Perfect One ...Am i not ?

It’s really ironical that my blog stipulates that I am the “Perfect One”.
As I am one of the most inconsistent person that one would have ever come across…There’s nothing in this planet that I can actually do perfectly. Every two-three days I fall down get wounded still never really hassle to be alert while walking. I converse to strangers, get trapped in tribulations still would stop by to help a needy one on my way. When it comes to my temper it can even give the volcano a complex but … after all those conscious struggle with self …I have failed to control my fury …. So that leaves me quite imperfect isn’t it …[See I am so true to myself !].
But I have never bothered to be bothered by this …Its never that I don’t want to be ideal …But I believe that God always has his plans …he made me the way I am because …he knows what I should have been…and how I can sail through my life…So that makes me God ‘s … Perfect One ultimately !

So, I'm perfectly imperfect, quite striking and conspicuous in my flaws, certain of my insecurities, In one word I am an utter “chaos”… but whatever I am.....I'm a beautiful catastrophe altogether ain't I ?!.
..:)

The lovely Plumeria

When you have everything in life you don’t have time to think for yourself. When you don’t have anything to do those little things that you had long forgotten just resurfaces. I am kind of discontented with the way my life is stirring these days. But I am getting in touch little things that I always loved…And kind of enjoying this journey towards “soul realization”.

Walking down the street today I caught a glimpse of the Champa(Plumeria) tree in front of my grandmother’s house. In an instance the memories of my childhood seemed to engulf me. As a child I had always loved playing under this tree, I would collect the dried up flowers and keep feeling its fragrance. It had kind of a strong scent but …I had fallen in love with it the moment I had realized about its existence. So essentially I loved it…But with time I had basically forgotten about my fascination for these flowers or may be getting a degree,the dream of making it big , work had enslaved me ! Millions of time I would have passed by the tree but never had been conscious of its presence in all these years. Today One sight was enough to bring back reminiscences of bruised knees, the carefree days, and the giggling me…I used to be so happy those days! A flower had so much to speak …so many memories to convey to me …Even for an instance it made me happy and I am very happy because I was reintroduced to a part of me today.
Time will again move on I will start working have a family …and this charm of Plumeria will be again wrapped up with other thoughts but …I am content and gratified to the lovely Plumeria...For the calmness that it got to me today even though it was for a brief moment.

Sleepless Night

Well... I went back to bed quite late last night… I wasn’t actually busy, just Blogging!
I couldn’t really sleep …It was as if I had just made a new friend and wanted to share everything about my life. So the reason was I wanted to continue ...writing down my thoughts. Though, at present not many people have access to my random thoughts. On a honest realization it’s just my sister who reads them and yes my parents who actually read them { No need of even mentioning they love all the crap that I write }. I am actually a little perplexed. I actually want to share my feelings with people outside my family . Not that I aspire to be a writer or something.... neither do I have an exciting life but as a Saggi …I am a knowledge "seeker and sharer" precisely ;so I just want to better myself !...

Passion for writing

I am slowly enjoying putting my thoughts into words and I have got the perfect platform to do it. People said I talk so much but that is because I have so many things to talk about. I have grown up sharing everything with my mama .So that had actually made it a necessity for me to take out all the pent up feelings within me.
Speech was always my strength I just knew it, I believe I can persuade anyone with my interactive skills. But writing naah never really had the zeal to write even one page {I hated the essay writings as a kid}.I don’t really know when I fell in love with writing. As far as I can remember my Bp( My father) is a writer and Sama (My sister) is a fabulous poet but not me .And I always counted myself as the black sheep of the family . May be it was a sense of jealousy …Hmmm jealousy is not the word but may be a little of sibling rivalry that moved me to write. Because my sister was so good at writing my mama always praised her and that actually created fervor within me to start writing. Though on a serious note I really don’t mind being a second best to my sister …I love her...so much but now when I try to find the source of my passion for writing the only reason I can think about is this…so I started my journey with writing very late at the age of 16. But since then I have tried to better myself …