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  • Moonwalking in Real Life!

    Moonwalking in Real Life!

    What are you passionate about?

    Public Speaking

    I attribute my newfound love for Improv to my Toastmasters Group!

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    Improv to me is the most practical approach to leaping outside your box and far into the unknown!!

    Our world is so limited to what is projected to us by media, newspapers general social norms, and most of all peers. Each one of us is following what we call the rat race mostly coz outside of it is the territory of the unknown. The place where – there are ‘ghosts and goblins’ – as they call it in fairytales. Not so much coz no one wants to be there but more coz the social norms don’t allow us to be there. Feels like we are given a template of human existence and protocols are set on everything that falls under its radar. We have categories for it – social status, fame, personality, wealth, wisdom, etc. There are norms and standards set on what is beautiful and what is not, what is the right thing to do what is not, what should make you tick, and what should make you jump with joy. Almost anything and everything seems quantifiable in numbers. Private school – Masters from Grade A – Business from Harvard (or the likes) – high-paying job – position of authority – handsome family – high-end car(s) – high-flying social circle – surplus miles for family outings – and such. We get so busy achieving one milestone after the next that we fail to stop and think beyond.

    Ever thought… EVERYTHING COULD BE MAN-MADE.. Our core belief system could be based on some ‘universal model’. Not to question why this happened what started it and what the roadmap this was supposed to follow. It surely had a sane purpose and might have helped bring some goodness to the world.

    What I got into thinking was… what is outside of it? Outside these walls… the structure we follow. the maze we keep walking into trying to ‘figure things out’. Hanging out in the same circles, flocking together with like minds, staying away from what we don’t understand..or maybe don’t want to understand? ‘black sheep’ those falling out of the herd….

    I was jerked out of ‘template’ in one of my Toastmasters club meetings and made to peep out of my box and a little into the good side of my imagination which perhaps is stunted like most of us social ants following the so-called ‘routine’ – reading newspapers every day – sulking on the bad state of affairs, watching movie-reviews on tomato-meter, making a list of movies to watch, ‘liking’ comments on Facebook and making sure we ‘exist’ in our sweet way – told to us by no-one knows who… we never even bothered to ask! Of Course, this is the routine of an average soul and yours could be different. I looked up ‘average’ in the dictionary..though this article gives you the levy of making up your meaning..and the dictionary even!!!

    So how did Toastmasters do this?? This is how…

    We usually follow the order – Toastmaster addresses – speeches – speech evaluation – table topics(it is an impromptu question-answer session where you discuss any given topic) – table topic speaker trophy – general evaluation – meeting adjourned.

    To break the routine the toastmaster decided to take it in reverse order. Everyone was baffled. How is that possible??!! What will be evaluated? Who can get the best speaker trophy without speaking? He said.. why NOT….??!! Just follow one rule – it should be EXACTLY REVERSE!!!!

    Initially, it did feel weird when Mr. Toastmasters started with adjourning the meeting first and then it was a strange good feeling to see the meeting proceed after it was adjourned. A positive vibe and anticipation were coming along on the evaluations made on the happenings that were yet to..umm…happen!! It seemed more welcoming than usual, and the evaluation set a bar on it such that it did not matter how it went. The anticipation was fulfilling enough.

    The best speaker was chosen (just like that – we chose a person who had been attending meetings throughout but was too shy to stand up and speak)and when he got up to speak, there was this new energy in him – he was already the best speaker and there was nothing to change that. Imaginations started flowing in to answer questions that were not asked yet and it was fun to frame questions out of the answers flying around(on nothing specific really). We all were forced to make sense out of something that did not make sense. But ‘sense’ really is man-made right? When we broke free from the rules, it seemed fun.. and invigorating. How many times do you get to answer something first and have a question framed based on it?? How many times do you get a splendid evaluation on something you have yet to do? Come on!!

    Made me think, what if this were to happen in real life? You could decide your finish and then start from there. How would you evaluate yourself to start with? How many definitions would you change? What would your maze look like? How much of it would you want to unlearn after you have already experienced it first…..how would it be to set your milestones backward? What would matter then? Would life be a whole new ball game with no fear of the unknown? Will comfort feel different….will social status matter… will beauty look different?

    I put these thoughts forth to see if they make you rise above your box..look around… feel the euphoric feeling. that I had…. and then settle back in again….

    If it did. I am glad!!

    Kay’s Corner
  • The Wishing Chair

    The Wishing Chair

    Do you remember your favorite book from childhood?

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    Back then, growing-up, I read hand-me-downs from my sister and my dad. What do I know what to read? I read coz the book was lying around. Although I mostly read coz it was fun to not wear glasses for all that time. (I have myopia… which means I need glasses to see things afar, but I can read a book like a charm without them. I read coz I felt powerful to be doing something like reading without having to wear my dreadful glasses. Well… to each his own)

    So what are we reading?

