Sunday, June 10, 2012

Ex, Why, Friends?

Posted by Komal RK at 1:50 AM 3 comments

Picture this. You've been in love. No not the fast track version of it. The genuine (here's hoping you do understand 'genuine'), old school notion of love. When you know and adore everything about the other person. Flaws and all. Or maybe you overlook the annoying details because what you're holding on to is more important. Throw in unfavorable circumstances, immaturity, wrong decisions (whatever the reason), and you find yourself out of the safety net you called a relationship. You're single in a world that views you as either a threat (yes you ladies, talking to you) or someone unattainable.  Whatever else the consequences, you and your charming single self find out that this is how the world is. The world is full of people who've been someone's ex. Almost every single one of us. Since the degrees of separation have considerably been brought down thanks to our uber -social lifestyles, here's a thought, can you be friends with your ex?

I'm not talking the 'hi-bye-couldn't care less-but-cordial-on-your-face' friendship. We all acquire some skills of pretence when it comes to being acquaintances. I mean a real, deep friendship. By ex I don't mean some guy/girl  you've spent the night 'dirty dancing' with, or someone you 'casually dated', or had a fling with, or whatever else there is that qualifies your definition of an ex. We're talking a full-fledged relationship. Sharing your highs and lows, your insecurities and fortes with someone who actually knows you without the 'make-up' on.

Each person has their own way of dealing with breakups. Some go on the defensive, some shoot daggers of outright hatred, some jump into the solace of another, and some accept the fact that what's done is done. Personally I think ill will never did any good. You might hate the person who has caused your heartache, you might hate their very existence. But who does all this ill will affect? You! You're so consumed by the grief of the past, of the 'could've and the should've' of it all. Lesson number one (and the only one that actually really matters for all I know): Let go. It's that simple. And yet we keep exhausting our brains for answers, we torture ourselves with the 'why's'. Simple doesn't somehow fit the bill, could it be that easy? Newsflash: It is; we complicate things. You want an answer but are not ready to accept that all that needs to be done is for you to let go; not for the other person, not for anyone else, but for you. Every decision you make should serve your purpose of being happy. It's that simple. And believe it or not, once you stop running after it, it'll come to you; the answers you seek.

To those who ask if someone as important and close can be a friend. One way to find out, try it. Trial and error has been the answer for most of the gruelling questions bopping around. You're low and your friends cheer you up. You're mad and your friends keep you sane, you fail and your friends treat you like royalty, you screw up and they never utter the words 'I told you so', they know your silliest most embarrassing secrets and would never tell, when explanations are not needed and acceptance is the ruling word; yes, we survive because we have them. This person who knew you best, who you once loved, but are over it (be clear about this one), might just turn out to be one of them. It's a two way street, as someone told me. They'd be as close as you would want them to be. It's healthy to have someone knowing you in and out, in your life, if not as the significant other, as a friend (who honestly mean a whole lot more). Or at the very least try working on it. There's a strange sense of security that friendship offers that no relationship does. (To those who can be friends with your partners, you've no idea how lucky you are).

Not all, but some (for those who have an endless list) and surely that one ex who actually KNOWS you, deserves a chance to be that friend. Provided, and this is very important, that they put in the effort and BE that person you want to have in your life. Really BE that friend and not just yap about it. It's easy to talk alright, but when it comes down to the nitty-gritty, the actual acting-on-their-words part of it, that's when you know if it's worth a shot.


Be that as it may, feelings (ughh yes that word again), real and genuine, don't just vanish into thin air with the words 'it's over'. It's how you grow out of it that matters. Feelings of resentment only pull you down, never let you move forward. Embrace the good times, let go of the hurt and anger. You can be highhanded and say you don't need that person; remember he/she was the one you've shared some of your happiest memories with. So if either one is willing to make an effort, to stay in each other's life as an ever supporting friend, give it a chance, don't disregard it as unnecessary rubbish because sometimes it isn't. Everything is a process of learning. Give it a go. That does not mean offering them the 'close friend' crown on a silver platter without them working on making their place in your life as a friend. That's just inviting disaster. 

And as for love, if you haven't already found it, it will come, all in good time; until then what best you could do is value the time and people you've shared it with, that's the beauty of letting go. It lets you have the best part of the people who've affected you. It's your decision, your conscious effort to have a wholesome life. That means not just the perfect family, or just a fulfilling love life or just the deepest friendship but all of it together, in harmony; you balance them. And acceptance of your feelings  for those who stand by you no matter what, who protect you no matter what, who love that silliness quotient in you and that one person who made you get the jitters, is how you have the best of all. 

Most importantly know that as long as you have yourself you're safe. It might be a HUGE mistake, this trial might lead to a big error, but when you act upon it you know. And isn't it always better to have a life of 'oh-well's' than 'what if's'?

