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What The T-20 Finals Taught Us? (2016)

Blogger’s Note: Hello readers! This post was originally written on 3rd April, 2016, when the T-20 finals took place between West Indies and England. I am re-posting it here. Hope you enjoy reading a new take on a cricket match! Lots of love ❤ 

A couple of minutes ago, in their final battle against England, West Indies were on the verge of losing their trophy. But, the last four balls changed it all. The last over turned the tables around for both the teams. Four sixes, and West Indies had the world at their feet! Doubtless, the match was much larger than life for England and West Indies. But, it can be the same for every person around the world who viewed it. Why? Because, this one match has taught us the most important lesson of our life. To finish strong!

West Indies almost lost against England, but the key word here is : Almost. In cricket,  either the last wicket or the last ball marks the end of a match. With life, it is very much the same. Until we breath our last, we do not die. We do not lose. We do not surrender. If you really, honestly and genuinely think that you are going to lose, like losing at that particular point is inevitable, then please do this: Fight with all your strength, mental as well as physical, and lose only when you have breathed your last. Because, trust me, if you follow this mantra, you will win.

In a black and white scenario, if black stands for the negative and white for the positive, why focus on the black? Why not concentrate on the white? Whether the black portion of the scenario will loom large or the white one is not in your hands; but what you can control is where you want to look. So, till the moment the faintest patch of white is visible, look at it. Keep looking. Do not turn your gaze to the black portion. The major difference between people who surrender and people who fight is nothing but the scenario that they perceive in front of them. People who surrender see a challenge as an obstacle. People who fight see the same challenge as an opportunity.

Yes, it takes time. Not not give up takes time. To keep fighting is even more difficult. Just like it was for the team of West Indies. But, wouldn’t it all be worth it if instead of surrendering and losing, you fight and lose? And who knows, you might even win! I mean, look at West Indies! And what if you lose? Well, at least you tried! Take a cue from England!

To sum it up, life is unpredictable. It is a Ferris Wheel. One moment, you are up in the skies, full of life and spirit; and the next, you are this close to the ground, the heights of fame and happiness at a huge distance from you. But, the wheel never stops.  And so shouldn’t we, right? Quoting a lyric from a song from the Bollywood movie Neerja:

Marna kyun, jee le na,

Boondon ko pee le na,

Tere hi sapnon ki baarish hain!

Kehta yeh pal,

Khud se nikal,

Jeete hain chal…”


Happy Endings · Literature & Leisure

Live To Love, Love To Live

This is not a ‘How-To-Guide’ on these two things. This is a simple answer to a bewildering question: ‘Why do we end up falling for the wrong person?’ 

It is not because you woke up one morning and made an unwise decision of choosing a heartless person to give you heart to. Or because you are being punished or cursed by an unseen force. It is certainly not due to your dumbness, deafness or blindness!  The answer is that you fell for the ‘wrong person’ because the last person you expected to be the ‘right one’ is (are you ready for it?) YOU!

Now, this is not to say that every person you feel a connection with on Earth is wrong, stupid or undeserving of your love. The problem is not that you often give in a relationship more than you receive. This is merely an illusion. The actual problem, however lies in the fact that , as a human being, you tend to seek from others the things, feelings or desires which you never or seldom experienced. Topping the list of such things is LOVE.

When one feels inadequate, neglected or unloved, s/he immediately sets out to find a companion to make these negative feelings disappear into thin air. Very often, one fails to understand that the ‘companion’ is as human as everyone else is, who might more or less have their own inadequacies or imperfections. Here is where one makes a huge mistake: One depends upon his/her companion to make their world better; when in reality, no one but they themselves can do that. When their expectations are not met, they begin to feel disconnected to their companion. In other words, they begin to feel that they have fallen for the wrong person.

People, when they realize that they have fallen for the wrong person, tend to blame the person, their own fate or God. Some even start internalizing their disappointment. That’s the worst form of harm they can do to themselves.

