The Book Nook

Why there are many types of people when all you want is your ideal type alone? Would life be boring if you already got the person or people of your likes, just quite soon? But its not that I m expecting it from some stranger who would want to be a part of my life, instead I am looking for my ideal characteristics in the people who were already a part of my life just before I came into this life, before I could choose. Shouldn’t they be supportive and true? Why does a person fake their love on someone? And why does that someone fears so much about that fake person? And why am I subjected to improper love sometimes because of that? Some love are not actually true and pure, so they must not be called as love in the first place right?

what is it then?

drama, or acting, or just faking around?

This is why the feeling of Einsamkeit (meaning loneliness in German) is many a times wonderful for me.

Don’t you think so too? – to my future me, who will be reading this and yeah she will also think deep on this and recollect all the previous episodes and feel sad for her younger self and even tear up. But she wouldn’t be fooled like her younger self, because she would have already overcome or would know already who fakes it always.

Seit einigen Monaten hält COVID-19 die Welt in Atem. Alles ist im Stillstand. Geschehen sind nur im Innerren des Raumes. Wirtschaften von vielen Ländern sind eingebrochen. Wirtschaftler nennen es Rezession. Die Menschen arbeiten mit Sorgen umdie Zukunft von zu Hause. Diese sind nur die pessimistischen Seiten der Pandemie.

Nach meiner optimischen Beobachtung ist die Umwelt schöner mit wenigen menschlichen Aktivitäten. Tieren genießen das ruhigere Umfeld, die sie seit der Geburt der Menschheit vermisst haben. Planzen sind grüner und Luft ist frischer, glaube ich dass diese Situation uns eine Chance anbietet, ein bisschen zu entschleunigen und die Kleinigkeiten unseres Lebens und unserer Gesellschaft wahrzunehmen.

Früher habe ich meine Tage mit verschiedenen Aktivitäten vollgepackt. Weil ich eine komisches Vorurteil hatte, dass man Gelegenheiten und Leidenschaften verliert, nach der man strebt, wenn man nicht beschleunigt. Zum Glück nun, wenn wir diese Krise erleben, über die niemand Kontrolle haben kann, entpuppt sich meine Vorurteil totaler Unsinn.

Man kann die Corona-Krise nicht umgehen sondern man muss sie durchgehen. Während der Sperre probieren wir mal Dinge, die wir machen wollten, aber konnten nicht wegen geringer Zeit. Mann kann auch Sport machen, Bücher lesen oder hören (falls Hörbücher), dauernd Serien und Filme gucken, neue Sprachen lernen, fremde Menschen, Kultur im Internet kennenlernen, unsere Beziehungen vertiefern oder einfach entspannen.

Gerade habe ich eine Quarantäne-Produktivität-Liste gemacht, die Aufgaben hat, die ich erledigen möchte. Und es motiviert mich, wenn ich eine Aufgabe nach der anderen von der Liste fertig mache. Im Lauf der Quarantäne habe ich auch bewundert wie Frauen rund um die Uhr ohne Pause sich um ihre Angehörigen kümmern, obwohl wir eine Entschleunigung vorschlagen. Diese Einsicht hat mir geholfen, meine Mama besser zu verstehen.

Zeitgleich erscheint uns, wie ein winziger Virus unsere Harmonie beeinflussen kann. Während Forscher und Regierungen bemühen sich die Kurve der Infizierter zu verflachen, können wir uns bereichern.

Wie auf Englisch gesagt ,,this too shall pass” – geht dies auch vorbei.

There are 2 types of people (wounded people) in this world, one who hopes for time to soothe their anguish, another one who actually tries to forget that they even got a wound. Today I discovered the third type, the one who on top of the ache from already received damages, struggling more, reviving, wishing and hankering to fix the mar badly.

Which one do you reckon to be the miserable one here?

The one who awaits, the one who forgets, or the one who strains to repair through pain.

