Category Archives: Personal Anecdotes

Self Destruction: Lesser Confidence, Body Shaming

One of the best lines I have heard in these few days (from one of my friends)- “It has been four years for now that a thing has hampered my confidence in any slightest way.” This one sentence triggered me to think and rethink about the way I’m living, the purpose and the little things that destruct me.

It is such a rare thing for anyone to tell, in a world where people take criticisms to the heart, who live for the sake of satisfying others, who do things just to get good credits and who live trying hard to impress others. In such situations, it becomes so easy to pierce a person and kill their confidence.

Few busy days, few free ones. In both the cases, you just need few seconds to doubt yourself, your deeds, your worth; to kill something which was built working hard for years. That’s the worst you can ever do to yourself-  turning self destructive.

Body shaming is one of the things that I’ve come across. Unless and until you’re confident about each of your atom, you cannot expect others to respect you. If you are confident about yourself then it would not even matter if someone criticizes. It took me a lot of time to accept that it is okay to be skinny as I am and there’s nothing wrong in that.

Dears,

Those confused thoughts, misty questions, unpoised face. That’s not you. That’s just a mask. There’s more. Underneath the skin, beyond everyone’s bounds, into the veins, among the misfits, you’re more, more than anyone can measure. You’re the one who is fit for it. A beautiful, thrilling soul that many crave for. If you mask it, doubt it, isn’t it unfair? You’re the one. You are it.
Trust. Believe.
Faith?
Yes, faith!

Loads of love,
The Mirthful Moon

And then comes ‘over confidence’. There’s just a thin line between both and we should make sure that we don’t bloat with pride. 🙂

 

Have a confident day, beautiful soul!

 

 

 

deceptive side

It takes ages, to surpass the bad you’re going through. It will take a plethora of seconds to realize your place in the situation, to sort out a solution, to admit that this is a deceptive side and you have a completely different view the other side of the same situation.

It doesn’t mean in anyway that the ‘grass is always greener on the other side’

You just can’t blame yourself for everything that happened. It simply means- you take time to realize what really happened and which is the right side.

The world is fast. It requires quick changes and it appreciates the quick people. But, if it’s not happening with you to change, then wait. Just get out of the crowd, stand in the middle of an extravagant space and breathe. There’s no wrong in halting or breathing slow, your tender veins need the time to revitalize and get the pace. 

Let the world run ahead. You walk, admire yourself and the things around you, take your time to explore the right side. Get away from the deceptive one.

There’s nothing wrong in walking through the right side rather than running breathless on the deceptive.

you can keep quiet
halt numb
how much ever you wish to
destress your fragile soul
it might take some more time
just a little more
to reach the other end
a line away
from this
‘deceptive’ side

Quietness is not weakness and know this- you are all the lights of the darkest hour, you’re brave.

Have a beautiful and calm day.

Abuse

To,
Stray things that call themselves men

⏺it’ll reach you

trail of my smoke
smothering
your nauseating thoughts
visuals

the smoke has a cruel
underlined
track that plays-
a chaotic rubble
you can’t
you simply can’t look at me
that way

my rage probes
fracturing your filthy atoms⏺

Sincerely,
Every girl

 

 

*Dedicated to each pure soul who was abused, is being abused and who is vulnerable to. Strength to you!

To live in this world freely, there’s only one way- To be courageous.*

 

 

Swooning with the stranger in you

You find so many things on the way. The withering leaves, shrivelling tree bark, gaily faces, drooling ones, tender leaf blade that just saw an inch of land, a sand grain holding a bead of sweat, a surgical knife with blood that many are living for, two ignorant eyes with false hopes, a harassed soul, a soul with a bunch of hard earned notes.. and many different strangers ..

Out of all these, we are all a stranger to ourselves, few interesting lost pieces, trying to find ourselves in others. Every day, every moment, we try to find the self. A beautiful stranger indeed. There are more to these tiny, imperfect things that we find on our way. To find the mysterious, creative stranger in you, look more into things, in an enrapturing way. There’s a different meaning to what you see in others. They’re broken because of something, they’re not greedy since their birth, there’s beauty behind their ignorance, there’s a flow of lines behind every broken heart. Go, find it- you’ll find yourself. A new stranger.

