Saturday, 3 May 2014

23 lessons learned in 23 years of living


  1. Your parents have always been right (almost), especially your mom.
  2. Your GPA doesn't tell how smart you are. There is a world beyond those fake numbers.
  3. Life isn't fair. So suck it up. However, that doesn't mean if one door closes, another won't open. Just keep looking out for opportunities.
  4. Procrastination is not cool and its the best way of self sabotage.
  5. It's alright to hopelessly love someone.
  6. It's alright if someone breaks your heart. It teaches you a lot about yourself. It teaches you about a million of emotions you could feel, it shows you how strong a person you are and it helps you find the real you.
  7. Most of the times you're not in love, you are in love with the idea of love.
  8. You can find yourself alone amongst a group of friends , but then that's okay too. That  means you need sometime for yourself.
  9. It's alright to learn a lesson the harder way and It's completely fine to cry. It doesn't mean you're weak. It's a sign of strength.
  10. You're strong and that's why you have survived so far.
  11. People will leave you. That's how it is! Don't cry over it.
  12. It's okay to be SCARED but that shouldn't stop you from trying new things.
  13. Do not regret any choice you have ever made, it's something you wanted at that instant, in that moment. Learn from it , don't regret.
  14. It's alright to kiss a stranger.
  15. Reading and travelling are mandatory.
  16. Staying in touch with high school friends won't be difficult if you really want to stay in touch.
  17. Living with friends is beautiful but living alone is awesome. No pants. Hell yeah! 
  18. Eat whatever you want to and as much as you want to. Let's do justice to our taste buds. Dieting is over rated. Having said that, exercising is important too or just go for a run. No one wants to die of high cholesterol at the age of 40.
  19. Netflix will be there for you always.
  20. You will not see your best friend everyday but you will know you can call that person at 2 a.m and cry and they will patiently listen to you the hundredth time about the guy who broke your heart, about the job you don't like or how life has been sucking blood out of you.
  21. Your teenage poetry isn't gonna get you famous but keep on writing.
  22. It's never too late to change your majors or interests. Be strong enough to do what you really want to do.
  23. Nothing lasts forever but then Life is too short to be unhappy.



Monday, 7 April 2014

Poetry

So I was sitting on my couch, watching the rain falling on my window pane and surfing on internet when I came across a zillion of thoughts of how I love poetry. It was within a microsecond that all my technical thoughts shifted from how to create an artificial blood vessel to how beautiful a writer Shakespeare is. How brain works is crazy, isn't it? In a microsecond cutting through a  myriad memories and current assignment ideas, my brain recalled a poem about Lucy, violet, moss , which I had read back when I was 11 or 12 years old in my English textbook. What I was surprised at was that how it was deep rooted inside my head. Since I remembered a few words from the poem, I googled them and Bam!! There it was!! 'She dwelt among the untrodden ways' by William Shakespeare.
I hesitated to read it for a second. It was like opening of a chapter from childhood where those memories warm you up from inside, but they also tear you apart. Poetry is the overflow of powerful feelings that have been originated from emotion recollected in tranquility. I wanted to share this poem with everyone. Here it goes-

            SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways
            Beside the springs of Dove,
          A Maid whom there were none to praise
            And very few to love:

          A violet by a mossy stone
            Half hidden from the eye!
          --Fair as a star, when only one
            Is shining in the sky.

          She lived unknown, and few could know
            When Lucy ceased to be;                                  
          But she is in her grave, and, oh,

             The difference to me!