tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55960224877274347052024-02-20T00:22:08.681+05:30TELE-PEN-NYScribbling The Spontaneity...Tele Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315611078990627022noreply@blogger.comBlogger332125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596022487727434705.post-76753061289874897962023-12-11T12:51:00.002+05:302023-12-11T12:53:37.329+05:30Are you making room for mistakes?<p><b>Loved the article here.... </b></p><p><a href="https://rukminiguevara.medium.com/why-not-making-room-for-mistakes-is-your-biggest-mistake-d2317a973614">https://rukminiguevara.medium.com/why-not-making-room-for-mistakes-is-your-biggest-mistake-d2317a973614</a></p><p>I realized that, me and my husband are both intolerant to making mistakes. We like saying things once/ doing things once- and expect others to follow suit. We also are difficult people who rarely accept our own mistakes. Consideration about the other's mental state or situation comes only with people who are new to us. Once we know a person, we have a base set, a perception, a story, a judgement already imprinted in our brain, and we are intolerant. To each other - the most. </p><p>Leaves us both in an unhealthy relationship - anger, unmet expectations, unsaid emotions, disappointment at unreached targets. And maybe, we are doing the same to our kids- not accepting that they might be going through something internally which we might be unaware of. Also, with our parents- Me and my mother's relation is definitely of this kind.</p><p><b>Some excerpts of this article </b>which I would like to keep for further reading:</p><p>"Being exposed to an abundant source of pressure whether from family, friends, society, or even ourselves, has established a set of bounds in our minds, one being that there is no room for mistakes. It is a deeply ingrained mindset as a type of measurement to meet certain expectations. Otherwise, we beat ourselves for it as a consequence. “I shouldn’t have said that. I should’ve done this. I’m so dumb. Why did I do that? Why did I say that? I hate myself.” We tend to be hard on ourselves even for mistakes with minimal to no aftereffect. <b>This may be a matter of low self-esteem or the intense need for approval.</b> We forget that it is in our very nature as humans to make mistakes. Although aiming high is not necessarily a bad thing, constantly doing so could take a toll on your mental health, lifestyle, and relationships.</p><p>Succumbing to your fears and letting it control you, means denying yourself the opportunity to explore and thrive. As the popular saying goes, these mistakes are building blocks to success. It supports you to live your life to the fullest as it replaces your fears with strength and enthusiasm.</p><p><b>If you do make a mistake, embrace your flaws and vulnerability</b>. Yes, recognizing your weaknesses is terrifying, but this means even if you know you suck at something, you choose to believe in yourself and take action to make progress. It’s also important to allow your loved ones to make mistakes. And if they do, <b>develop a genuine understanding</b>. It can be difficult to feel neglected by your significant other. But if you immediately react negatively, you might convey a sense of judgment or lack of understanding. So, you should not easily dismiss them but rather communicate your issues and concerns and give them the chance to learn, to be held accountable, and to grow from their mistakes. It’s also helpful to ask yourself, “Is their mistake bigger than my love for them?” Once you’ve thought about it long and hard, that’s the time you decide your verdict. <b>These mistakes are opportunities to develop one’s mentality and skills.</b> Committing mistakes is not the end of the world, it’s a lesson that reminds us we have room for improvement.</p><p>At some point in our lives, we are all bound to disappoint ourselves as well as others, but that’s not to say it’s entirely a negative circumstance. When we have to admit we’re wrong or we’ve been wronged, most of us mope a little but eventually, we move past it. <b>Regardless of who committed a mistake, how you respond to these situations is always your choice.</b> But if you don’t make room for mistakes, then you’re also hindering yourself from making room for improvement.</p>Tele Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315611078990627022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596022487727434705.post-86636726581187564922023-12-09T09:04:00.003+05:302023-12-09T09:04:46.085+05:30Some points in life are life changing......Stains, some are tough, difficult to wash off.<div>Even a sight of them, the bad memories replay.</div><div>Heart, like the cloth, remains pained and hurt.</div><div>Can the soul be like a fresh new cloth ever again?</div><div><br /></div><div>Can my chirpiness, happiness, my inner child ever come back again to life? Can my responsibilities ever end - maybe with separation from people or my own life?</div><div><br /></div>Tele Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315611078990627022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596022487727434705.post-61858694749841904462023-12-09T08:53:00.004+05:302023-12-09T08:53:51.197+05:30Do what you can DO!!<p> Your day has how many hours? Twenty-four!!</p><p>My brain refuses to accept, closes the door,</p><p>Sits down quietly, and plans my day-</p><p>With a long list of “to-dos” in an idealistic way.