Many days, it's a struggle trying proving your point. Proving your point so as to make yourself heard. Proving your point to tell "hey! I do think this way and yeah! it should be okay to feel this way too?!" Don't always put a baggage of blaming on me. I am effed most of the days.
Metta!
Will I write?
Write that, what grieves me or troubles me or shouts at me?
Will I ever write?
Write that, which is unknown but I want to know,
That, what is never spoken of but howls at its own.
Will I ever write?
Metta!
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Nov 3, 2017: Aarvik was born after 37 weeks and 6 days of our pregnancy.
Dec 9, 2020: Aarvik is 37 months and 6 days into his journey of this life.
Happy born day and the days thereafter Aarvik. You are always loved <3
It’s wonderful to realize how time flew from days to weeks to months and years. And it’s been a wonderful journey with Aarvik. As parents both me and Ankit get excited all the times, while also getting tired, overwhelmed and annoyed at some other times. The journey has been so full of emotions and every other new thing. This is phenomenal. Just yesterday he found some chocolate from my bag and suddenly said “C for CHOCOLATE” as he wanted to have one. We were like “Wait! What?” and smiled over. There are such random, unexpected while amazing moments that keeps happening around always and I wholeheartedly wish if we could capture everything that Aarvik does with a 24 hours video surveillance wherever we are. These uncountable moments where he would do something new, say something cuter and leave us smiling and I wish duh! It should have been captured-just to relive these moments again later.
Life is certainly more beautiful with his presence, with his childness, with his contagious happiness 😊! But there are also times when I would be like okay it’s enough! Mostly at times when I am working on something and he would need me continuously. It’s a different kind of struggle between the need of the baby and my own needs. (He waited for me till past 11 PM even yesterday and did not sleep until I got with him in bed). These are the reminders to myself that such happenings are gonna go long and I have to manage my life and time within these.
On a side note, his birth and the time thereafter reminds me of the relationships that have grown around me. Looking back at my life with Aarvik, makes me feel different. As different things changed in between. My thoughts changed, my worldview changed and also changed the people around me. My faith and belief on certain people kept on strengthening some more, while on some kept loosening. It was interesting for me as well to see my thought scenario changing. There are people and relations that has strengthened over time in these 37 months 6 days + 37 weeks 6 days, while others have just faded. And I am left with no energy to keep up with everything. This is one of those realizations. Flow with the flow. Care less. Love more- to whom it matters.
Metta!
Do you still need to be shouting out so loud that your head hurts?
Some days I feel, why do I even need to make a point? Why do I just not listen to people and shut myself up (as I have done many many times)? Why do I just need to reform "society" that will refer to me as a paagal who just makes some bullshit comments.
The point here is about Dhog diye and darshan . Dhog diye (where I bow my head) to my elders in that part of the world where I come from i.e; Far-Western Nepal is a common wishing practice. I realize my spouse and I am these days refereed to with the later form of wishing darshan. I am asked "what is the problem in there?" "Isn't it the common form of salutation you are given to "in your place"?" Mind it here "my place" is referred to be Chitwan which is where my spouse belongs to. A very "small" actually "tiny" thing or that thing that doesn't even exist is the one I am referring to here.
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I feel tired writing about my story here. I am just tired that certain useless thing keep existing and I am there trying to justify myself in LOUD voices.
I am literally TIRED JUSTIFYING MYSELF ALL THE TIMES!
Metta!
And on this day i.e. TODAY, I am fighting over being taken to be what I am—and not what I could be because of my affiliation with my spouse. And I have to cry this out loud, make everyone understand that I have my own identity like anyone else. And I try hard to make everyone understand this thing! Yet I fail, I fail badly.
Let me remind you, TODAY is that historic day when a women is elected Vice President of United States of America. And every woman feels POWERFUL for the day. I, for some reason feel tired and weary after having cried my lungs out, yet failed to make people understand.
The DAY as such !
Metta!
Isn't it interesting that your "economic/(societal) status" is known/measured with the thickness of the "gold" chain you wear.
Think :-)! It is so well measured!!
Metta!
Isn't it interesting to know/feel what you might be thinking right now is just a common thought scenario as anyone your age/ background/ social structure/ exposure/ vulnerability/ race/ gender/ ethnicity/ place...... would have done/ be doing? Hundreds of people like you have thought the way you did and hundreds of them are doing so right now. Also Hundreds of them will be doing sometime in future too.
What a Sonderous moment to realize this!!
