The Acceptance Conundrum

“Acceptance”... on the face it... may seem like such a simple and ordinary word... but is a word that carry so much weightage. It’s something that we all crave for, something that we all want, but that’s difficult to come by. To love someone is to accept them for who they are, their flaws and their imperfections, their shortcomings, accepting them completely, loving the good and the not so good things about them.

But acceptance is such a difficult pill to swallow, something so difficult to do. So many struggle to find it, leaving them broken and damaged and fragile. Society doesn’t accept you when you fail to conform to societal norms. So you find yourself living at the fringe of society, an outcast, treated like a pariah, all because who we are is not what they want us to be, we don’t fit into their predefined conditions, we don’t follow their rules. So they box us and label us, treat us differently, call us names. And strangely, the boxes we find ourselves in, don’t really accept us if we don’t fit in their norms. So that leaves us hanging in limbo, in the twilight zone.

Parents find it difficult when their children don’t turn out to be what they want them to be, when their offspring chooses to walk down a different road and not the one they set for them. Often getting distraught, bordering the dramatic, wondering what wrong did they do, what sin did they commit to find themselves in such a predicament, effectively emotionally blackmailing their way, beating their children into submission, and in the end having it their way. Never realising they are a cause of many broken humans, many a broken homes, many a failed marriages, all because they thought they knew what’s best. Why can’t they act as guides, helping their children find their own way, pave their own path, be there to support them, to pick them when they fall, nudge them gently down the right path (and not pushing them down the path they perceive as right). Acceptance may not be an easy thing to do but then there’s always bonus points for making an effort.

But in the end, whether it’s society, or our parents, or even friends and the ones we love, the main culprit is us, the entire acceptance conundrum originates from us. So often we find it difficult to accept ourselves for who we are, hiding behind masks, a false pretence, letting others dictate our lives and who we become. We search for a normal never truly realising that we are normal, we have the strength and capability to work towards it. We shackle ourselves to an idea or normalcy, and hope for it, but then what is normal anyway in a world that’s so abnormally normal. We struggle to accept our needs, our wants, our desires, often being ashamed of our feelings, guilty of desires, taking us down a spiral of low self-esteem. We struggle to accept ourselves for who we are, who we are meant to be, what we feel, often leading to low self-esteem, a need to be accepted according to someone else’s norms. Often leading us to banish ourselves to the fringe of society, an outcast, but no rebel.

So in the end it all boils down to a self-acceptance, learning to accept ourselves for who we are. Learning to accept yourself is the first and the most important step, cause then the acceptance of anyone else wouldn’t really matter. Cause when you accept yourself, you learn to love yourself, and it’s only when you love yourself would you be able to love anyone else. 

.. and sometimes the Road wins

.. there are days when the road wins. Will this is the case most of the time rather than sometimes. But then that’s the way of a runner, conquer or be conquered, but keep that Josh high (so how’s the josh???) take each run as they come, trying to constantly remind yourself, baba this is off-season Training, so stop fucking grumbling about your pace, stop fretting about your sppppppeeeeeeeddddd!!!

So you drag your carcass out of bed, gulp down your coffee (black, no sugar), and pray to the weather gods, to the old gods and the new, the gods with many faces, the drowned gods, to show mercy, not make you bend your knee. But then they seem to be having none of it, and are hell bent to make your run tough. Any moment  you feel like you’re going to hear a loud cry “Dacarays”, and all the would be left of you would be a pile of ashes from dragon fire, aka poor Lord Varis (RIP). But then the sun and summer are doing such a banged up job, so there’s no need for Dragons and Dragon Queens. Damn looks like I have a bad case of GoT hangover and I still haven’t seen the last episode.

So you run in the heat, grumbling, grudgingly, trying your best to keep up with your buddy who seems to have awesome stamina (damn don’t tell her I said that, but shit she’ll read this). You two busy chatter away of runs and races, as the third stooge isn’t there to shush us, and grumble how much you two jabber.

