Nidhis.daily.blog

Category: Relationship

  • What matters next?

    It’s the hi-tech millenia of artificial intelligence, robots and intelligent automation. Humanity is making strides in all branchs of science. Yet in our minds success is mere material, monetary and magnanimus achievements. A bigger apartment, a flashier car, the latest gadgets, another wrist watch. And the wishlist continues, like an bottomless pit.

    Kindness costs nothing

    In a world that prizes constant consumption, how about chasing kindness, empathy and companionship as goals. A world where good behaviour is embraced and warmth is the love language. How about being on a journey where everyone is valued for their existence and the uniqueness they bring to the table.

    So when did you last hear a kid being praised for being kind. In the recent past, do you recall patting your partner for being an empathetic being. Infact when did you pause to count a reconnection with a long lost friend as a personal win. Normalising humanity isn’t rocket science but this surely needs a collective recollect and reset in our over-stimulated cortex!

  • The last dance

    The night was young, so were the two of them. As young adults who had just started earning and tasted the success of freedom, they were both convinced this was the best thing to do. Freedom from parental curfews, freedom from education goals and lastly freedom from each other – from the unsaid commitments made half a decade ago.

    So they were dessed to the nines for a night of celebration. Closest of friends were invited, a great weekend was planned ahead. They hopped onto the bike and reached the local watering hole for the party to begin. The club was a popular one, dark yet mystic with loud thumping music blaring the mix of all songs from the disco 80’s to the fast paced one’s of the early 2000’s.

    They weren’t alone, apart from their close group of friends, they were crowds and crowds of youth grinding to the same beats. All fledgling techies, chilling and drowning themselves with the drinks, drumbeats and dance moves. But these two had eyes for each other only. Though they were hosting a ‘breakup party’, it was clear that there was much life left to live together. She swayed while he sipped. Together from dusk to dawn, they drowned the pain of parting ways with drives, dance and drinks.

  • Second Chance

    We often associate kindness as a good deed for others. Being kind is a founding principle taught by most religions. Afterall kindness is basic to humanity and its existence.

    Often kindness can manifest as caring for others, sometimes even at the cost of putting one’s own needs first. But what good would come from all the selflessness if one ain’t being kind to oneself in the first place. Afterall only a full cup can fill others. So why have shame in putting boundaries and claiming me time for the only body, mind and soul who is your lifelong companion – thyself!

    Sipping as the world goes by

    Reclaim your moments, guard them selfishly and indulge in something just for yourself. It won’t make you less of a spouse, partner, parent, child, sibling or whatever roles keep you tied to the routine. Make room for yourself and stay consistent at it. Therefore just like charity, ladies & gentlemen, kindness should also begin at home.

  • At a place that never is!

    Food is for survival.

    Food is a love language.

    And food is sometimes a memory.

    Think of how you recall the food prepared by your grandmother, or your mother’s beloved recipe or the way you associate certain dish to special occasions. Occasions that were marked important in your mind; making memories that you now cherish for life.

    The sight, smell, taste – that ones does not forget. It remains etched in your subconscious. Every mention, every recall, even citing of the same takes you down the memory lanes. The time, the place, the people and the era when you last savored it. The love of the one who prepared the meal, the warmth of their love and the genuineness of the gesture – just exemplifies how belonging is fostered with food served with kindness.

    Roasted cumin buttermilk, daal-baati-churma (an Indian preparation of pulses curry and baked dough balls) and home made coffee with froth on the top (much before Covid led Dalgona coffee made it all famous again) – all evoke the same historic journey for me. Those decades when a younger me painted the future vividly and dreamt with a heart full of pure love. When everyone around me was kind with pure intentions in their hearts. Blissfully unaware of the big bad world, soaking in the warmth and kindness, reciprocating the care and spreading unadulterated joy all along – I shall continue to cherish the memories the food evokes, lighting up my face with a smile every single time.

  • The first dance

    The music was loud. The atmosphere electrifying. Afterall, college fests are meant to be a break from books, assignments and lectures.

    Every floor had huge banners, outlining the activity being hosted. There was a milieu of young adults on each floor. The seniors swinging with confidence from one activity to another. While the juniors tried to settle on which way their gang of friends wanted to go. And then there were the freshers. Bright eyed, straight out of school, unsure of themselves yet trying to find a footing.

    That’s exactly how they both looked. Unsure, eager, ready to try something new. ‘Groove to the salsa’ read this banner in the basement. Fate took them both there. And then they chose to sign up for the one hour class to learn a new dance form, just for fun.

    Little did he know that the hands he would hold for the next 60 minutes would be the ones he would like to hold on the journey of life. She swayed while he had two left feet. The song rung a bell too, swanky with fast beats and lyrics which meant to have everything in life in light vein.

    Yet between the laughs, the mis-steps, eyes locked with each other, she fell for him. Swinging with the rhythm, he in a chequered shirt and she in a striped dress, they danced their way into each other’s hearts.

  • Memories

    Love them or loathe them,

    Seems you can not forget them.

    I wish to hold on, cherish & celebrate,

    Not to look down, label or berate.

    Good, bad, ugly, they are what they are,

    Can’t fathom all of them from where I am, near yet so far.

    Holding onto each piece dearly as I can,

    Fearing, some day I may loose them all.

    Since I can’t turn back time or travel into the future,

    I desire all of it to immortalize, be alive, be nurtured.

    You say let’s not rock the boat,

    I say but let’s also not build a moat.

    Wish one day we can meet in the middle,

    Until then, let’s not try to solve this beautiful riddle.

  • Aging Alone

    Ever wondered who would you want to grow old with? Your friends, your siblings, your offsprings, your spouse?

    There is no dearth of options. As economies start aging, formalized old age resorts would be a viable option for those who can afford. Ofcourse state-run welfare programs rarely target this age group, except for retirement pension schemes which already weigh down the government’s balance sheet. But besides the maths and economics of it all, the social and psychological tangent is also an aspect to ponder. Would you be open to embracing new faces in your silver years?

    Or is it enough to have just I, me, myself for vibing and slaying these post-retirement years? So that you can spend time the way you want, structure your life around your own priorities and live unhinged. With great freedom may come greater loneliness, so be prepared to welcome the silence and the solitude as a blissful change in your life!

  • Charged guilty!

    Empathy is a double edged sword. Makes one feel guilty at the drop of the hat. So how to tackle apathy? How does one take the indifference from others? Turn cold and indifferent or continue to sprinkle warmth in the relationship?

    Neither. Yet both. The longer (& more treacherous) path is to play one’s true self. It requires maximum patience, median oversight and minimal fueds. The shorter (& more combustible) path is to give it all back. Ofcourse all is fair in love and war; especially this which is a cold war. Either ways you need a tons of introspection, planning overhaul, understanding of the dynamics and putting the right messages out at the right time. It’s no less efforts than required in active politics!

  • BFF culture

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  • Marriage : From Label to Libel

    Its a dying institute many say in today’s information era. Same was said for the institution of family in the industrial era. Without making a case for either, it would be interesting to explore how it’s evolving in the new-age society.

    To most it starts as a societal label which formalizes your relationship. Establishing credibility for your adulthood. Being a passport to freedom, to decision making (& owning them too).

    To a few its a libel, even if it’s a sour sanguine relationship, they want to live it up till death do us apart. Just to live upto the label, they are putting up with the discomfort of a libel.

    Leaving aside the peer pressure (which is manifold in the digital era), what matters is what matters most in life, to you. Label or libel, if it’s dear then put your might behind it. If not, then the world is your home, be a free bird. Irrespective of what you choose, remember public memory is always effervescent.