Transforming Thoughts into Words!

“Omg! you look gorgeous!- ah! that’s too much to write..lets just hit the heart key, it will convey it all. But let’s pause for a moment and consider does it really convey what you wanted to say? will it have the same impact as your personal comment would? Neither will it get you a tagged comment saying Thank you..

Apart from facebook, in our daily lives, we skip lots of words of appreciation and buttering; which we think we should have said or spoken but do not speak due to following reasons-

  • It would be an awkward situation to handle
  •  I would be misinterpreted (especially in case if you are a guy)
  •  Who does that in today’s times?
  •  Let it go! it would not make such a difference.

But what if it creates a better situation, better understanding? and you are not misinterpreted and considered as frank or bold person? And don’t you want to be a different person in this huge world? and what if it makes a difference…

Little compliments, words of appreciation, good thoughts and anticipation of efforts never harm anybody, it only boosts up morale, secondly your thoughts will turn into actions and will not just roam around , occupying spaces in your head.

So next time, you see someone looking pretty, say it! next time you see an oldie working out, appreciate him! Thank your teachers and parents even if these days its not so cool! Touch the feet of your elders and bow in respect even it’s uncommon in your peers.. and take time to gratify the glorious ; if you know its worth it!


When you’ll transform your thoughts into your words, World around you will involuntarily Transform!

P.S. This is how I transform my thoughts into words, hope you like it 🙂

Rakshabandhan 2016: 1.44 a.m., 18 August (Thursday)

The day will begin with all chaos and noise & getting perfectly dressed and end as it generally ends with happiness gleaming, not because of the thread on your wrist but because of the all the presents and money received. But in these times where we live in secured environments of our homes and are much busy with the hustle bustle of our daily lives that notion of knot of protection seems absurd; I wonder why this occasion bothers us so much? Why are we so excited to buy the perfect Rakhis? Why we want to gift a perfect present to her? Is it all about just the rituals and roots or there is something much more to it? Or in the 21st century we are still stuck with the impression of thread of protection? I am not against the very idea of the occasion but what else apart from it.

This Rakshabandhan let us tie the thread—

  • To remind ourselves that we are not alone in this huge world, there will always be someone to spy on all our activities and to be on our head with never ending problems
  • To cherish beautiful times spent together, by looking at perfectly photo bombed pictures or half head photos.
  • To receive lots of sweets and cash of course, only to have them eaten within a week if not secured safely and to lend loans for lifetime.
  • To feel the aura of occasion, by mocked at how ugly you look in that newly brought dress
  • To celebrate rich culture, and reminded how you have been picked up from a bin outside the hospital.

Apart from these reasons, we tie the threads to say to our siblings how special they are to us, how much we love them and how different our lives would be without them! It would have been pretty hard to express such feelings if this festival was not celebrated.

We tie the band on wrist so that we can say without a doubt, “don’t you mess with me or he/she will beat you up!” and to cherish the sacred bond so far away from feign.

This Rakshabandhan let us express all we want to! The Love as well as the hidden Respect 😉

Bliss in Disguise

 Dedicated to: “People who have reached heights because of their hardwork and to the people who are on their path. hopefully it inspires all young buds turning to beautiful flowers.”

As I stand here at the top,

with head high and feet grounded, where people could only dream of, the falls and advances on deck they led…

What I was and what I am, is not a miracle but a transformation, clogged with experiences, a will to compass the destination…

The hardships and nuisance at the tender age, the torment and torture, the hurt and insult, the bruises and damange suffered to grow, ripened me to the core..

The whips and scorns of beastly boss,  the rebuking of the superiors, rising up before sunrise,  exterting through dark hours,  burning my eyes..

All the wounds of either heat or ice,  entire progression was bliss in disguise, recalling yesterdays inflates the heart with pride,  a zero at the front rolled thousands behind..