So you run, and you run, and you continue to run, chattering away but then there’s a different story going on inside your head, inside you, where every part of body grumbles and complains, threatening to revolt, threatening mutiny, after all what did they do to deserve being tortured in the heat of summer. But still you continue to run, not wanting to bruise your ego (not just your toxic masculinity), not that it is bloated, just that you don’t want to be the one to give up. So you trudge on, till you finally have no other option but to walk. Till then you are drenched in your own sweat, looking like you’ve just stepped out of the shower with your runnings clothes on, or as if you just peed in your pants. But you are grateful you can walk even if you have to limp.

Now since our socially unfriendly Dyloooo started his run early, we make the most of his absence and just lighten up and be the social butterfly that we are. So in the end you have a good 18 under your belt, which you mar mar ke did. Today the road May have but not today, oops I mean not again, cause the Rodman remembers.

A Feast for the Senses

Your nose knows when you’ve reached your destination, and your tongue begins to water, as if on cue. It’s a feast for your senses and you get all caught up in it, all intoxicated by just whiff of whats coming your way.

Your eyes water from all the smoke, or may be it’s just tears of happiness seeing all the food that’s making your stomach to rumble and your tongue to salivate, it’s like you are in food heaven (well if your non-vegetarian, the vegetarians can stick to the sweet meat). It like your eyes and tongue are having a competition with each other with regard to whom can shed the most liquid. Your sensory seem to be working over time as your eyes Feast on the sights of rows of malai chicken, chicken tikkas, hara bara kebabs, tandoori chickens, causing your mouth to water, leaving you wondering ab main kya kaho?

The stacks of pherni, white and yellow, another idli like delicacy (who’s name I don’t know) satiates your sweet tooth, and serve for does who don’t have a stomach for the street spread that’s there, for the vegetarian. Not to leave out the those deliciously tempting maalpoa, floating in the oil (this is no place for the figure conscious, the health conscious), like little yellow splosh, sizzling as it fried in deep oil as you try to get it all on camera, trying not to drool over it. 

So its your diet out of the window, forgotten for the day. It’s time to enjoy yourself, and savour what’s laid in front of you, let your senses Feast. So it’s Feast now, fret later. Don’t you worry you’ll find a way to loose those inches, kilos you piled on.

It’s a literal melting pot. People busy preparing the delicacies over the coal, over chulas, sweating out on a hot summer’s evening and over their grills. And the people sweating from all the heat and the smoke but not bothering about it at all just enjoying their food. It’s a melting pot of people from all walks of life, from all strata of society, melding together, being fused together. More than people opening their roza, you have people of every religion, people of every age, office goers, college kids, school kids, grandmothers, housewives, all together in one place. Busy trying to capture every moment, every delicacy, every selfie. Thankfully the street ain’t too crowded today.

People busy munching away, people savouring every dish, people buying, haggling, clicking photos and selfies, beggars tugging at your clothes begging for cash to spare, or food to share. Everywhere you are people taking I the food and experience. So when you leave you leave with a belly full with good food and head filled with good memories, which is indeed a Feast for the senses.

Summer’s in the Park... Runner’s Diaries

When most of the city has retreated to cooler climates, exotic locales, beaches,  we fools take to the park to continue with our off-season training. And it seems like the park is happy to see us, tired from all the  cannodling couples, lukka kids with their cameras and selfies, and many morons who get their vehicles and come to the park (talk about the irony). Nature has laid down a carpet of yellow to welcome you.

The trees are In full bloom with their , yellow, orange, pinks, purples and white, the colours of summer, making the park bursting with a riot of colours. Not to forget the runners and walkers have their own colourful attire.

As you run, there’s a cool breeze in the air that lightly caresses your face, keeping you cool from the harshness of the weather outside, from the highway that passes outside the park. And further you get from the concrete jungle, and into nature, the cooler the weather, the fresher the air, except when you come to Kanheri when you once again feel the heat, not just of the weather but of the climb also. So you have some hot patches (not because of a hot runner Running there), and the challenge of the slope.

