Be real, be you.

In a time, where being busy has become a way of living, should we really expect people to remove and dedicate some of their precious time to us?

Let's look at it like this, I am working in a full-time position, still when someone important has something to share with me or wants my time, I am there, just right there, both physically and emotionally. But why, when such deeds are expected form the same people, they just turn away?

We need to know, life is sometimes neither as simple or as complicated we think it is. All we can do is, stop complaining. We need to believe in giving, giving away as whole-heartedly as we can. There is no contentment better than the one you get from doing little good deeds or gestures for people, irrespective of your equation with them. If we always do things to get something in return, we can never be real. I used the word real to imply how real and selfless we are naturally, but how things change when each one of us develops a perspective of their own. We need to retain our own natural being, the selfless one, within ourselves.

The other day, while in an over-crowded bus, on my way to the office, a wrinkled old-lady with two huge bags, got in. Looking around she realized that there were many eyes glaring upon at her telling her how doltish she was to get in a bus, so full of people, with two large bags. I discerned her evident insecurity and discomfort. Studying at her state, I offered her my seat. She, though a little reluctant to look happy, took the seat, settled in while I helped her with the bags and put her hand on my head apparently thanking me.

I don't think this was too heroic of me, but just a little act of humanity, coming from the natural self. It was only giving, without wanting anything in return. That simple little effort made my day, if not anyone else's.

So, when people treat you like you are unwanted, like they're too busy for you, like you are unimportant, just calm down, take a deep breath, get out and be who you are. It might be that what you think they think of you is an illusion of your own. they genuinely might be too caught up. Have patience, do not expect much and let life take its own beautiful course with all the grace and elegance. Just be!

The 'Lost Slumber'

If ever, life gave me the power and authority to change something as I desire, I would have the world start a little late. To me, waking up in the mornings is such a task, more so because I love being up till late (read really late). And what do I do being awake? I do not have much of an idea, but I think just lazing around, tossing and turning on my bed and having my brain run around and go places is such a wonderful feeling. Nevertheless its my little brain that does a lot of work during these hours. It wanders and functions the most in the dead of the night, thus not letting me sleep. I do not understand why but the craziest and most creative of ideas strike me in the hours of darkness.

My mind on most of  these happily sleepless nights imaginably writes and writes oh-so much about just anything and everything, I write so much in my imagination, however actually not putting it on paper or on the e-space and somehow I like it when it remains only in my head. Innovative ideas too flock my mind in large numbers in the dark hours.

There is something so moving and so beautiful about those thoughts that occur to me in the night, I just do not want them to leave me. Its incredible to become one with myself, remain aware and free myself of all the physical impossibilities by just being there, in my state of trance.

Playing in my trance mode:
hey brother- Avicii
Summer time Sadness- Lana Del Ray
Yeh jo des hai tera- A.R Rahman (MTV Unplugged)
I feel so close to you right now- Calvin Harris
Hey Ya- Karthik Calling Karthik

In case you are just an ullu as I am, lets catch up for a chat, in the tranquility and peace of the night :)

A behind-time Introduction

A shout out to all you fellow individuals on the blogger-sphere. I know this is a tad too late but it had to come.
This is Richa here and my Twitter bio right now reads, 'Happy Writer. Creativity breather. Sapiosexual. Mad dancer. Panipuri lover. Tuneless Singer. True Leo. Adventure Seeker. Grammar Nazi. Social Media bird.'
These 20 words quite perfectly explain the whole of me. I love to write. Love everything that involves creativity. Intelligence really is a very big turn-on. Dance is a form of expression that I've known since I was a toddler with a running nose. To me, Panipuri is the best food in the whole world, and Yes I'm very serious about this. I love to sing but every time I seek my love, ten others seek me asking me to shut up, but I still continue. I proudly boast of possessing every quality of a true Leo. Adventures make me happy, a bit too happy. I always have this undying urge to correct anyone who goofs up with the grammar and last but not the least, I am a social media person, even professionally.

Apart from the aforementioned traits, there is one thing I strongly feel should be added to my Richa-in-a-nutshell-bio and that added characteristic would be 'A Wannabe Vagabond'.

When you Google it up, words like traveler, gypsy, wanderer, nomad, wayfarer, bag lady, drifter and many other surface. If you ask me, I'd be more than thousand times happy to associate these words to me and my being. However for whatever the reasons may be, I haven't been fortunate enough to have any of these to call my own. To live under the stars, at the beach, under the sun, on the mountains, at a village with the locals, near the river, around the wild, with the fellow travelers, on the road, nothing much has come to me till now, but I hope and want that it does soon. So yeah, that's a wannabe vagabond writing to you, how much ever she is capable of.

Hoping to be a little more connected than this through the Wannabe Vagabond Diaries.
Cheerio.