Is Hobby Pointless?

“Pursuing a hobby is the rich peoples’ business”

Well, that’s what every middle-class parent in India think. They think that hobbies are a waste of their child’s precious time and their hard-earned money. Parents wish for their child to have only one hobby i.e studying. As that hobby will land them a good job and provide them with bread and butter for the family.

We often hear many success stories of people where their hobbies paved their way to success and took them from rags to riches.

An entrepreneur from Chicago turned his gardening hobby into a multi-dollar business and another female entrepreneur turned her hobby of sewing pillows into million dollar business idea.

It is not necessary to have a hobby which keeps our pocket full. It is completely fine if someone doesn’t earn any money from it, but what’s more important is that it should feed your soul.

A hobby is something people do when they are not working. It is something they do for themselves, not for the society, or for money, or for any other constraints humanity has imposed on them. It could be something as small as collecting stamps or as big as making expensive jewelry. No matter, how big or small, a hobby is the “passion for life”.

Apart from the spiritual soothing, it is also good for mental health. It is a great way to relieve stress and do something productive and creative in the leisure time.
Socially, it is a boon for the ‘socially awkward’ people as it is a verified way to meet new people sharing the same passion.

Economically, having a hobby doesn’t hurt the wallet. For eg, if someone has a passion for painting, then he never needs to buy a painting from the market, instead, he can do it himself.

So, all in all, a hobby is not pointless at all. Now, is it?

Make it on Your Own

Instead of finding an escalator,

I chose to become my own ladder.

I don’t owe anyone, anything.

I don’t mind giving credits,

I just don’t “have” to.

I have made it on my own.

Not many people can say that without blinking.

I continue to survive,

Rather quite well for myself,

Without any sugar-coat, looks, money or power, or, whatever that the spineless humans fall for..

I will continue to believe in KARMA.

And, She Was Gone!

Every day she would shed little pieces of her personality,
Every day she would abandon a part of her unique self,
Every day she died, just a little.

Surrounded herself with the people, she could care less about.
For the ghosts of the past would come haunting, whenever she was alone.

She, who would love to ponder, now hated the self-talk.
She, who loved the solitude, now can’t dare to stay back.

Lost somewhere behind those glasses,
Amidst those line of codes,
She was nowhere to find…

Day by day, piece by piece,
She was gone has been gone for a while now…

 

Chase

In chasing all the possible flowers for my garden,
I forgot to sniff any of their scents.

In chasing one milestone after another,
forgot to stop running and admire the beauty of the pathway.

In chasing all the moments of life,
forgot to savor that one moment.

In chasing those big things,
forgot to be grateful for little things.

That never ending chase!

In the chase to not miss anything, missed out on everything…

Chasing life, I remembered to inhale and exhale,

But, forgot  to breathe, just BREATHE. 

-Gir!gettingthrough!ife

Drowning..

Did you ever feel like you were drowning? 

That sinking feeling! 

It may not necessarily come when you are alone, 

It even haunts when you are surrounded by a bunch of people. 

Your head buzzing with all those noises,

But no voice brings you back to the SURFACE… 

Barbie doll

 

As a kid, she wanted to be like her barbie doll. Having long hair, pretty eyes and hourglass figure was her dream.


She wished someday she will also find her prince charming who would take her away to a magical land where there is only flowers and no sorrows..


She grew up beautifully to steal a few hearts,
Now they see her as an object, a walking robot which can not dream or fly,


And her heart is torn apart by some evil king.


Here she lies on the floor like a broken doll, there is no such thing as magic she thought,

when she looked up her barbie staring back at her wide-eyed through the glass,


She wanted to be like her when she was small,
but she didn’t knew that she will also be played like a lifeless doll..

Remote Control

How I wish life had a remote control..

Pausing and playing whenever I want,

Fast forwarding through bad times, 

Rewinding to correct mistakes made in the past,  

Recording the moments I want to relive again and again..

 Turning up the brightness when it is immersed in dark, 

Muting whenver the noises are too loud to hear,

And finally, to Power-off when it’s all too much to bear..

– Gir!gettingthrough!ife