Beauty – real is outer or inner ???

In today’s world, people relate to beauty only to outer, physical appearance…hardly you would find someone who would admire inner beauty…

To talk about my view on beauty, actually it never mattered to me or to be honest enough, the word ‘beauty’ struck to me only when I plunged into “arrange marriage” phase… Being loved at one moment & lost at d oder, was more than enough for me to give green signal to my family n opt for arrange marriage… And then, there I was ready to dive through the strenuous process of getting hitched [still goin thru d hell-of-process 😦 ]….

Being dusky toned n bearing decent good features [except a nose which looks like a samosa ;)], I knew I wasn’t a beautiful girl but never felt I was ugly to be rejected…full of confidence I was about this…but my confidence was shattered into pieces when my biodata was rejected by a groom’s family n d reason given was – “The girl is dark!!!”….That was a dark moment wherein I had to face world’s perception about beauty, which means “fair / white complexion”….my lyf came crashing dwn [may be I made a mountain of a mole at dat time but l really did feel it, although only for a brief period of time] …

To tell you, worldly definition of beauty not only lowers one’s morale & kills self confidence but also develops inferiority complex, affecting adversely all areas of life…this is an exact illustration of a brief period of my lyf (sigh!!!)…

I used to get disheartened at times due to this but I have always found tremendous support from my family n frnds (blessed to have them in my lyf), as for them only inner beauty mattered…. During that time, my best frnd said sumthin – “you might not think much of yourself. But look at yourself from my eyes and you will see someone who is great, beautiful and powerful“… That was a reality check indeed, which came from my bestie at the ryt time… Bang on!!!…It mirrored my beauty to me n made me realize my worth… Since then people’s perception din bother to me n even if it does, I simply close my eyes n recollect my bestie’s words which doubles my confidence & gives me an inner strength…I discovered a fact den – – – > people view you the way you want them to view you…

Outer beauty will fade away with time but inner beauty would never as it is inked to a soul n it lasts longer…beauty is more than only outer, physical appearance… One needs to feel it…

As it is rightly said tht happiness is one’s state of mind, similarly beauty is also one’s belief of mind…one’s belief in themselves… You have to accept n love yourself the way you are, for oders to follow d suit [dis again comes from my bestie :)]… And its doable, believe me…

MUM – an epitome of love

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My first blog was about life n second one is about my Mum.. Dis blog is a sneak peek into dis beautiful lady of my life, my creator indeed, who gave me an opportunity to live dis beautiful life…

Blessed wid beautiful looks n beautiful soul,  my Mum is all I would ever wanted to be lyk n still wana be lyk ;)…

I admire her twinkling eyes, her short-cute nose, her carefully placed lips, her silky hair; everything a girl would desire for…N am pretty sure my dad must be still going weak in his knees, just lyk he had fallen for her when he first saw her riding a bicycle, when he sees mum the way she carries herself in nicely draped saree, kohl-laided eyes, pinch of vermillion applied on her forehead (a hindu sign that she is married)…Aahh! I cnt get enuf of her beauty…

Mum is a good soul,  who is too kind to extend her helping hand to whomever she comes across irrespective of they being a frnd or a relative or a stranger to her… Selfless n abundance love is what she alwyz showers upon everyone around…Its only bcz of her genes in me, that dese qualities are sumtyms reflected in me as well ;)…

She did not get an opportunity to study owing to her child marriage although she had a quest for learning…but she has always been a foundation for we siblings to be educated…its because of her investment of time & efforts in our education that today we are independent n successful in our respective lives…

She has alwyz given me n my siblings the freedom to choose our life…. Mum is at the source of me hvin a  successful career, liberal n amazin lyf…

Mornings seems gloomy widout her presence around…hugging her is compulsory for me before stepping out of home…returnin home at evening becomes panicky wid out her sight at the door… To simplify it, she is the basic necessity of my Life…core of my existence.. There’s no Me widout Mom...

Majority of my evenings are spent with her, where I disturb her during her evening cooking sessions with my talks – be it about office work, gossips about colleagues / friends or an argument or anything… I go restless if I don’t share about my day with her on the very same evening…even at this stage, my life only revolves around my Mum n i actually love it…one may have heard about Mumma’s boy n Daddy’s girl but ours is a unique case as am Mumma’s girl 🙂 n m proud to be so….

Weekends are only reserved for Mum n family…either Mum n me sit at home, talk or we go out for shopping or on a stroll…She is my best shopping pal as she knows what suits me best…she has a penchant for fashion,  which reflects in the way I carry myself..

