Fear to write

To write I fear today
To write my pen does fail
For all words that did mean
All that I ever feel
No longer does make sense
Or do they?
Well to write I do not fear
What I fear is if I shall
Dream the dreams again
The dreams my words did speak
The dreams that did fade
With all my words
So do I fear to write?
Do I fear to dream again?
Or do I fear to accept that
I have not stopped dreaming
In the first place

Perfect Imperfections

Imperfect is perfect

'Do not call me beautiful. I'm not a piece of an art exhibition!'

'What is the biggest  problem of today?', now this was something that caught my attention for various reasons; the first being it happened to appear on commercial channels. So now this got me thinking, did they run out of videos with half clothed women or did the satellites suddenly get an exchange of souls? Let me not prolong it like a lecture into the lunch break. Well, as the perfect-sized fair-complexioned actor contemplated on that question, the voice behind cancels other options on the list like pollution and things of the like, and come to a conclusion that the biggest problem faced by people today was a pimple. Now this ad went into my brain's trash folder along with those ads of the like...for instance, a table salt that helped a girl get into Civil Services!
    However, the next day at college made me retrieve this file because it actually struck me how much every person I met was in a mad fight to gain that perfect skin, perfect hair, perfect body, perfect clothes, perfect abs and that perfect beard style (well men and women are equally guilty of this over-obsession with perfection). Well there definitely are a percentage of people who are against this flow and they probably form the modern concept of social out-caste!
   So what is so terribly wrong with imperfection? Isn't imperfect perfect?  Isn't imperfect as natural as can be?
    So you want to be the girl on the magazine cover? Or the stud who with his perfect abs who has girls all over him?  Well isn't it time we realize and teach ourselves and the upcoming generation that being themselves is perfection and not what the men and women on the screen, on the FMCG ads , the magazines' cover pages! Every minute, every second, each of us are made to feel we aren't perfect and hence we probably wouldn't get that promotion or the dream girl or guy. Do we know we have a huge industry letting us lower our self esteem day-by-day to the point that we are in a mad rush to get all what the ads and the magazines and screen artists teach us is wrong with our bodies. So what if I don't have that perfect smile? Do I need a smile treatment to get that unnatural smile to get another person into my friends group? Is that better smile going to help me unless I'm in the glamour industry? But no I got to get that perfection that he or she has just because that person is successful or popular because of that? I am not answering those questions today. Well this is not an answer script, so get the answers yourself.
    How much more peaceful can one's body be once one gets rid of the craze for perfections that is artificial and unhealthy. For those who claim it's part of being healthy there's a huge difference. If I frantically starve or work out just to get that perfect zero size that's the insanity I am talking about. If I work out to keep myself healthy that doesn't fit into what I'm talking about. So where is the line? The line lies exactly there when 'I' am so unhappy with how 'I' look that it takes a toll on my 'positivity' and productivity and more importantly self-esteem.  The zone lies when 'I' have the urge to edit 'my' picture to look like 'I' have a fairer complexion than the person standing next to me. That hairline is where 'I' feel the need to hide 'my' stretch marks from delivery in front of 'my' child's friend's hardcore yoga-freak mom. The need is when 'I' need to use fairness creams (courtesy: the Indian families wanting the fair complexioned daughter-in-law) or opt for the tan treatment( to have the perfect beach model skin tone). The fight for perfection begins when 'I' feel the need to have those perfect abs to impress any girl like that man on the ramp, be it at the cost of my health to have the not-so-recommended powders. If each one of us read the above part in first person, we would know how low we have placed ourselves when it comes to looks.
    Let us start looking at what's truly beautiful. Know you are beautiful in all aspects because the one who designed us never used a common mould. He indeed wanted a different one for each. Each of us is a designer piece. Believe in your capabilities. Let no one pull you down from your status of BEAUTIFUL. When someone told me once that I looked beautiful that particular day, I said, "Yes, I know and I am always. I let no one let my self confidence down on that!".
Are we right in believing perfect is beautiful? The glow and beauty upon Mother Teresa's face I fail to see in the botox treated anti-aging cream covered faces of many. Well the father of our nation never had perfect abs but isn't he amazing?
     When we perceive that a person gets beautiful by the day that's beautiful indeed.
     I repeat IMPERFECT IS PERFECT; that's the perfection in which we were created unless you want to question His Designer skills on the small nose or big lips or dark skin. End the war for perfection with yourself.