Monday, January 26, 2015

How not to hurt someone who trusts you.

If only I could show a little more respect.. A few days ago I was all ready to do whatever I like and don’t give a fuck about people getting hurt. I have been a person who gets hurt and I also have been a person who hurts. I thought I've had pretty much all the experience I need to go around judging people like anything. What I forgot was that my original motive was to learn, and how could I take anything in if I'm always boasting about my own blocked minded attitude?
“A thick skin not only blocks out hate but also blocks out love”
The world is going to make you develop a thick skin but it’s a stronger heart that you really need. A heart that not only knows when and how to be right but also has the courage to do the right thing. You’re always going to have to push yourself. You cannot expect your heart to grow strong if you won’t push it for choosing what is right on what is easy. It's easy to go with the flow right ?  I've dealt with so many rocks that I forgot how to treat a flower. It was too late before I realized I just crushed one, and I saw my transition from being a victim to an asshole. This is what happens. There's a time when you're the victim and as you grow strong to face the shit and when you start to set the agenda, somebody else becomes your victim. This isn't what I wished for.

Shit can happen to anyone. It may happen or may have happened to you too. Don’t let that change the way you love and the way you win hearts and the way you earn somebody’s trust. It’s a well known fact that your happiness depends on the number of fucks given by you. Less the fucks you give, happier you will be. But the lesser known and even more important fact is, that if the amount of fucks given by you drops to zero, you turn into a grumpy old fart. You have to take care of people who love you for who you are. I know that because I juts lost my biggest supporter. I wasn't thinking straight. Sometimes things maybe unpleasant but you have to snap out of all the confusions and know what’s right and what’s not.



I just had one heck of a let down, but I'm grateful that I learned something. I still may not know what i really am, but i now know what I'm not! And If i get a chance, I'll use all of my will to make things right again, and give them what they actually deserve. I hope you keep learning too. keep loving.

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Conciousness And Originality

Hey.. So I'm here reading my old stuff and I find something interesting I once wrote. I pick up a pen, a paper and start writing again, editing the same stuff and adding something new to it. what I get is a bunch merged up weedy thoughts that might make a publishable post. but I don't think people would appreciate it so it all ends up as a draft. then a pretty little girl comes along and reads it and loves it, making me think that why do I need an approval at the first place? lets make mistakes right ?? the thinking turtle says "write or I'll shit on you!" so here goes..

It starts with a question. What is my originality? There was a time when I felt distant from everything. I used to have this strange feeling than anything and everything going through my mind is inessential. I grew emotionless, unable to feel the importance of anything. My body, my goals, my family, my past, my present, none of it seemed to effect me. That was a trip. I used to be curious about a particular field of knowledge though.

Everything I feel, every thought I have, every move I make, all my reactions to each and every event, is absorbed from what has been around me. What is my original self then - was the question I used to ask myself again and again. I felt that I'm not on my own, which was the most bothering thought to be as I've always preferred to be on my own. But why am I - was a new question. Why the eff was I brought into existence? Because my parents wanted a child, which in turn would have been a result of a chain of events, each serving the purpose of the former event. And maybe that's what the eternal knot shows. Everything is connected.

That was the time when i didn't feel the importance of anything and just looked at my body as a vessel that contains me. I had this moment when I felt my presence aside my conciseness. And that was something I can not explain. More I try to explain it, more I see me losing the authenticity of that moment. Don't know what exactly was it but it triggered me to write this post, and again to ask myself the question "what is my originality". Everything I am is made up of what is around me, what i absorbed since the start of my existence. I am because of the existence around me and the world is the display of my conciseness. That's where I tripped.

" the world around me is the display of my conciseness" does that mean the world could be an illusion?

I am able to understand that I am not a pure individual form,  being a part of this world and the existence as a whole. Still among other individuals, I have my own individuality, which does depend on the presence of others. I can not realise my individuality of I'm not surrounded by others. It's like the yin and yang. I am a drop in the ocean, not alone. The souls, the ancestors, the minds are present and working along with me to guide me as I develop a vision.

