Wonderfully Scattered

Note to self: Stop sweating over small stuff. In the long game, it doesn't matter. Only the big decisions matter. Focus on the lead measures , not the lag ones. The execution of activities/ processes that'll help you reach your goals everyday, rather than the measure of goal itself.  Edit: People who stay fit, healthy, consistent and dedicated to their goals get there by making sacrifices. There is no other way, people who look good, people who kill in their careers do that by avoiding things that are counterproductive to their goals. This is where Inversion thinking comes into play. It's so easy to do the wrong things but its incredibly hard to do the right things and keep doing it everyday.  No point in getting overly anxious as well.  When Kochi metro stairs speak

Something that has been bugging me for quite a long time has been the paradoxical nature of human actions. You do or speak something way out of your values and afterwards you feel like, "Why did I do that?" I never had a rational explanation for that. Just, plain, guilt. We tend to hold great values and sometimes judge or belittle people when they don't act out of those values, but in the midst of a deeply emotional and critical situation we break out of those values, without an iota of inertia. I have done this. I have seen people close to me do this. Situations where people advise us to take the high road, and yet when they face a situation eerily similar, they act in the opposite fashion. Oh boy, that used to drive me crazy. I mean, I was someone who was really conscious of how my actions would be perceived by others — I still am to an extent. But almost always, people doing the exact opposite of what they preach sort of gave me comfort in the fact that you don'...

Do I belong , Something I’ve battled for so long, It comes in waves. No matter how welcome I am. No matter how much people care for me, No matter how deeply they love me, No matter how merry I am Deep down, I feel like I don’t belong. I feel invisible. It’s a paradox. One that I wrestle with silently, over and over. The greatest irony? This feeling — this quiet exile — only brings pain to the very people who love me the most. And yet, I can’t seem to shake it. I hope none reads this, For this isn’t an act of valor, But it’s painful to feel this way — To stand among people and still feel like a stranger to yourself I have a million reasons why I feel this way, But none of them matter, Crystal doesn’t ease the ache, And the crystal lives in the past — A dungeon I can’t go back and destroy, All I have now is myself, and my existence, Still here, Still searching, Still hoping, I hope I belong someday — in a kind future, at a kind place, with my people I hop...

It was one late afternoon while I was working that I realized the date that day was June 3rd. June 3rd, damn! I missed the last date to service my bike, again. I reached for my phone called the service rep and asked for a slot the very next day at the nearest station. To my bad fortune they were overbooked. She offered to book a slot at Kalamassery service station. Perfect, I thought, trying to sink the guilt of missing the date, again.  Woke up the next day determined to reach there first, I looked at my watch. 8 am. I brushed, changed and rushed. I reached there first, I was proud until I got to know the staff only comes in by 9. I laughed at the irony. I was late when it mattered, I was early when it didn't. They came in by then, I gave the bike and left.  Screeeech... I was slowly getting lost in my thoughts that's when I realized the metro was just arriving. I love the metro. It's therapeutic for me. You see a lot of people coming in, lot of people leaving. You get to ...