One Week of YLAC — What I’ve Learnt

Life right now is exactly like that one meme with the dog sitting in a burning room saying “this is fine”. If you crept up to me and snapped a picture of me out of the blue right now, it would look exactly the same. No difference.

Last week was wild. Like, a level of wild I’ve never experienced before. YLAC had given us a target of putting out at least six posts on our handle (@green_shields_) and get at least 180 followers. Being the PR Manager that I am all the time, I went overboard trying to accomplish the goal. In the end, we ended up exceeding the goal and reached 200 followers in a week, but that wasn’t without my pretty valid apprehensiveness. A week before periodic assessments, I still hadn’t started any revision. I study for 20 mark exams two weeks before, and I hadn’t yet begun for 40 mark tests, so to say I was concerned about my study schedule would be an understatement.

Nevertheless, I kept my reserve, and persevered through last week. Somehow. Here’s the nutshell of what I learnt:

too much == bad

Too much Instagram is bad. Very bad. Your hands start to ache and you can’t think straight, cause the only thing on your mind is OH MY GOD DID SOMEONE RESPOND MY DMS OR DID THEY SEENZONE ME and it’s not a good feeling to have a week before important tests. So keep that it mind.

the process => enjoy it

Projects aren’t fun if you dwell on the fact that they’re supposed to be done. Take my advice on this: if you are doing or going through something that you’ve never done before, don’t overthink it. Be rational and enjoy the process. Don’t stress. It’s not meant to be that way.

feedback == good

As long as you have a large enough audience to tell you when you’ve done something good and when you haven’t, your work as a social influencer is half done. Believe me.

trust == nice

This whole thing is a team project, and I’m lucky to have such a supportive and creative team! I’ve gotten better at trusting people and their strengths, and I’ve learnt how to respect them. I realize more and more now that my job isn’t to fix people’s flaws, because I realize that that’s what makes them who they are. That applies to me, too. I trust myself more than I used to before, because I no longer feel anxious about what I’m doing.

rest == REQUIRED

This. This is the biggest lesson I’ve learnt. No doubt about that. I now see that there’s a fine line between breaking your limits and breaking your back, and the latter is not as fun or rewarding as the former.

I’d appreciate it if you could bribe as many of your instagram-using friends as possible and tell them to follow @green_shields_ thanks I’ll give you a chocolate 🙂

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On Rational Self-Love

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I think it would be a gross understatement if I said that my life is great. It’s blessed beyond belief, I say. But sometimes, I do fall into the trap of blaming myself for things happening in my life that I have no control over.

There’s this certain phase of my life that I’m passing through that had kept me more on the edge than usual. I don’t think it’s necessary to go into the deets of what actually happened, but it is safe to say that after a couple months of feeling this way, I finally am back in my normal head space and I’m currently enjoying being my lowkey self.

The most important thing I learnt is that it never does any good to be bitter about life’s lessons. It doesn’t help if you’re learning from your mistakes but you’re, at the same time, killing yourself for messing up in the first place.

There’s also a fine line between bravery and stupidity; between doing some new and something unnecessary. I think I’ve learnt how to distinguish the two.

There’s also a certain flair in being able to love yourself deeply enough to forgive yourself for your mistakes, but also rationally enough to stop you from making the same mistakes going forward, and that’s something I learnt in the summer.

One of the happiest things I’ve done this week is buy a ukulele and play it all the time. Whenever I get the chance. I was playing it before I started writing, and I probably will once I finish writing too. It is a beautiful instrument. I’m in love with it.

I feel like I’m back in the mindspace that I was in right after New Year, where everything was sorted out in my head, problems weren’t problems at all- just exercises. I flew right through my grade 9 finals without feeling a tinge of doubt or anxiety. If I felt anything in those 2 weeks, it was amusement at myself for ever thinking the finals were gonna be hard. I was never in a bad mood for more than 3 minutes, and that’s a fact.

I can tell, from the way I’ve been for the last week or so, that I’m going back to being that way.

