Differences


How do you actually define differences? Is it something measurable? Like difference in thoughts, opinions, culture, caste, color? How? To me differences are based on a certain parameter, to my better half it is on a different scale all together.How do we sort that out? The problem is not, having differences. The issue is having differences and not learning to accept the differences among each other.

When you fall in love, you might jump into a decision or bump into a person who has different thoughts, goals, opinions in life than yours. What holds them together would only be the fact that there exist love. The care for one another despite on the hair pulling fights between each other.

Its strange how two completely different people born and bought up at two different states or cultures can come together and even think of making a world of their own. Think about it, how exciting it could be. To have two extremes of life, to explore a different world and make it yours. This applies to two completely flexible people who are ready to explore.

I can enter your life and experience your differences, till i am comfortable. What happens if the other is not able to accept and not ready to explore? How to sort the differences of being Different? Love exist and friendship too, but differences need to be accepted and lived with. Not for the sake of a word but for a whole life time. The thought is absurd and uncommon.

But how to define the differences?

Profession to Passion OR Passion to Profession

                My life isn't perfect, well nobody’s is. I have great family and a life where I get whatever I want from a lovable sister and a supportive dad. At some moment that’s not all you want. There is this thing called independence which has triggered me a lot form the time I saw my sister shifting to a new state all by her. I have always wanted a life like that of hers. A big college, new state, new friends, I have always wanted that. Well it’s not that I was ever deprived of all these but I guess it was all in a sort of different way.

               

                  I got into graduation with no knowledge of whatever subject I was put in, new hostel and a new aim to study more. May be it was more because people around me were doing that. They were going for higher education and I too wanted that for myself. I have followed the crowd instead of following my own dreams. I went in for a post grad and imagined myself being placed at some brand company which would give me opportunity to shift to new state and live a new life with lots of new clothes, parties and a scooty of my own.

                

                What I didn't realize was maybe I wanted something else. The profile of an IT wouldn't match the kind of life I was dreaming of. Now when that story of being placed in a brand company is out of question it dawns to me that may be I wanted something different. I wanted a job that has reaching targets, giving presentations, meetings and a lot more time for my own self. I have come a long way into the profession I chose by luck.

                  

                 It is said that the best professionals are those who make their profession out of their passions. What I worry is I don’t have a particular passion. I sometime feel, I would be a good writer or may be a journalist. Sometimes I even have dreams of being a HR. It’s so confusing. I am ready to follow my passion and make it a profession; all I need is to know, what exactly my passion is. Maybe only then can I start with. At a point of career where you are doing nothing and waiting to be what others want you to be, that’s where you are in doubt about yourself. This is the place to make a switch or to stick to what you have being doing all these years.

                  

                 Some astrologer has enlightened my mother when I was a kid that my present career option is best suited for me. I believed the same, and my above average scores were a reason that my parents hope was stick to it. Sometimes I thought these grades mean nothing. Just because I have high grades in a particular subject doesn't make me an expert in it. I know a lot of people who have great knowledge yet poor grades. Does that disqualify them from following their passion? Well forget about them, if I don’t have an experience or grades to follow my passion, should I give up on it. Then why do people say follow your passion?

                 

                  I have been a dancer, a writer, a painter, a speaker and a lot more things which could be my passion. I may not be sure of what exactly should be my passion but I am just 24. Employability can’t force me into what I don’t want to be. At times I make up my mind and work hard on being what destiny has brought me into. I don’t know if it’s right or wrong but may be some day I might fall in love with what I have been doing all these years. May be someday my profession will become my passion, if not the other way around.

New Girl On Blog.....: 'I am a Woman"

New Girl On Blog.....: 'I am a Woman": “I am a Woman” “I am a Woman” Yes I am one of those categorized human beings that god created to complete the world.  I was born wit...

'I am a Woman"

“I am a Woman”

“I am a Woman” Yes I am one of those categorized human beings that god created to complete the world.

               I was born with pink as my birth color. I was build to be beautiful and cute. My room is filled with fairytale books and characters drawn on walls of my room. My bed is white. My wardrobe has “Princess” scribbled on it. There is a wind chime on the window to my room. I have a Barbie bag when I go to school. Pink hair clips and a Barbie house at the corner of my room. My favorite dessert is chocolate and strawberry cakes. I love red lights in my room. The best symbols drawn are stars. I learn rhymes and narrate them on the family occasions, enacting all the moves as a dance. My aim is being Cindrella. I am afraid of Darkness. Shout on seeing lizards in my bathroom.

             I am 13 and I am girl, a rock star in making.  My room is filled with stuff toys of all shapes brought out of jungle, though my room isn’t a jungle at all. It’s still pink bed cover and white bed. My wardrobe is filled with pink tops and blue jeans. My room has a study table with the poster of my best actress. I carry a pink purse and have long beautiful hairs. My room has photo frames filled with photos of my childhood and my best friends in school. I own a ladybird cycle. Carry flowers to my room. There is a big mirror in the room, where I spend hours staring at myself and admiring the changes. The Barbie house is replaced by a music system. I dance in locked room. My favorite dessert is still chocolate and strawberry cakes. The best symbols drawn are stars followed by a rock star scribbled after it. My aim is being a rock star or an astronaut. I am still afraid of Darkness. Shout on seeing lizards in my bathroom.