The fact is, no one but you can understand and heal yourself. You are your own God. You have the power to make or break yourself. People around you certainly contribute to your growth and development, but they don’t and can’t control your life. They have no power to hurt or heal you. It all starts and ends with you. Only by accepting yourself as you are and loving every bit of it, you will grow and you will heal.

So, from today, in fact from this very moment, begin to love yourself. Little by little, step by step. Falter, and then improve. Try, and fail; try again, and fail a little less; try once more and see. Do whatever it takes, but keep loving yourself.

Discover your identity. All of it. Enhance the best and discard the worst of it . It is hard and confusing and tedious. But it is worth the effort. It will give you the life you love and will help you to love happily. And then, I promise, you will never fall for the ‘WRONG PERSON’ again.

Inspiring Anecdotes

How I Survived 8 Years Without My Mum

A mother replaces God on Earth. And rightly so. Without mothers, this world would turn into a living hell. And hence, we need them. No matter how old we grow, when we don’t find our mothers around us, we tend to panic! This is completely justified for anyone and everyone. However, what do people do when they are deprived of a mother figure? Today, as someone who has lost her mum, I will share what life has been like since 8 years without my mum.

My mum passed away in March, 2009. She lost her 6 -year-long struggle against diabetes and gangrene. I still remember that fateful Sunday. I had just returned home after attending a felicitation ceremony where I had received a silver medal for passing a ‘Mahabharata Exam’ with flying colours. As soon as I stepped into my home, distant relatives greeted me with a fake smile on their faces.

Granted, I had achieved a good deal of honour. However, this ‘greeting’ as a result of the medal was a bit unexpected. My mum had been taken to a hospital on the same morning, since she complained of severe pain in her stomach and heart. Now, let me make this clear, my mum had often been taken to a hospital due to her diabetes and gangrene. She would sometimes suffer from terrible boils on her back, with puss and blood oozing out it. And gangrene had taken such a toll on her that all the fingers of her foot had to be cut off.

I was made to sit down on a bed. My aunt (father’s sister) came near me and put a hand on my shoulder. Every pair of eyes present in the house was already staring at me with pity and sympathy. My 13-year-old self could not grasp the emotion back then. All I could think of was that maybe the doctors are planning to operate on her foot once again. I was ready for that. But, the blow that came next was what I wasn’t ready for. The news of her demise was broken to me. For a good whole minute, I could not register the words. How could my mum die? There must be some misunderstanding…

But, there wasn’t. She had really left the world. Suddenly. Unexpectedly. Unfortunately. I wondered how I would survive without my mum…

But, survive I did. It has been 8 years. Every day for the next one year after my mum’s demise, I struggled to survive. I fought hard to exist with only our memories. At one point, I did not even care if I lived to see another day. Yes, it was hard. It was terrible. And there was no closure to help me out. The fact that I could not see her, or say a sad ‘goodbye’ for the last time, go to me. But, I survived. Because that is what my mum would want me to do.

My mum loved me. She reveled in the smallest of my achievements. She would tear up when my eyes would well up. She was truly my other half. My better half. And to mourn her memories would be an insult to her contributions in my life. So, everyday, I make it a point to celebrate her existence, rather than mourn her loss. To be proud of her life than to brood over her death.

You never really move on from the loss of a loved one, especially a parent. And you don’t need to. But, surviving or living with this sad fact becomes easier if we focus on the beauty they brought to our lives, rather than the dearth that they have left behind. Be a better human being. Do one small act of kindness everyday. In every minuscule decision you make, think whether your loved one would do the same? And then proceed. Carry on their legacy.

That is what I do everyday. I try to bring my mum’s essence in my day-to-day life. And thus, after 8 years of my mum’s demise, I tear up when I remember her. But, her life, her achievements, and her strength reminds of what a brilliant woman and human being she was. And the next moment, I smile.