Waves

There were lots of people on the beach that day. The children played with waves under the watchful eyes of their parents. The sea looked calm, but no one could imagine what would happen next.

The air was static with an eerie sense of placidity. No one sensed anything wrong – except me. I cautiously got up from my chair and looked out towards the sea. Everything looked normal, and I was about sit down – when I noticed these mountains I’d never seen before. I took my binoculars to look more closely at them, and that’s when I realized –

Those weren’t mountains.

Those were waves.

without wasting a second, I screamed at the top of my voice, telling everyone to get off the beach as fast as they possibly could. I told my parents and my brother to take shelter in the tallest building, and take everyone with them.

I stayed, looking for anyone left behind. Fortunately, there was no one left, so I ran as fast as my legs could take me, To the shelter. In the end, everyone from the beach survived. But thousands of others didn’t. They weren’t as lucky as we were.

Once the tsunami ended, I decided to return to the beach, and see it in its state of desolation. I looked out again, at the sea, but all I could see was a vast expense of blue, as calm as it was before terror struck the land. With a heavy sigh and a last look at the water, I turned around and went back home.


This is my first attempt at some serious fiction, so I really hope you like it.

Cheers,

Udita.

Why Too Much Success is Overwhelming (Sometimes)

Over the last two or three weeks, I have made a conscious effort to make my life better. I’ve been thinking happier thoughts, I’ve been more charismatic and easygoing around my friends, and I’ve done everything I possibly could to make my life better.

And it’s been working!

Two days ago, my friend and I won the city semifinals of a quiz competition, and won ourselves a trip to a 5-Star hotel in Mumbai for the finals, along with a Bluetooth speaker and a cash prize of Rs.20000. I cannot believe that that happened, because I haven’t had that happen to me in a long time. I am proud of myself for going through the uncomfortable process of doing new things because that has helped me succeed in various facets of life.

But everything has its limits, and too much of anything is bad. That includes being happy. And so, I hit a roadblock yesterday, when my recent success overwhelmed to the point of self-hate and despair. I went from being my best possible self to my worst, in a matter of hours.

I know that I want the most exciting, interesting and fun life I can possibly have, but it’s not worth it if I have to put the rest of your life away and make time only for novel experiences.

You know what the worst part about winning the quiz was?

The way people were reacting to this.

I am not ungrateful to anyone about this opportunity. In fact, I am very, very thankful to everyone who believed in me and made this possible.

What I didn’t like is the way people are cashing in on this success, and acting like I’m some “miracle girl”. Like I’d achieved something so great that the entire world needed to stop and appreciate me for my hard work.

I’m not undermining my feat. Nor am I undermining the effort I put in for this.

I just wished people would act professionally about this, congratulate me, actually be curious about what my friend and I did, and offer to help me for the finals.

But no! The people only care about congratulating me, glorifying me, saying yayyyy all the time, but they don’t actually care about ME.

This might seem very self-derogatory or self-defeating, but believe me when I say I have no little respect for myself than I did before this happened. If anything, my self-respect has grown by miles and bounds. I can’t express in words how proud I am of myself and how satisfied I feel.

I just wish I could deal with this situation in a better way.

It is a new experience, after all.

I know it sounds ungrateful that I felt sad at a time that I should have been jumping in joy, but the sheer magnitude of my success consumed me in the worst way possible. I felt like I deserved to congratulated for my efforts, but as reality was different, I felt rather disappointed.


Now, the next day, I have gotten over the sadness and I’m back to looking forward and thinking about my improvement. I learnt yesterday that the problem was that I had been carrying too much emotional baggage with me all the time, and any additional stress inevitably would have tipped my balance and made me buckle under pressure. I learnt that the key to letting of all the things that disturb you is not to discard them but to accept them and forgive yourself for any harm they ever caused you.

After forgiving myself, I continued to be my happy, quirky self, but now, I accepted every flaw that ever existed in me, realizing that my quirks are what make me different and make me succeed at things that mean a lot to me. I know that this is something that we hear all the time, but when we actually do it in real life, the process of letting go and accepting yourself and the world around you is the most exhilarating thing you can ever experience.


