Day 2# – Infinity

I heard this in a TV show today.

Why is there a word to describe the concept of infinity, when we are actually incapable of understanding it?

This really got me thinking. Life isn’t forever. Anything you earn does not stay with you forever. What is forever then? If nothing is forever then change is the only thing that lasts. I guess infinity is constant and continuous change. Everyone and everything go through it and that’s the way of life.

I’m from India and I realised a few days ago that I didn’t know much about my culture or about the cultures of those around me. I guess I was in a mood for something deep and meaningful because life has been feeling meaningless for quite some time. So I looked up the Dalai Lama. Even though it’s all associated with Tibet, it still felt quite close to home.

They have many interesting things that are discussed in their religion. Buddhism is by far the most interesting religion I’ve come across. I’m a Hindu and I know a lot of Christians and Muslims. I’ve heard all the lore and just all of it. Right from Jesus to Prophet Muhammad and Krishna. I thought all of that was incredible. But Buddhism only intrigued me more.

One of the things that caught my eye was the sand mandala. I might be wrong. But what I understand is that it’s this intricate design that is made from coloured sand. This design is blueprinted to the millimetre and to the milligram of sand to be used. It takes a long time and a lot of effort to make it. And they create this beautiful thing only to rub it all away till it reduces to nothing but dust. It is to symbolise that nothing is forever. Life, however beautiful it is will reduce to ashes some day. That doesn’t have to be a bad thing even if it’s not a great thing. It’s just how it is.

Even the Dalai Lama himself. They choose a new reincarnation after one passes away. The teacher is always evolving and so are the teachings.

I guess what I take from this is that. Pain or joy, nothing is forever. So it doesn’t have to affect you the way it does. These things don’t have that much power over you. It’s how you choose to look at it. You can keep what you like and ignore what you don’t think you want for your life and things will still be just fine. Because everything will pass.

At the end of the day we have only one life that is guaranteed. We don’t know if there’s another side. So we might as well live this one to the fullest. Right?

– The Obsessive Writer

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Day 1# – Regret, Realisation And Revival

My days lately have had some weird beginnings and ends. I wake up in the middle of the afternoon and I go to sleep at 4 A.M. in the morning. What’s worse than having nothing to do? Having people point out that you have nothing to do. Lazy days are great after a hectic weak. But they can make you feel like a bit of a failure when every day is the same. It’s a paradox. I hate doing nothing but it’s what my body and mind seem to need. It’s like I’m grieving something but I don’t know what it is.

On the worst of days we all have a way out. It’s always something or someone. A sliver of hope that we can hold on to. We often tend to take that way out for granted. I used to rely on people that way. People I hardly spoke to, I would make them carry the weight of my world on days I couldn’t handle it. When they stuck around it didn’t matter much. But now that I seem to have no one I can see the error of my ways.

I have made my peace with loneliness. I even enjoy it sometimes. It’s so ironic. I can never seem to shut up when people are around. But I only talk about irrelevant things. I’ve always secretly been an introvert. I’ve been so good at keeping that a secret that most people think I’m a cheerful outgoing person.

Apart from this incessant ranting, the point of this post is that, I want you to understand that no matter who you are or what you are, it’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with it if you get gloomy at times. Forcing yourself out of the dumps is not really necessary just because everyone says you have to. Take your own time. Everyone goes about life in their own ways and we have to be respectful of that.

And if you are ready to pull yourself together, a great way to do that is to find out what you’re thankful for. Straight up make a list. Counting your blessings is bound to put a smile on your face. Even a glass of water that someone else may not be able to afford is a blessing in disguise.

– The Obsessive Writer.

A Blog A Day

Writing is the most positive thing in my life. It has put me over the moon on good days and helped me pull myself out of the dumps on bad ones. I find myself alone, often. I am not literally alone but I am lonely almost all the time.

So I thought I should make the time to write a little for you guys every day. Maybe about my day or about whatever it is that’s on my mind that I think you’ll find interesting. I will start posting regularly from tomorrow (17th May, 2018). I really hope you guys check in every day and I really hope that I don’t bore you to death with my rambling. 😀

Stay tuned!

