To All the ‘Me’s I’ve Been Before

The ‘me’s I have been were all not so hard to handle, except that since they didn’t come with a manual, no one tried to understand how to. Perhaps I still am a strange creature to some. A mystery whose answer lies right at their fingertips.

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I have owned and nurtured a vast variety of ‘me’s under the same skin I wear today. The ones which were vibrant and brimming with life. The ones with empty eyes. The ones whose hearts sang, the ones who wanted to touch the sky, and the ones who lumbered in the shadows. All my pasts, and all pieces of my present.

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To all the ‘me’s I’ve been before, I love you. All those bruises you gave me, I tried to wear them the way the other girls wear makeup. I squirm at the stupid things you did, the terrible things you said, and I laugh at how the ugliness of your persons make you all the more beautiful. And I mourn at the fact that I can never go back, I can’t sail away into the easier world you lived in.

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I dream of the lives of the ‘me’s I left behind, and I recoil at the same thought sometimes. To all the ‘me’s I was before, I don’t love you all the time, through all things, but I would never trade anything for the messy past you wrote for me. So many things about you I still don’t understand.

Maybe I went and stupidly rummaged through your personalities to find my own, and it was just scarier than I expected to find myself unlike all of you. But when I brush my fingers against yours, I realise that so much of what I am is what I have been.

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The Thought Behind Born Free

Written as part of HARPs Round 5
Team: Butterfly, Points: 3+8+2=13

What I want to share with you today is unlike what I usually post. I’ve seen many ‘identity crisises’ going on around the blogosphere, and that has gotten me thinking- what is the identity of my blog?

The reason my blog is called Born Free was initially this- my name itself means free, and I was raised with constant reminders that I was free to decide my course in life and make my own choices.

But perhaps there’s more to the name than just that.

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At a time that feels like so long ago, I used to think that I was misinterpreted and that I was a part some race of people that was impossible to comprehend. And regardless of the fact that I didn’t understand myself in the first place – and probably still don’t – I chose to sulk about how others didn’t understand my mind.

Without having unearthed what was beneath my skin on my own, I convinced myself that this world was full of insolent, selfish jerks who would never try to look at me as I ‘truly was’. Perhaps that’s an exaggeration on the point, but that is what I thought, plain and clear.

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But I can say that time has removed the jagged edges to those thoughts.

My life was never hard. My family and friends and environment saw to that. Well, more accurate than saying it wasn’t hard is to say that it was easy.
Everything came easily to me, I had everything I needed to live a good, content life. And today I can see that the insolence and the selfishness was not in the world that I thought didn’t understand me, but in me.

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So many people in this world are suffering and I chose to wrap myself in a cloak of troubles I had never faced! My life was such a good one and still, I would write of unreasonable gloom when I should’ve been grateful for that perfectly good life!
I should’ve stopped sulking and stepped out into this beautiful world. I should’ve broken out of my cocoon and have realised that I was a butterfly, and plunged headfirst into the world, powered by optimism. I should’ve stopped feeling lost and tried to find myself.

And that is why I want to do more than vent out pointless feelings. I want to acknowledge and spread and create beauty. I want to show my long-gone former self that I did not come to life to be someone who simply sat and complained at nonexistent problems. I want to be more than that.
I was born with hopes and dreams and a chance to make something good from my days. And you were too.

That is why we are born free, me and you.

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Our Ironic World

You know, just the other day, I was thinking about how wrong everything is. Society is messed up, the world is an avenue of hate, the people are egoistic and vain and crude, and everything is so endlessly and unconditionally wrong.

But as it turns out, our world is an ironic place. Evil comes with good, lies come with truth, and wrong comes with right. That’s just the way things are.

Since the beginning of our kind we have done so much. We have organised ourselves, set up our own worlds, we have recognised beauty and created it. We’ve come here and done things.

Even the simplest things you see around you are society’s doing. The world is as much our creation as it is nature’s. You reading this, and me writing it; there is always someone to thank for the most casual things.

So I feel that sometimes, even though it is most definitely messed up, society needs to be reminded less of what it’s done wrong, and more of what it’s done right.

Happy New Day

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I know I’m insane as much as you do, but yes.
I don’t approve of new year resolutions because they don’t help me in any way.

The whole point of resolutions is to implement things that can make the year better. At least, that’s what most people think. But they don’t seem to figure that aiming at something too far to reach, especially when it is a resolution, is not very likely to be accomplished.

When you make unreachable promises, you become subject to sheer pressure. That makes you subconsciously think that it is a job. Now, resolutions are supposed to be things we want to do, not things we have to do. This pressure makes the task tedious, and WHO wants to do something excessively ambitious and boring?

It isn’t bad to have ambitious goals. But I have been wondering why people think change is only needed when the new year begins.