Thank you for reading this post, which is really something of an angry rant. Some of the greatest advice that I’ve gotten from my writer friends is that the best time to write in a flow is either when you’re very passionate about something or when you’re very angry about something. You could say that this post is a bit of both.

If you or anyone you know feels this way a lot, please leave a comment below or share this post, and I would love to have a conversation with you. It’s always great to talk to people who feel the same way about life as I do.

Thanks again.

Being Independent

I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will. — Charlotte Bronte

Why Being Independent Matters So Much

It boosts your confidence.

Independence and the ability to hold yourself high is a big boost to your self-confidence and self-esteem. To most, the idea that they don’t need to depend on someone else for their own happiness puts them on a track of self-belief. To me, the fact that I can take care of myself is a huge motivator and this drives me to be my own hero!

Less reliance on others

The more you rely on yourself for getting things done, the more you’re likely to get done! But it is easier said than done. However, if you keep exercising your independence like a muscle, you will obviously get better with time. Soon, independence will change from a habit to a way of life, and you will achieve things that you never even dreamt of dreaming.

Better decision making

Self-reliance does something magical to your brain. It clears all the foggy, misdirecting thoughts and internal fears in your brain, making it easier for you to think with clarity. It’s an amazing feeling to be able to think clearly without any stress clouding your judgment, isn’t it?

More time for personal development and creativity

Letting go of external circumstances that influence you can have a big effect on your daily lifestyle. When I was less independent than I am right now, I would waste so much of my time at home, going over situations that I believe could have gone better. Whatever I’m doing, a nagging voice in the back of my head would keep whining, ” The day has gone bad, and it’s your fault.” This self-defeating self-talk would kill my willpower and happiness, forcing me to depend on someone else for my mental health.

But now, I don’t care about what circumstances that come my way, I just accept it and move on. As for that evil voice in my head, I’ve put it to sleep for good. My focus has been shifted to improving and nurturing my own personality.

“Absorb what is useful, Discard what is not, Add what is uniquely your own.”Bruce Lee

Increases your self-value

Making the decision to stand up for yourself teaches you the importance of self-worth. When you realize the true extent of your strengths as an individual, you strive to do everything in your power to protect those strengths and nurture them. You accept yourself for your flaws, for your innumerable cracks and quirks, because you now realize that these are a part of your core personality. You take pride in knowing that you are everything you want to be, and everything you will be in the future.

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Kinstsukuroi: The Japanese Art of Repaired Pottery

How To Increase Your Independence In Your Daily Life

Learn to enjoy your own company.

Embrace the feeling of being alone. It might seem pessimistic and introverted to distance yourself from normal surroundings for a while. But in a world increasingly focused on speed and competitiveness, solitude is precious and something to be treasured.

Solitude gives you time to reflect on life and greater meanings of the world. Every day, try to spend some of the time you spend alone to focus on yourself. Make time to be introspective and think about your life. Consider where you are and where you’re going. Think about your short and long-term goals. It will help you find calmness in a world of growing chaos.

Trust me.

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One of the best things you can do to yourself

Engage in tasks that require your best efforts.

When you force yourself to focus only on the tasks that require all of your concentration, you block yourself from all others distractions that can lower your self-esteem. For example, whenever I’m feeling a little depressed, I play the guitar, sing or write. These are tasks that need me to be 100% in the moment, keeping my mind free of any distractions that will negatively affect me.

This also works if you’re trying to be more independent. If you do things that put you in a state of extreme focus and concentration, you’re more likely to do it on your own. The more you do things this way, the less dependent you’ll be on other people.

Stop trying to please people.

Talk to yourself. Understand what you want and what you need.