</p><p>Zero time to eat, drink or relax,</p><p>With concentration & efficacy at the max.</p><p>Agility of a toddler, acuity of a teenager,</p><p>Wisdom of a saint, passion of a lover-</p><p>All these an ageing brain deluded me with,</p><p>Overzealous, unrealistic targets created a myth…</p><p>That I am faltering… not doing my bit at my best,</p><p>Putting my sincerity, commitment daily at test.</p><p>A cycle of dissatisfaction, bottling up, frustration,</p><p>lashing out at loved ones, and sky-high expectations.</p><p>My clock needs a wind, my soul needs a break!</p><p>The tired legs of this hamster, even passion no-more can take.</p><p>I can’t have it all, in the perfect way I want it to!</p><p>Love, let go, enjoy, breathe & do what “you can” do!</p>Tele Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315611078990627022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596022487727434705.post-44107108469207128232023-12-09T08:53:00.000+05:302023-12-09T08:53:01.611+05:30In the moment....LIVE!<p> November has gone, December is almost here!</p><p>Where is my mind? Somewhere here & there...</p><p>Always at a distant place from where I am,</p><p>A constant ticker for the future programme.</p><p>When I am alone, I regret the past,</p><p>The times I lost, as it went too fast.</p><p>So, it is either the old or the upcoming</p><p>That I live in...not in the springing</p><p>Phase that I could be, if I water myself,</p><p>Not relive bygones, Not plan ahead; Just leave it to Thyself!</p>Tele Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315611078990627022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596022487727434705.post-7104430089330642312020-11-19T18:38:00.001+05:302020-11-19T18:38:51.741+05:30Maternity BreakGetting back to the professional sphere can be challenging after a maternity break.<div><br><div>It could be the separation anxiety. The kid is 24*7 in front of your eyes, your priority- rather- the only work you entrust upon yourself when you take this break. And even the thought of not being able to see the kid as much as one has been doing sends shivers down the spine.</div><div><br></div><div>It could also be the anxiety towards the kids needs not being met or care not as much as a mother would do. Giving him time to evolve, to learn, to stimulate his gray cells, to teach him new things actively- all might not match the existing scale.</div><div><br></div><div>It could also be the anxiety towards the workplace, work and the outcome. The confidence in your skillset, the added stress, the exhaustion that might set in, the quality and the outcome of the work that one does- everything adds up to mount the challenge.</div></div><div><br></div><div>It could also be the doubt about losing the personal-professional balance. The stress and tiredness reaching the kid, and the upbringing and devoting time to kid leading to sub-par quality of work -both are dangerous and dreaded.</div><div><br></div><div>All in all, it is a challenge. Overcoming mental blocks, preparing physically for the time to come and "taking this step" will only solve the riddle and devise new ingenious solutions.</div>Tele Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315611078990627022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596022487727434705.post-30723347342920082020-11-07T01:54:00.001+05:302020-11-07T01:54:31.188+05:30Self CareWhen it comes to taking care of others, we are all very careful, cautious and fearful. Sadly, the same isn't true when it comes to self-care. More so for 'mothers' who put themselves at the fag end of the to-do lists, the place where they might not reach for months together.<div><br></div><div>Self care in terms of nutrition, health, leisure activity, physical exercise and talking to one's self should be a conscious choice. Unfortunately, this is regarding as a vice and not a virtue as per the Indian upbringing, where everything else should be given priority over and above this. Maybe, the moral science lectures need a tweaking and our parents need to re-wire themselves, as what the kids see at home is what they learn.</div>Tele Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315611078990627022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596022487727434705.post-25597652407351566332020-11-04T02:54:00.002+05:302020-11-07T02:06:59.347+05:30Self analysisOur actions, our thoughts, and our words...none of them is totally pure. Every single day if we analyse each one of these, we will have something or the other on which we can and should work upon.<div><br></div><div>The reason for the impurity can be anything- the need of -acceptance, love, respect, equality, impartiality. And in search of these needs, we may be the one turning more impure. If we behave the way we are being treated like, then it only makes it worse.</div><div><br></div><div>Also, the need for all of this is the root cause. And overcoming this is evolving in the truest sense and the ultimate goal of spirituality.</div><div><br></div><div>One should not be influenced by the vibes and the behaviour of those around them. This is the ultimate meaning to awakening.</div><div><br></div><div>For everything, think about what is necessary, what is kind and what is true.