           I am 18. A well shaped body of a girl. My facebook account has 265 photos of me and my friends. My best hangout is CCD outside my school. My shelves are filled with romantic books. My room is a combination of pink and black. My name is cut short to a trendy and hot nickname. My wardrobe has every trendy clothes possible and I still have nothing to wear. I have 22 pairs of wearable shoes but nothing matches my dress when I move out of my house. My hairs are a mess when I’m at home and perfectly set when I’m out with friends. I have a lot of self clicked photos in my cell phone, a heart sticker on my dairy, my phone and also on my laptop. Have a crush on my senior at school. A red heart shaped pillow on my bed. My list of best friends has been cut short to three.  My aim is to become a journalist. My favorite dessert is still chocolate and strawberry cakes. The best symbols drawn are heart shapes with an arrow passed across and facebook smiley’s. I am still afraid of Darkness. Shout on seeing lizards in my bathroom.

          I am 21, about to begin my career as a software engineer.  My shelves are filled with novels from different authors from different genre. My room is mostly a mess, with the pile of files on my study table and my laptop on hibernation always. My accessories are always unorganized. My hairs are a complete mess even if I am out. Songs on my ipod are more serious and has an inner dept. My blogs and status updates are my personal dairy. I shop to get a mood lift not because my wardrobe needs it. I go for movies late. Eat a lot of fast food and loves cold drinks and ice creams. My meditations are the long evening walks. I have a white headphone plugged in where ever I travel. I have just one best friend. I laugh at the jokes by my friends and cry on sad songs. My aim was being a journalist. My favorite dessert is still chocolate and strawberry cakes. The best symbols drawn are heart and broken hearts, facebook smiley’s. I am still afraid of Darkness. Shout on seeing lizards in my bathroom.

         At every phase of a woman’s life she witnesses a thousand emotions around her. She is sensible, impulsive, crying at night, waking with a cheeky chirpy face. She would cross the roads without signals but would always wish a hand that held hers. She would always want a best guy friend who would secretly love her but never expect her to be his. She would always be late, always in hurry, confused and in an “I don’t know why?” phase of her life. She is messed and incredibly beautiful at soul.

Cheers to all the lovely women who go through such turmoil of emotions or even more…

Tatanagar Diversions...

My father has a transferable job. As a child I changed my school a lot of times. It not only brought adventure to my life but also added the flavors of meeting different people with different cultures. I am on my summer vacations and yet another new city Tatanagar. Every holiday I visit my father in which ever city he is into.

When you Google Jamshedpur, Wikipedia has a lot of stories about the city. Jamshedpur was declared the 7th cleanest city of India for the year 2010 according to survey by the Government of India. In a survey in the year 2007, Jamshedpur was declared the 7th richest city of India. . . It is a beautiful city that is surrounded by Dalma Hills. The main Economy of the city is supported my Tata Steel. A economically high and rich city.

The above mentioned information is all that you would get on Wikipedia. There are some more information’s that I have collected on my personal visit to the city. We lived in an locality called Parsudih. The place isn’t that far from the main land city but what separates it from the other localities of the city is Its under construction conditions. I have never seen so much diversion in localities of a same city.

There is lack of proper roads; drainage systems are so poor that few houses that are located exactly on the roadside have to suffer the poor odor of the drains. The markets are so undeveloped that it is difficult to identify the place that you are in. sometimes you might feel you are standing at a village market.

There is yet again diversion inside and outside the houses. My father owns a company flat here. I lived in the seventh floor. The flat can be compared to any luxurious flat you can think of in a metropolitan city. Lift, proper security, great infrastructure, everything looks really good. The view of the hills is a mesmerizing thing to watch. The cloud covered mountains during the sunrise, the heavy showers of monsoon make the mountains look more beautiful. The breeze is so relaxing, I have spent most of time sitting in my veranda with a book in my hand and admired the view.

I just hope the conditions of the city outside the buildings also improve and make the city beautiful not only on Google pages but also in reality. Today is my last night in this city of diversion and I can hearby conclude I am going to miss the city, the veranda, the mountains, the rainfall, my room and last but not the least my BABA. Love you Baba… Miss you…

Biggner: SUNDAY....

Biggner: SUNDAY....: "To those who think Sunday's are just a holiday... Why???"

SUNDAY....

To those who think Sunday's are just a holiday...
Why??? Sundays are the most useful day of the week....
Think about the girl's shopping...
The boy's hangouts....
The visit to your old friend...
The visit to your sick grandmother....
There is just so many things to do, on a Sunday...
so guys get up!!!!! Don't waste your time and Hurry before, the one interesting day of the week gets end!!!!!!!1