To be and to be creative are synonymous. It is impossible to be and not to be creative. But that impossible thing has happened, that ugly phenomenon has happened, because all your creative sources have been plugged, blocked, destroyed, and your whole energy has been forced into some activity that the society thinks is going to pay.
Just be and the world will adjust.

Have a great week ahead.
A x


10 Misconceptions about Introverts You Need to Clarify.

Introvert: A person who is energized by being alone and whose energy is drained by being around people.

Today I’m going to talk about a kind of population where I belong along with many others out there. Introverts. Contrary to what people think, an introvert is a person who is shy. Shyness has an element of  apprehension, nervousness and anxiety, and while an introvert may also be shy, introversion itself is not shyness!! Introverts are concerned with the inner world of the mind. We enjoy thinking and exploring our own feelings and thoughts. However, if you want to understand us, then try to know the real us. It is important to an introvert.

Having said that, here are 10 misconceptions we need to clear up right now. We are not who you think you are. We’re even better.

We  don’t hate people- We really like people, seriously, especially those who have well stuffed refrigerator or a cable connection. People exhaust us, we just get away from them to ‘recharge’ ourselves, it’s nothing personal.

We like going to parties- We really do. We just prefer it with the people we know or are comfortable with it. All that random social interaction might  end up making us look weird and weirder. If we are interested in you, you’ll know. So chill.

Not all introverts are quiet- Well, okay we tend to be quiet and subdued, that is when we are around people. Why should we talk when we have nothing meaningful to say in response to their feckless talks? We want to feel that we can trust you, and that the words we share with you aren’t wasted. We are known for keeping our word with whoever we build a relationship with. We need to know that it is secured.

Introverts need you to listen too- We are pegged as a type of people you can really open up to and share your deepest secrets- because we are good listeners and observers (we own too much me-time remember?) However, we crave for the same in return- the same amount of space to open up, trust me you’ll be surprised. It might be hard for us but that doesn’t me that we don’t want it. We need a little help in that.

Introverts aren’t BORING!- We are put under the category of people who hit their beds at 9:00 pm and spend Friday nights cuddled up in our room. Okay, so that’s true sometimes. We love our indoors, there’s food and a bed. But all that get-away time gives us a mischievous and adventurous streak, a wild side others might not see it right away.

If we don’t text you back right away, we don’t hate you- All of that reflecting and thinking takes time, and constantly being on the phone might wear us out. We just might shutdown our phones and not come back until we finish what we were doing or have regained our energy. Our system just works that way.

We need space- Not just from people but because it is important- We need spaces around us to be clean, organised and less chaotic with which we are comfortable.

We don’t like to be underestimated- No one does. But just because something isn’t easy for us, doesn’t mean we won’t do it. A great number of list gives me anxiety – from thinking about future, to meeting new people and God forbid , public speaking! But introverts can be pragmatic, if you only did things we like, we might not do much. Just be there to support us when we step out of our comfort-zone, we’ll be fine.

Books are our friends too- We recognize that people are as important as our intellectual pursuits, but that doesn’t mean that you mock us for staying at home on a Friday night to read. Books are our friends too, we just want all our friends to get along with each other.  

Introvert isn’t a dirty word- When I was first tagged as an introvert, I was flabbergasted- because it wasn’t how I saw myself. I’m so friendly and sympathetic . I used to think introverts are people who are almost invisible to the society, the not-so-cool types. But introverts are just varied and intricate as their extrovert counterparts, and even harder to pin down. We don’t make sense to other people and sometimes we don’t make sense to ourselves. We might not even recognize these facts about ourselves but there’s nothing dirty about it. It’s just who we are finicky, a little elusive and we love it.

We can be difficult I know, my friends are doing a fine job in handling my mood-swings and my over-bearing mysterious nature. I’m just lucky. There’s still a lot of misconceptions and misinformation about what we are really like- and I know that this post won’t do all introverts justice. We don’t believe in explaining ourselves to the kind who can’t handle detailed lifestyle. We are infinite.

A Citizen Of Republic India.

The simple and astonishing truth about India and Indian people is that when you go there, and deal with them, your heart always guides you more wisely than your head. There’s nowhere else in the world where that’s quite so true. – Gregory David Roberts.


Today India smells singular. You could smell it before seeing the sunrise and before the bird starts singing their sweet patriotic melody. It is the sweet, sweating smell of hope, which is the opposite of hate; and it’s the smell of pride and unconditional love, which is the opposite of greed. It is the smell of gods, demons, empires, and civilizations in resurrection and decay. It is the blue skinned smell of the sea, no matter where are you in the country, and the blood-metal smell of machines. It smells of the stir and sleep and lives of sixty million animals, more than half of them humans and rats. It smells of heartbreak , and the struggle to live, and of the crucial failures and loves that produce our courage.

It smells of ten thousand temples, shrines, churches and mosques, and of a hundred bazaars devoted exclusively to perfumes, spices, incense, and freshly cut flowers.

It is the worst good smell in the world!

It smells of people: Assamese, Jats, and Punjabis; people from Rajasthan, Bengal, and Tamil Nadu; from Pushkar, Cochin, and Konarak; warrior caste, Brahmin, and untouchable; Hindu, Muslim, Christian, Buddhist, Parsee, Jain, Animist; fair skin and dark, green eyes and golden brown and black; every different face and form of the extravagant variety, that incomparable beauty.

