To Be Brutally Honest.

There seems to be this common game of sorts doing the rounds on social media. On an extremely personal front, I would never do this publicly as I feel every relationship has its own secrets and nuances and in my life, I’d rather include all of those in a tbh and send it as a personal message.
This post is extremely personal in nature. It isn’t a tbh for a particular person but instead is just series of absolutely random thoughts. They have no link as such with one another and is just musings which I chose to write down.

To be honest, I’ve come to realise, the dual nature of rains. There are days when the overcast skies seem to make you feel blessed and loved. The rains seem refreshing and romantic. Long walks, getting drenched and coffee seem to make the best of days. The rains can also change your mood for the worse and make it unnecessarily sad, gloomy and melancholic. It’ll bring back memories and can ruin lots of plans.

To be honest, is there really a faint line drawn between infatuation and love? And is there any possible way to find out when you’ve crossed it? What happens when you perhaps, realise too late? It is perhaps stupid and pessimistic but “once bitten and twice shy” seems to sum up a lot. It’s difficult to trust the same way again and hope for the better. I know letting go always works best. Second best is having zero expectations from anything or anyone. You can never be hurt that way. Trying your best will yield no results, you’ll find no answers and then one fine day it wont affect you at all. You’ll take decisions, make mistakes and learn a lot in the process. Yet there’ll be days when you’ll want to believe it all and in the end, hope always wins. Love is a strange word indeed.

To be honest, I attended my first college fest, Sanskriti recently. Fests at Jadavpur University and the OAT have a charm of their own. Not just fests, everything. It has just been around 8 months in college and already, there are memories attached to every nook and cranny in campus. From taash, adda, music and lots of cold drinks in worldview to serious discussions with my best friend at Moni da’s canteen, Jadavpur teaches you a lot in its own way. Most importantly I feel, it teaches you to accept. Accept all the different kinds of mindsets and people and in the end, you’ll blend in and start loving the place. There have been colourful great days spent happily chatting, eating and cracking jokes. Others, spent worrying, consoling and cribbing. Whether its serious matters, mindless banter, romantic talks or just sitting idle, the campus has a perfect spot for it all. There’s a lot that goes on, but Jadavpur feels like home. Always.

To be honest, there are more people who care than you think there is. I speak for myself, but when I put up one slightly negative WhatsApp status, I get unexpected pings asking me if anything is wrong. I really believe, what happens, always happens for the best. Even when times are dark and you ask the question “why me?”, you could always answer that with the fact that every person has problems in their life. Try being there for as many people as you can when they’re down and maybe, you’ll actually feel better about your own life. Make someone smile, give someone a hug and tell someone you love her/him and believe me, your day will be made. Some talk about it, some don’t, some problems are more major than you think it to be and then maybe you’ll realise, that your problems are perhaps not all that huge. And it passes by. It always does. You can try having faith in time.

To be honest, this post is perhaps stupid, exceedingly long and very few people will actually take the trouble of reading it all, but I went on a holiday recently to Kerala. My next post will be about that, and I promise it’ll be colourful and full of amazing pictures. Kerala, is quite rightly called God’s own country.

At the Kovalam Beach.
At the Kovalam Beach.

Each of the individual points perhaps deserve a post of their own, but well.

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