When Silence Speaks...

I had my birthday recently, and more than ever I felt I should write about it. I have always been thankful for having beautiful people in my life, good friends , well wishers, who care for me.  I have been having a rough time, juggling a bunch of issues of life. And I have been worried, tensed, frustrated and what not. But then my Birthday came, and I was left pleasantly shocked. I saw how many friends came together to wish me, w ho remembered me, friends with whom I go way back to 2005; more than 10 years.  I had video chats, calls and of course spent time in person with friends and colleagues around me. Everyone did make me feel special. They made me realize that I am valued as a person, and my happiness, my well-being does matter to them. They not only care for me, but also my sadness cascades to them as well. They want to see me smiling as always. These are people who know me and love me the way I am. And I cannot thank enough for having such good people in my life. Thank

Why is it that we are so much stereotyped about few things that we can't be what we really are; but are forced to be someone else by other's standards? I am a female and I am proud of my gender. But that doesn't mean I should love cooking or be dressing up like a barbie doll. There are a bunch of things that I am and  I don't think there's anything wrong in it. I love Boxing/Kickboxing; but that doesn't mean I go punching everyone at their face or do hooliganism. I love Hiking the mountains and not walking in the park, but that doesn't mean I am not romantic. I am straight forward and speak my mind instead of listening silently and nodding to someone else's view, but that doesn't mean I don't respect the thought of the other person. Courtesy - Google Images I listen to my heart and believe in following my principles and dreams, but that doesn't mean I am stubborn. I carry an attitude that I have built over years, but that

I went shopping yesterday. I had couple of items in mind to shop for, and I ended up buying a bunch of unrelated things. You might be saying with a smirk a common trait of every women . Well, that's not my topic of thought today.  I remembered a day 12 years back when I was in Bangalore on an internship during my final year of engineering. I was staying with a friend and we were 4 girls who had picked up that company from our class. It was a weekend ( I think, I don't remember though ), and we 4 girls went out to shop at Commercial Street of Bangalore. For those who know Bangalore, they know this street very well. In-numerous; eye-catching; lavish; colorful items adorning every store, that keeps calling you to buy them. A Saree Store in my hometown Back in those days, my family was financially struggling; and so was another friend of mine( and we both wanted to buy something since we were heading back to our hometown after the training) . While, my third friend, sh