Same words, new meaning.

“When you are right, no one remembers…
When you are wrong, no one forgets!!!”

These were the words told by one of my teachers to me when I was a teenager. At 15, I took these words as a gospel truth. They would be written on everybody’s slam book that I was given to fill. The thing is; at that point of time, it was my solace – my moral thermometer you can say- which guided me and kind of threatened me into doing only the “right things” (gosh!! I dunno what I was thinking at that time!!).

But now, several years later, I suddenly realized it has come to a point where these words have an entirely new meaning to me. My teenage take on the quote – “once if I commit a mistake I would be talked about, criticized to no end about my imperfections. So I must steer clear and not taint myself”.

My current take – “people are going to talk about you no matter what!! So I live my life the way i want it and not let others affect it”. Because at the end of the day, we are answerable to ourselves and we are the ones going through whatever – good or bad – that’s going on in our lives. So there’s no point bothering about what really the other’s think about us is it??

So… my dear worry warts, please release yourselves from the salt sack you’re carrying on your head which gets heavy after every “unmentionable” thing you think you did!! Cut yourself some slack and go enjoy a nutty slice of life!!


Beginning a new chapter…

As she stood near her father’s coffin watching as it was lowered to the ground, she tried to dredge up some feeling, memory or any trait of her fathers. The sad part was, she didn’t know if it was good or bad that she couldn’t remember any. The thing was – her father had such good relationship with his parents that he deemed any relationship with his own daughter of any importance.

She remembered the feeling of inadequacy she felt whenever she met him for holidays and dinners, the sense of hopelessness that her father would never love her; seeing as how she resembled her mother whom her father had loved and lost as she died on childbed.

She shook herself mentally. There was the ceremonial to be hosted, where again she’d have to put up a brave face and accept people’s insincere condolences. She turned, looking for her husband – her rock in times of storm. As she took his arm, accepting his silent support and started walking towards the old house where her father had lived; she told herself she was ready to face the sea of people after which she would return home to the life she knew and people she loved. A new chapter was waiting to be started!!