The trees in all their colourful glory, though some stripped off and standing there bare, naked and brown, lining up the road, often overarching it, promising to protect you from the harshness of the sun, keeping it nice cool, for summer. 

The cloudy skies too seem to be doing their bit, trying it’s best to dilute the harshness of the season trying its best not to heat the weather. But the great and mighty sun would have none of it, peeping through the clouds, bursting through the trees. But the Sun’s intention is not to make you cower before it, or bring you to your knees, but to show you what stuff you are made off, to make you stronger and fitter, more resilient, as you face more adverse conditions like the hot and humid condition of mumbai weather. 

So as you go, you listen to the sounds of nature, the music that it has prepared for you, the gentle rhythm, the blended harmonies, of the breeze, rustling through the leaves, the chirping of the birds and the crickets, nature’s very own music, the soundtrack for your run, so often drowning out your chatter.

So you try to keep up with the chatter and the pace, trying to weather the heat of summer, the rolling terrain, while navigating the slopes, as primates blankly stare your way, wondering what these humans are upto, torturing themselves in the summer heat. You’re glad for the light breeze on your face, as much as you are for the company, for the colours that burst through the foliage, hiding away the concrete you left behind. The only concrete you see is the one beneath your feet.

So no matter how the weather maybe outside, the weather inside will be pleasant, albeit a bit challenging as the morning wears on. But no matter the weather, the park will always the place to be, to hideaway from the summer’s heat, to escape the air that’s been polluted, from the concrete jungle, into the arms of nature and all the challenges it has to offer. So come the weekend, come summer (or any weather, or climate), you’ll find this boy, and his friends, running, chirping and chattering away, in the park.

What are you looking for???... Life on the app

They: So what are you looking for???

Me: Errr... next question please!!!

Questions you squirm to answer, questions you dread to answer, questions you would rather avoid (if you don’t really know the answer), but something that you’ll always be asked. That’s life on an app.

When you find yourself on a dating app, this is the one question you can never avoid. You can try to run away from it but cannot hide from it. At some point in time you’ll be asked about it. Like an interview question you’ll find yourself answering it. You’ll need to find the answer to it.

And there’s nothing wrong with the question, after all they just want to know your intention is and if it matches what they are looking for. But then let’s face it, everyone on the app wants be laid or get laid, someway or the other,  whether they agree or not, or choose to deny it or say otherwise. So whether you’re looking for a relationship, or even coffee and conversations, everything leads to the bed, to fuck and be fucked (to put it a bit bluntly), after all we are human, and urges and desires are a part of who we are, a need for a physical touch, a physical presence, an emotion. 

So there’s nothing wrong with desiring it outrightly mentioning it. Even if you go with the flow, all roads on the app leads to sex, or to put it mildly, getting physical. So get off your high horse and learn to spell out what you are looking for.

As for me, if I were to be asked it for the nth time, I am gonna quip, well I am looking for a million dollar, or may be billions, maybe a penthouse, designer clothes and luxuries, do you know anyone who could enable it 😉.

Vienna waits for you...