    Back then, hand-me-downs from family. or nice smelling used books from the local store… books with colors… nice pictures…. a good title… an intelligent looking author…or sometimes… just an impulse.

    My favorite book was ‘The Wishing Chair’.

    It was a book about a girl who lands a chair on which she can sit and travel the World. I was inseparable with that book and the next three that I read from the series. And before I knew it I was spiraling into a series of books where a girl just magically sits on a chair and goes to where she wants. Whilst also solving the world’s problems that made the series.

    Who knew there was such a chair?

  • Patience..

    Patience..

    Patience

    While taking the road less traveled you will be greeted by a leaf..

    A beautiful leaf… a leaf like no other…

    She will lead the way…

    The wind might take her farther..

    But she will find you…

    A beautiful leaf…. A leaf like no other..

    She will lead the way..

    She won’t tell you her name.

    But she wants you to find out.

    You can ask a friendly tree… or the chirpy birds that fly around..

    They will tell you her name…

    “Her name is patience. That beautiful leaf… a leaf like no other….”

    On the road less traveled… find patience…

    Then turn the leaf… that beautiful leaf… a leaf like no other..

    She will lead the way… on the road less traveled….

    ~ Kay

    Diary of Cliches
  • Words

    Words

    What are you good at?

    I guess I have been an introvert all my life. Even when I was trying to be an extrovert I was an introvert. And while I struggled with this all along, I have come to realize that I am very good with words.

    That’s how we introverts express our feelings I suppose. By putting them into words on a piece of paper. And then hiding that paper in the farthest corners of existence where nobody can find it.

    Then one day we grow up and realize that maybe our words are valuable. Maybe they can heal. Maybe the world needs them.

    So we start digging. We dig into the deepest nooks and crevices of our subconscious mind to bring all the words to the surface. Coz maybe the World could be a better place from them.

    Here’s to all the precious words that we are saving for a better time. Maybe the time for them is now.

    Kay’s Corner
  • My beloved Twin Flame

    My beloved Twin Flame

    Who would you like to talk to soon?

    I haven’t seen him since that crisp winter morning of 2022. It was a Sunday. We had cooked together. And then eaten out of each other’s plate.

    We were like two kids. Playing together on a Sunday morning. We told each other our stories, laughed together, cracked jokes.. Danced around like tiny little tots.

    Then the World got to us. And we got lost in it.

    The distance kept growing and we got lost in it.

    I want to talk to him. I want to send him my love. I pray that he is okay. The love of my life. My companion in the Ether.

    We are together

    Somewhere in the Ether

    Kay’s Corner
  • My collection of Dreams

    My collection of Dreams

    Do you have any collections?

    I have a collection of dreams.

    Carefully curated and perfect.

    Every dream has its own space and manifests in its own time.

    I get a peek into them when I sleep.

    Then in my sleep I assort them, polish them and put them in order.

    But in reality they don’t have an order. They happen in their own time.

    My dreams.

    Some are vintage. Some are branded.

    But they have their own space and time.

    I peek into them when I sleep.

    I have a collection of dreams.

    Kay’s Corner
  • My book: Diary of Cliches

    My book: Diary of Cliches

    A Memoir and Interactive Journal.’ In this unique and captivating book, I invite you to delve into my own inspiring story while simultaneously embarking on a deeply personal exploration of your own life.

    What is the legacy you want to leave behind?

    Diary of Cliches

    I started writing my Diary of Cliches one fine morning. It was a very a difficult time. All my relationships had abandoned me, and I was the reason for it. I desperately needed answers but i didn’t have any.

    I wish I had a blueprint to handle times like these. Alas, I didn’t. Nobody I knew had walked the path I was on.

    So I decided to carve my own path. And then share it with all those who would need it in future!

    And Dairy of Cliches was born!

    Every morning I started writing in my Diary. I told her my troubles. I told her my grievances. I told her why my heart was aching.

    Then magical things started happening. My Diary started writing me back.

    I started getting answers for my issues one baby-step at a time. Wisdom started being imparted on me through my writings!

    And my life changed!

    Now I wish to give back all the wisdom that came my way while Dairy of Cliches took form. So that there is no broken heart in the World is lost in their journey through love.

    Diary of Cliches

  • They might not deserve your love but they sure deserve your kindness

    They might not deserve your love but they sure deserve your kindness

    I spent a lot of time the past couple of years dealing with a broken heart. There was love that got lost, taken, or simply unreceived. And there I was left to fend for myself. Me and my broken heart.

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    Dealing with a broken heart is like dealing with a beloved pet who is in pain. There is nothing much you can do besides accepting your brokenness and trying to push forward one day, one moment, one millisecond at a time.

    At some point, you get tired of your pain. Your body feels fatigued. Your mind wants to give up. But there it is – your heart, still ailing, still aching.

    Every time my heart ached, I felt love for the one she was aching for. Every time I felt love I felt betrayal. I felt like I was betraying myself for feeling love for the very person who broke my heart.