– The Obsessive Writer

P.S. I am still interested in doing the custom poetry thing. Please email me if you’re interested.

THE ONE WITH THE STEREOTYPES

Some people throw around the term “feminist” like its an accusation.

“You can’t make a big deal about everything that happens to you just ’cause you’re a woman.”

“You can’t relate everything a man says to sexism.”

“Women are too dramatic!”

Any of these sound familiar?

I used to feel really passionate about these things but now I’ve just sort of given up. It’s become the norm. Women get instantly judged for the way they look and men get judged for the amount of money they make and how successful they are. I’ve always hated that. I would have given anything to be judged for my success instead of my looks! But now it feels like being judged at all, no matter what its for, is equally awful.

Life is hard no matter what your gender is. People are harsh on you no matter who you are. In fact, the better you are doing in life, the more hate you are bound to get. Hate has become such a common word. It’s not something we should be throwing around so lightly. In a world that is dominated by social media, with people who are all about self-promotion it’s become really easy to use our voice as weapons. But, with great power comes great responsibility, right?

I was just scrolling through the comments of a post by a female celebrity on social media.  Lots of people say positive things. It’s wonderful to see no matter what it is they support. And then there are those who cast stones with their words. There were some brutal comments on how she looked. I get that the whole profession and fame of these celebrities exist because of their fans and that the public has the right to voice their opinions. But what’s the point of saying such hateful things? What do you hope to achieve with that? Do you become more beautiful by calling her ugly? I hardly think so.

If you think this post is about me asking the world to change, you’re wrong. I only have one piece of advice for you. Not everyone is going to like who you are and you just have to live with that. Real happiness is realising that the only approval you need is from yourself. Whoever you are. Man or woman. Be one with the stereotypes. Wear your weakness like armour and no one can hurt you.

– The Obsessive Writer

ROSES


This is my first attempt at digital art. Please let me know what you think! 😀 I couldn’t find a mouse so I had to make do with the touch pad of my laptop which is why the drawing is a bit trash.

Your feedback is much appreciated! Thank you 🙂

– The Obsessive Writer

Enough

For a day, just a day

I would kill to be

Not anybody’s dream girl

Not the most popular

Not the kindest soul

Not the greatest friend

Not the best daughter

Just for a day

I would like to be enough.

©️ Abirami

Travel Blog #2 – My College trip to Mysore, India.

It was an emotional time both because it was going to be my last college trip and also because I was having a hard time with life in general.

I was and still am so busy with college. That’s why I haven’t been writing as much as I used to. I’ll be back here in a few weeks time. And well, this trip was a very welcome break. I was quite reluctant to take it at first and I might have even been quite salty during the trip 😀 but I’m glad I did.

If you’re wondering why I was salty, just imagine sharing a hotel room with your TEACHER. Yikes. It was too much information for me to be around to watch her bodily functions and the happenings of her personal life. 😐 Listening to my teacher talk to her mother on the phone while in our room totally changed my perspective on her. She was this strict, authoritarian professor who took no shit from no one. But getting all up close and personal has made her a lot more human in my eyes. She’s not THAT bad I guess.

There was some epic class bonding as always. People who had their noses buried in books all day let loose and tried to have fun. It was nice seeing a different side to everyone. It always happens I guess. When a group of people are thrust together and forced to coexist, they go from classmates to friends. Survival buddies if you will.

For those of you who do not know, Mysore is a city rich in culture and vast beauty. It has marvelous architecture. Maybe even some of the best you’ll see in India.

We went to the Mysore Palace. The royal family still lives here. It was like an underrated Taj Mahal of sorts.

And then we went to the head quarters of Infosys at Mysore. It’s a software company. And it put the palace to shame. Have a look and you’ll understand why!

I don’t understand in what world people get to work in places like this. I mean, if it were me. I wouldn’t be able to sit inside and look at a computer screen all day. I’d probably be out in the campus all day gawking at how beautiful everything looks.

So if you ever go to Mysore, whether you visit the palace or not, make sure you visit the Infosys headquarters. 😀

We also went to the zoo. It was hilarious because we were way too old for a place like that. 😀 But I love animals so I didn’t really mind.

– The Obsessive Writer