</div>Tele Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315611078990627022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596022487727434705.post-82660901822117224972020-11-02T01:38:00.001+05:302020-11-02T01:39:20.784+05:30H(w)ealthRestarting an old hobby can be challenging as the interests and priorities change with time. Blogger has been sidelined for a good long period. And now, I intend to re-kindle my love with writing. And a lot of things which used to define me.<div><br></div><div>Health is a blessing, a boon, a wish and a desire (for some).</div><div><br></div><div>Being infirm is a curse. And there are people who still find happiness amidst the disease. They are higher beings. And that is when one is awakening spirituality.</div><div><br></div><div>Healthcare industry can be best explained by patients and attendants of chronic illnesses. And to become the one who addresses their challenges is my dream (in the capacity of being a doctor).</div><div><br></div><div>It feels helpless and furious and depressing when one cannot do much despite the will.</div><div><br></div><div>Health is Wealth.</div>Tele Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315611078990627022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596022487727434705.post-24211451567764432742018-11-23T15:56:00.000+05:302018-11-23T15:56:04.726+05:30Few minutes of vacation!!Another major part of the road to the destination has been travelled, the results although will be known only in due course of time.<div>
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The burst-out at the hotel was unexpected. A heavy weight off my head, the strong exterior shed off, and my heart lay bare in front of her...the tears knew their caresser was present, and they flew down with howls and cries as I lay inside her wetting her dress while listening to her solacing heart beats.</div>
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Those few minutes in her arms was my revival and my vacation...all of the emotions felt and expressed at once... the exasperation, my happiness, my sorrow, my turmoil, and my relief!!</div>
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She charged me for another three years and I am ready for the coming challenges now!! </div>
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Tele Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315611078990627022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596022487727434705.post-10908354482006378622018-10-29T17:49:00.000+05:302018-10-29T17:49:15.789+05:30Tele-viewing !!Excitement engulfs the soul for the not-so-distant reality...<div>
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Chambers however fail to bow down to the gray matter...</div>
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Envisioning the times to come is so beautiful, maybe more beautiful than what will eventually happen...</div>
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And in that dream, My DREAM, lies my liberative happiness and content.</div>
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(Final Practical exam is 16 days away, and thousands of plans are popping and brimming out of my head)</div>
Tele Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315611078990627022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596022487727434705.post-55138997733773753992018-10-09T20:08:00.001+05:302018-10-10T21:05:06.499+05:30Personal RantsCan I ever become normal?<br />
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Can I stop committing mistakes?<br />
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Can I start being responsible for myself - in my personal and professional lives?<br />
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Can I not be complacent?<br />
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Can I actually work towards becoming something, someone & not just end up being a lucky idiot who is being looked after and saved by God?<br />
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Can i actually become good and caring and intelligent and hard working and dedicated and committed?<br />
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Why does it only come to me in flashes ? In periods of long gaps?<br />
Why can't I ALWAYS be motivated to do things?<br />
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Why should I just let go off myself??<br />
Why should I not be harsh on myself? The new age teaching and preaching will not take me anywhere...<br />
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Why should I misuse the life, love and trust that people have it on me?<br />
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Can I not be anymore selfish than this...this extreme that I have already reached?<br />
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Can I control all this shit that I have created for myself?<br />
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Why should I not be morally correct? Why should I not let go off my dark side??<br />
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For whose benefit should I not tame my dark, black, negative side?<br />
It is not good & not right & I should tame it and rule it and curb it down--wrap it in a box of iron and throw it away.<br />
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I am meant to be a white, optimistic, positive, non-cribbing, happy person; I was bred that way & now, I shouldn't let this black overpower me...<br />