AN: Images via Google Images.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

The Art of Subtle Deceit

Posted by Komal RK at 10:02 PM 6 comments


This post is to celebrate the twisted tongue of the story teller in all its glory. I've come to learn that words are powerful, more effective than the action being described through them or the reason and purport of it. That's forgotten or more accurately veiled and hence successfully manipulated into being something totally different altogether by the very words that plant them in your vision. You might see the thing/event/situation that is being described and yet you're not. What you see is what you hear, what you're being told about that situation/event/person etc which can be far from the truth. How best to convey this lies in the hands of the one with the words, the artful narrator.
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I have had the good fortune of coming across some very talented specimen in this particular area. They convey the message alright but through their well practiced art of deceiving, the truth is overshadowed and what we take in are those very cleverly used words and tones spewing from these misleading mouths. I bow down to them, these great gurus of slyness and  trickery, these experts of craftiness. Entangled in the web of truthful lies are their friends, acquaintances and enemies alike; and almost always these masters of manipulation come out unscathed. I envy the confidence these confusion creators have, to look friends in the eye and lie, laugh and claim to love. Their convincing powers are not to be undermined, for that's how they have their entire world wrapped around their fingers, almost always.

I say almost, for time and a certain chain of events shed light on their shady undercover operations and unravel the layers of pretences, to finally reveal the person beneath, the real deal. It's like seeing your favourite celebrity sans make-up (do a double-take to reconfirm it's them?). The rest of the world is still enticed, ever hungry for the 'entertaining' lies being fed to them, lapping onto every word with the faith of the greatest believer, drowning in the depths of the falsity and falling forever in the endless abyss of the constructed perception. Don't mistake these deceiving doyens for the misinformed and their misinformation for any mistaken false witness. They very well know things as and how they are, they're just interested in making the world believe their version of it (with the halo shining on their head, the sun rising behind them, sprouting angel wings etc., get the picture?) A word here, a sentence there and their job's done. The seeds of confusions, doubts are planted that then lead to belief. Our mind works on the information laced with their opinions. And ta-da, thus forms our decided opinion...a horribly skewed perception of reality.
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Kudos to people who go through every day of their lives living a lie and convincing others of the same. Cheers to being shrewd and cunning in the most pleasing manner. Know that for some unfortunate few, your game's up and now they see through you, but rejoice, we appreciate your utter disregard for human sensibility and our intelligence, your antics slowly but surely provide us with a lot of entertainment. I enjoy being lied to when I know, inside my head I'm laughing my guts out at your sheer incompetence to stick to the truth. And I'll let you in on a secret, I'm guilty in most cases of egging you on. Oh how I enjoy it, two can play this game plus I'm always curious to the lengths that you go to sound interesting, convincing or whatever your motive is. It's highly amusing to see how wild your imagination runs. You remind me of the naked king who strut around his kingdom with an unmatched pride and conceit due to his 'magnificent clothes'. In your case, if not the whole city, a few sure as hell know a nonexistent cloth when they see your royal highness' precious bits a tad bit clearly and FYI we don't like being mooned.

You remain who you are, a person with a thousand affectations.

AN: Images via Google Images

Monday, February 27, 2012

Two’s Company

Posted by Komal RK at 7:20 PM 1 comments




It was 4 years ago when Simba walked into my life, he was 40 days that cute little fur-ball (Read more about him here). Today when I see him my heart swells with love and pride for I haven't seen a dog as soft natured and adorable as him. I may be biased but that's the general opinion. He has a personality of his own. And a very endearing one too. There isn't one person, adult or child, who doesn't love him. He has managed to make even the most indifferent and terrified one's to fall for him with his funny antics and an irresistible charm.


It's been a while since I wanted to get him another dog for company. It's heart breaking to leave him and go anywhere, his sad eyes don't help either. And even if it's for a mere 5 minutes that any of us step out, when we return we have to face the onslaught of complaints and whining accompanied most of the times with tears and tantrums. I heard of dogs getting depressed due to loneliness. I never thought I'd actually see one.


So now, after all these months, one fine Sunday, my parents and I drove down to a Kennel to pick up a pup. The sight that welcomed me there was a pleasant one. I was greeted by a variety of dogs and their litter made me wish I could have them all ,so friendly and so healthy! I couldn't help but notice how well groomed and healthy every dog there was. I fell in love over and over with the huge St. Bernards (which to my Mom's great surprise were really just a year old), the dashing Golden Retrievers and many others all of whom were oh so well behaved. We were then introduced to 6 tiny hyper active Golden Retriever pups, I noticed that one of them was tinier than the rest, a bit lanky if I may say so. We wanted a female preferably with a dark coat so that left us to choose between two and the scrawny pup was one of them. My Dad and the owner of the Kennel thought we ought to take the healthy pup. The decision was up to me. And I knew. My new family member, my Diva, the little scrawny imp who now is on a mission to ruin my Mom's carpets, Simba's tail (It's hilarious watching her jump, grab hold of his tail by her teeth and refuse to let go) and his toys (again, he's such a darling about it) and my Dad's sleep. Oh joy!
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