Wake up you crazy boy

You’ve been thinking

Way ahead of your time

If only you could only learn

How to slow down,

You’ve got to slow down 

Things never turn out 

The way you want them to be 

They may not happen 

The way you thought they would be

When would you change 

your overthinking ways 

When would you realise 

Vienna waits for you

What’s up you lonely boy

You loved and you lost 

Bruising your heart and soul

Too afraid to fall in love once more 

But still hoping to fall in love once more

It may not be entirely your fault

Though you seem to blame yourself a lot 

When would you realise 

You’re not alone to blame

When would you realise 

Vienna waits for you

Hey boy you’re a lonely soul

Afraid to grow old all alone

Not wanting to be caught 

in the rain all alone

Drenched to the bone

You hope to find love once again

But then hoping for a reset all over again

When would you learn 

to give love a chance

When would you realise 

Vienna waits for you

Hey you confused soul

You tried to meet others

But you pined for the old

You’re just not good at the dating game

Even when your tried to play the game

Though you tried to meet someone

Then you got ahead of yourself

And wondered if they were the one

You got to learn to slow down

And stop thinking ahead of yourself

When would you realise

Vienna waits for you

You’ve got your passion

You’ve got your pride 

You got to learn to be patient 

Make good use of your time

You got learn to take your time

You’ll be rewarded in time

Things don’t always happen in a snap 

So be patient don’t get caught in nap

Don’t let life pass you by

Or you’ll never know why

When would you realise

Vienna waits for you

You’ve got to learn to love

You’ve got to learn to trust 

You got to believe in yourself

And your ability to love

Love will find a way to you

When  would you realise 

Vienna waits for you

Unconditionally

Everything had to be perfect, everything had to be the way he liked it, not necessarily it was the way he wanted it, in fact he hated being fussed upon. But she was his mother and she wouldn’t have it any other way for him, other than the way he liked it.

He would be here at any moment, he phoned from the airport, the moment his plane landed, when he was able to switch on his phone, and then again when he completed with his customs check. His flight was on time and custom checks had been smooth, so be would be here soon.

She was giddy with excitement, giddy with anticipation. There was so much to do, and so little time, he would be here soon and she wanted everything to be perfect for him. She gotten his room cleaned, changed the sheets, the curtains, et.al. Fresh new sheets had been laid on his bed, the pillow cases changed and the pillows fluffed. She also draped the room with new curtains. She knew he was allergic to dust (after all she was his mother), so she had to have the room spic and span. Ah had spent the past few days ordering the servant, directing her, supervising her, ensuring everything was in place and ready.

She was preparing his favourite food, she could have the cook do it, but she wouldn’t have him eat food prepared by anyone else but her. God knows what he had been eating for all those years he had been living abroad. So she was pulling double duty, or was it triple, she lost count.

For the longest time it had between just the two them, ever since her husband’s passing. And now he had some news for her that he couldn’t wait to share with her but would do this in person. Now she was really excited at what he had to tell her, what news he bore. He had teased her for being old fashioned, for being technologically challenged. But she was comfortable that way.

She sensed him as his cab pulled into the driveway of their small little house. Call it a mother’s intuition, or some filmy effect. She hugged him tight and kissed him the moment she saw him. No matter how Big he may be, he would always be her baby. He had not come alone, a friend has come with him, a young handsome man who maybe a couple of years older than him. 

“Maa,” he said introducing his companion to her, “meet my partner Suraj”. She smiled and welcomed his friend, not really understanding what he had just told her. “Suraj and I have recently got engaged and would like to settle down together,” he said slowly, measuring each word he shared, trying to study her reaction.

For moment she was speechless, she didn’t know how to react. This was not what she had expected. She may have been old fashion, but her thinking wasn’t. If this was who he was, this was who he choose to be, whom he chose to be with, then so be with. If he was happy this way, she would be happy for him. She loved him no matter what, she loved him unconditionally. And this was a part of him and she accepted him, unconditionally.

She smiled and hugged his fiancé, kissing him on the forehead, like she would for her own, welcoming him into the family. She slapped her son for taking such a big decision and not telling her. All he could to do is hug her and burst into tears. She hugged him back, hugged him like she had hugged him the day he was born, tenderly and with love. She pulled her new son and hugged him too, one big hug, one big group hug, filled with love. This was her family.

She spent the rest of the day getting to know her new son and how they met, totally pampering him, dotting him. That day she may waited for one son, but got two in return. 

