Wander Through

But is it really?

I often wonder whether I always choose what I do, and the answer, more often than not, is that I simply choose the best among the options I have. Sometimes, I feel like the options themselves choose me.

With literally no place to go and no stone left unturned, you can clearly see one and only one option, and you just go through with it.

There have been days when I turn the pages of my life and think it would have been better had I done that or changed the way I am doing this. But then, who is to decide that the outcome would have been any different? Maybe I would have still landed with the same everything, with just one thing different because of that choice.

We are all shaping our lives, making them from the mould of our blood, compassion, sweat, and passion. But that doesn't necessarily mean they will turn out the way we choose them to.

Is it the life I chose? Maybe not. But is it what I am making? Mostly yes.

Sounds contradictory, but that's the paradox of life.

Keep making it, but stop assuming that we always have a choice, because that might not always be true. Keep moving and keep making it into how you want it to look, but don't demotivate yourself if it doesn't turn out the way you "choose," because outcomes are never known.

I have often wondered how easy it is for few people to forget anything be it names, places, memories or even people. But this time I am not talking about that.

Memories the binding glue between two people. Doesn't matter if you are close or not the only way you remember is through memories which do not decieve. It is the matter of time that people and memories turn to dust but how ?? People FORGET!

Now, one may wonder what's simpler forgetting or being the forgotten one ! I often feel that forgetting should be less harsh than being forgotten but that's just a feeling and not necessarily the reality.

A person who forgets easily is the person that forgives easily too ! A person who forgets easily often moves on easily too ! But a person that forgets easily never experiences the emotions at its peak, at an intensity that tends to make people believe that they might die. This life is once and if one doesn't experience the heightened emotions the small wins or big loses, the purest love or heartbreaks, the tears of joy of birth or grief of losing someone close, then one might have not lived it to the fullest. Memories help you relive those moments again and again. But if one forgets them easily, sorry they just remember the instances but not the experience !!

Now, being the forgotten one is never easy. Sitting on a table across to someone you used to be close to and acting like strangers is never going to be easy. Among a group of friends, classmates or amidst relatives at a function being the forgotten one bruises the heart like nothing else. All called but nobody remembered to ask you twice, the sting, God the pain !! A break up or friendship drifting apart the ache is immeasurable for the one who doesn't forget but is forgotten!

One can only wonder if there was ever less brutal way out. There are times when forgetting helps you let go and makes the life in present meaningful and there are times when being the forgotten one helps you avoid situations you never want to remember or relive. But given a choice what would you choose, what would anyone choose? If only it was that easy !

Often we confuse love. We don't necessarily end up with people we love.

Love is not enough to be happy and definitely not enough to end up together and forever. It's those tiny little efforts especially the ones that are not asked for. The grand gestures of gifts and chocolates, the dates and cakes are nothing when compared to care and affection, time and attention, respect and admiration.

Lucky are those who find all of it in one special person, but, are all the people that lucky.

People need to break apart even when they love someone a lot, reason not being lack of grand gestures but craving for those small little expectations.

It's broken sometimes when they never want to but they are not meant to be.

And then there comes a perfect fit to their puzzle, someone for whom those all lil expectations are always met even without their saying, it just flows and it just fits. The puzzles go together even though the person they loved before remains the most loved person for their entire life.

It's not like their love for the puzzle fitter is less, it's just that the person they loved before was a complete misfit and still perfect enough to make them smile.

Is it really that people like to be alone or people haven't found the one with whom their vibes match?

Are you searching for the one who would like to spend all his/her time with your stupidity? Don't tell me no!

It's very evident from human nature that social life is something that every human craves for, to be honest even introverts are not introverts when they vibe with a person who doesn't ask them to change instead accept them not opening up and gives time.

We all live in a generation where people keep on asking what's wrong with you and no one really tries to understand the unsaid thoughts. What everyone lacks, is time.

Being there for someone doesn't mean not letting that person to be sad, but, to be there when the blue sky turns dark, may be just holding an umbrella without pushing them to use it.

Next time if you really want to be there for someone, just make them a cup of tea or coffee (whatever they'd like) and sit by their side.

Colours for all of us are something which we can see. When someone says yellow, we imagine fire or sun or something else. But what about the people who are specially abled, the blind. They have never seen these colors, they don't know what do these names mean. For them red is not a tasty apple and green is not a tree.

While these colours have no space in their imagination they can do something which even people with sight can't do!

They feel the colour!!

Amazing, isn't it ? We can't do this even if we want to but only they can have this joy. For them yellow is so bright and hot. For them blue is cold or spread across. For them red is juicy and tasty. For them green is peace and natural.

We are lucky enough to see them and they are fortunate enough to feel them.

The story of blind child who goes to a kindergarten with normal kids finds out how intresting it is to feel the colours which others could only see!

Seven colours of rainbow

and I could see none in my life.

Beautiful day as she exclaimed

I wondered, why?

She started with the colors for the class

Gave me a braile for rest of my life.

They exclaimed yellow

I felt few words on the sheet!

Imagination was off the table

Till she came and took me.

Bright was the room I could feel!!

Never have I ever seen but I felt

It was the color yellow, she mean.

And so went my classes the rest of the week

Color by color I kept to feel

all were learning when I was experiencing.

We all in our life crave for that one acceptance from the near and dear ones. At times we confuse the acceptance to love. But is it love or acceptance? We really not sure about it. As long as you like it, it doesn't even matter cause acceptance is the first step to love.

All of us have our own insecurities and for the matter of fact we know that there is that one person out there who is way better than us. Still we keep searching for that one, that special one who looks at us in a way that we are perfect. That one person who knows a lot many flaws in us but still stands by our side when we feel insecure.