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High time I should stop giving lame excuses about wanting to live life my way... as my way is NOT the right way...It is a bloody wrong path...& I shall and will not let it govern me.<br />
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All the negatives - all the pride, the false pride, the procrastination, the hatred, the anger, the lust, the feeling of superiority in wisdom, the distrust, the paranoia, the complaining-cribbing-crying, the blame-game; all is gone...<br />
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GONE....<br />
gone from my dictionary, from my life....<br />
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I am a changed woman....<br />
...more receptive, more humble, more understanding, more trusting, more loving, more caring, more calmer and more proactive....<br />
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All the changes which i underwent in the last decade....all the hurt that flamed and fueled them is what I am letting go today...as that is burning me from inside...hollowing me from within....<br />
I am the victim of my own thoughts and experiences....<br />
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As i held them for too long and reminded and replayed them at every possible chance to burn me even more....<br />
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And I decide to change it today....For...Ever....<br />
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I am the Telly that I was brought up as....by my parents, with my siblings, under extra care of my grandparents, and not altered by the world so mean....<br />
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If the world can change me as a person, then where is the strength in my upbringing...<br />
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I shall not let it down....Ever!!<br />
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<br />Tele Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315611078990627022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596022487727434705.post-79830278451702124272018-10-07T19:23:00.000+05:302018-10-07T19:23:18.256+05:30Grey Wala shadeManmarziyaan, the last movie we saw in the theatre and the songs of which are just on the loop since the last 2 months, maybe. A long time any album became such a favourite.<div>
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The new age love story around marriage was a fresh take with some commendable performances. </div>
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We all have a grey in us, and I am trying to, currently, lighten mine.</div>
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Suddenly my brain feels like a bag full of negative emotions, feelings and perspectives. Pride has taken over me and my basic courtesies and my usual self is lost in the other umpteen negative emotions of mine.</div>
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Trying to actively work on them and rediscover myself, once again. </div>
Tele Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315611078990627022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596022487727434705.post-33268723939399909932018-09-24T18:02:00.000+05:302018-09-24T18:02:05.138+05:30OnusIn a marriage, everyone has to adjust... The girl, the guy and the families.<div>
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But, the reason behind marriage changes the equations quite a bit....a marriage which was arranged leads to a couple in which the partners adjust for each other so as to make the other more comfortable in the new set of changes in living... The partner will make changes in his family situations so that the other one feels home...they will back them up and even encourage changes in the family by themselves. The onus is on the family.</div>
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In a love marriage, however, the onus is on you... You are supposed to change yourselves for whatever situation is different for you and not the family or the other partner ... and this fact leads to a lot of testing of the love for which you chose to marry in the first place.</div>
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Time and again your love will be tested and your patience examined. Times when you are taken for granted happens in every relationship... The onset, however, is earlier in a love versus an arranged marriage.</div>
Tele Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315611078990627022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596022487727434705.post-89203008106048848122018-09-19T12:24:00.001+05:302018-09-19T12:26:22.881+05:30Turn of generations<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The calendars have changed many a pages and the clock has done it's million-eth round....the generations have turned.<br />
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Writing was a passion, spending time with friends was fun, and socializing was just normal. Now, this is all in the virtual space and it has become totally impersonal.</div>
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People write all the time, every single second...they practically think on the internet and not in the mind, and express even before running it by themselves again.</div>
