Musings by Taniya

In this self serving age of individualism and self discovery can 'You' and 'I' really ever become 'Us'?  Where my ego triumphs over our harmony and your needs trumps over our happiness? Where being selfish and unwilling to compromise is lauded by many, how can we ever adjust or attune to each other's needs? I am ecstatic on discovering how to love myself and you are learning to put yourself first. But didn't 'Us' get lost in the whirlwind of I, me and mine. When did we last have a conversation with empathy and sensitivity? When did we last not get defensive while flattering our egos? When did we last actively and actually talked and aspired to clear the fog in our minds and relationship?It is about me and it is about you, but when will it become about us. What do we do to reach a place where you and I can coexist and co-prosper?  Maybe you should talk and listen with open hearts and souls. Maybe I should listen and talk sans offense or defense. M...

LOVE  An emotion that's long controlled hearts, souls & sanity Simple yet so so complex Afraid to lose, yet brave enough to fight the world Effortlessly full of effort.  In the wrong hands, it drains our very essence  In the right heart, it overflows and blooms Sometimes it makes our eyes sore Yet can suddenly make our hearts soar. It can slowly encroach the stoniest of souls  Encompassing their whole being.  We lose ourselves in it Yet some find their life's purpose in it. You feel you are falling in love  But then it makes one feel like they are flying high!! Love can often shatter you into pieces But it's love that then puts us back together again.  We love each other blatantly and fully rarely can we love ourselves in equal measure. Love, it comes in all forms and matter. It slowly and steadily creeps in  And catches us all unaware. No one can escape its trap It ensnares the loneliest and the strongest of us all.

This above came as a forward a few days ago and it got me on a thinking rant that somehow went like this..... We say God doesn't exist Yet we try to play the God in someone else's life.  Karma is an illusion  Until it is serving us. We cry that the legal system are tools of the Elite  Until we become one ourselves,  And go onto play with those tools. We resent being controlled  But hate when called controlling. Humans are corruptible And experts at hypocrisy. We like to play the victim, But maybe in someone's story  we are the villain!!!! We judge, we criticize and we crush But we cry wolf when the same happens to us. We hate the bias and ostracism And then go onto shun those we consider beneath us. We preach punishment for others Yet cry foul while committing the same crime. We throw stones at others  Yet can't even handle a few harsh truths thrown our way. A mirror to our soul and truth Exposes our own hypocrisy and double gaze. We avert our eyes,...

One day, as our fathers, forefathers and mothers kept renouncing the generational gap, somebody woke up and chose violence. He/ she decided that it's high time we acknowledge and label different generations, hence the "" millennials "" came to be. A sad lost and hopeless generation, stuck between the past and present, analog and digital, artificial and organic, duty and love, wokeness and traditional. We have seen a lot of changes around but not within us. We saw food shift from natural homegrown to artificial and chemical laden. Now we search for overpriced, chemical-free and organic sustenance. We moved from rearing cattle with our parents to becoming lactose intolerant as we age. From postcards and letters we slowly came to perfunctory statuses and WhatsApp messages. From sleeping on chatai on rooftops with cousins in summers, we moved to air-conditioned isolation chambers. We spent our vacations playing on the roads and gullies with friends and cousins. No...

I am who I am!!!! I am my own with power over my choice I craft my destiny and make my life rules  I have my beliefs by which I live my life. I am who I am But you should be who I like you to be.... How dare you raise your voice! How dare you question me! How dare you walk the path unknown! How dare you stray from the path I decreed as your destiny!  How dare you believe you have a choice! How dare you believe you can think, speak or question!!! I am who I am  But do I really know what I am?  As days, nights and seasons pass I wilt and wait forever for the right moment,  when fate and luck works in my favour  and I courageously walk towards what I wanted for me. I am who I am  Boxed away in my own beliefs and ideals.  I yearn for a so-called freedom  But balk at the idea of free will and speech.  I impose my choices on others  And judge and execute those who undermine my authority  I say I wish for freedom But I revel in my hyp...

Who am I??? The question that pains us all.  We have forgotten who we are or have never dared to find out. We forget what we wanted and stood for and most of us never figure out what we are and what we wanna be. We just became what is desired by everyone around us so that we can sail through life smoothly and be praised for it. We put on a mask and it becomes the lens through which we start to see the world and the mask becomes our identity. It's easier to be stuck in the quagmire of routine than to muster the courage to remove the mask. But it starts to take a toll on us and we feel alone in the crowd but unbearable to be alone with ourselves. We spend days, weeks and years, or maybe a lifetime distracting ourselves from what we wanna be. We seek refuge in the higher power and soon the reality hits us that we are born into a religion and caste with no option of autonomous choice. We are taught to behave in a certain way, live a certain way, and believe in certain things. It's ...