They are not me

Today i learnt that people were not hard by nature

they were taught that being hard was the only choice they had to survive

“man up or be beat by others in life” 

“everything’s a competition”

“lose out once and you’d lose out in life”

something that played in every single thing they did

something that resonated with me in every single thing i did

“don’t try to be an overachiever” they told me

“you were never cut out for this” glaringly

but when my heart hardens

I hate the person I see

I learnt from that day on not to listen to what they have to say about me

because they fail to realize

that with good faith and hell lot of hard work

everything is possible when you believe

and nothing really matters

if they are not me 


xx cal


My Godma never fails to amaze me

I hope I never stop chasing everything I have hoped and envisioned myself to be as a person. It is easier said than done to always want to be the better person in times of anger, distrust and sadness. Some people achieve great things, they get a great career, but what is the point of achieving all of this when you disregard relationships at such a cost?

My Godma told me today, “Some people are afraid to leave a relationship, because they are afraid of starting over again. It’s too tiring, to start from scratch.

“I hope you don’t think I’m that sort of person.” I said.

I know, you aren’t that kind of person.” She replied, leaving me smiling from ear to ear. “Headstrong”.

Priorities may change along the way but I hope I never lose sight of what is really important. May I never cease putting my relationships to the people I love above my success in a career.

Thank you for your never ending words of wisdom.

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you cannot win a fight against someone’s perception

Nine times out of ten, an argument ends with each of the contestants more firmly convinced than ever that he is absolutely right.

You can’t win an argument. You can’t because if you lose it, you lose it; and if you win it, you lose it. Why? Well, suppose you triumph over the other man and shoot his argument full of holes and prove that he is non compos mentis. Then what? You will feel fine. But what about him? You have made him feel inferior. You have hurt his pride. He will resent your triumph. And –

“A man convinced against his will

“Is of the same opinion still.”


The blind man and Humanity

As the sun set, Danny felt his heart stiffen as he remembered the price he has to pay. Having to go home empty handed would usually end up in hot red hand marks on his skin before being sent to a stack of hay or a cardboard box starving. He was the oldest of his siblings, and his mother had sent him out to the parapet to steal from the blind man who begged on sixth street.

She was a dreamer in her glory days. Full of light, aspirations, hopes and dreams for the future. No one knew what ruined her, or shrank her down to the size of morality she possessed today. Speculation from the other men of the nights she spent with nearby said a broken heart had left her that way. Jilted and in pain. An easy target to help others pass the days by with ease, at a cost, of course.

It’s not his territory anyway!” She hissed. “We’ve been here for six years. He? A measly three days and he dares stay on?The money he begs and gets are rightfully mine!” She cried mid sentence choking with anger on a joint she had just lit, playfully blowing circles in the air flicking grey ash on her makeshift separator. Danny knew what that tone meant. It meant business.

He stood by the road in silence, six feet away from the man who not only wore sunglasses, but also knelt begging to be fed as passerby’s walked. As Danny watched his metallic bowl clink with each coin, he thought to himself, “Mother will be pleased if I could get another coin. It could mean one more slice of bread for us.” He thought to himself. The man was blind and surely, it would be easy to get all those coins. Swiftly and quickly, he thought. But each time Danny reached out to snatch the bowl, a little voice inside him stopped him. “Was it right to deny someone of a livelihood?” He struggled to understand logically how the situation panned out as he sat down a few steps away from the blind man, his heart in knots and his stomach growling. For the next few hours he stood and reached, but could never get closer to touch the blind man’s bowl.

When the evening set, he got up in defeat, fear of the punishment that awaited, engulfed him wholly. “Maybe I should tell mother that the man had not been on sixth street today.” He thought to himself, as maybe that was the only way he could be saved. Danny was deep in thoughts and heaved a sigh of his impending doom. As he walked by, the blind man removed his glasses, leaving Danny shocked and bewildered.It couldn’t be!

He stared into Danny’s eyes as he thrust the bowl of coins into Danny’s arms and said,

“Integrity. Young man. That’s what’s lacking with the world nowadays.

I am not blind. I only beg for the sake of what is left of humanity.”