POST IT challenge

Hi...

Long time...no see.

And, I am back for a quick post.
 
This is my response to this challenge: Post it 

It is not always about changing THE world, but changing YOUR world.

We always discourage ourselves (and even others) from doing something rewarding and productive, just because we know it will not make a grand impact.
We know we might not be able to make a HUGE difference, or change the world.
But, often, we DO NOT need to.
We just need to change our world: the immediate society, the community around us, our tiny family, maybe just ourselves.
 
I might not be able to change THE world, but I can definitely change MY world.

A CHANGE!!

Stuck at that point when I finally realise, I need to talk more in full sentences rather than in broken sentences (a.k.a poems) that only few minds can connect to. Maybe more of my posts will be changed to these tiny scribblings in the days to come.

Oh! To be ME

Stuck inside myself
It was not the first time
The feeling wrapped me in
Trapped did I feel

Wish my eyes were bigger
My nose longer
My smile prettier
My body taller

My mind steadier
With no more psyhic nonsense
That turns me outright crazy
I guess I am a bit tipsy

Dozing off with a mutter
Wish I could fix myself
A way for a make over
Maybe I could exchange myself!

A loud boom shook me up
A shooting star went past
A wish was granted
To exchange myself

Staring at the lives for sale
My eyes roved over those present
The ones so pretty
With beauty that pauses your walk

There were millionaires and richer
With diamond chains around
Gold and rubies were their pack
Even their rotten tooth shone

Faces that were familiar
Faces not yet seen
All were on display
With all the big offers

Couldn't believe it when I saw
These lives were for exchange
Why would they not want their own
They had everything it seems

There was a screen on display
The real life portrayed as such
Stuck by the contrast I stood
Silently watching each one

Pretty Mary had no family
Richie Tom no sleep
Ruby Shellie in hospitals
The most stable of them all is on drugs

I turned to go back
No I'd rather have my own
But the wish was granted
I had to make a choice

A grip of sheer terror seized
As my heart started running
Faster than my legs
Escape escape did it beat

Waking up with a jolt
Never did I feel so comforted
Of being in myself
Oh the joy to be me

As I got up and jogged on
It seemed like a new life
A new perspective did I gain
In just a few seconds of dream

No more longing
For a life more fair
Life is beautiful
No, My life is beautiful

UNIQUENESS : A BOON

Being different is not a crime. It is a BLESSING. To be appreciated for being different is a greater boon. It is those differences that we have that make us special.

Imagine a world with the same faces, same characters, similar thinking, how boring it would seem. There would be no falling in love, no jealousy, no comedians, no one special to cherish. Every single difference about us makes us what we are. It is your beaky nose that makes you stand out. Believe me there is someone out there who loves it. It might be your love for freaky hairstyles that makes an impression. Your crazy love for some weird food combination might make you memorable even in a passing acquaintance. The way you talk, your handshake, the way you slant your head when you speak, your choice of words, the way you walk it is all these things that distinguishes you.

You were born to be different. Stop trying to be like the next door neighbour. He isn’t you. She isn’t you.

From the birth, we strive to bring up our children as someone else. We ask them to eat up as the other boy does. We ask them to study as the other girl does. We make them talk dress and even breathe like others. From this develops an inner requisite to dampen the longing to be different. It ends in a sense of mortification when someone notices you are different and hence you endure great pains to hide your uniqueness. You start to cover up your way of talking, walking dressing, style of eating and even your animated speech. You long to be one among the many instead of being one of a kind. This stage marks your defeat as you. You are longer you. You become a mixture of the people whom you've tried to be like.

I am not implying you cannot borrow good qualities form people who are valued. But trying to be just like them is foolishness. You may like someone’s style of talking, but imitating it as such is dumb.

As the other side of this coin, some people get this idea to transform themselves into conceited beings which is much more dangerous. Much as you accept you are different, you are expected to respected the difference in your fellow beings.

Commencing on this new blog, this is what I wish to say in my initial post:

" You are one of a kind. You are unique. You are special. Stop trying to fit in when you are born to stand out."

This blog is a collection of my UNIQUE musings and not the voice forcing my views on you. Feel free to respond. Your comments are always appreciated.