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They post pictures, of all the things they see and of all the moments they spend...they store the memories in the camera and not in their subconscious self. This compartment was always there in us whenever we wanted to go back...but now we have hard drives and cloud storage for that.</div>
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Spending time with friends was about talking on random things, day to day life, our feelings, our emotions and our family, but now it is about updating it on the social media, saying a lot of good words about them and silently being either jealous or happy by comparing our lives, posing pictures and just chatting over WhatsApp as per our convenience.</div>
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Socializing was fun, we would just meet people, be nice, get some inspirations to add something to our personalities but now it is a waste of time...you can learn that by the videos that run accross and the long stories that keep on circulating infinite number of times. We start finding faults in people rather than searching for qualities. </div>
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The good old times have gone and the new generation is really new... And I am becoming like that aunty we had who used to say, "Humare time mein to aise hota tha, vaise hota tha. Ye sab to achcha nahi hai, wo golden time tha....blah blah and blah blah".... :D</div>
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I hope you all are doing fine....;)</div>
Tele Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315611078990627022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596022487727434705.post-38006182728149876572017-10-19T18:46:00.000+05:302017-10-19T18:46:04.623+05:30Happy Diwali!We are alone yet never speak to ourselves.Tele Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315611078990627022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596022487727434705.post-81476220777690002732016-02-12T22:04:00.001+05:302016-02-12T22:04:21.396+05:30This is a happy space!<p dir="ltr">Once again!<br>
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Tele Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315611078990627022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596022487727434705.post-66919941702753475982015-08-05T13:17:00.001+05:302015-08-05T13:17:39.600+05:30Bucket list<p dir=ltr>While reading oncology, one cannot not have thoughts about what if a close person develops this or what if I develop an unresectable, non curable cancer, and am left to live on palliation. Well, such a thought has just struck me, and to think of what and how I would wish to spend my last moments knowing they are my last, I would do the want to do a lot of these:</p>
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2. GO AND LIVE AT MY HOME... <br>
3. HAVE MY BABY ...adopted or own doesn't matter....but those tiny feets, tiny hands and breath. <br>
4. EAT HEARTILY<br>
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Tele Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315611078990627022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596022487727434705.post-59577449907032619752015-07-31T14:40:00.001+05:302015-07-31T14:40:59.122+05:30The God of Small things<p dir=ltr>“That's what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.” </p>
<p dir=ltr>“If you're happy in a dream, does that count?” </p>
<p dir=ltr>“The way her body existed only where he touched her. The rest of her was smoke.” </p>
<p dir=ltr>“It is after all so easy to shatter a story. To break a chain of thought. To ruin a fragment of a dream being carried around carefully like a piece of porcelain. To let it be, to travel with it, as Velutha did, is much the harder thing to do.” </p>
<p dir=ltr>“It is curious how sometimes the memory of death lives on for so much longer than the memory of the life that is purloined. ” </p>
<p dir=ltr>“Smells, like music, hold memories. She breathed deep, and bottled it up for posterity.” </p>
<p dir=ltr>“Impelled by feelings that were primal yet paradoxically wholly impersonal. Feelings of contempt born of inchoate, unacknowledged fear--civilization's fear of nature, men's fear of women, power's fear of powerlessness. Man's subliminal urge to destroy what he could neither subdue nor deify.” </p>
<p dir=ltr>“He gathered her into the cave of his body." <br><br></p>
<p dir=ltr>The God of Small Things does not offer many quotes, but full blown passages. The passages, with exquisite details that make you step into their places and feel their feelings. She doesn't mouth them or word them, she instills those situations in you and lets you feel it.</p>
<p dir=ltr>A poignant, powerful, tragic tale yet leaves you with Love, Hope, Madness, and Infinnate joy.</p>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYQXn1-OA_oWkKyr1p7LEI7WOyVZ04kUIrfEkRDQOW_2QbrHeoujJe-bv-vChSXrtUQx-3AZgr28AOLg3s9UzEWM9ZDjAy9m4XIAAN-XrpeJByo6VcZbDtxXzxiJ8sMUP8rtOCnrgdkwRG/s1600/the-god-of-small-things.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> <img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYQXn1-OA_oWkKyr1p7LEI7WOyVZ04kUIrfEkRDQOW_2QbrHeoujJe-bv-vChSXrtUQx-3AZgr28AOLg3s9UzEWM9ZDjAy9m4XIAAN-XrpeJByo6VcZbDtxXzxiJ8sMUP8rtOCnrgdkwRG/s640/the-god-of-small-things.jpg"> </a> </div>Tele Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315611078990627022noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596022487727434705.post-59811057652190579922015-06-08T16:08:00.001+05:302015-06-08T16:08:23.743+05:30Bare necessities<p dir=ltr>When we were searching for a suitable match for my elder sister and me, the only two things my family ever bothered to know about were: <br>
