Visionary - View the positives (+)

After a super emotional blog, thought of taking a break and write something fresh. What do you think would be more refreshing and inspiring than a second chance.

I always have had the opinion that we are what we see around, we are what we surround ourselves with. Our day may not go as we expected that to be, there could be negativities in our thoughts. Amidst all the chaos, looking at the 'happy happy' things will build a ray of hope in your thoughts. This pretty much explains the cute things in my desk.

Whenever i take a quick walk from my place to cafeteria, I glance through the kids' drawings in the side wall. One of them reads 'A second chance never hurts'. Knowingly or unknowingly, this line rooted deep inside me. As days pass by, I could sense the change in my temper. There is an incredible increase in my patience level. I started gifting me that second chance I always craved for. Everyone is prone to make mistakes, giving it some time or a second chance will elate your life. Credits for that betterment go to the painting.

To make yourself better, put a happy note on a wall (I mean "the real wall", not Facebook :P) which you would see quite often. I am sure it will make your day even more beautiful. 

Surround yourself with positivity! Stay Positive! Stay happy! 😊😊😊😊

'P' in Possessiveness is Pure

Aura of Valentine week had infected me too, a little! :P Like how air is majorly composed of nitrogen and oxygen, love is infused with warmth affection and possessiveness. Love/possessiveness is something more than what is pertained to a girl-boy thing.

"I have always been a little possessive person, i used to hate myself for being like that until i saw that emotion coming out of a kid. 

My nephew was hardly 2 years old when it happened. At times he used to beat/bite me for no reason and most times I used to irritate him for no reason. It always is a love-hate relationship between both of us. I was at his home, working something on my laptop and my mom was feeding me. In similar fashion, my sister was feeding my nephew. He was giving a constant gaze at me though i wasn't understanding what wrong i did do to deserve that look. For a moment, my mom moved away from her place to get another dosa. Once she made her way out, he walked towards me. Then placed my hand in the plate suggesting me to eat on my own and found his way back. When my mom returned back from kitchen, he made sure she fed him. This scene connected all the dots. 

I have noticed a lot of such emotions from kids, off late. Kids are very pure from heart. So for sure, this emotion what they have can't be adulterated"

Heard people say 'Possessiveness will ruin any relationship, it is an act of not trusting the other person'. But, not really. A little fear/possessiveness means you do care. The respect what you show on someone you love, the understanding what you have on someone you want to be with, the care what you take on someone you adore, the love what you have on someone special may eventually turn out to be possessiveness. Nonetheless, too much of anything is good for nothing :)

Hope isn't a bad thing

On my journey from Thoothukudi -> Chennai -> Sunnyvale, traversed through harder than boulder paths, met tender hearts and bolder eyes, loved and hated, laughed and cried, made beautiful haunting memories. In that emotional odyssey, hope is the most important virtue which kept me alive and let me make the move consistently. 

It could be a silly incident but it made me think hope isn't really a bad thing.

 "It was a blissful sunny morning in Mountain View. I was still getting cozier in my bed, snoozing my alarm for more than an hour. Finally when i got the urge to rise from bed, clock hands already went past 8.30 a.m. Sneaked out of my room with not wanting to see my house owner aunty as the first person for the day. I tiptoed and got ready. Happily ate dosa, one of my morning rituals that i would never really miss. I have to walk from my house for 5 minutes to catch my scheduled bus. Before i could sort out the things and go out to catch my bus, i was late by 2 mins. On a normal day, i would have just striked out the option of taking the bus as I know the buses are very punctual and get on the road by sharp 9.45 a.m. But then i thought of giving it a try and left the house at 9.42 a.m with lesser hope to catch the bus. Lesser or more, nevertheless it is hope. I crossed the road and started walking towards the bus. By then, bus already had moved. It was not really the driver's responsibility to stop the bus when he sees me on the walking pathway 100m away from the stop. But he did stop the bus and opened the door with a beautiful smile. Missing the bus wouldn't have had any impact on me but the gesture of the driver to halt the bus made an effect on me. Irrespective of whether I am good or bad, lazy or active, correct or wrong, arrogant or innocent, always there are beautiful people around me who sweeps away my miserability"

It could be a random incident but it entrusted the hope on me again. Small things create more meaning to the life.  

PS: this is my first post, i am planning to continue this blog with my day-to-day life incidents which create some impact on me. Please comment if you can relate to it or if you want to share the feedback.