WAGIDENTITY

  That’s News!!! Anything and everything was news until it happened near me or to me. We have heard this statement a lot of times from many people around us or we ourselves have said it. But how many of us have realized the depth of that statement. I tried to analyze the implication of this statement from my perspective. When I heard the news of George Floyd’s death, my blood boiled like many others and I raised my voice against the devastating occurrence. My heart went out to him and all the colored people trying to survive in countries filled with Racists. But when the riots started I was not a big fan of it either. If skin color cannot discriminate a black man as being bad how is it justified to discriminate all whites as racists? Why didn’t my blood boil the same way. Similarly when one of my family members was cast away from the family for marrying a groom belonging to a different caste, I was not able to raise even a finger against it.   Was it because I wanted to be...

  THE INSECURE BABY Oh look how hurt I am.  See how I suffer.  I want you to see how emotionally upset I am. I lost everything. I am a victim. Wow that was an insight I had after all these years of insecurity. Each and every situation in my life has always been an emotional turmoil because I was the cause and effect but in reverse order. I could never look at the bigger picture. I always wanted everyone to say oh poor darling suffering all alone. But now that I think of all those situations, I had caused them to draw attention to myself. I look back to the days when I needed to be the center of attention I became the drama queen.   I look back to the days when I was incapable of completing my work and blamed it on the personal life which was again me not able to deal with my personal emotions trying to lean on others. I look back at The Insecure Baby that I have been all these years. I remembered the famous mythological story of Lord Ganesha and Lord Mur...

  I AM BASIC There I was happily walking down the beach on a beautiful summer morning, listening to my favourite music on my headphones, when a broken glass pricked my leg and I looked down to see blood trickling down my foot, I started crying and cursing the person who had thrown the piece of glass on the beach and  slowly walked to the nearby chair, sat myself down to tend to the wound. Both the glass and the chair are non living objects. The living presence in the situation was me. Then why did I think that the glass pricked me and I sat on the chair. That was when realization slapped my basic butt. When my own actions cause me pain I blame it on the object and when my own actions cause me comfort I take the credit for it. Being the only girl child born in between 2 boys I always expected special attention. Whenever my mom made one of my brothers’ favorite sweets I would throw a tantrum. When dad carried my younger brother in his arms I would wreak havoc in the middle...

  Me, Myself & I I am obsessed. Have always been obsessed with the most beautiful creation that is Me. God must have been at his highest spirits while creating me. My looks, My charm, My talents, My uniqueness, My humility…. Wait a minute said my conscience that is called Vanity you stupid, all I see is your EGO. As I always do when I find time (which is almost always)   I pondered over this. How is it that some of us are so obsessed with ourselves that we miss even the biggest indication that we are self-centered? How is it that some of us are not ready to accept we are wrong even when we ourselves know the truth? How is it we intentionally hurt others when we know that all they are doing is stating the fact ?   So where does this Egocentric selfishness take root. How is it created? When young, I knew I could never compete with boys in the sports or physique arena so I opted the intelligence arena which was filled with much more cleverer girls than I, the disco...