 

 in 2017-2018

            Isn’t it enough to be just part of this terrene and this populace? I never desired to ask this to myself instead I wanted a retort from the ones facing me. There comes some ‘yes’ and some ‘no’ but never an relevant justification for their choice of answer, maybe that’s why I categorized them as people facing me which hints as the ones against me and my psyche. But I am more anxious in knowing the insights of the ladies around me. Sometimes I have yearned to have their answers, each and every women’s and let the inner me devour the elixir of my tumult of what this sphere stage is about. I think one such did happen in these so called incubation span of four years within the eight foot fences and within the four walls of an all-girls class, more than the endeavors as an engineer, it was an exclusive rehabilitation stage for me, from the excruciations that this society and specifically the cognates gave me, from the taunts of some unworthy creations, from the botches and false accusations, from faux beings and their relationships, from stress of salubrity, from incidents and accidents, from academic accessions, and finally from the depression of failing in gratifying my dad. From the earlier me who collapsed at every falls sometimes even succumbed, to the new me, who reappeared after all but with an upgrade to fix the bugs. It wasn’t just the failures that made me so it was actually the beautiful souls who sneaked without notice and scored an irremedial place in my life. I’m mentioning about the girl who reached out when I wandered alone during the commencement and runs to me when it gets gloomy, , another girl who dogmatized me to an alien like but now nourishes me with her positive vibes whenever I got pessimistic and she just leached every ounce of negativity from my system, poured it into a medium-range ballistic missile and fired it out of my world, another fortress whom I refer as machi though I hated that notation she made me do call so-which is out of the blue, she always tuned her receptors to this minikin by bending so much and buckled me to her heart, addition to this list is a nomad, a wanderer who taught me how one should not live like and how flexible one should get, to be unaffected by the tide, last but not the least is a placid woman that’s what she portrays to everyone but not to me, I know the actual side of hers, who jokes, enjoys, and understands my every step. She even crowned me as her soul-mate. One person like one thorn among the roses, sneaked a decade before into my journal. He always made fun of me when I cried or when I m sad pissing me more, sometimes that has made me forget my somber, he also gags around me, but still shouts out loud that I am his best pal and the person whom he believes so much after all these years from my childhood to till date. These mighty Mesdemoiselles and along with that Evega-honcho etched significance in my biog, boycotted classes from which I was repudiated, solaced me on their shoulders, burned the inferno that I imagined of this surrounding and fuelled my nerve. I learned to stand tough though reality smashes you and to hold on to lot more buddies who would stuff your life with adorable memoirs. While many think this to be an amiss world like I did before, I would counsel them that is always how you sight it. I am painting it to a merry dawn, and when are you going to blare out?

This, in dedication to my mejores amigos.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(a small story about a boy ) (more…)

Its okay to tell that its annoying, you are not doing any harm. You are just telling what you feel, what you have been made to feel without your own velleity. Its okay you are just letting them know a teeny percent of the your emotions. Its okay to tell at least that rather than shutting up and being futile when all the twaddling still goes on. Its okay to feel the way you feel now.

And its okay to have no one to say ‘its okay’ to you, let alone to ask ‘okay?’

I read this book a long time ago, and I only just remembered that I had (only after seeing this picture). Back then, it was completely out of my league — way beyond what my barely-out-of-college brain could truly grasp. Looking back now, seven years later, I realise how much of a baby I was when I picked it up. The depth went right over my head simply because my mind wasn’t evolved enough yet.

I was in that era of “this is feminism — women can live without men!” and the title alone pulled me in. And yes, I did exactly what you’re thinking: I judged the book by its cover.

I’m not even sure if I should post this review — but here I am anyway.

 

Ein kleines Wort mit nur sechs Buchstaben. Aber es hat die größte Macht, alles chaotisch zu machen. Menschen überall in meiner Stadt haben beeinträchtigt. Die Natur bestraft uns.

Warum macht sie so?

Wegen unseres Handelns oder unserer Ignoranz …?

Never was there discern bridging us, though my foolishness presumed it in every damn situation. Atleast once it could have concurred. But… no it didn’t still. Even today like yesterday. Searching my relics, no flash of ‘contentment’ in there. Like an extraneous one, I am muddled of what else it is then ???

Suddenly this thing stung to me ‘estrange’ and I find it contending.