tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179924832024-03-14T06:10:13.825+05:30The world I live inHere's where I live, the people I meet, what I go through and a lot moreVeenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236473360256696533noreply@blogger.comBlogger225125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17992483.post-71229264545694055102024-02-17T12:32:00.001+05:302024-02-17T12:32:23.495+05:30Answers and QuestionsOh the joys of reading when seeking answers. And finding answers to questions you long forgot. And it starts to make sense. Then you find yourself ready for another adventure. <div>How do you feel?</div>Veenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236473360256696533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17992483.post-22195882844376065082023-12-30T09:02:00.001+05:302023-12-30T09:02:36.946+05:30#worryWe live with some beliefs that are truly baseless!Veenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236473360256696533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17992483.post-1476621042383925382023-12-18T01:02:00.001+05:302023-12-18T01:02:22.393+05:30Navigating through relationshipsYou think that you've cultivated or come to a point in a relationship where there is a depth, a closeness and most of all, communication. <div>Nope. Think again!</div><div><span style="letter-spacing: 0.2px;">Expectations arose from those thoughts. Chuck the thoughts. </span></div><div><span style="letter-spacing: 0.2px;">Be. Flow. Live!</span></div>Veenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236473360256696533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17992483.post-19422312691983789352023-12-04T23:32:00.001+05:302023-12-04T23:32:14.561+05:30Define fatI've been called fat most of my life. This realisation hit me hard today. Veenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236473360256696533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17992483.post-51277286556398647642023-08-16T12:22:00.001+05:302023-08-16T12:22:42.209+05:30Existential crisis<div>So many why's, how's, why not's, if's and just one when. <br></div>Veenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236473360256696533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17992483.post-57115508640584465602023-01-07T23:10:00.001+05:302023-01-07T23:10:56.044+05:3011 PM thoughtsOur paths and choices impact our lives in such a huge way. Some people find and recognise the love of the lives, some go through life without knowing the joy of one. We're all capable of love, to give and receive. <div><br></div><div>Why then, do some of us hesitate or fear it? What horrible or terrifying experience have we gone through or witnessed to shy away from it? </div><div><br></div><div>And then, why do some not find when they are so ready for it? </div>Veenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236473360256696533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17992483.post-46613615547220843912022-12-05T07:05:00.001+05:302022-12-05T07:05:00.467+05:30Another dreams filled nightHad a series of bad dreams last night that continued till this morning. Friends parting ways, death approaching, fears suffocating. Why do we have these dreams to rattle us up?<div>Happy Monday to you! </div>Veenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236473360256696533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17992483.post-13889782094485006432022-11-01T12:46:00.001+05:302022-11-01T12:46:09.677+05:30oh shit!When you realise you are in an 'Oh shit' situation, your biases, values, options are so much more clear. You also are clear about your support ecosystem. Veenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236473360256696533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17992483.post-55520171358718081132022-10-12T08:30:00.001+05:302022-10-12T08:30:32.844+05:30Flawed beingHere I was thinking I suck at handling multiple roles thrust on me. I shouldn't 'crib'. That it was 'going to be ok' and everything would 'be better'. The kind of (non) support from KA made me believe that I'm never going to get it right. But when the same is thrust on that person, the reactions are almost the same as mine, only they are voiced out, loudly. And it's hardly 3 months into handling a few things solo.<div><br></div><div>There are various ways I could help. I choose not to. </div><div><br></div><div>I was flawed anyway.</div>Veenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236473360256696533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17992483.post-74396381293744989112022-10-10T23:48:00.001+05:302022-10-10T23:48:27.662+05:30If with a snap of fingersThe struggle is real. Even if the feelings arise from made up situations or overthinking. If they could be stopped with a snap of fingers, wouldn't that be something!Veenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236473360256696533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17992483.post-28030639916970168372022-10-01T23:42:00.001+05:302022-10-01T23:42:59.080+05:3011 PM friendsForget 3 AM friends, even 11 PM friends are hard to findVeenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236473360256696533noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17992483.post-47766031847643504982022-08-14T23:18:00.001+05:302022-08-14T23:18:57.318+05:30In