Today is my friend’s birthday, but…

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Today is my friend’s 18th birthday.

I did attend her surprise birthday party and gave her a nice gift, wished her on time and put on an obligatory birthday wish status and display picture with her to tell her how much she means to me. But as I was typing a long birthday wish for her, I had a flashback of the moments we have spent together in college and the only thing that came in my mind was a bitter comment made by her about me in front of everyone, including me. The memory of that day and that moment was still alive, hemmed in some corner of my brain, now dancing shamelessly like a harlot in front of my eyes, reminding me of the day my soul was torn apart from my body.

It wasn’t a bad comment on my character, it was on my personality. The reason it pierced my heart so much was because I have heard that comment before, from someone else, someone who claimed to be my best friend. And even though we are still in contact whenever I think about her the first thing that comes in my mind is the same comment. And I’d be lying if I say that it doesn’t hurt me. Because it does. It certainly does. And we all know that physical wounds can be healed but emotional wounds cannot. The pain of that comment will always stay in my heart and even if that (the birthday girl) was incredibly sweet and helpful to me in past, even though she apologized a lot for that comment later on and even though I have forgiven her, the first memory that comes of her in my mind will always be that same comment.

Please, never think for a moment that your words don’t have any effect on others.  Bitter words hurt more than the peeling of skin from our body with the help of a knife, more than the pain of a completely broken nail from our skin. And even if you think someone is not as good as you please keep it to yourself and don’t say that on their face. Because there is a 99% chance he already knows that, and secretly he is just trying to change that. Think from your heart before you speak, keep yourself in his place and think how would you feel if you were him and someone said the same to you? You would never forgive him/her. It takes a trillion compliments to build someone’s personality and your one harsh comment can take it all down, or worse, just kill him from inside.

Spread peace, love and kindness!

Love,

Fiya.

100 good deeds. A challenge.

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Hello mates!
This is a sweet little challenge to my own self.I’ve to do atleast three good deeds every day. I know that it is not a good practice to show off your good deeds as it’s forbidden in every religion and is also considered boorish and impolite in society but as I have decided to motivate everyone else, I shall be posting my three (or more) good deeds a day. Please consider it a reminder to do a good deed and not as a way of showing off.

So,What does your religion say about doing good deeds?

“Good deeds annul evil deeds. This is a reminder for the mindful”
-Islam Qur’an 11.114

“And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.”
-Christianity, Galatians 6:9

“Whoever, by a good deed, covers the evil done, such a one illumines this world like the moon freed from clouds”
-Buddhism. Dhammapada 173

“Heaven is not attained without good deeds.”
-Sikhism. Adi Granth, Ramkali-ki-Var, M.1, p. 952

“I call heaven and earth to witness: whether Jew or Gentile, whether man or woman, whether servant or freeman, they are all equal in this: that the Holy Spirit rests upon them in accordance with their deeds!”
-Judaism. Midrash, Seder Eliyyahu Rabbah 10

“No one who does good deeds will ever come to a bad end, either here or in the world to come. When such people die, they go to other realms where the righteous live.”
-Hinduism. Bhagavad Gita 6.40-41

You never know which of your good deed becomes your ticket to heaven.

With compassion, benevolence and for the cause of humanity,

Fiya.

A letter to me..From me! :)

imagesFive years back, on my 12th birthday, I wrote a letter to myself. I promised myself to read that letter on my birthday every year for the next five years. As on 6th may,2014 five years were completed. I decided to read that letter for the last time, tear it apart and write a letter to my younger twelve year old self. Though this takes a lot of time, to think, to write. But it helped me to understand my self better, to know the difference between my life at age 12 and at 17! To know what I wanted to be, what I could’ve become and what I’ve actually become.

 

So here’s the summary of the old letter written five years back!

(I’m obviously going to cut the embarrassing parts, well there are a lot of them!!)