I am the master of the universe, but that universe is just my own. My own perception, that defines my guilt and my satisfaction. In the same universe though, there are other minds with dissimilar perception and hence, different worlds. So me being the master of my own universe does not serve the fact that everything else is not real, which means that you as my reader are as real as my own conciousness and you sharing this post will do me as real good as somebody making me feel loved. feel me? So make me feel loved will you.


Monday, January 5, 2015

Introducing myself. Again.

Hey people. So a friend told me to take this workshop called Blogging101 on wordpress. Since anybody can tell by looking at the stats of my blog, i suck at blog promotion, I'm taking the workshop. Lol. I'll be posting new articles everyday for four weeks. They say they're gonna take me from "blog?" To "blog!" So I'm pretty serious about it.
This being my first assignment, is an introduction of myself and my blog. I've been blogging for about 6 months now and i did an introductory post in the past too but that was just an introduction of myself. This time, to help you guys get an idea of what my blog is about and why you should read it, I'm gonna try and answer a set of questions for you. So here goes.
Q1. Why am i bogging publicly, rather than keeping a personal journal?
Ans. Frankly, i think it's cool. Ha ha. If you know me, you probably know that I'm a deep thinker. I love philosophy. I've always been an observer, a listener, an advisor, a counselor. I like to read people, to try and figure out why a person does what he does and what effects his behaviour. As soon as i realised that this is one thing i can play with, i started blogging. And the reason i chose to blog rather than keeping a personal journaI is that I like the fact that I maybe of help to people by sharing my thoughts and ideas. And also, I love talking about life issues and debating on philosophical subjects. So if you start a discussion in comments, I'll be more than pleased.
Q2. What topics I'll write about?
Ans. As i told you, i love to talk about life issues and philosophy. I'm a thinker and a deep one. Hence the name, The Thinking Turtle. For the record, Turtle signifies wisdom. So the motto of my blog has been to write whatever comes to my mind. Any random thing can trigger a debate in me. There was this one time when my mum made me a cup of tea and i made a new post out of it. - chai. It's one of my favourite posts and also the post I spent the least time on. Do check it out.
Q3. Who would I love to connect with via my blog?
Ans. I really wish someday my dad will read all my posts and call me and apologise for treating me as a good for nothing idiot. Lol. Obviously I'm kidding. He knows I'm a genius. ( --_--) Anyways, it's you who i wanna connect with. It's always been you. I told you I'd be more than pleased if you lighted up a discussion in the comments section. To be frank, I want people to recognise me as the one who says wise words. I like it when somebody is effected by something said by me, or when I'm effected by something positive said by somebody else. Bottom line being, it's you guys i love to share stuff with. I know right. I love you too <3
So I'm gonna call it a day. That was my introduction. If you liked it, please share my blog and if you'd like to say something or ask me something, please speak to me. Ask me anything. Let's talk. Let's be friends and let's make beautiful moments here on my blog. oh and don't forget to checkout my facebook page at facebook.com/thethinkingturtle .
Ps- I still suck at blog promotion. Help me!!!

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Chai

So today's about chai. For those of you who don’t know what chai is, I thought I would define it for you guys until I searched for a definition on the urban dictionary. I wasn’t more surprised to learn that chai is a common word for milk tea with a little Indian spice in the US. I’m not sure if they do call it chai in the US but that’s exactly what chai is. My mom made some for us a while ago. Personally, I don’t quite feel that there exists any other chai in the world that’s got anything on my mum’s chai. I mean it’s the best, which made me wander, how can somebody judge for the best chai in the world.

So with little sips of the beautiful chai, I had a little flashback to a few years ago when we were driving back from a vacation which ended because of me getting chicken poxed. I was just waiting for my home to appear out of nowhere with a dead stare on the never ending road when my uncle ordered to stop the car because he wanted to taste the chai of the dhaba he heard of. He claimed though, that they served the best chai of in the whole northern India. So how do you really judge for the best chai?