1. Guy's education<br>
2. Family's reputation , which was limited to 'they must not be having a criminal background, not known to have cheated someone, and the society doesn't see them in bad light.'</p>
<p dir=ltr>And I am glad I have been brought up on such strong pillars of beliefs.</p>
<p dir=ltr>When I told my family, that I like him, and would want them to consider him as well. They first grilled me to know whether he fulfills all 'my' criterias, and also tested me if my liking was just another passing attraction or a genuine feeling. They met him and asked him the same two things, how does he feel about me, and how serious is he in this. Not once did my father ever ask me his salary, or even what his father does, or what they have in terms of property. He just judged the guy. And, from there on my family heartily accepted him without any questions asked. There is this ease with which my family accepts people, as their own. And I totally love it, for our love doesn't depend on someone's social status, or income brackets, or position. They don't judge people. </p>
<p dir=ltr>When I look around, and happen to observe the criterias of families actively searching for life partners, I feel disheartened for they already have criterias in place with Income brackets, or the locality in which their house is, or the valuation of the family in the market.<br>
A relationship is set on a foundation of materialism.<br>
This is no different from asking your doctor to get your baby with this and that features....you know, custom made or made-to-order babies.</p>
<p dir=ltr>Well, all I can hope is that with turn of time and with the immediate surroundings that I live in, I do not change for the worse or give away these ideals of my family. All the time, I wish the 'Jain' (Kothari) in me lives. </p>
Tele Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315611078990627022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596022487727434705.post-85881794312774172482015-04-23T08:28:00.001+05:302015-04-23T08:28:27.185+05:3050 shades of grey<p dir=ltr>Well yes, this happened to be the next book I started reading. 20 hour long journey without a book seemed to be real boring, and with 5 big luggages already with me I dare not add even an ounce more. So, it was me and the only ebook I had in the gadet. Yeah, I am explaining why I had to even pick this book! Not that I am ashamed to have picked up an erotica, for it was there on my device because I wished to read this in the first place sometime. I had wished to read what had caught the world with such attention. But, not anymore.</p>
<p dir=ltr> Well, I must say a few things here:</p>
<p dir=ltr>1. This book is 'literally' not worth it. 150 pages out of 364 have been read, and I am sure it won't go a page higher. <br>
2. Erotica is not my thing. A casual sexual depiction in an ongoing story is fine, but a story based on sexual adventures and that too, of the forensic medicine types is just not my flavour. <br>
3. The protagonist is not convincing enough to make me believe one would do all this in the right sphere of mind, or that there can ever be a man/woman over whom one can be swooned so much that the brains stop working. </p>
<p dir=ltr>Probably it stems from the fact that I have always been very informed about my choices in life, have thought a lot before acting in a certain fashion, and hence, such mindless behaviour seems so unreal (to me atleast).</p>
<p dir=ltr>There is nothing about this book that can be quoted, nothing that must be remembered, nothing that must be re-read. And about the upcoming movie, I don't give a damn to visualize the Red Room of Pain. </p>
<p dir=ltr>Tele says, ' This book is a Grey Book of Perversion. Ideal to learn the IPCs for the Unnatural Sexual Offences.' ;-)<br>
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Tele Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315611078990627022noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596022487727434705.post-11267391700282092562015-04-23T07:55:00.001+05:302015-04-23T07:55:55.831+05:30Nag-itivity<p dir=ltr>My chain of thoughts seemed to be oh-so-positive and now all that I have to do is crib, complain, shout and cry. All my articles here on the blog have been about this. Am I so unhappy from life? Am I so bereft of the pleasures of life? Hmmm.... the answer is a big big NO! Well then, why such negativity is strewn all over tele-pen-ny? <br>
Because this is me penning down my heart. Earlier, I used to share that bit of my life which I couldn't share openly with others, and it was mainly about the jubiliation at doing new things professionally, about my romantic side, about the decisions I was taking (a first timer). And they all seemed to be just fine. Now also, I share the part of my heart which I don't wish to share openly with others...and it is about the disappointment at some people's behaviour, or actions, or the place where I am stuck professionally. There are a thousand lovely times to the one dejected post I write here, I laugh, I love, I care, I do things like a real lady, I am responsible, I am loved....all of this....it is just that when I set out to write, which happens only when I have either had an altercation or an argument with someone (coz practically that is only time I decide to put things off and keep 'me' on the table) and end up writing all the perennially unhappy stuff on the paper.</p>