For me, Mum has been more than a mother… She is my bestie… Since the time I have stepped into my adolescent days, I had the opportunity to discover another side of Mum, a person into whom I can easily confide about anything…She is the one who has intrinsic details about my life which sometimes even my close friends aren’t aware of… Be it my first crush, my first date, my first love, my first work assignment, my arguments with frnds, etc etc, she would know everything...

Mum can read my face any tym n any where .. Its difficult to act or pretend with her n thinking of lying to her is something which I dnt dare till date, as I get easily caught ;)… While I am currently penning down about my Mum, a thought just hit my mind that Mum seems to be my identical twin (donot take the literal meaning of the word) because when m hurt or sad,  tears first rolls down her cheeks n when m happy, my happiness radiates from her face first…

Generally it is said that a man completes a woman but Mum, U complete me…I feel so incomplete widout u…Living being needs oxygen to breath but I need my Mum to breath… Widout her existence, I would never exist… Even if I would exist, I wouldn’t be the same person who I am today wid her existence…

‘LIFE’ – mere a four letter word but more impactful!!!

As a kid, for me life was all about being bestowed upon by love (may be in actual form or in form of gifts, toys, chocolates, etc), being pampered, throwing tantrums & playing around, sleeping at odd times, etc etc…In my teens, it was all about books &  giggling while making fun of teachers…In my adulthood days, life meant bunking MBA lectures, having fun around doing nothing, watching movies, etc..etc…to define,  it was a carefree life…

Whenever I would get bugged up of staying up all night or waking up at dawn for studies during college days [this is a side-effect of being a student from science stream, who was least interested in extra-curricular activities or to say had no talent at all to participate in it ;)],  my Mum used to always tell me that “Beta, you don’t have to wake up early or stay up late night, once you are done with your studies..the moment you start earning, you will have the liberty to wake up at any time and you would lead a more relaxed life“..this thing of mum would keep me contented and since then I was looking forward to step into the corporate world…

But as I stepped into the so-called corporate world, the meaning of Mum’s relaxed Life took a 360 degree turn!!!..

Corporate world has always kept me on my toes…be it to put my knowledge to test every other day, my dedication & hardwork to be reflected into sales figure, to outbeat the existing competition or to be at par with my self-achieved target..Phewwww!!!..I would find myself between stacks of files and sales figure at my workplace until 9pm, irrespective of my office timing being 10:00 – 6:30 and by the time I would reach home, I would straight away retire to bed after a quick dinner…So even when I was grown-up and in the actual world, I found myself back to square 1—> getting up early to be in office on time and reaching home at night which made me realise that Mums are best at fooling their children with their dialogues ;)…

There comes a phase in life,  where you search for that person with whom you can share your life with.. No wonder,  I always had Mum – my best friend and other close friends, but still felt a need for that someone special… I have had beautiful times with my someone special…. Although I had Invested much of my time in nurturing the bond with my someone special,  it did not last long…though after this phase,  my eyes were only drenched with tears for many months but to be honest it was worth an experience…

These were few glimpses from my LIFE… If I were to write in detail,  I would end up writing an encyclopaedia!!!..

Now if you ask me what is Life about, I would say that Life occurs to me as an Ocean – full of tides….The extent to which low tide makes me disheartened & demoralized, high tide gives me an exhilarating experience…

Being at the peak of my successful career,  having successfully breathed &  still going strong for almost 30+ years on this beautiful earth, I still feel the zest to explore & get hold of this four letter word every moment I breath…I eagerly wait to unfold each day of my life…Being an artistic person, I love painting my Life with varied colours depicting each experience so that when someday I sit back & unwind the pages of my Life-book, only colourful pages would be seen – which would inspire me and people around me to paint their life as well…Life is too small to sit down with regrets, so one needs to grab a brush & start painting their life & believe me it is worth the efforts…

To sum it up, I would say:

Life is a broad term to expound,
perceived differently by the whole world..
A black forest cake made by bakers,
with cherries kept in between layers…

First blog post

Hi, Bathula girl here.

Phewww!!! Finally after many years of just pondering, I am now on this path of writing (blogging,  what this era calls it as) to simply pen down my thoughts,  experiences, opinions, etc.

Writing is what I have always been comfortable at, whenever I wanted to express my emotions.

I would be happy to engage the readers with my blogs!

Wish you happy reading!