted Mind
Like a hundred different shots
People that hurt from behind

I fear to shed a single tear
Whence lonely
It is only I who knows dear
That I live a life of phoney

Why did I murder myself ?
That I do a favor for others…
It is a dead heart I carry
And a mind that’s constantly angry

I am lost in the cacophonic psyche
Mind over heart and mind over physique
Where is the passion in life?
Where is the Life in life?

A Metaphor to My Mind

This was a poem that I wrote sometime in April 2011. It is a take on what goes on inside my mind,my soul.

When gloom surges
$he riseth in full blood-lust fervor
Days of fury never abate

Heart’s a dead animal now
eyes aflame with rage
neurons thrusting on the cage
senses seethe forward
pleading an order of extrication

Unleashed , untamed , uncouth
$he who seeks spiteful vengeance

Suddenly…

A zippy self takes over
turning frail and vulnerable(on intent)
Peals of laughter reveal
lightening up the ambience

When gaiety glows
$he lies torpid
holding on to a thread-suspicion
still blazing,watchful eyes

Yet once more
night shall fall.

Such is a balance
Such is a control
But never a foul mind
set a step ahead the Good soul.