    When I felt love my heart felt better. The pain alleviated. When I felt betrayal the heart hurt more. That’s where I got my answer. My heart did not want to feel betrayal, only love. Love for the person who had broken it. Love for the person who refused to receive it. Love for the person who ignored its presence.

    So I decided to do justice. I decided to feel love in place of betrayal. I felt love and sent it forth to whoever it was meant for. I continued to do so until my heart stopped feeling pain. Now it only felt love.

    Wasn’t it unfair that I was sending love from my heart to the very people who had broken it? No, it was not. It was healing.

    I was being kind. In being kind to my heart I had extended my kindness to the ones my heart seeked. And my kindness had healed my pain.

    As time passed, I began to realize that kindness was not a sign of weakness, but a profound strength. My heart, fragile and bruised, was learning to heal itself not by harboring resentment or bitterness, but by nurturing the very essence of love that it was built for.

    This journey taught me that while not everyone may deserve our love, everyone deserves kindness. Kindness is an act of self-preservation as much as it is an act of generosity. By choosing kindness, I was choosing to protect my heart from further damage caused by negative emotions like hatred and resentment. I was choosing to rise above my pain and not let it define me.

    In this process, I discovered a deeper sense of empathy and compassion. I understood that those who had caused me pain were also struggling with their own battles, their own fears, and insecurities. My kindness became a bridge, not to them, but to my own peace and healing. It allowed me to let go of the past and focus on the present, where I could cultivate happiness and contentment.

    It wasn’t easy. There were days when my resolve wavered, when the weight of my sorrow felt too heavy to bear. But I reminded myself that healing is not a linear process. It’s a journey with ups and downs, and every step, no matter how small, was a step towards recovery.

    Through this journey, I also learned to be kind to myself. I allowed myself to feel my emotions without judgment, to grieve, and to find solace in my own company. I practiced self-care, nurturing my body and mind with patience and love. Slowly, I started to see the world not through the lens of a broken heart, but through the eyes of someone who had survived and grown stronger.

    The paradox of kindness is that while it may seem like you’re giving a part of yourself away, you’re actually enriching your own soul. The love I sent out into the world returned to me in the form of inner peace and strength. My heart, once broken, had become resilient. It had learned that love was not a finite resource, but an infinite wellspring that could heal and transform.

    In the end, I came to understand that my journey was not just about overcoming heartache but about embracing a way of life that valued love and kindness above all. It was about recognizing the power of my own heart to heal itself and others. And in that realization, I found a profound sense of fulfillment and joy.

    So, to anyone dealing with a broken heart, remember this: They might not deserve your love, but they sure deserve your kindness. In being kind, you heal not just your own wounds but contribute to a world that is in desperate need of more love and compassion. And in the process, you’ll find that your heart, capable of immense love, is also capable of immense strength.

    Kay’s Corner
  • The delicate dance of balance

    The delicate dance of balance

    How do you balance work and home life?

    Sometimes life balances you and sometimes you balance life. It’s a delicate dance of love, harmony and peace.

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    I don’t believe there is any such thing called a work-life balance. Each deserves its own level of time, space and commitment.

    In my twenty years of work-life I have come to realize that work is as much in a relationship with you as you are with it. The more you give your work the more work will give you in return. In my twenty years of work-life my work gave me a lot including the time I needed outside work.

    There were times when all I did was work. Come weekends, come mornings, come nights, come evenings, come festivals I was working. Work needed me. So I gave it my everything.

    But then there were times when my life needed me more than work. So my work made space for the rest of my life to take over. My work trusted me to leave it for a while to attend to the rest of my life. And so I did.

    In this time when I had taken some time-off work I did everything I could to attend to the other areas of my life. My health, my family, my love, my relationships – I made time for all of it while work balanced my life for me. And then when I got back from my escapades work was there, to welcome me with open arms.

    Then there were times when I needed time at home as much as I needed time with work. During these times work made sure to support me as I gave myself and my home the needed time while also fulfilling my work responsibilities. Work ensured that I had time to cook and clean and live a comfortable life while it stayed by my side.

    Work has danced with me with finesse as I managed the delicate dance to love it with all my heart as I loved all else in life!

    There is no such thing as work-life balance, each has its own space, time and commitment! And the more you give it their worth the more they both will give you back in return!

    Kay’s Corner
  • Not sacrifice…Letting go…

    Not sacrifice…Letting go…

    What sacrifices have you made in life?

    Everything changes when you turn your sacrifices into an art called letting go.

    When you sacrifice you create a void. The more you count your sacrifices the more you stay in your void and the more you attract more void.

    But when you let go, you make space. In that space fresh new energy flows in creating new experiences. The more you let go to create space the more you are motivated to let go to create more space.

    More space brings in more energy for new things, new experiences to come into your life keeping you forever in a fresh vibe that attracts fresh new things.

    Continue reading here

    Things I gave up to make space for new things – Part 1

    Things I gave up to make space for new things – Part 2

    Kay’s Corner