In the wrong light

THE PAST:

Kiski talwar par sir rakhoon ye bata do mujhe

Ishq karna agar khata hai, to saza do mujhe

‘Strong!’ it takes only one word to define me and the word is – strong. Like coffee maybe!!

There is only one problem though. Strong coffee is liked universally but a strong             girl sure shot recipe for trouble. The world is so fond of damsels in distress. So what’s a girl to do? In this world of chiffon saris and stilettos, I am a denim jacket…a misfit. It’s not that I never tried to fit in but I just don’t have it in me. So I continue doing what I do best…stay strong. Every failure, every conflict, every disagreement and everything else…I will remain strong in the face of it. Do not be mistaken, being strong does not mean I am unfeeling, distant and cold. It only means you make your own decisions and your own mistakes as well. In the face of adversity, you don’t balk. You face the consequences of your action and have only yourself to blame if something goes wrong. Being strong does not mean rejecting every idea or help offered to you just like that. It only means you ask for help only when really, really, really required.

The world thrives on the misconception that strong people never fail. They do…of course they do. But they know how to pick up the pieces and start again. It’s not that they never cry. But they know how to wipe their tears in silence.

Voicing my opinion is not intended to hurt you or anyone for that matter. Not all my memories are bad. I just used them to exemplify something I observed. The best way to do that was to use my own experiences. They need not be misinterpreted as all bad….or that I feel bad about them.

THE PRESENT:

Dear Readers

Aaj ya kalam tod dun ya hichak;Kuchh karun ki ye shrap toote

Ki fir kabhi jab pyar ya kranti likhun to kalam ki nok na jhuke na toote

 Fearlessness is an adorable trait; only outside your home. Not within…The Amrita’s, Taslima’s and Simon’s of the world suit the world fine…but not your own home. Speaking the bitter truth is a delightful trait but only for others. In reality; we learn to supress the brutal truth in favour of a delectable lie.

For being the voice of the downtrodden, you have to step in their shoes. Feel what they feel, say what they can’t. Vent out their aggression, their disappointments, and their desperation. Every word has to be twisted to say the truth. The brutal truth…

For me, the truth is that I am scared. I am scared of trusting someone, anyone. I keep my fears and insecurities locked up deep inside my heart. That is the reason of my sleepless nights and that is the reason why I say ‘You can’t help me. Nobody can…!!’ That is because it is me who has to learn to love again, trust again, have faith again.

Before trusting the world, I have to learn to trust myself. Have faith in myself and my abilities before I place my faith in someone else. Till the time I do that, there is no hope for me…none at all.

PS: I am strong enough to handle this one, you made me so.

Disclaimer: The story I share with you all today; may or may not be true. For as a writer I am certainly influenced by what I see around me. At the same time, I retain what I call and known as artistic liberty.