Rajkumari's Mind

For some reason, bike rides are soothing, aren't they? They calm your mind and organise your thoughts. They refresh you and lift up your spirit. One evening, when I was feeling quite low, one of my friends took me out for a bike ride. I was quite silent. I observed many things. I saw the different ways in which people sit on their bikes, some slouching, some stiff, some excited teenagers, some restless men eager to go back home from their respective offices. Various types of passengers on the pillions, elder ladies sitting with their legs hanging on one side and their pallus tucked in their armpits, a young couple with the girl hiding herself under the safety of her scarf, a child trying to expand his arms to their fullest to hold onto his father. We stopped at a red light. I looked around and wondered what thoughts must be running in everyone's mind. Must they be wondering the same too? I saw a man ahead of us on his bike, tapping his left foot on the road in sync with the r

Look around. How many people you find smiling? Now look around again, closely. How many people you find really smiling? Look into their eyes. They tell you the truth. There are so many people who hide their great sorrows behind a strong smile. Ofcourse, sorrows are not meant to be displayed publicly. But, do you have someone with whom you can talk everything, share your deepest secrets, seek advice or ask for company? One must talk out his worries. One must not suffer silently,  for it leads to very damaging effects on one's mind.  One day a little boy came home from school to find blood everywhere around his elder brother and his mother sobbing incessantly. His innocent agitated mind thought it must be one of those daily household tantrums that he was so fed up of. But, the people finally told him the truth. His brother had slit his wrist. That furiously numb mind thought of really ending everything at that tender age. That little mind had seen too many things before time. But,

“Observe always that everything is the result of a change, and get used to thinking that there is nothing Nature loves so well as to change existing forms and to make new ones like them.” — Meditations. iv. 36. – Marcus Aurelius   Observe how two different people board the bus in two different ways. Observe how two different people have two different ways to fill the water bottle from a public water cooler. Observe how one biker stops in the traffic but one tries to go through the cracks and loops. Observe how a girlfriend creates a scene over the low cost of a gift from a boyfriend while the girl behind the counter keeps reading her textbook while they get it sorted. Observe how each and every one of your colleagues have arranged their respective workspaces differently. Observe how one person keeps his glasses right up the nose and one at the tip of his nose. Interesting? Fun? So don’t just serve, observe. When you wander about your lifeless routine, try adding life to it b

One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving. Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist. Before I begin which I already have, let me extract from your mind what comes first when you think about love. Is it a person or a thing or food or your pet or money? Every individual has a different definition of love. One says it’s the most beautiful feeling andone says it’s another name for trust and another might say its care and few might say it’s just a game. So, what is love? Love is a variety of different emotional and mental states, typically strongly and positively experienced, that ranges from deepest interpersonal affection to simple pleasure. An example of this range is the love of a parent for a child to the love of money to the love of food. Now, the love which I am talking about is the love between two unrelated individuals. The love between a boy and a girl, or precisely a love affair! Yes that’s what I like to call it. An affair! Two people feel something for each

Have you? Can you? Will you? Ever smiled unknowingly while thinking of someone you love? Ever loved someone so much that it hurt? Ever been the reason for someone's smile? Can you tell someone the truth even if it would destroy their life? Can you tell a lie to someone while looking straight into their eyes? Ever screamed until your lungs gave up? Ever run until your muscles burned? Ever cried until your tears were dry? Ever tried until the last try? Yes I smile unknowingly when I think about them Yes I loved someone until it hurt Yes I've been someone's reason to smile Yes I have told the truth while I knew it would ruin a life Yes I can lie while looking straight into someone's eyes I want to scream until I'm out of breath I want to run till my muscles hurt Yes I have cried till my tears were dry Yes I have tried until the last try You are the nature's muse You are your parents' reason to smile You will be your son's firs

Smriti… Smriti Mandhana. At the age of nine, she was selected in the Maharashtra’s Under-15 team. At eleven, she was picked for the Maharashtra Under-19s team. What do you think was the first stepping stone towards her success? Her family! Her father and her brother being into cricket and encouraging her towards it was the first step. Of course, her determination has a big share in it too. But a girl’s determination takes her nowhere without the support of her family. What comes to your mind when you have to buy a gift for a little girl in your family? A doll or a teddy or something like that; Isn’t it? Or you might just hand over some money. Why not bat and ball or some mechanic set? Because our mind has been conditioned that a girl isn’t supposed to play like guys; we never consider handing them a bat or a hockey stick or even screwdrivers. But why do we even classify normal activities into genders? The activities which can be performed by a woman without requiring extra efforts

Color Noun ~the property possessed by an object of producing different sensations on the eye as a result of the way it reflects or emits light.   Life Noun ~either of the two states of a person’s existence separated by death. The color of life. Noun ~the property possessed by the existence of a person of producing different sensations on the mind as a result of the way it reflects or emits thoughts. If you’re to choose to paint your life today… What will it be? Remember, you’re the artist, not the canvas. ~Val Uchendu WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR? When I asked people about their favoritecolor most of them had to think to find their favourite color and rest of them just said black. When I asked kids about their favorite color each one had a different liking and also had a reason as to why they like it.   “Mere color, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways”. ~Oscar Wilde   WHAT DOES THE TERM ‘FAVORITE COL