When I see a broken heart, I’m just a stranger helping it fix. I find a fallen leaf and I’m a stranger who’s admiring its imperfections. I’ll be swooning, with my first hard earned award in my hand and I’m that stranger who blushes looking at her love.
Just, a stranger, trying to mend your soul. By a smile or by whatever it takes.

Learning to swoon with the stranger in me, you helped me find it. If I’m a ruptured soul, dear stranger, will you help me mend it?

First Step Towards My Passion

Designing was a permanent dweller in mind since when I was in 7th grade. To be honest, I didn’t even know what designing was. To me, it was just a course to escape from the bad education system. But that really kept me happy as I grew up. People who met me also encouraged me to pursue that because they had the confidence in me (this has always been a mystery to me).

And FINALLY, yes, I got into one of the top 5 design colleges of India. I didn’t expect that I’ll make the point to get in because there were 3 rounds of rigorous selection, and a very huge crowd to avail 230 seats (incl. international students). So, extremely happy that I got this in the first attempt.

Hoping for the best always.

The Mirthful Moon.

A changeover!

I need this changeover.
Figuratively, going behind the woods! I changed mine into a mysterious profile. Although few of you recognize me well now, I felt I need to put a halt to everything over there and become ‘The Mirthful Moon’.

My actual name’s literal meaning is ‘full moon’, so the name ‘The Mirthful Moon’. I’m very new to blogging even though I created this blog two years back. I hardly used it till now. Recently I hopped back here, and I’m having a jolly good time (I’m one big fat sarcastic moron) recreating it, making up for the silly mistakes I had done like- To put up my real name, photo. I feel this as a mistake because I always wanted to have my own crazy creations different from the existing ones!

The main reason behind all these mistakes was that I explored blogging on my own. I didn’t enquire anyone and tried out anything and everything on it. There was no other way than learning from my own mistakes.
I’m having a quite busy schedule right now. Get ready peeps- I’ll be bombarding my blog with amazing posts after a week. 😉

With lots of love and kindness,

The Mirthful Moon.

A note to my friend.

#Dedicated Post

Good old days!
These days, I often catch myself pondering about the nostalgic thoughts. It doesn’t mean that I’m living in the past. The past memories are so crisp that it motivates and inspires me to move further.
The memories about my friends I mean.
I had previously dedicated a post for them, ‘The Lost Gems Of My Crown’
But this is something direct, to one girl.
It’s her birthday tomorrow and all I can do now is to dedicate a post— Hey, you’re afar there!

I’ve to consider myself lucky, very lucky because I’ve heard people say that it’s hard to find good friends. May be because I had never experienced such a situation, I didn’t know its depth.
But now as loneliness has crept in and no one is there for me to ask— ‘Hey, why are you gloomy? Cheer up girl!’ I realize that she was a real gem!

We’ve had heaps of good times. The last bench fun in the class rooms, the sleep-overs, the long walks, the selfless talks….. it goes on. When I was with her—

I was never laughed at on my mistakes,
I was inspired to paint and draw more,
I was lent a helping hand,
I was never let down,
She made me feel beautiful always,
She made me braver,
She made me feel comfortable with the life,
She made my presence feel worthy and valuable!

What more a person needs in his/her life?! It’s much more than the paper notes and the coins can offer.
I’m proud to have such a pure relation – no one can buy it, no one can beg for it.
I was in a very bad phase of my life a few years back! That is when I had to manage things alone for a year. She knew all the hardships I faced. She was my right hand at that time and wiped away my solitude as much as she could. We laughed and were gleeful as much as we could! We fought and won against the hard time together.

Hey my Hardy, (Just because she’s fat and we’re funny)
This is not something you should shed your tears on! Please, don’t get sentimental. I’ll meet you soon, as soon as possible.. Keep waiting! And no doubt, you’re my gem and we’d never lose each other. Many more happy returns of the day.
Love,
Your Laurel. (Just because I’m thin and we’re funny)
P.S- This is not at all an exaggeration. In fact, I wasn’t able to express my feelings completely. I’m stumbling out of joy!