<p dir=ltr>Tele says, 'There is so much on the table, that 'I' really have to be on my toes.' ;-)</p>
Tele Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315611078990627022noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596022487727434705.post-22006941126216958352015-03-31T18:22:00.001+05:302015-03-31T18:22:13.245+05:30Ashamed ?The reunion happens in two weeks. With nothing on the platter on the professional front, how could one face the others who are leading a life full of career content?<br />
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Normally, a person would be more motivated to achieve something in that sphere where one is lacking. Have I traveled way too far to even feel the thrill?<br />
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The personal life, that is put forth to fill for the only one thing lacking in my life, has really been totally engaging. Is that all what I am meant to be doing the whole life?<br />
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Is not working something to be ashamed off? Or is only handling home a thing that puts my brain up on the cutting board?<br />
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I am happy being home, but I am not a career mad woman. I chose this for myself, to enjoy the little things of life that I would have missed otherwise. But, I am definitely not going to be ashamed of having those years off my life with him.<br />
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<br />Tele Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315611078990627022noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596022487727434705.post-89312946362940348882015-03-18T17:54:00.000+05:302015-03-18T17:54:13.024+05:30The Palace of IllusionsMuch as the name of the novel, the content too is deep, philosophical and makes one look into their own souls to agree to all the virtues and vices it talks so casually about.<br />
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Based on Draupadi's view of the turn of events in the Hindu mythology 'Mahabharata', it shows love, life, vengeance, war, hatred, remorse, faith in light that is remarkable.<br />
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Just keeping some quotes from the book, which I would wish to re-read time and again, here.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">“Can't you ever be serious?' I said, mortified.</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">'It's difficult,' he said. 'There's so little in life that's worth it.” </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">“Because ultimately only the witness -- and not the actors -- knows the truth (Vyasa to Draupadi)” </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">“Love comes like lightning, and disappears the same way. If you are lucky, it strikes you right. If not, you'll spend your life yearning for a man you can't have.” </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">“Your childhood hunger is the one that never leaves you.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">“There was an unexpected freedom in </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">finding out that one wasn't as important as one had always assumed!” </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">“For men, the softer emotions are always intertwined with power and pride."</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">“The heart itself is beyond control. That is its power, and its weakness.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"> "I saw something I hadn't realized before: words wasted energy.” </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">“Aren't we all pawns in the hands of time, the greatest player of them all?” </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">“Expectations are like hidden rocks in your path—all they do is trip you up.” </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">“The pleasures that arise from sense-objects are bound to end, and thus they are only sources of pain. Don’t get attached to them.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">“Even the wisest don't know what's hidden in the depths of their being”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Stories changed with each telling. Or is that the nature of all stories, the reason for their power?<br /><br /><br />Doesn't the imagination always exaggerate or diminish truth?<br /><br /><br />Can our actions change our destiny? Or are they like sand piled against the breakage in a dam, merely delaying the inevitable.<br /><br /><br />Time is like a flower. It visualized a lotus opening, the way the outer petals fall away to reveal the inner ones. An inner petal would never know the older outer ones, even though it was shaped by them, and only the viewer who plucked the flower would see how each petal was connected to the others.<br /><br /><br />Is this desire for vengeance stronger than the longing to be loved? What evil magic does it possess to draw the human heart so powerfully to it?<br /><br /><br />A situation in itself is neither happy nor unhappy. It is only your response to it that causes sorrow.