Beauty and wellness, thoughts

Let’s change the rules of beauty.

Hi folks!

Long time since I wrote something (I hardly find anytime these days). So, no I’m not promoting Dove’s “Let’s break the rules of beauty campaign”. It is just my personal musings which I’m putting to platter today. Let’s talk about beauty first. What is beauty? Is it something that pleases the aesthetic senses or is it something that pleases your soul? For me it’s the latter one.

All over the world there are so many diverse cultures and ethnicities, it is not difficult but impossible to find out the parameters for physical beauty and come on a consensus. And this is true not only for women but for men as well.

Why do you think this topic is important or discuss? Is it relevant at all in today’s globalised world? The answer is absolutely yes. It is highly likely that people associate their physical appeal and attributes to their self confidence and most of the times they fear raising their opinions in public because they are not confident about their looks.

Can we do anything to change this? I feel that if there’s anything that will be effective is to tell little girls and young boys not to bully others for their appearance. (As a child I got bullied for my skin colour and I know how it feels. I wish somebody could tell have told me that you’re not dusky you’re chocolatey.) Let’s tell those young girls that it’s ok to be dusky, it’s ok to have small eyes (like little twinkling stars), there’s no problem in being fat or being to slim, it’s completely ok to have curly, wavy, straight, long , short, medium or any type of hair. It’s ok for boys to be short and slim. Everything is ok. Don’t focus on things you can’t change and focus on the things you can, for looks can be deceptive but your skills can not. So, all those who want to make a difference in someone else’s life, make sure you don’t let others’ fell prey of this whimsical desire of looking pretty instead let them work on building a healthy mind and a beautiful soul. 🙂



Love is my Favorite emotion. Love is something about which I can talk any day, anytime. But the question is what is love? Is it the water that falls in form of rain? Is it the music which comes when wind whispers through trees ? Is it the fragrance that comes from wet sand? Is it in the cooing of birds ? Or is it in the taste of the food my mom prepares? Is love in the silly pillow fights with my brother? Is it in the first ray of light that comes through window every morning? Is love in the talks I have with Arpita (my best friend)? Is it in the hue of beautiful roses? Is love the care my daddy have for me? Is it in the pages of Nicholas Sparks novels? Is it in the romantic movies? Is love the adrenaline rush? Is it in the scarlet cheeks of an adolescent girl? Is it in the nervousness of a young boy? Is it in the way the shy grandpa places a flower in grandma’s head?  Or is it what the mirror reflects every time I see it?

The answer is love is everywhere. Love is within us. Love is the purest of all emotions. Love is affection. Love is care. Love is sympathy. Love is sacrifice. Love is compassion. Love is meditation. Love is companionship. Love is intimacy. And love is the only thing that connects us to the supreme energy. Love bridges the gap between our body and our soul. Love is the most beautiful emotion. Lucky are those who fall in love each day. And even luckier are those who fall in love with same person (or thing ) every single day. And for those even luckier ones, love is their passion. And their passion is their love.




Who is a mother?

A mother is an ocean

of love, affection and devotion.

A mother is an epitome

of sacrifices.

She is the one ,

who nurtures us, supports us

and above all

provides us with her selfless care.

She is the one ,

who defines love.

Who is a mother?

A mother is an angel

gifted to us,

by the almighty!

(dedicated to the love of my life- my mom 🙂 )



Promise day!

As we all know that valentine’s week is going on and today is promise day. So today I’m going to make some promises to myself ( Yeah, who said you can only make promises to your valentine? 😛 ). So here is the list.

  1. I’ll try to be more beautiful. Yes you read it right. But beautiful not from my external appearance but from my heart and my soul. Now if anyone of you doesn’t understand what it means, let me elaborate it. From ‘beauty of heart’ I mean, a person who is easy to like, who is empathetic (which I’m 😛 ) and who cares about feelings and sentiments of other people.
  2. I’ll try to spread smile and happiness. Well what is the use of a person who can make only himself/herself happy? A life worth living is where you can bring smiles on other’s face.
  3. I’ll try to motivate myself and others. How? Through my writings (Like this one).
  4. I’ll try to be a better person than I yesterday was. And do you know what is the first step to be a better person? First recognizing what is that which needs to be worked upon and then working upon it.

So I’m going to work upon these things. Each one of you can also make some promises to yourself this promise day. 🙂


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Love marriage VS Arranged marriage

We (youth) often have discussions regarding which format of marriage is better love or arranged. Some argue in the favor of love marriage and some in favor of arranged marriage.  I do not understand who put a VS between these two. According to me love and arranged marriages are not the Earth and the sky. These are just two different sides of the same coin. I’m not biased towards any particular format I’ve seen both of them turning out to be successful.

Living in a country like India, marriage is not just the union of two souls but also the union of two families. Our parents always want to see us happy. So they according to their own experiences they try to choose the best partners for us.  But the problem that lies here is even our parents do not know us completely (I would like to apologize if I’m hurting anybody’s sentiments). They have seen us growing but they’ve not seen our thought process growing. They haven’t seen our peers, for instance, and also the conditions and situations we’re facing once we’re out of our homes. And then there is a huge generation gap at present. At most of the things our thoughts are not aligned with our parents or grandparents. So needless to say our parents know only a limited version of us (In most of the cases not for everyone). And so their sense of judgement may fail when it comes to choosing a life partner.

Now coming to the love marriage, most of us at the time of our marriage are not even sure of our choices. Everything looks fancy at first but later on turns unobtrusive. That is the reason why some of the love marriages turn into ugly divorces later. What they had thought was love, was only attraction and the phase got over and so is the marriage. Love and attraction are two different things. Love starts when the attraction begins to fade, when the people realise that the other person is not perfect but still they want to spend their life with them. Love is when you keep on falling for the same person each day and you tend to do anything to put a smile on their face 🙂 Love is bliss and the best thing in life is to fall in love. Spending the whole life with the one you love is like living in a paradise.

If you ask me what do I prefer I would say a mixture of both. A love cum arranged marriage is the best of all kinds.

I’m not ending this post and leaving it open for further discussion. 🙂



The face on the wall

by EV Lucas

My personal note: I read this story in school when I was in 7th class. Today while giving a mock test I read a passage from this story. This brought back the nostalgia to school and English  textbooks. This tremendously enthralling and captivating plot is full of twists and turns. I do not intend any copyright violations, I just wanted to share a story with everyone, a story that completely fascinates me. Now without much ado, read on 😉 

I still tingle with mortification over an experience at Dabney’s last evening, the only satisfaction being that others tingle with me. We were talking of the supernatural — that unprofitable but endlessly alluring theme — and most of us had cited an instance, without, however, producing much effect. Among the strangers to me was a little man with an anxious white face, whom Rudson-Wayte had brought, and he watched each speaker with the closest attention, but said nothing. Then Dabney, wishing to include him in the talk, turned to him and asked if he had no experience to relate, no story that contained an inexplicable element.

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