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Every day is new.

A small, easy-to-accomplish goal set for each day is way better than an unreachable, overambitious new year resolution.

The dawn of a new day is worth celebrating. It is worth remembering that god has given us a precious life, of which every day is valuable. So why not give Him a promise, a resolution, that you will do something new everyday?

Learning something every day doesn’t mean pouring over school books, trying to scrape out something you don’t know to add to your brain’s contents. Doing something else, something you haven’t done before is also a part of learning.

So today, I resolve to

  • Go cycling.
  • Do a bit of watercolor painting.
  • Write poetry.
  • Practice hand lettering.
  • Hunt for new fonts.
  • Learn new Photoshop techniques.

New day resolutions don’t have to change your life. They just have to be things you want to include in your routine and will go against all odds to accomplish.

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Will YOU resolve to do something today?
Have you ever been under serious resolution pressure?

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Why Do We Hate Slytherin?

*MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS*

Harry gripped the edges of the stool and thought, Not Slytherin, not Slytherin.

Since Harry’s Sorting Ceremony, we held the mistaken belief that Slytherin was a house of dark magic. Why’d we even think of showing favor to a house our hero himself loathed? So, at every mention of Slytherin, we scowled in our minds.

Yes, we all agree that some Slytherins we know were no more than foul, loathsome, evil little cockroaches. For an instance, Lord Voldemort. He terrorized and tortured the wizarding world, resulting in people being so terrified of him that they wouldn’t even call him by his name. And most people, when we talk about Slytherin on the positive side, would think of Severus Snape.

Albus Severus, you were named for two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew.

When we think of Slytherin as evil, we picture Moldy Voldy. When we think of it on the brighter side, Snape comes into our heads. But there are many who are, when Slytherin comes into thought, footnotes.

Okay, let’s face it, Draco Malfoy was a doubtless jerk in the books. His mannerisms and speech just made it clear that he was out there to harass the trio. But people change. The way Draco acted was because of the way he was brought up. He came to realize when he grew that he hadn’t really been a good person. Here’s what JK Rowling has to say about Draco.

[…] hints at a wish for something other than wealth, perhaps even the wish to be a better man. I have high hopes that he will raise Scorpius to be a much kinder and more tolerant Malfoy than he was in his own youth.
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And oh, how can we forget our enemy for life, Dolores Umbridge? If you ask me, she was a pig in heels (not to be rude, but we all think that way, don’t we?).

Aren’t we all forgetting that before Harry entered Hogwarts, Slytherin had won the House Cup six times in a row? Their strong ambition doesn’t prove them bad at achieving things.

Think of Regulus Black, Sirius Black’s brother. He spent his life trying to hunt down and destroy Salazar Slytherin’s locket, one of Voldemort’s Horcruxes. We have Andromeda Tonks and Horace Slughorn, both Slytherins. We haven’t really hated those guys, have we?

Taken from Pottermore’s resources, we come to know that Merlin himself was a Slytherin. Till date, the Order of Merlin is an award given to a wizard or witch for an impressive accomplishment.

Our eternal rivalry against what we think is the Dark House is just a misconception. I may not be the best at explaining it, but won’t you believe Rowling herself?
Pottermore tells you 6 reasons why it’s great to be a Slytherin and why Hogwarts needs Slytherin house.

If you’re one of the Slytherin rebels, you’re fighting against the wrong thing. They say one rotten apple can spoil the lot, but at the end of the day, the other apples are still good ones. Just because Voldy was a horrible old chap doesn’t make the entire house spoilt. Yes, most Death Eaters were Slytherins. Yes, most twits were Slytherins. But without Slytherin, Harry Potter just wouldn’t be the same.

We all know it.

~Mukta@ Born Free

Vernacular Muddle

Hello there! Today I’m going to… well, maybe I won’t reveal it right now. Read till the end, my friend, and then try to guess what this was all about 🙂


In our area, an area that looked as calm as calmness, as serene as the sea, resided Bakaraj, one of the most promising policeman in the locality.

This is what got me confused. I, Sukhasana, read this over and over countless times. My father, who was a promising author, had a diary of his childhood, which I accepted with glee when he presented it to me. I am much of a vigorous reader, though I don’t like to endorse in happy-go-lucky fairy tales and more of such. I like action! I like suspense! And what I like most of all is getting surprised. I love it when something completely unexpected happens in a story. But looks like my dad’s life was as ordinary as any ordinary person’s, and he only just used much inflated language. So I got more and more bored as a page passed by.

I got such grand scores in our monthly examination that the teacher appreciated me twice each day, for more than a week. I was not very surprised. I still remember the time that I passed with 101% in English thanks to the immense favour the examiner had laid upon me. Continue reading Vernacular Muddle