The Heart of a Mother

She carried you 9 months in her womb

She’ll carry you the rest of your life 

In her heart

She’ll love you tomorrow 

Like she loves you today

And she’ll love you that way

And even more, for all the years to come

Till the end of time and beyond

That’s the heart of a Mother

It’s warm, it’s huge

It can accommodate you

For the rest of your life

She’ll love you unconditionally 

She’ll love you no matter what 

No matter who you are

No matter who you become

No matter who you choose to be

She’ll love you for all eternity 

That’s the heart of a mother

She needn’t be the one who birthed you

But she’ll love you just the same

She’ll love you like her own

She may not have a title, 

Or share a relationship 

That’s binds you in a bond

Of that of a mother and child

But she’ll love you like one of her own

And though you may say

She’s like a mother to me

Deep down you know

She’ll always be a mother to you

No matter the label

She your mother too

Cause that’s the heart of a mother

You meet her every step of the way

Every moment of your day

Showing you how to balance life 

How to balance different roles 

How to do it with aplomb

And manage to keep time for themselves 

To excel at what they do 

Along with being a mother

She’ll inspire you, she’ll move you

She’ll teach you

She’ll show what strength looks like

That strong can beautiful 

She’s your bestie, your colleague

A friend who inspires you

A senior, someone you love and respect

You aspire to be likebv

With all you heart

Someone who shows you the rope

Shows you how’s it done

But at the same time continue to love

Cause that’s the heart of a mother

So in the end your grateful

For having her as a part of your life

Playing a very important part

One you couldn’t do without

One you don’t want to to ever imagine

You know no matter what you do

You’ll never be able to do

What she’s done for you

To measure what it means to you

All you can do is to show her

What she means to you

To love her with all your heart 

But you may love as much she loves you

But in the end you’ll always reside in hers

Cause that’s the heart of a mother

Taking Chances

Take the chance

And do the dance

Rather than standing at the edge

Wondering what would be

It’s time to let go

And let yourself soar

Rather than standing there being unsure

Fly away, fly away from things you fear

To safer shores

Where you feel like home

Take chance on life

Let yourself go

The world maybe filled with fools

But then aren’t you one too

So go out there and explore

With someone or by yourself

But go out there and see the world

Explore it, make the most of it

The world is out there waiting for you

So go and have an adventure 

Even if you have go it alone, then so be it

You never know what you could discover 

When you travel to parts unknown

You may discover yourself

So take a chance on the world

Your hearts been bruised

Leaving you a lonely fool

That don’t mean 

You don’t give love another chance

To go out there and love 

There’ll be fools you’ll meet

Cause there’s quite a few out there

There would others 

Who would just want 

The pleasures of the flesh

But then sometimes

that’s what you want too

The company, a human touch

Someone to talk to, someone to listen to

Then there will be those

Who you may fall in love with

But whose friendship you’d cherish

But then you’ll have to be patient 

And take your time

Cause it’s easy to think 

you’ve fallen in love

Without knowing if they are the one

So continue to kiss the frog

Till you find the one

Take a chance on finding true love

So take the chance and do the dance

You have just one life to live

Unless you believe in reincarnation 

But what happens if you come back

As a plant or an animal

Or even a mosquito or fly

So now is all you’ve got 

So take the chance 

On the one you have

Well Hello... Mr. Loneliness

Hey Loneliness my old friend! Looks like we meet again! But then you were never ever gone, with me all along. So how are you doing? When would you be leaving? Don’t you have other better things to do, instead of wanting to do you? Like an uninvited guest you’ve overstayed your welcome (but in the first place when were you ever welcomed), so when would you be packing your bag and leaving, cause you’re the one thing I don’t need even if I ain’t grieving.

Like a lover you refuse to leave my side, if that’s case I would rather love than have you by my side, and if there were a lover then there would be no other to leave me lonely alone. 

Aren’t there others to stalk, more deserving candidates that I am not. Why don’t you give them a short, as you’ve done for me, to get to know you really well from all the time we’ve spent, hopefully not birds of a feather, cause there’s no way I would want us to flock together. 

Isn’t there a poor soul out there who deserves to be more lonelier than me (though I really pray not). Don’t you think it’s time we move on, to better things in life, though I wonder and shudder thinking what would be better for you. 