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| From: The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows |
Metta!
Not exactly this or that but yeah I guess am able to vocalize my thoughts properly.
"Vocalize" properly! Ehh! Sounds vague right! I was reading myself back from 10 years and there I know what a confused soul I was (I might still be). But I say things pretty clearly now. Does it lessen the arc of my confused being? Well! I am practicing it. Trying to unlearn few of the things.
But it was not only my fault for being what I was or I am, it's the years of nurturing I got and the thoughts that have been kept feeding into me in different situations of my life. To keep fighting with so many different thoughts and beings while remaining whatever ME was left in it has been a tough job. I would be making that extra effort to make people believe in me that I have the caliber to do things on my own. Isn't that tough? To be fighting with the societal norms while also keeping up with it and still existing. While I try to get out of the past and move on with my present, I realize every time -It's so difficult to UNLEARN. So very difficult. The way you have grown up and the thoughts that keep haunting you because that was how you grew and that was how you kept on being nurtured and how that is what remains in most part of your brains. That's why even knowing that it's not someone else's fault- you blame them, or get anxious or shout, or something like that!
I have been trying to UNLEARN and it has never been easy! It's indeed tough. Very tough! Yet I will keep unlearning those that needs to be unlearnt!
Metta!
Some days am pretty enthusiastic (period) and some other days I feel like I am in a new shit! I get into this notion quite often “man! this can be done and that” and then when nothing is done am like, nothing’s gonna happen like this for sure. It’s some pretty pity stage some days and some other days, it doesn’t matter at all.
I doubt on my expressions some days! This passing thought pauses me around. And I wish! I wish good things to come to me and us and everyone.
Metta !
Maybe some days you just want to be heard and or have a talk. A talk that you thing is so important that it would change the world for you. Or just pave the path to changing the world or just make you think “oh! An interesting way of thinking” or just something that’s a lot worth to you. And you want to have deep conversations about it. And you expect others to listen to you the same way. And if you don’t find the same kind of enthusiasm from others that makes you frustrated or you are just so tired that all you can show off is frustration and that’s it.
Maybe I have been spoilt being around some of those my people who listened to me, who did think I made sense and who gave me insights on my thoughts. And I guess I miss that!
I miss that a lot.
Metta!!
जीवन,
कथाबाट कथासम्म।
भन्नु धेरै भन्न नसकिने धेरै
सोच धेरै सपना धेरै
इनिहरु कै बिचमा बाँच्दै गर्दा को जीवन
कथाबाट कथासम्म
हिजो मात्रै थियो सबै जना मिलि हासी खुसि समय बिताएको , अनि आज वहाँ हुनु हुदैन। सपना जस्तै बिलिन हुनु भयो। बाकि छ त केवल कथा हरु। ति धेरै कथा हरु मध्येको एउटा कथा म सानो हुँदाको -
६/७ वर्ष कि थिए हुला म आमा बिरामी भएको हुँदा। त्यो कमुलो मनमा खै कहाँबाट यस्तो आएछ कि आमालाई केहि भए म नि बाच्ने छैन यो संसारमा। आमा बिना केहि छैन यो जीवनमा। बस् वहाँ हुनु पर्यो अथवा जीवन केहि छैन। वहालाई सन्चो भयो अनि जीवन पहिले जसरि बढ्दै गयो। विभिन्न आरोह अवरोह र थप कथाहरु। यिनी कथाहरु बुन्दा बुन्दै सकियो हाम्रो हजुरआमा को कथा। यो पालि त्यो सानी कन्चनले सोचेको जस्तो यो ठुली कन्चन जान सकिन वहाँ संग, न जान सकी वहाँको छेउमा नै।
45 days of her departure. Of many things there came a time when we wished she got better and not suffer. And that was the time for the first time in life I realized that in life there comes a time when "not suffer" means "not live" i.e. "leave the life". Such a weird feeling. Such a weird experience. And from far all I could do was look at things helplessly. Cry out aloud or in silence. Only to find my sisters and mom comforting from far. Letting me be there. Be in the last rituals. Ankit giving me that space of mine and comforting and Aarvik crying with me. Times were sad. Times are sad. But we live. That was that. अनि यो कथा सकियो। र पछाडी छोडी दियो बाकि कथा। अनि नया कथा बुन्ने साहस र धैर्यता।
जीवन,
यो कथाबाट त्यो कथासम्म
#Metta !
Not very new says. Not much fancy stories. Just some tiredness and a mind full of thoughts.
Metta!