It is this smell. It is INDIA.

Today India celebrates its 66th Republic Day, and I am just going to smell this air of Indian history and culture and breathe humility and honor of being an Indian. A human.

Jai Hind.


What is it in you that you tend to distance yourself from society? Or drama for that matter?  You begin to mull over and try to get to the crux of every situation- everything which happens in your day-to-day life. Well, we cannot blame society for it is overrated; it knows perfectly well how to kill a man and has methods beyond subtle death.

As far as society is concerned, youngsters like me who age betwixt eighteen to twenty are frequently nagged by adults with exclamations like  “You need to grow up!!” or “It’s high time, you better get your shit together!!” and “For god sake start behaving like an adult!!”. Words like these are like cloud bursts in our lives where we are drowning in this flood of expectations and exceptions. About 70% individuals of the entire population of our generation have begun to climb their ladders towards their dreams in ways like, blogging, own brand label, etc. but out of these 70% at least 40% don’t even realize the purpose of their hardwork, be it their own passion. And the lingering ratio falls under the much hyped “y.o.l.o” category. The whole thought of society is so clichéd that people bag you in various categories and expect you to grow up at the same time. Well, I wonder what their definition of growing up is.

I fathom growing up as accepting truths that our younger selves denied. Toys don’t arrive via a reindeer sleigh from the North Pole. I am not major league pitcher material but this age has been pretentious and growing up indeed is hard work. The path to maturity has no end, it’s wise to focus on journeying well. Along the way, emotionally healthy adults achieve the profound awareness that they do not know far more than they do know. The realization serves as an indispensable ally. Maturing requires seeing easy street as a dead end. Rather than obsess with making love in the green grass behind the stadium, grown-ups make love last. Grown-ups find balance. Effective parents view the shaping of youngsters’ attitudes as a moral imperative. Effective people understand that trying to control other people’s thoughts is morally loathsome. . True grown-ups counsel without scolding, lead without showing off, and teach without preaching.

Reason, emotion, fact, and fallacy, the human brain processes all four.Decisions emerge. With each decision, people grow or stay the same. The willingness to learn how to blend emotion with reason and make good decisions is a prerequisite for growth. To grow is to replace fallacy with fact and resist too-good-to-be-true illusions in order to prevent too-horrible-to-endure consequences. Grown-ups understand that some choices can feel wonderful at first, yet carry staggeringly bad long-term consequences. Fragile thinkers may feel warm and fuzzy about paying a single mother of five to remain unemployed and working on number six, but grown-ups see a half-dozen more welfare cases in the making. Acknowledging the likelihood of awful consequences is a mature trait. Almost cruelly, good judgment requires growing up even as growing up requires good judgment. Some “adults” are remarkably incapable of fathoming this Catch-22. . Grown-ups understand the difference. Childish idealists don’t.

Choosing between what’s wrong and what’s right at the core of an age-old societal challenge, here’s what I question;

1) Should “society” try to improve the lives of its witless, unskilled, and mentally unstable members? Society’s achievers generally want to help, but without coercion from government busybodies too willfully blind to grasp the power of the free market to channel the help.

2) How does society decide whom to help? Grown-ups acknowledge that given access to opportunity, capable people must make their own way. Negligent slackers must live with the pitiful results that crummy decisions and laziness invite. The ratio is 70:30 approx!!

Even should exploring such questions produce methods for helping society’s most exposed members, a more fundamental question will remain. Is our species clever enough to achieve the balance between logic and emotion vital to averting economic and cultural messes? Economy and culture are but secondary forms of the proof of what is being lost in the process of highlighting today’s youth into tomorrow’s future. Why isn’t ‘existence’ included in the books of society norms?

Had it been, many families would still have their sons/daughters in flesh. And a mother would cook their favorite vegetable for dinner and a father would reprimand his son for spending too much and yet giving him pocket money every day. Had it been, families wouldn’t be ashamed of stepping outside their home and their daughters wouldn’t be called “the girl who was raped”. Where does the sympathy go? Where does humanity hide its many faces?

I remember when I was younger and I wanted to look beautiful; now I’m older and I want to be intelligent. I want to burn hearts with brilliance and hook souls with compassion. This is what the young generation craves for, a chance. We all want to be twenty-something, unless we realize that age is just a number and growing up is learning that there’s no such thing as being an adult. You will only grow older and later, may become wiser. I think we all will do just fine

There’ll come a day when we all would have grown up, have a career and are going about our daily routine. Maybe you are driving to work with the radio on, or have cup-o’-noodles on a nice winter Sunday. Life as usual and then you hear a name. It’s the name of a person you once wrote a book full of poems about when you were sixteen. The person you had posters of up on your bedroom walls, or that band you used to love. The person of the cast of the movie that changed your life, or the character you scrolled through page after page of your favorite fiction book. You haven’t heard the name since long time and suddenly everything is back. And then the name is followed by the three words you thought you never hear “Has. Passed. Away”.  And then you put down your cup-o’-noodles and lean back for a while and tears start streaming. And all over the world there are people just like you, with tears rolling down and sobbing because they remember. Because fandoms never really die out. We never really move on. We never really forget. And that’s when you know, you’ve grown up.

And that not you but it’s the society who needs growing up.

Peace x