<br /><br /><br />A burning stick, in trying to burn you, is consuming itself. That's what happens to a burning heart.<br /><br /><br />When you share a man's pillow, his dreams seap into you.<br /><br /><br />Battle against the six inner enemies that plague us all - lust, anger, greed, ignorance, arrogance, and envy.<br /><br /><br />What is more numerous than the grass? The thoughts that rise in the mind of the man.<br />Who is truly wealthy? The man to whom agreeable and disagreeable, wealth and woe, past and future are the same.<br />What is the most wondrous thing on earth? Each day countless humans enter the Temple of Death, yet the ones left behind continue to love as though they were immortal.<br /><br /><br />Perhaps this is the miracle of stories, they make us realize we are not alone in our folly or in our suffering.<br /><br /><br />This is the nature of sorrow - often it fades with time, but once in a while it remains lodged below the surface of things, a stubborn thorn beneath a fingernail, making itself felt every time you brush against it.<br /><br /><br />Sometimes, one has to drop logic and go with the instinct of the heart, even if it contradicts law.<br /><br /><br />Krishna loved me even when I behaved in a most unlovable manner. And his love was totally different from every other love in my life. Unlike them, it didn't expect me to behave in a certain way. It didn't change into displeasure or even anger or even hatred if I didn't comply. It healed me. If what I felt for Karna was singeing fire, Krishna's love was a balm, moonlight over a parched landscape. </span><div>
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Tele Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315611078990627022noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596022487727434705.post-74422008436475359702015-02-13T15:30:00.000+05:302015-02-13T15:30:07.085+05:30To Kill a Mockingbird....Some quotes that are an inspiration...<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view... Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.” </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It's when you know you're licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“People generally see what they look for, and hear what they listen for.” </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“Atticus, he was real nice."</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">"Most people are, Scout, when you finally see them.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">“People in their right minds never take pride in their talents.” </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“You just hold your head high and keep those fists down. No matter what anybody says to you, don't you let 'em get your goat. Try fightin' with your head for a change.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">-Atticus Finch”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“When a child asks you something, answer him, for goodness sake. But don't make a production of it. Children are children, but they can spot an evasion faster than adults, and evasion simply muddles 'em.” </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“It’s never an insult to be called what somebody thinks is a bad name. It just shows you how poor that person is, it doesn’t hurt you.” </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“We're paying the highest tribute you can pay a man. We trust him to do right. It's that simple.” </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“Shoot all the blue jays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird.” </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“She seemed glad to see me when I appeared in the kitchen, and by watching her I began to think there was some skill involved in being a girl.” </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“I think I'll be a clown when I get grown,' said Dill.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Jem and I stopped in our tracks.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Yes sir, a clown,' he said. 'There ain't one thing in this world I can do about folks except laugh, so I'm gonna join the circus and laugh my head off.'</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">You got it backwards, Dill,' said Jem. 'Clowns are sad, it's folks that laugh at them.'</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Well I'm gonna be a new kind of clown. I'm gonna stand in the middle of the ring and laugh at the folks.” </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“Atticus had said it was the polite thing to talk to people about what they were interested in, not about what you were interested in.” </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“People don’t like to have somebody knowing more than they do. It aggravates them.” </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">You rarely win, but sometimes you do. Mrs. Dubose won, all ninety-eight pounds of her. According to her views, she died beholden to nothing and nobody. She was the bravest person I ever knew.” </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“Finders were keepers unless title was proven.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“I didn't know how you were going to do it, but from now on I'll never worry about what'll become of you, son, you'll always have an idea.” </span><br />
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