Step Into My Shoes..

2018 is going to be a complicated year. Here’s why. Last year, I had tried putting my Instagram profile on private. It lasted a few days before I decided privacy in social media isn't for me. For one, I am a story teller; I like telling stories about the places I have been to, things I love doing. Moreover, I have also found that I like people more when they are open about their lives in a balanced manner (which I believe is what I do). Now, my pictures are out there for anyone who cares to see. The question is, are there too many of them? This year, I have decided I will have a go at abstain-ism. Insta-stories have arrived just in the nick of time. I had resolutely resolved to not have any resolutions this year. My reason was, at this stage in life, you don’t have resolutions; you have checklists. But as the first month of the year is wearing down, my mind has been nagging me to set some resolutions, anything. Now here comes the complicated bit. As much as my mind...

"All your life you wait, and when it finally comes, and are you ready?" Along with December 2017 came a crushing realization that my resolutions for the year had remained only partly touched. I knew I still had a month but who was I kidding. My resolutions had wings and they had already perched themselves on the next year, impossible to achieve as they were in a mere four weeks' time. The mechanisms of my mind on the day the realization hit very hard will always remain a mystery to me but I remember feeling like a caged animal, desperate to do something, to find an escape from the helplessness. One of my resolutions had been to get inked. But hadn't that always been on my list, year after year? The first time, I wanted to have my name in Tengwar, just like Fernando Torres has. Then I wanted to get a clover (wishes, wishes). I also was keen on a tulip. Deathly Hallows perhaps? Ganesha, or a Saraswati Mantra. The options were plenty and not enough resolve. ...

That was Calvin at his sparkling best. Could we ever be so sure of ourselves? Are we perfect the way we are? Do we   think  we are perfect the way we are? Are we happy with what we are? My money is on no, most of us do not like the way we are. And hence we set resolutions every new year. If you are a Nepalese, you get this privilege twice a year. AD and BS both on our plates. This new year, I will quit drinking/smoking. I will start working out and get that fab-ab. I will start studying harder and get better grades. I will learn a certain musical instrument or some new skill. I will find a better job that I'll love. I will go for a vacation of a lifetime. I will spend more time with my family. I will find my soul mate. (May be I will make resolutions that I can fulfill) ....and so forth. And when we set resolutions, in paper or not, do we fulfill them? Do we try to fulfill them? And more importantly, do we even have the intention to ever ...