Ace life : For dummies

“Do not take life too seriously. You will never get out of it alive.”

This is a famous quote by American writer and philosopher, Elbert Hubbard.

It looks and seems so simple but it spoke to me on different levels. I couldn’t help but realize that our entire life is built just to die. We “live” to “die”. At first it made me sad and angry and disappointed. It’s not that I have high expectations on life, it’s just that the end seems so simple and uncomplicated that anyone and everyone can achieve it. It was hard for me to digest the fact that life was just an illusion. And that our actions and memories are just a screensaver that goes on till the computer of lifes’ battery gives away. I went to a depression phase because my interpretation was on a pessimistic note. All this for nothing?

It reminded me of a Malayalam song called “atmavidyalayame” from a movie called “Harishchandra”

The set up of the song is that there is a chandala who burns dead bodies. He is the protagonist and is looking at the dead bodies around him and singing a song that highlights the irony of the living and the dead. The lyrics goes,

 “Thilakam charthi cheekiyum azhakaayi palanaal Poottiya punya shirase. Ulagam vellar uzhariya neeyo vilapidiyaathoru thalayodaayi.” 

Which loosely translates to – Oh divine skull that was so well groomed in it’s time, the one who came to challenge the entire world in it’s time, is a mere worthless skull now.

This made me think, what is the true meaning of life? Is it death? Do we live and struggle just to make our death easier? 

This question still bothers me very much. We can never completely understand the true meaning of life and death, but we can always try and make both better. That’s what I could infer for it all.

This search for answers eventually lead me to different books on spirituality and atheism. I learned about the greatness of life through books like The Bhagavad-Gita (Swami Chinmayananda’s commentary on it was the best. “The Holy Geetha”.)

 And I learned to overcome the fear of death with the help of books by Dr. Abraham T. Kovoor.


Spirituality helped me to take all this in a very optimistic way. I learned about liberation and self-realisation through the Ashtavakra Geetha. This opened up my thoughts a lot.

In the end I joined all these little pieces together to make a giant 3D puzzle of life.

But that didn’t make me very happy.


I realized that I just wasted a lot of time and energy trying to learn how to live and die. The time I lost can never be gained back. I realized that I took it so seriously, that if I hadn’t come to a conclusion I might have probably died before I could truly get it’s meaning. 

I had done exactly what I shouldn’t have. Instead to keeping it simple I went overboard in the quest for answers. 

Now all that time I lost would never come back. But I did learn a valuable lesson from all this craziness. No matter how hard you try to believe life is, it’s just not.

Life doesn’t need to be deciphered. It needs to be lived and enjoyed.

It doesn’t matter “when we die” or “if we left a mark”,  all that matters is if we die with regrets or not.

Taking life too seriously is pointless. Since we all have to die one day and just by taking it seriously we cannot get an extension on life as death is inevitable.

So just live your life the way you want. Don’t stop or limit yourself from things you want to do just because of the prospective dead bodies around you who has destroyed their lives and are now trying to do the same with yours.

Any disappointments or sorrow should be borne with grace. And remember to make the best out of the worst. This is how you can ace life! You never get out of it alive anyways! ( So I guess it doesn’t even matter of you ace it or not! 😁)

P.S. : This is just some random thoughts I have. May or may not help you.

Picture Credits : Google


Let Boys be Feminine and Girls be Masculine

Being born in a middle class Indian family, I learned quite a lot about Indians’ opinion on gender equality. Being born a female I’ve heard different criticisms on my behaviour.

I spent most of my life in Muscat, Sultanate of Oman. I was brought up there and so I was well acquainted with Muslim culture and the Gulf in general. The fact that I enjoyed most was that Oman was different from every other Gulf countries. It was extremely liberal and gender neutral. 

As a kid I was my parents worst nightmare. I hated wearing pretty pink dresses and keeping a long hair. I preferred boy cuts and shorts (Still the same). My parents never stopped me even though my mom didn’t prefer it. I had a more masculine approach on everything. My father and I are very close. We shared the same passion about music, books, movies and most things in general. At a very young age he taught me how to make circuits, fix the fuse box, putting together electronic items and so climbing the ladder was something I’m never afraid off. As a kid I loved to run, climb and torment my parents. My tomboyish nature was accepted by my family but was ridiculed by my relatives back home in India. 

All was fine till after the 10 grade. I came back to India to finally settle here after an entire lifetime of living as an NRI. Things were pretty normal at first, but as soon as school started I realized that the people here are very different and opinionated from the people back in Oman. I used to wear shorts way above my knee before, but my mother asked me not to anymore after a “staring incident”. I was not particularly happy about it but I let it go considering that I could still wear shorts upto knee length even though my uncle was against it. 

I was stupid not to realize that this was just the beginning. Slowly I was asked to stop wearing sleeveless tops. I was asked to stop jumping around and also my mom started to force me to dress in a more feminine manner. I wasn’t thrilled about it but I realized I had to because the neighborhood aunties started to tell me to do so. I wasn’t taking their advise, I just wanted them to shut up.

And so the “Regulations and restrictions*?” Started. 

  • Don’t breathe too heavily, your breasts will attract attention.
  • Don’t run
  • Be discreet, no one should know you exist.
  • Don’t wear sleeveless clothes
  • Cover your legs.
  • Don’t be loud
  • Don’t let people know you have an opinion
  • Listen to everyone’s opinion.

I started to feel like people didn’t really want females to exist. They just needed them to do the housework.

But soon I realized it was not just females who had to go through this, sometimes males are forbidden to do something that they want to because it’s remotely related to something a female would do. A friend of mine loved to cook and he aspired to be a chef but his father was against is because he said and I quote, “Cooking and cleaning is the only job women have and I don’t want my son to lose his masculinity by mimicking a woman”.This will be shocking to a person who grew up in a place where equality prevails. But to any other person, this is nothing. 

I honestly feel that there are some men who wants to dress in pink, paint their nails and love flowers, and I think that it’s only fair that society let them be and not interfere in their personal choice with their narrow-minded and shallow thoughts. 

Let them be anything that they want. If you can’t support them, it’s ok. Just don’t stand in their way and stop them from being themselves. ❤

Image credits : Instagram


For a really long time I’ve been thinking about blogging again. I just never really got enough time. (Damn. That’s a lie. I got time I was just lazy) (Don’t judge). So anyways I’ve been thinking that I should start putting my thoughts into words. (But then now I’m realising that I don’t really have many thoughts).

Anyways.. I will be writting about everything that’s happened/happening/will happen.. Along with the pictures I click.

I hope this helps (me). 🙂