See everyone has their own taste. Where I’m from, people are really sensitive with their chai. Here in India, any professional chai-wala has to face more critics than compliments. Some like it strong, some have a lighter taste. Some want it to be sweeter; some go for the “less is more” thing. I like strong and sweet. According to me, the perfect chai doesn’t exist. A heaven for one may be a hell for another. I know some people might find the topic weird. Since I’ve started this blog, I’ve been writing stuff about life, motivation, mostly courage, which has attracted most of the visitors I have today. But that’s what I do I’m a thinker. I like wandering.. And there’s a reason I chose this topic to write on. It’s that this discussion about the perfect chai I had in my head lead me to a pretty neat conclusion.





Some things in life cannot be held to judgement for perfection, for their perfection can only be seen without judging them. Seeing the beauty of effort they made to present us with something, I think it’s enough that we are able to generate a feeling of gratitude and respect for them. 

“If we do not find anything very pleasant, at least we shall find something new.” -Voltaire.

Friday, June 20, 2014

What do you want to be when you grow up?

I was asked to write a short story in the "blank space". The blank Space is a book that is going to be published by an organisation that believes in providing education to the people by any means enjoyable. I was told to keep the way of writing such that i was targeting the audience who have a habit of running away from books. Sounds cool right? lol. So i wrote it, trying to keep it simple. Here it is. If you like it, please tell me :)


What do you want to be when you grow up?


Once, there used to be a shy boy, who, like every other average boy or a girl around him, used to go to school, attend classes and come home. There was something different about him. He always lagged behind in his grades, and never did he talk much. He never used to do things that are generally presumed by the society when a child starts falling down in his grades. He was well behaved, well mannered, quite spoken. His teachers confused, his parents worried, started assuming that he may have a mental problem. Little did they know what went through his own mind; little did he himself know what went through his own mind.

The boy had a habit of wondering about how things would have been different if he would have acted differently in the day to day situations he faced. He wondered so much that a normal person would call him a “day dreamer”. He always tried hard in his studies but most of his hard work was wasted in just trying to concentrate on what it is that he’s reading. He could never concentrate because of his habit of wondering; neither could he tell anyone about it, because he himself didn't know what the problem was. So he just kept trying hard and somehow he went through his school.

After finishing his school, he had to decide what career he wanted to make his own. He chose the subjects that seemed to be cool and well paying in the future but were really tough for him. With courage, he decided to go on with the tough subjects. Later on he figured out he had the same problem in college; he couldn't concentrate in his studies. But he never lost hope. He started dedicating his time in finding out methods for “how to do well in studies”. After a lot of research he came across a book called “the secret”. That book, the secret, proved to be a real secret that was worth the hardship he has gone through all his life till now.  From the book, he learned that we can do or we can be whatever we want to, if we believe in ourselves. He really liked that concept and decided to search more about the knowledge he received from the book. As he, step by step, kept going deeper and deeper into his research, he came across immense knowledge. Soon he realized the fact that the identity of a person is made from what he or she has gone through. He started to accept himself and his habits to wonder about things. He always enjoyed wondering about how life works and how people behave and why they do so. So he started converting his thoughts into texts. He started writing, and he enjoyed it. After starting to dedicate his time and resources in doing something he liked, it didn't take him much time to realize that he can really be successful. He realized how sharp he was and how well his mind worked. After doing a lot of hard work, he became a successful writer.

The title of the story “what do you want to be when you grow up” signifies a lesson, that whenever somebody asks you this question; always tell them what you like. Always take time to think about what you love to do, because it’s always better to work hard for something you love, rather than working hard for something that you don’t.
The end.

To everyone who read the story, I want to ask this "do you wanna do something that is not what you're doing right now? do you want to be on any other path ?" . The most interesting part of the life is to identify who you are and what you really wanna be. Most of the people live in an illusion created by people surrounding them, telling them what's good for them and what's not. Nobody can tell you what you have to do; their job is to advise, not create boundaries. Its not only your choice but your responsibility to decide how your are going to contribute to the society. It's best for both you and the world that you do what you want to do and what you're best at. You know what you're best at. Once you've decided what you are and what you want to become, turning your dreams into reality is not a big deal.