Why We Think This Woman Is Amazing.

Sometimes it's amazing to see how some people handle criticism and come up with a response that is not just 'not attacking' towards the person who makes fun of you but at the same time the most beautiful response. It amazes to know how some people can be completely 'hate-less'. 

Follow this link and read the article to know what we're talking about.

http://jezebel.com/5946643/reddit-users-attempt-to-shame-sikh-woman-get-righteously-schooled

"By transcending societal views of beauty, I believe that I can focus more on my actions. My attitude and thoughts and actions have more value in them than my body because I recognize that this body is just going to become ash in the end, so why fuss about it?" - Balpreet Kaur

De-cluttering & Treasures

At least, once in our lifetime, we all have de-cluttered our bookshelves, our closets, our rooms, that garage that has more space for rows of boxes than for our car, the entire house, or maybe our life in general.

De-cluttering, like we all know, is throwing away things that you do not want to hold on to or that no longer matter — a photograph of an ex-boyfriend who didn’t treat you well, discount coupons that have way passed their ‘valid upto’ dates, and business cards of people you have no chances of needing them again whatsoever.

In my case, it was a file folder of newspaper cuttings and a bag of countless newspapers from last year. I thought back to the time when reading the morning newspaper was as important and pious to me as reading the Bible or the Quran would be for some people. Newspapers were my ‘holy book’. There were newspaper cuttings on politics, foreign policies, anti-corruption bills, nuclear energy, environment, and academics. Opinion articles comprised an altogether different set of the clutter. Those articles and stories had once informed me and inspired me to form an opinion and speak my mind.

Among the bundles of newspapers, I found an old bracelet. Embedded on it were tiny green beads of glass. It was a gift from a friend in the seventh grade. I remember her vividly. Her tall physique, fair skin, and lustrous brown hair had made her look like an Anglo-Indian though she was not one.  She was the one close friend I had in the sixth and the seventh grades. She transferred schools after the seventh grade and we lost touch. I also found two long lost journals wherein I had endlessly rhymed away. Those journals brought back memories of the time when I would get up from my bed in the middle of the night because a possible-Grammy-Award-winning-song had just popped into my head.

I got rid of the newspaper cuttings on politics and other stuff even if reading about them had once been my passion. Somehow, articles on environment and academics still found a place in my now-cleaned bookshelf.

De-cluttering makes you strong because you throw away things (often without a second thought) that once seemed to matter the most. At first, it might feel like you have fewer things now or fewer choices because the place is no longer crowded. But, suddenly that one problem you had been running away from seems to untangle on its own. 

Suddenly your writer's block flies away. Suddenly you know how to tell your boss that you want to resign. Suddenly you realize that gardening is your hobby. Suddenly you are willing to open your heart to a new love and to love fearlessly. Somehow, a cleaner bookshelf or closet makes life seem simple.

We all have the capability of de-cluttering our bookshelf, our closets, or our lives. We just need to be in the right mood. Until we are in the right mood, we will continue to dig for our favourite pair of trousers in that heap of clothes. But, the good news is if you have de-cluttered before, you will de-clutter again. If you haven’t ever, you will someday be in the right mood. The ‘right mood’ could be — running away from problems; having nothing to do; being unemployed; or going through quarter-life crisis.

Most of the time we believe what we collect is treasure. We, therefore, lock it up and bury it somewhere deep only to discover it later after some digging. Not all treasures bring cherishment when discovered; not all treasures are precious just like not all that glitters is gold.

De-cluttering teaches us that we can still survive if something is taken out of our lives, that what we think of as our oxygen is merely a fog that needs to be lifted for us to see ourselves clearly. De-cluttering also teaches us that there is sure to be at least one thing that we will choose to keep for good.

I kept the bracelet. 

Courage. Tomorrow.

Your muse has been missing or something like that.

It is just like one of those rough days when your brain is too clogged to keep your thoughts in order. Having the attention span of squirrel is not easy. Trust Me.

It just takes minutes of self assessment, constant scratching your head and just a few packets of potato chips to realise; you never actually had a brain.

A big blow that it is, you actually know life is over for you, that you are just another loser, without a valid college degree, without love and let’s just forget about that job.

And then, you just wish, at that very moment, if only you had a Darcy in your life. Or even a Edward Cullen would do just fine.   

And thousands of tears swarm from your eyes, wetting your pillow, in the silence of the midnight. You do hear the mild howls from a distance and so, you shut your eyes, tight, and tighter because, let’s face it, in real world, there are no vampires and there certainly is no Edward Cullen coming to your rescue.

In that gut wrenching midnight, there is not a soul knowing you exist, knowing that you are scared and probably for the first time in your life, you would love to have a hug more than a pizza.   

When you wake up the next morning, you realise you had been drooling the whole night, and the saliva has left some of its remnants on your already contoured face. Your tired puffy eyes, your messy, rough hair, your faded jammies, and your potato chips shaped butt are no heart warmers.

You get ready, always ready, like yesterday and probably like tomorrow, rush out the door, running behind the stupid bus, and you break your heel without breaking your fall.

With bruised knees and scratched palms, you sit on the sidewalk, teary eyed, watching the other people rush through you, just like you are invisible. At that moment, everyone in the world looks happy, looks their best- the best dress, the best heels, the best i- phones, just the best.

At work, your boss yells at you, you lose your day’s pay, you start to work feeling cold stares and grins on your back. In the lunch break, they just run out of everything you can eat. With the anger and hunger, both dominating equally, you curse in your head.

You curse your life, the sexy girl who got the promotion you deserved, you curse the transportation in your country, you curse your hair because it just can’t set right, you curse yourself for being such a loser, you curse that boy who broke your heart, you curse the jerk who left you standing all alone in the street, you curse God, you curse the government, you curse the backlog files, you curse what you see, hear and smell.

Back home, you sit all by yourself, watching an episode of Glee- life is a musical for the moment, and you feel like you can still pull it through, you can suck it up, just tomorrow. Tomorrow.

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Because even when you wake up with a pounding heart and you feel like quitting, you get ready, once again, like yesterday and probably like tomorrow. Because, courage isn’t only seen in a war. It is present as much when you are saying NO to the evil chocolate over oatmeal, when you are getting up every morning to work, when you are sitting all alone when everyone else is with their friends, when you wake up to pee at one in the night even with that mild howling, and when lying on your bed, you take a deep breath and say, ‘Everything’s gonna be fine tomorrow.’

Courage. Tomorrow.

    

And you realise, your muse isn’t lost after all. 


I had originally written this post for my other blog but i thought, what the heck!!!