If you love me then why do you hurt me? Why do you revel in the agony of cutting me and leaving me bleeding. Such torture, I say, is sadistic, unbecoming of a lover. But then you’re unlike any lover, you’ll just laugh as I lay there bleeding, leaving me to wonder what pleasure do you get from doing so? What high do you get from making me feel low and alone. 

May be it’s time we take a break from each other, not the Ross and Rachel kind, a real kind of break, let’s say forever. Try to find another, to say goodbye to each other. To bid farewell, not for a while or a mile, but for all time to come. I really hope we don’t see each other... ever.

What’s your Story... Morning Glory

There’s a story in all of us, each unique, each different from the other, cause no two stories will ever be the same, cause no two Storytellers will tell a story the same way, cause no Storyteller are the same, they’ll always bring their flavour into the equation.

Every life has a story, and every story needs to be told, every story needs to be be heard. No story is too great or too small, or insignificant. You may feel your story ain’t what legends are made of, nothing to write home about, nothing to inspire, or shining example. But then what we may feel insignificant maybe the hope that someone may need, the ray of hope in the dark sky.

Through the highs and lows and ups and downs, we script our stories. Through the decisions we take, the choices we make, our preferences, our orientation, the way we liv our lives, we write our stories, we shape our narratives, our lives. Our every experience decides the stories we tell, the life we live.

So don’t be afraid to tell your story, to let it be heard. Your story is unique, your story is you, unlike any other story being told, being lived. No matter how insignificant you may feel, your story deserves to be heard, no life is insignificant, no matter how big or small. Every life matters, every story deserves to be told, to be heard.

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” - Maya Angelou

Run like a Child... the Joy of Running

Sometimes you’ve got to slow down to really learn to appreciate life and its finer points. And this goes for running too. We are all caught up in improving forms, achieving podiums and PBs, running races for medals and timings, that we forget the joy of running, forget the joy that running brings.

Today ran 5 kms, but ran one of the best 5 kms of my life. No didn’t achieve a PB but i did achieve a PH, I.e. personal happiness, and that’s all because the company I had, the brilliant pacers that paced me throughout the five kms, those awesome lil runners.

So we ran with unbridled joy,hi-fiveing, chitchatting and cheering runners irrespective of age, or the group they ran with. I learned some running moves they teach at football coaching. We constantly chatted the whole way, petted doggies on the way, clicked loads of selfies, and all this without the energy dipping much, the Josh was indeed high. They brought smiles on people’s face that passed by, they ran, jogged, brisk walked, cheering people on, giving them thumbs up, telling me (as opposed to asking me) the breed of the dog we passed by, every dog we petted. Every km was met with a huge cheer, a big achievement. Their enthusiasm was was contagious, affecting those who saw them, their joy was pure, making you wonder where did we loose this joy in all the numbers we keep chasing, all the races we keep chasing, we keep running.

Today these little ones showed me that there’s joy to be found in running, a happiness, an excitement we seemed to have lost as we started taking running more seriously, chasing timings and PBs and medals and podiums and all the glam sham that goes with it. We seemed to have lost this joy, it’s time we reclaim this joy back. 

Got to thank these lil ones for showing what’s the joy for running, how to run like a child with unbridled joy, to find happiness in every step, to spread happiness and cheer with every step. Thank you lil ones, cause I know I had the time of my life, in those 5 kms I felt I ran an ultra, in an awesomely good way. Thank you lil ones, thank you from the bottom of my heart.

How to Save a Life... a Platelet at a time

You don’t have to be a superhero or doctor to know how to save a life. You’ve been blessed with a good healthy body, and if you have taken care of what you have been given then you have an opportunity of giving back for what you have been blessed with. The relationship that I shared with Cancer was one of the reason I decided to donate platelets, when the doctors from TATA Memorial visited the office jumped at the opportunity to make a difference.

But nothing could prepare you as you step in the hospital. The air is heavy with despair, pain, sorrow, a sense of resignation, but despite this bleakness there’s a sense of hope, faith, a yearning for a miracle, praying for a miracle. You’re moved by the sight and the plight of patients, their families, their support systems, realising that couple of years ago, this would have been you, this would have been your plight. So you’re fighting back the tears, that lump in your throat that you try to force down, so that it doesn’t materialise and bring you to tears.