 (I WILL ALSO UPLOAD A PICTURE OF THAT EMBARASSING LETTER)

“Hello! When I’ll be 17 years old I’ll be beautiful and I’ll have bigger height. I will also have very long hair and I will dye my hair pink and red and green like avril lavigne and change my hair style. (my sister) will probably be married at that time. I will go to Kinnaird college and I will also learn to drive a car, to cook and I’ll also get all-rounder certificate again because that’s my favourite certificate. I will take first position every year and I’ll be the best daughter ever! My life will become so perfffffect. Everyone’s going to be happpyyyyyyyyyyy from me because I’ll be the best and i’ll do coolest things with my friends and i’ll have more freedom so i’ll be the best damn thing that your eyes have ever seen!

 

PS: I WILL become better at maths!!!!!!!!!!”

 

A letter to twelve year old me:

 

Dear little Fiya,

You were twelve at that time, a cocoon who was not yet ready to become a butterfly, too young to know that whatever you wished wasn’t actually going to happen, that dreams like yours are just will-o’-the-wisps. They are fake, they are mere illusions! they are scams and trickeries. They lead you to believe in all kinds of useless, Sisyphean crap. You were too young to believe that people you called your friends were your secret enemies, they couldn’t see you happy. They never rejoiced in your happiness. Too young to consider that when you’ll be at the top your friends will be the one to kick the ladder and make you suffer the greatest fall of your life. But I’m proud of you. I’m proud of the choices you made. Proud of the fact that you never let anyone hurt your ego (except that one year  where you completely lost your mind-2013!) I’m proud of your old school results, of your accomplishments, your lifestyle back then, your habits, your personality, your traits, your aims… I’m proud to say this was me 5 years back!

You know, the people you thought are nice actually turned out to be idiots, the plans you thought actually turned out to be shitty. The world you wanted was nothing but a lie, A lie that your heart wanted to believe in. But on a positive note, Look how far you’ve come. You’re free from school now, you do have longer hair and a better height than before, you know the basics of cooking and driving and I feel stupid to say this but you did get an all-rounder certificate though you did not get first position ever again! LOL. You’ve beaten all the people who wanted to see you down. All your melancholies, all your agitations are left hidden in a cloud full of sullen, glum and sour memories and that hate filled cloud is so far away from you that no matter how much you try you’ll only reach it on doomsday. All your distresses and dismays have become ashes, abandoning your soul and moving to the sky, making you mature and giving you experience to deal with idiots so you could save yourself if someone tries to bring you down next time. There’s no more room for drama in your life. God has squished all the anguish inside even the tiniest bit of your cells and taken it away from you, forever.

How lucky I was to be so lively and to have such self-mastery at that time. I wish I could become you again, little fiya. I really wish.

From future to past,

Love,

 Fiya.

 

The scars remain.

“Who am I now that I’m alone with no one to reflect an image of myself that I can re-shape and perfect?”

It was midnight, the moonlight was shining on her woebegone face, the sky was as black as her African dog. She could hear the noises of what superstitious people call ‘Ghosts’ while the ‘Logical’ people call them ‘Imagination of the mad’. She looked at the sky and it seemed that it is screaming in melancholy at her. The stars were twinkling and blazing like they’re newly born. She stared at the stars and wondered if they’re also laughing at her dark, gloomy, miserable life. She whispered to herself “There’s no life left, there is no spark left”. Crestfallen, She placed her beautiful hand over her chest and began to feel her heartbeat which in turn was slow and feeble.

“I dont have feelings left, i don’t have life left inside myself. What is left now? except this grief-stricken soul which is about to go back to the mysterious, unknown and secret world from where it came” She held the blade tightly in her hand and had a flashback of all the bitter, vitriolic memories. Why does it all had to happen with her? What was her sin? This shouldn’t have happened.She had to pay the price of a crime that she did not even commit. Her heart was aching and she could hear her last unfortunate breathes. It was the end, end of the endless pain that she had to feel everyday, end of the deadly remarks people passed over her everyday, end of the judgement that she had to go through everyday, end of her life, end of the torture,end of the battle, end of struggles, the fights,and end of the greatest gift that the Almighty God has bestowed upon us―LIFE.It was the end of her life.

“Before THEY kill me, I myself should put an end to my own life. My vulnerable soul should depart from this filthy world by my own frail hands.”

“I was destined to doom”