Little Things

Isn’t it beautiful to come across a TV Show or a movie that relates to you so much, from emotions to dialogues that you have multiple deja-vus while watching it, or from specific events to the reactions that you could easily remember getting it the last time you tried to deal with the uncertainty and confusion of maturing adulthood.

The most important thing these shows do is to make you feel that you’re not alone who hasn’t figured out, who is confused and trying to make sense of what’s going on, who is probably late in striking when everyone around is, supposedly, making an “impact”, who is struggling between individualism and collectivism, who is trying to reach a state of “figured out” so as to move to settling down, who is fighting the stability mindset of the earlier generation and trying to fit into the “find your purpose – follow your calling” trend of the coming generation.

I happened to first catch the show – Little Things  released first on YouTube channel while sitting in Ola Cab who only offered some 10 shows in its Prime Play Cabs. Less than 20 minute shows with cute couple things have grown into such a serious and meaningful show in its 3rd season released on Netflix that you’d feel like wanting to go meet Dhruv Sehgal for his brilliant story telling and hug him for bringing this to your weekend binge.

The show revolves around the protagonist, Dhruv and Kavya trying to figure their future, worry about parents, face the challenges of long distance relationship especially when both find a purpose beyond the relationship, the past that made them what they are today and realizing their happy place.

All the 8 episodes have some of the most hard hitting scenes, especially the one where Kavya scrolls through her contact list to find a person she can hang out with when her friend cancels on the plan last moment, the one where Dhruv’s mother breaks into tears stating that as parents they were figuring out things too, like everyone around them were and in the process even they made some mistakes which could have been avoided and better things could have been done but that whatever they did, they gave their best, the one where Kavya’s mother makes us realize that “me-time” has no age to the one where Kavya realized that the parents are getting old and the worry that strikes you, to the one where you realize, that it is not necessary that people who are in love will always find happiness in each other but it is important that both of them let each other grow and have the ability to love other people and care about stuff beyond each other too.

This has been one of the most wholesome show I have seen this year. Also one, where I ended each episode either with moist eyes or lump in the throat. Thank you to the entire cast and crew, especially Dhruv Sehgal and Mithila Palkar for this feeling.

Image Credits: IMDb.com

 

 

 

 

 

Loving yourself.

‘I have always thought, and I may be the only one , that the famous saying, “You must love yourself before you can love anyone else,” was complete bullshit. Especially for those of us who were not born with perfect bodies or bone structures or a gift to find the right words. 

I believe for us, that only by falling hopelessly in love and being hopelessly loved back, do we begin to learn to love all that we are and truthfully, the person we have always been.’

—- Christopher Poindexter

Evidently, Christopher is not the only one to think like this.

 

Moving on.

I kept avoiding a question about a certain bitterness I was carrying along before today when I finally admitted to it while talking to my friend. What followed? A complete unnecessary consoling. I hate it sometimes for I know nothing is going to work apart from change in circumstances.

My friend would ask me, when will you move on?

And I’d be like, “How do I know what is the right time to move on. I shall, when the time comes!”. I don’t feel anyone can control this emotion because it is not at all our own decision to make. One can’t convince its heart to abandon a feeling any more than one can convince Donald Trump to be less vitriolic about Muslims or Immigrants.

The catch is, if one ever feels that moving on is a choice, then evidently they already have.

Doors.

Last weekend, I indulged in a chat with a friend about love and trust. It went to that direction in deep because my friend kept saying that she cannot trust anyone anymore and that she has been deeply hurt already and other times she doesn’t deserve friendship and love.

Honestly, I have not been pushed to this discussion first time. I am always so positively optimistic, albeit fairy tailish too thinking that this world still has a huge number of great folks out there. Such a belief not only opens me up to the world all the time without fear but also makes me vulnerable to run across mean and selfish people in large numbers. It feels bad, it hurts too. There are days when I spend time alone trying to think of possibilities of bringing good old times back with the people with whom I spent those great days and then there are days when I spend time thinking over it and cherish that I got to live it in my life. As they say, nothing is permanent. In either scenarios, I never stopped going out in the world, making friends with people and trusting them. It is this habit of mine why I have a bunch of people close to me for more than a decade and our relationship is rock solid.

Point is, I feel bad how people turn cold and averse to risk of trusting others. I would advice go slow with it but I feel terrible when I see shutting the doors to their heart for what happened with few people in the past. There are 1.21 billion people in this country and why should 30 or 50 people decide what you deserve or stop you from going out exploring this fantastic world full of amazing and different people.

“You see, you closed your eyes. That was the difference. Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. And if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you can trust them, too–even when you’re in the dark. Even when you’re falling.”
― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

So go out there, open the doors to your heart and explore. There is abundance and no one gets devoid of love unless they shut themselves in where it would cease to delve in.

Happy Monsoon! 😀

New Beginnings

I was reading a book, “Slaughterhouse – Five” by Kurt Vonnegut and came across these lines about what upset Billy Pilgrim, the protagonist, the most;

“She upset Billy simply by being his mother. She made him feel embarrassed and ungrateful and weak because she had gone to so much trouble to give him life, and to keep life going, and Billy didn’t really like life at all.”

Those lines really touched me for since quite sometime I have been hating the living too just like Billy. Things didn’t seem to work out since sometime, what worked out before is now going to dogs and a suffocating stagnation is overcrowding the already existing mess. But in midst of nothing positive this new year was able to bring and followed by my constant stumbling to a state of misery, there was something really special that kept embracing me.

And that’s love. My parents, who have been so supportive and encouraging and yet continue to be so, unabashed by end results but still in admiration of my constant rejuvenated efforts, My friends, who kept aside their moment of joys and came to rescue me from the demons that my mind was creating, My siblings who were still confident that I would make it large and those countless people that somehow bought things that are inspiring or the actions that were encouraging.

I don’t intend to make this a sad post, not only because it is the first one but I intend to portray the impeccable power that love has, to heal the gravest of injuries to our soul. Reminds me of what Albus Dumbledore tells Harry Potter in Deathly Hallows;

“Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living and all those living without love.”

And hereby, I chose to make a new beginning. Not let the struggles belittle me but come out stronger and more fierce. It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more. And for those who know of someone who is feeling broken, go ahead and hug them, talk to them and if possible, give them a toast butter with kadak chai too 😉

P.s. The first thing, my friend tells me whom I broke the news of this new blog is, “Toast butter is an underrated pleasure of life” and truer words have never been spoken 😀