Keepin it Real!

“Be nice”, they said. “Always be nice.” As important as it is to say nice things often, it’s also necessary that you remember to say things only when you mean them. I learned it the hard way. But, I guess, the hard way is always the appropriate way. Your little, harmless exaggerations could very well make someone’s day. Put a nice smile on their face. Making people smile… isn’t that nice? That satisfaction. Man. Just awesome. Gets you real high. But those things you say, start losing their value. If you go around telling everybody you meet that you love them, then when the time comes when you actually feel like you really; just really LOVE them; that phrase won’t mean a thing. You’d have to invent a whole new phrase to show them what you mean, and that’s a total drag. You don’t have to be an I-love-you-prude. Just say it when you mean it.

It’s the same case with letting people into your mind. When you’re the kind of person who tells just about anyone your deepest secrets, then it doesn’t matter who you confide in. Save the good stuff for the right people. I’m sure you all have them. Those right people. 

If you’d do anything for anyone, then what sets apart your people from everyone else? Yeah, sure, you’d know. But who cares what you know? Unless there comes a day when you can feed your thoughts into a computer and actually show it to those people, you have no definitive way of letting them know what they mean to you.

Certain things in life make sense only when you’re going through it yourself. To me, this is one of those things. And when you talk about these things you can’t really be sure you’re making sense. Yes, it’s kind of a bummer. So, I’m just going to go with my gut. Have a good day everybody. And hopefully you’re keepin it real! 🙂


The Tiny Soldier – Flash Fiction Chain #5

This post is a part of the Flash Fiction Chain #5 hosted at PhoTrablogger. It is inspired by the photo below. You can check out his blog for some amazing photography and also the complete version of this story which I have the honour of beginning. I am new to this, so please be kind. 😀

The characters are:

1. Rick – a not so ordinary ten year old.

2. Jenna – a social service employee.

3. Mrs.Montgomery – the foster mom

4. Jake – Mrs. Montgomery’s only son.

Here goes:

Flash Fiction Chain #5
Flash Fiction Chain #5 at PhoTrablogger
A child’s life is a lot more complicated than we take it to be. There are all these hopes and dreams but never any means of reaching up to them. Kind of like shooting stars you can only wish over but never really catch, feel in the palm of your hand. At ten years of age, Rick had gone through a lot more than any average kid. Spending a significant part of your life being juggled between foster families can give you a pretty good idea about what the world has to offer. The expectations are much lower and the hope begins to waver. Little Rick, however, was hard headed and quite proud of that. The determination and resolve he possessed for his age set him apart from the rest of kids. A bit too far apart.

His list of allies comprised of one to zero people. A kind hearted social service worker, Jenna, had a soft corner for him and made sure he had a roof over his head when things didn’t work out with his new foster family. And that, was a bit too often. Now, Rick was no brat who brought on complications for himself. His personality did it for him. He was not much of a people person. Not that he disliked them but that he was so…. unlike them. Whilst any boy of ten would love to play out in the rain or roll around in mud, Rick would much rather spend the day reading. Conversations weren’t meant for him. People were just too ordinary to be amusing. Getting sucked into a whole new dimension through paper and printing ink was all he lived for.

Naturally the world chews up and spits out anything that stands out. Every family he was assigned to described him as cold and distant and simply wanted him gone. Things were getting out of hand. Jenna spent what felt like forever explaining to Rick, the effect he had on people. He needed a home and for that he had to behave. Rick who never really let many people get to him, felt bad for Jenna. She believed in him. He understood how self destructive faith could be. But to let his actions affect Jenna was not something he wanted. Jenna wasn’t so bad. She was nice. Pretty. Always had a brilliant smile for him. He didn’t quite understand what a mother could be like but he imagined someone in the likes of Jenna.

A few fake smiles and friendly gestures, just like that Rick was in. A Mrs.Montgomery was thrilled to have him. She was a serious philanthropist. So serious that she had about 12 foster kids in addition to her only son Jake. Jake was not a big fan of his mother’s work. In his home that was meant for him and his mom ran around 12 screaming, annoying children. You can see why he has as a problem with that. So, he was constantly irritated with them and was something of a bully. The thing about fresh meat is that it does not go unnoticed.

Rick easily made into Jake’s hit list and for some reason never got off it. Jake had some sort of aversion to him and as a result of that he was a victim of constant bullying. He often had his books snatched away or simply laughed at and ridiculed. It made the other kids keep their distance from him out of fear of being targeted for association. It was usual for him. He grew up in loneliness. But it was a whole new thing to feel completely alone in the middle of a mob. To be avoided like that, stings. It’s tough being a kid. He couldn’t help but let it get to him. As always, he shrugged it off and tried to make it on his own.

One winter morning he woke up to the sound of a mockingbird. It was one of the less terrible ways to begin a day. He felt as though the bird’s song was a reminder. He had to keep up his charade to go unnoticed. The last thing he wanted was to disappoint Jenna. She worried too much…..  It was a beautiful day, he noticed as he went out to the porch. He liked the quiet. Loved it actually. The world seemed less threatening without all the jarring noises. It was a blessing to be aloof from all that hassle. The moist air soothed his nerves. He was hardly ever at peace. Unfortunately, with peace came thoughts and they brought along sorrow. It starts small and then just drags you down, emotions spiralling out of control. He blinked away tears and stood there in the cold.

