Showing posts with label Young. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Young. Show all posts

Saturday, January 12, 2013

The Stages of Life

The reality of life hurts,

      1.       As a child, you will fall down and hurt yourself
      2.       As a school kid, you will have no best friend
      3.       As a teenager, you will have some fucked up hormonal and emotional swings
      4.       As a late teenager, you will be used and dumped
      5.       As a mature adult, you will work your ass off day and night
      6.       As a mother, you will give up so many things just to stay home and make it a home
      7.       As a father, you will work so hard to provide for your family
      8.       As a sister, you will have endless arguments about silly things with your siblings
      9.       As a wife/husband, you will have to make many sacrifices
      10.   As an old person, you will be bored of life

 But there’s always a “but”

      1.       But later on, you will show off your scar and remember how you stayed strong through it all.
      2.       But, you will have a group of friends with whom you play “mud”.
      3.       But, you will always remember your first crush.
      4.       But, you will never realise how you’ve probably done the same to someone else.
      5.       But, the money is so totally worth it.
      6.       But, it is worth it when your husband and kids say, “Oh what lovely sambar mom!”
      7.       But, it is worth it when your kids grow up and are a success thanks to your education.
      8.       But, it’s the advice sessions that really count!
      9.       But, these sacrifices are what make it work.
      10.   But, you’ll learn to reflect upon the last 9 points of your life and accept that fact that “Life is good. I have lived my life.”

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Life

We all love our parents don't we? And of course, our parents loved their parents didn't they? Then I have one question; why were old age homes invented?

Sure everything revolves around money today. That's a fact. Fact fact fact. Am sure Mr Gradgrind from Charles Dickens' 'Hard Times' would be so proud of me for saying this. No emotions involved...just a mechanical life: Go to work, make money, come home, eat, shit, sleep, wake up the next day and do it all over again.

Has it never occurred to the kids who dump their parents in old age homes that their parents could have dumped them in an orphanage as well? Or left them on the streets? But they didn't! They took care of you; when you lied, they scolded you; when you were down, they encouraged you; when you hurt yourself, they took care of you. How do you have the heart to dump someone who gave birth to you? Who brought you into this world? Who made you who you are today?

Life is too short to live mechanically. It's the small things in life we need to appreciate. It's the people in our lives who make a difference. I learned recently:


"One day, you need to have someone with
whom you can look back at these memories..."
Photograph by: Tanushree Dwivedi
It took time, but I learnt to live.
However be the days, I have learnt to live,
Now I have known this, what's happiness and what's sorrow;
Both are weathers of two moments;
Neither they wait nor stay.
Life gets made of two colours, 
Now angry, now placated.
This, this is here...

- Der lagi lekin maine ab hai jeena seekh liya, Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara.


Learn to live, yes. Seize the moment, yes. Make memories, yes. But never do these things alone. One day, you need to have someone with whom you can look back at these memories. Family, friends, strangers, lovers...everyone means something at some point in your life. 

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Aging

A few more months and it’s all over,
I am so young, so sober.
Everyone around me dances and sings,
With alcohol in their systems,
Unaware of the danger it brings.

I looked around at my tidy room,
Everything had its own place; Even the tiny broom.
When did everything run by so quickly?
It seemed just like yesterday,
When my mother used to do things for me,
As I sat there, looking sickly.

An immature kid I was.
Running around like there was no such thing as danger.
Today I sit at a desk,
With pen and paper,
Writing this ridiculous poem,
About something that is yet to come.

3 more months; the countdown begins.
This is so nerve wrecking!
People say, “Age is just a number”
And to them I say, “Well, you couldn't get any dumber!”
3 more months, I will no longer be a teenager.
Oh well, let the mature shit begin.