The one who says " If only you could see what I can see" the only reason for their love being is we are the best they ever wanted.

Not all of us are self obsessed and when you are with a person like that it becomes even harder to convince them with why exactly you love them!!

Is there any answer to this question? No really a big NO. All the flaws they keep counting in them are actually the reason why we love them.

Let me be clear love here refers to all kinds ...friends, siblings, family and couple.

India and its obsession about mangoes is not unknown to the world.

Mangoes are divided into two major groups from the point of their origin, sub tropical Indian group and tropical South-east Asian groups.

The mango tree also called as mangifera indica are grown in different parts of the country. There are more than 500 varieties, while most of them are ready to give fruits in summers few of them give double crop.

India is the largest producer of mangoes and yet it's highly difficult to find Indian mangoes in the world market. Despite producing tonnes of mangoes,the largest in the world, Indian mangoes occupy less than 1% of international mango trade. We consume almost all the mango produce of our country without letting it go waste!!!

The countries other than India that produce large amount of mangoes are China and Pakistan.

Mango is the national fruit of India as well as Pakistan.

The cost of mangoes range from ₹60/kg to the most expensive Alphansoes ₹200 a single peice.Though so expensive but Indians can't go an year without mangoes.

Different parts of the country have a little different time of mangoes rippening. The south, near to equator gets heated first and the season's first mangoes come in south and in west too, while other parts of the country enjoy their delicious delight a little later.

The fact that mangoes can be used in different unique forms make it more festive. One can find no restraunts in the country that do not have summer special mango menu card. All the hotels, cafes, restraunts try all the different forms and even create new forms to eat this fruit called Mango. To anyone's surprise the craze of mangoes is to such an extent that people never say no to try the different versions, tastes and cuisine of this fruit. Not only do they try but also appreciate. People in India tend to believe that anything and any form of food which involves use of mangoes in proper ways is automatically gonna taste great to them.

India is country of different languages, religions and traditions and that is why we call India a diverse nation. These all colours of our country might not be celebrating every festival together. But, Mangoes.

Mangoes bring people from all caste, race,sex,religion,language and state together to celebrate this auspicious time of the year.

It's unbelievable that how big companies use the mangoes season in their marketing strategy. Though any other kind of fruit may not be considered a luxurious present. But mangoes come here too.Companies send boxes full of mangoes as a greeting to their major partners, customers and suppliers. Also it has become like a ritual for many of them.

So many varieties of mangoes come from different parts of the country depending on time of ripening. The Alphonsos from Ratnagiri are considerd the best variety, though few think they are too sweet.

Badamis and tart Totapuris ripen earlier. Delicious North Indian varieties including plump, green Langras, and elongated Dussehris and Chausas become available a few weeks later, as they ripe around May and June.

People tend to shop for mangoes and enjoy identifying the variety of mangoes and their region of origin just like a fine wine based only on taste and smell.

New businesses dedicated solely for mangoes retail are set up and you can find these only during the season. It resembles to the fairs that are organised for the festivals and are moved or closed soon after the festival ends.

It's also a point to look that even after the season, the festival is over, people can't get rid of the mango craze. This is the reason why a mango drink is the India's most liked beverage brand. Maza a brand owned by coca-cola, is the best selling drink in the country. It's competitirs include PepsiCo's Tropicana Slice and Parle Agro's Frooti.

I agree it's difficult at times. You don't know what you actually want and you don't know what you will want next. The confused mind runs everywhere. In search of satisfaction but instead gets tired and frustrated.

You find people judging you. The constant judgements they pass at you, makes you self conscious. Even walking on roads, entirely alien, you walk like everyone knows you and is bitching about you.

These are the actual time, you can test your courage. This is the time to find peace in a person than in a place. These are the times to accept yourself completely.

It's going to be dark, it's going to be cold, it's going to be bitter but believe me it's all gonna worth it and sweet as sugar.

I have wondered how the human memory works. We tend to forget the pretty and happy things and remember the sad ones. We live with a constant sadness from the past and hope it never happens in the future. But as much as we try to forget we remember them better.

Growing up few people find that they remember their childhood really well. Some details that even their elder siblings or parents don't remember but they definitely know that it happened. They ask their child how do you remember all this. It's really amazing for a person to remember the childhood incidents that too not so great events.

The child likes the idea of being blessed with the memory that remembers the past so well.

Soon the child enters the youth. The difficulties of life and pain in evry relationship is evidently visible to it now. It knows and understands the harsh reality of life. It now remembers all the incidents with the dialogues as if a movie. It feels restless at night because it could rewind the tape and watch it again in hall of its mind.

Now it fears of any new drama in life, doesn't want to enter any beautiful relationship, let it be love or friendship. Because if some day the time brings it to an end. It will not be able to move on. The events will pin and tears would not stop.

The memory it was proud of is holding it back from the perks of youth.

It's difficult to unlove the one you have loved the most. Let's be practical, does the love end after one person's denial? No. Because if it did then it's not true love. Love is like a mother's love for her child. It doesn't end even when the child brings in new people in its life nor when the child decides to abandon and leave the mother behind. It's pure and unconditional. 

May be we can't be with the one we love, may be after rejection, we barely can face them but somewhere we know that the love we have for them is never gonna die. Surely we do move on and we'll get love again in a new person but the love we had for them if was true will not vanish even after everything ends.

It will just evolve and reform. Now the love that wanted to be the reason of their happiness will change into a wish of their happiness.

You'll wish them to be happy where ever and with whomever they are. You will no more wish to be the centre of their happiness but their smile will still matter. 

May be someday when you are old, happy and enjoying your life with your love and children, you get a text from the mutuals that he/she is no more. It will hurt you and you will not know why.