Thursday, September 17, 2015

E. Q

Everything in this world is objects to be exhibited. “Where is the cattle Exhibition?”.  I was shocked when I heard someone asked this for the first time. ‘Is cattle and animals is something to be shown and valued?’. But this question no more astonish me.It’s not a big deal in this world where we market ourselves . We sell our personality and bought a job! We smile and get paid! We build our interests on those where the giants are interested.

Someone said,”you cannot buy my love”. Not only love, everything that was thought to be unsellable are sellable now. I would like to talk about Emotions! I thought, emotions are something that I was gifted with. I love to laugh, cry, smiles, growl. But one day I realized, they are not emotions. They cannot contribute to your E.Q. Are you expressive? Do you give better solutions to problems? Can you overcome an emotional outburst? If  yes, congrats! You have high E.Q. Go and get your job. If not, sorry! Better luck next time.

Today, when I cry or when I am sad, I realize that my E.Q  is still zero!!

Saturday, September 12, 2015


Somebody asked me once, why I put this title for my blog? What is its meaning?Now, I think it's high time to reveal that secret!! Well, there is no secret in it, but surely, there is a story.

A girl, passionate about many things, anxious, ambitious but not vivacious once wanted to create a blog to express her feelings to the world. Why she wanted to own a blog? This question seems meaningless in a world, where every single person is expressing. Celebrities, professionals, organizations, students etc. Creates their own blog. But why this girl, who does not have time for such 'stupidity' as one might say when he knows that she is a professional student, wanted one?

She, a normal, student, went a little abnormal when she experiences certain things. She was very sensitive to everything happens around her. But she was not bothered about her hectic schedules she had to pass through, just like every other person!

Once she was asked to bring an article for the class magazine. Our heroine,being a famous writer in her school times,found it very easy. But had she realized, the busy schedules have destroyed her creativity, which she considered as her identity, so hard that she dived deep into her mind for a piece of hope? This shocking reality gave her the insight that in search of a better living, what she lose was not less than her identity!

Hectione was then only a fetus, sleeping in her mind. Like a mother she searched her child's name. Her searches were all failed, ended in great disappointment. Accidently a name came to her mind, HECTIONE.To her surprise there is no meaning for the word. But she found the word very interesting so that she doesn't want to lose it. Nevertheless, she decided to define the word. Coincidence or not, the definition was so matching with the reason for his birth. She defined, it hectic+ horizon. Our lives go HECTIC in search of HOPE. Horizon symbolizes hope, the hope for a rise. Hectione is the child of hope and hecticness. Our heroine was in a hope to regain her creativity, her happiness and identity. She was also frustrated by her busy life.

Hectione is her voice on every other thing she feels, she believes, her views and she analyzes. Hectione is hope !!

When words fail ...!

Sometimes, heart tells stories ! to some other heart. It really does! when words fail to play their part. And sometimes your eyes, go dee...