hindsightThat it wouldn't work out between you and me is clear now. It was a lovely interlude though. And I'm grateful for it.Veenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236473360256696533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17992483.post-84463733079400162992022-07-07T01:18:00.001+05:302022-07-07T01:18:13.848+05:30Absence doesn't make the heart grow fonderHer father wasn't around for most of her life. And now when she's faced with the reality of having him around all the time, she's not too keen. Her small world doesn't have much room for him. Veenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236473360256696533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17992483.post-86316200121679899852022-06-21T23:18:00.000+05:302022-06-21T23:18:00.057+05:30Yup...Sometimes the head starts working waaay after the heart does. Bummer!Veenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236473360256696533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17992483.post-50844202436857242612022-06-19T22:15:00.001+05:302022-06-19T22:15:17.818+05:303 AM friendsThe kind of friends you can call up at 3 AM and they'd answer and listen with no judgement, or pull you out of the funk that you can't shake off, or give you that whack so that you see straight and so much more...<div><br></div><div>Do you have one? I don't!</div>Veenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236473360256696533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17992483.post-72019920843850927072022-06-19T21:54:00.001+05:302022-06-19T21:54:51.664+05:30When will they stopDays and nights when I don't dream are good days.<div><br></div><div>Today wasn't a good one. Had a dream that ruined my sleep and left with a residue of annoyance and leading me towards despair.</div><div><br></div><div>The dream had teenage J behaving like bratty kid. He had to open the back to door to enter the car but instead jumps into the backseat through the window. In the process his feet hit a man in white with a red and white checkered head scarf. </div><div><br></div><div>The man asks J to apologise. The brat diesn't. So he takes J's shoes and cuts through them. I see J scream out as if it affects his mental state and I can't do anything to stop that whole thing from playing out.</div><div><br></div><div>That's when I woke up.</div>Veenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236473360256696533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17992483.post-29885936866598206292022-03-19T01:27:00.001+05:302022-03-19T01:27:40.306+05:30seriously...What the fuck is therapy!Veenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236473360256696533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17992483.post-45829252520014280442022-03-14T11:31:00.001+05:302022-03-14T11:31:31.248+05:30Support systemsThey exist. Sometimes they do what they're supposed to, sometimes they're too far away and sometimes, they suck!<div><br></div><div>The frustration leading to annoyance and anger when it sucks, is what one has to deal with. Like a 'sane, mature' individual. Because anything else affects the other folks who you support. </div><div><br></div><div>Shitty deal!</div>Veenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236473360256696533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17992483.post-77731964360234279702021-11-28T23:48:00.001+05:302021-11-28T23:48:20.552+05:30TearsLeaking humans.. funny isnt it to see some colorless liquid fill the eyes till they cant hold them in anymore. They spill out. Reasons known or unknown.Veenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236473360256696533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17992483.post-19001800733203843782021-10-06T06:31:00.001+05:302021-10-16T01:20:56.887+05:30the standard operating manual for parenting...No one is given an operating manual on parenting. Sure there are books that guide, provide insight, have stories, talk about different styles etc. But nope, no manual. <div><div>Bad behaviour from child? Bad parent</div><div>Child who is difficult to mold or teach? Bad parent</div><div>Child suicide? Bad parent</div><div>Child -anything the world judges or sees as not conforming? Bad parent</div><div>And in a place like India, it's usually bad mom. Because mothers are primary caregivers and nurturers. </div><div><br></div><div>So what happened to the other parental role and grandparents and relatives who also influenced the child's behaviour? What happened to the educational institutions that seem more bothered about their upkeep of reputation rather than actual investment in educating children? </div><div><br></div><div>What all is just one person or 2 people supposed to do when it comes to their child? They try their best to do right by their offspring. But yeah, bad parent!</div></div>Veenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236473360256696533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17992483.post-9127057987422966282021-08-22T16:00:00.001+05:302021-08-22T18:19:55.044+05:30Doghouse <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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