So you make it down the hallways, pass patients awaiting their turn, with the IV line le in their hand, their faces blank, numbed from the pain, numbed from the despair. So make it pass them trying not stare, trying hard not to cry. You rush to the lift and take to the floor where the blood bank lies.

You patiently await your turn as the doctors and technicians prepare the unit for you. Through your nervousness you try to make conversation with the cheerful girl who has handed you the form. You wince as the needle pierces your skin and goes through your vein as the tubes begin to fill with your blood which keeps going back and forth, trying to extract the platelets from it. You try to recollect the instructions that the doctor gave, when the cuff tightens, you begin to squeeze ball so that it increases the pumping of the blood, and stop when it begins to loosens. And there was something about the lights and the flow of blood.

You fight back sleep, and the urge to chat, because with move you feel the needle move in your vein, causing you wince with discomfort. But you know it’s a noble cause, so you suck it all in, your discomfort is nothing compared to that what the patient goes through, and your small act goes a long in saving lives.

So after an hour, once the procedure is complete, and your platelets have been extracted from your blood, you try to fight off the dizziness you feel, you try learn more about platelets donation from the doctors, who willing oblige and respond to your pesky questions. You realise that though this is your first, your fellow donors have have done this a number of time before, and doing it on regular basis, after the prescribed period, encouraging you to do the same.

So you leave the blood bank with your head held high, albeit a bit dizzy, with a feeling of optimism, a feeling of hope, knowing that your small act will go a long way in saving lives.

Some important facts:

1. One donation saves at least two lives.
2. Platelets are made in the bone marrow. There are no man made or synthetic substitutes for platelets.
3. One drop of blood consists of 250 thousand platelets.
4. Platelets are manufactured at the rate of 200 millions a day.
5. Leukaemia patients require more 20 platelets transfusion  
   
   
   
   
   

The Burning Desire Confliction

Desires are something we all have, we all crave. That of the flesh is something we need, something we all go through, unless one has taken a vow of celibacy, or has attained nirvana from all desires. Maybe it has its basis in the need to procreate, to spread the family tree. But then not all physical desire is based on the need to procreate, to sow your wild oats, to phoolo falooo, extend the family line. At times you have physical desires simply because you crave for them, no strings attached.

Sometimes you face this intense desire for physical intimacy, for the pleasure of the flesh, to fuck or be fucked (to put it a little crudely), depending your preference, your orientation, which can squarely be blamed on raging hormones, can be labelled as horniness, nymphomaniac. Or it can be blamed on our loneliness and our need to have a physical intimacy.

But the question is, is it wrong to be horny? Is it wrong to desire a physical pleasure without having any meaning attached to it? It’s easy to label these desires as slutty, to blame it on loose characters, to look down up on them, to bottle them up, and never let them out. But is there anything wrong to crave a physical intimacy without meaning, without any strings attached, for hook ups and meaningless sex? It’s easy to judge others but difficult when one goes through the same thing, the same craving, the same unshakeable burning desire.

There’s nothing really wrong with giving into these desires, to date causally, to harmless flirting, to hooking up, to one night stands. After all we are all consenting adults, and anything done with consent and in safety, has nothing wrong with it. In fact repressing desires may create more trouble in the future. If done safely, and if it’s what you want, there’s nothing wrong to give into your burning desires, you physical needs and wants. There’s nothing wrong in giving a release to the sexual tension that reside within you, other than a self gratification. Gone are the days for saving your self for your wedding night, saving yourself for the right person.

You can give into your burning desires and not think too much about it, but taking enough of precautions, using protection, consenting and keep it within limits. It’s easy to go overboard, but then everything has a limit, never try to cross them. So in the end, it’s all upto you, what you want and you ready to give into you desires, to give yourself a release.