There was a strange noise. He felt like he was being watched. You know.. that eery sensation? He looked up to find a monkey hanging upside down from the overhead cables. It was like he could see him looking at him. The monkey peered at him with curious eyes. Rick darted back into the house partly terrified and excited at the same time. He came back out with a ripe Banana in his hands. He’d read about monkeys liking Bananas. It was time to test that theory. He waved it frantically in the air hoping he could catch its attention… was he going to make a friend? It was a new day…

For the rest of the story:
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11

The people, My people.

The sweet sweet feeling of endless exams finally coming to an end. MAN! that lasted about two seconds. Yeah, I know. Nothing pleases me! I’ll never learn. Anyway, Well, I’ve gotten my ritualistic unrelated introductory session over with. How are you all doing? It’s been a while since I connected with the fellow bloggers out here. I’ve seen some amazing people here over the days and quite frankly I miss them. I’m sure you understand what this must feel like. We all have so many people in our lives each with a different role. One extremely important role in the life of a writer (if I can call myself that) is that of a fellow blogger. The refreshing anonymity and common ground we share makes this so special. I have been truly inspired by so many people whom I’ve not even met in reality. So yes, this is a shout out to all the amazing people out there. I would love for you to share your philosophies of life or simply what’s going on if you would like to spare me the time. 🙂 Keep writing, inspiring. I would be dysfunctional without you guys! 😀

Love, The Obsessive Writer.

Family is everything.

I bet you didn’t see that coming! 😀

An entire post about family. What does that make you think? As for me, a title like that? The first thing that would shoot right out of my brain would be an overwhelming amount of sympathy, because my preliminary assumption would be that the person was recovering from some serious set-back through the most popular “family bonding” routine. Well, maybe that is because I personally go to family as a last resort. Never knew why though. Meh, anyway, this is me getting nostalgic looking at old photos of me and my family from back when I was a tiny little lump of joy! 😀

We aren’t the conventional family. Regardless. Like every other kid, my dad is my hero and mom is my favourite woman. It was always that way for me. Although they weren’t very fond of each other, me, I was their little girl. Throughout my childhood I was always that lucky kid with the cool dad. I was my father’s princess and he’d get me the whole world if I asked for it. I know what you think, some of you might think he was spoiling me. To those of you, I have to say, my dad raised me in the best possible way. I was a happy kid because of him and that happiness was the ultimate reason behind my confidence. Even as a kid I was fearless, not easily intimidated and I always believed that I deserved the world. I still believe in all that and that is why I am the overachiever I am today.

My Dad was big on morals. But he wasn’t ever that guy who would ask me to turn the other cheek. Right from kindergarten, he always said, “Give people only what they deserve. That is all you’re required to do” . My dad is a lot of things, impressive things at that. The reason as to why he was my hero was his personality. I always admired him, his attitude. He’s the most influential man I’ve ever met. He can make anything happen, persuade anyone into doing anything.  I get my charms from him! 😀

My Mother was a whole different story. My Dad was smart, my Mom was brainy. The first thing I remember about her is that she always knew everything. She’s that mad scientist type of person. You just go around observing their every activity and that is amusing all by itself. She taught me pride and self-respect. That insane feminist inside of me, that’s all mom! The best thing about her is that she is brutally honest. She is my best critic. There was never any sugar-coating in my life. I always had a good idea about who I was and what I am capable of. All that I have no one but Mom to thank for. Among the two, she was the strict parent. Being the brat I was, I totally needed someone to keep me in line. 😀 She’d just laugh. Ah, that cheerful laugh, each time my mischief got a little out of hands. Being adored by a mother is the greatest feeling in the world.

Mom was always more of a friend to me. With her I always felt equal. I could share anything with her and she’d always value my opinion in things. She’d never write me of as a blabbing kid. She made me love life with her endless stories of how fun life could be. She shared all of life’s philosophies with me and made me want to have my own philosophy, my own ideas and values. She taught me to be open-minded and give new things a chance. That is the reason behind the acceptance for life in me. The way she faced everything in life, without a flinch, it inspired me in ways words cannot explain.

It wasn’t just my parent’s who moulded me. Maybe I didn’t have siblings, but my cousins, they were just as good. In fact I always referred to them as my brother and sister. My big brother showed me how to lose myself and have fun. He influenced me to be the happy person I am and my sister, she simply made me, me. She pushed me to have my own original personality and went through life with me as the greatest sister in the world! My grandpa was my best friend and Grams is the kindest person in the world, who always, very subtly taught me life’s most important lessons.

It doesn’t matter if you’re not from the same honey pot. What matters is that you stick together through thick and thin. Family is what you make it.
– Winnie the Pooh.

Family has doesn’t always have to be blood related. Sometimes, if you’re lucky enough, you meet people who you know will do anything for your happiness. Those people, they’re family too. It’s more about the love and care than the DNA. It isn’t necessary for you to have been with them all your life. In the little while you’ve known them, the experiences, the gut feeling, you just know who is family and who isn’t. I guess, I am just glad to be this lucky to have met them. Loving parents, that’s not very uncommon, but these people, only I have them and I will be insanely proud forever! 😀 🙂

No matter what comes or goes, family is the best thing and it is forever. Family never let’s go. It is always there for you, through thick and thin and it will always believe in you, one hundred percent. Well, I know mine does. I am forever grateful. What about you?

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