Please, please, please read what I’m saying very carefully: NOTHING MATTERS MORE THAN THE FACT THAT YOU NEED TO KNOW YOURSELF TO HELP YOURSELF. It doesn’t matter whether you just want to solve a personality type test or if you’re trying to get yourself out of a situation of self-despair. If you don’t know what in the world your mind thinks of itself, you’re busted. Why? Because you don’t know what you really want in life. You don’t know why some things make you smile and some make you cry, and so you don’t know how to make yourself better.

Getting to know yourself isn’t a cakewalk. But just like getting to know anyone else, it requires time and effort. It requires that you go out of your way to make sure what you’re doing makes sense and feels right not to your friends, your relatives or your pet cat, but to you. You must be willing to be vulnerable to yourself, in order to fully, truly be yourself.

Do you think you can do that?

I’m pretty sure you can.

Overcome self-hate.

Independence in my life has opened me up to a beautiful, vivid world outside of my bubble of fears and doubts. It has allowed me to treat life, not as a task to tick off a list, but as a gift. I have stepped way outside my comfort zone, something that I never would have done, and in doing so, I have been able to enjoy my life with clarity and a sense of gratitude. I have stopped looking at myself as insignificant, and I have started believing that I do have some value in this world.

The last one week has made me feel much more alive than I’ve felt in a long time. I’ve tried new things, made a fool of myself, pushed myself to new limits, and most importantly, GROWN FROM THE INSIDE.

But opening up to myself at such a level was not easy. to do. It was something I had been putting off for a long time because I was too afraid to know myself. But now that I have, I feel free.


If you’re reading this, first of all: thank you! You successfully read an 1100-word essay! Second: Thank you for your time and attention. It really means a lot to me that my writing gets noticed so much, and words cannot express my gratitude towards every single one of you who reads my stuff.

This post has been pretty personal for me (not that the others aren’t) because it’s made me think about my own struggles with self-love. It’s made me realize that ever since I started blogging 7 months ago, I’ve become WAY stronger and happier than I was, say, a year ago. I’ve learnt to love myself on a scale that I’ve never done before, and all the credit to my happiness goes to you, dear readers. You have made my life colourful, exciting, and full of amazing opportunities.

I love all of you. Thank you for making my life beautiful.

Women in India-Then and Now. – Site Title

-written by ANATHIII

Of all of the rich G20 nations, India has been labelled as the worst place to be a woman. But, how is this possible in a country that prides itself on being the world’s largest functioning democracy?

The fact that we’ve had a female president and a prime minister means very little to the everyday scenarios faced by Indian women. Even with the growing feministic mentalities throughout the world, are reserved bus seats the only measure India has taken?

Perceptions matter. Perceptions dictate who we like, what happens to the economy of a country, and who becomes the government of a country. Perceptions on how women should and shouldn’t behave create rape cultures.

Indian women today are so accustomed to constantly feeling fear, that vigilance is an inescapable trait for them. Truth be told, no democracy is a democracy when half its population is still living in fear. And the way the problem is tackled is ignorant too. We divert the blame on the victims saying they brought this upon themselves when really we are ignoring the misogyny and casual sexism that we have insidiously induced into every last bit of the society. And the people in power, the ones with the ability to enlighten, have views that are far from progressive.

And the more ignorance we show towards tackling social barriers, the larger the population with the same unthinking, unchanging mindsets we create.

Women in the past had dignified roles. There were hardly any pre-described roles set exclusively for men. Until of course, the Muslim invasion. After the invasion, patriarchy started settling in slowly. And we allowed it to.

It wasn’t just men who caused the oppression, but women too. The idea of misogyny was rubbed into them for so long that they themselves became slaves to it. They didn’t realise the personal stake which was involved in what they were supporting. They started falling prey to orthodoxical and cultural barriers that confined them to doing chores and overlooking their potentials as individuals with minds of their own.

But things are changing, you could say, women are taking up more diverse jobs. But in each of those jobs are women who are still struggling to reach the same status as is given to her male counterpart. One shouldn’t be mistaken; women are just as driven to power as men. But, it is unjust that we have reached the shores of technological advancement while so many people are still struggling for basic rights.

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