Help & Charity

Honestly speaking, whenever I help someone (if at all I’m I’m in a position to be helpful) I’ve noticed I do it regardless of the returns or consequences. And they are small things, really. Never help with the expectations of reciprocation. Because sometimes what you ask for may not be in their power to give or so they might think. Or maybe they just forget. Nobody owes you, Friend. You own Jo one. So help because you want to and because you’re human and for love.

Now, about Charity. Oprah Winfrey (even though she made TV Shows about the things she did…perhaps, to inspire others) said that you shouldn’t speak about the Charity you’ve done because then you’re just boasting and that kills the entire idea of being good. Starve the ego, fee the soul, remember?

Its not tough and I know its not a pressing issue. But trust me, there is a happiness that you attain when some one smiles because of you. That will give you sleep at night. Wishing you most and more on this Easter Sunday. Love.

Arrividerci

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To look Human

Its almost 9:45AM and I’m still rolling butter sheets with my design sketches. The filter coffee’s gone cold and the breakfast is still in my mouth. The bread’s turned sweet and the carrot filling is halfway to the tummy.

I’d worn the first kurta I found hanging in my cupboard (the fact that’s it was hanging is an achievement in itself) and pulled on some Jean that was lying around. There’s absolutely no time to go over my wardrobe or choose footwear. Why didn’t you decide last night? Because I came back from a conference at 10pm and sleep was the only thing. But I’m comfortable in both my skins.

As I walk on the street with my things…sheets and scales clutched under one arm and the other supporting the bag, I catch random folks staring. Disapproval is all over their face. Slippers with kurta. The hair! Oh, the horror. Plain ticker lines running across their forehead as I pretend not to care but its killing me. I’ve been following the whole breathe it out thing though I fail at moments, most of the times I hold up,some how.

By the time I reached class I had let them convince them that I’m a mess and I even said it aloud to a friend.

There is this nice friend of mine from another department and we were childhood classmates. Basically, he’s pretty decent and a member of my friends circle. As I passed him by, I tried my best to hide my self-disdain while he smiled at me and his eyes ran from my slippers to champu hair. But seriously, neither was the dress to drap or bright or gaudy or ill-fitting. It was just a tad bit plain Jane. Honest to the T.

Bam. All of them.

A person could be a genius,  a nice person or an organ donor. But just because they weren’t meticulous enough to decide upon the clothes they were to wear the next day, you give them the look.

Give people a break. Some of us Di lose ourselves in the pursuit of a greater unknown and falter. Don’t judge. Just smile. That’s what I do. Because I know. Your disdainful  glances are butchering someone’s day.

Take care. Stay healthy . Arrividerci

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And if I get lost searching for the depth that would quench my thirst, so be it. For what is the meaning of life if I cannot share what gladdens me with another?

                                                            -Shreya Sudesh

Soulspeak

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Coz with time ,
You conquer your fears
Accept your faults
Get over your hurt

Do away
with the Useless
Respect the Wise Ones
Love the Deserving
Protect the Feeble

You Learn to
Forgive Those Who’ve
Wronged You
Time and Again.

You learn to
Survive the extremities
That Life exposes
Your young soul to.

You Turn Wiser
As your mane turns grey
With every strand
And with Every memory.

You begin to Search
For your True Calling
Pursue your Interest
Like Silk catching Fire.

You set your Life 
Ablaze with Action
And Value those
WhoFan Your Flames.

You learn that
The Exterior Is A
Mere deception
To distract you.

And that Love
Is not Found or Hunted
But experienced
Deeply And Nurtured.

Separation is strife
And with strife
Comes Pain 
Like no other.

Your emotions become
Your vulnerability and
Your Strong Anchor
To Your Humanity.

In troubled times
Your past deeds
Come to your Aid to
Free You and your comrades.

You learn that Joy
Is profoundly beautiful
And only increases
As you spread it.

And the Past
 Never remains shackled
What Goes Around,
Comes Back around.

That Blood Speaks
Louder than any
Other Liquor
You may have fancied.

That Your beauty
Lies in how you
 Take defeat with the same
Dignity as Victory.

And finally,
Gratitude is Golden.
While God is Love
And your Soul is in Peace.

Life, as a Human
Is Worth Only
IfThe Human realises
Its True Potential.

Shreya Sudesh