Thursday, 26 January 2012

Honesty;is it overated?

                                                          HONESTY: IS IT OVERRATED?
To all those that believe honesty is the best policy, here is some food for thought.
I happen to be one of these people that believe in that theory but lately I find myself in some controversial situations and cannot seem to find a solution that will make everyone happy.
Yes I believe in telling the truth when your parents ask you where exactly you are at four in the morning, and I believe in telling the truth when somebody asks you how old you are, or where you live…
But what about the times when your boyfriend asks you if you like the perfume he bought you? Do you actually tell him you think it smells like insecticide and would rather go on a hunger strike than use it? Do you continue to tell him how, in fact, you are currently using it to reduce the number of bugs in your room? Or do you smile, kiss him sweetly on the cheek and say you love it. And what about your friend’s baby, do you smile and say “oh, he’s gorgeous” or do you tell her how he is a tad too dark-skinned and his head has got a weird shape and is a bit too big for his body? And what of that in-law you think does not deserve your sister? do you tell her how he is such a loser, is using her and she could do so much better when she tells you he had proposed and she said yes? Or do you smile and say you are happy for her? And what about your girlfriend who just got back from the saloon and has a particularly nauseating weave? Or this hideously colored dress your husband just bought you? Or a food-poisoning new recipe your mom is trying out…
Honesty is definitely great, but does this rule not have exceptions or limits just like the others?

Sunday, 8 January 2012


Recently as I was shifting from my former bedroom to the one I am in now, I was sorting through my stuff trying to decide what stays and what goes when I came across a notebook that contained some of my first notes and sketches and stuff. Also it contained the ten or so pages of a novel that I had once started to write but stopped halfway…one particular piece got my attention and I decided to share it. Not only because I believe it’s a particularly good piece, but also because I remember writing it with so much sincerity and passion. I meant every single word and even now, it still speaks to me.

                          I want to be more
I don’t want to be just another name
Just another human that traversed this earth from one time to another…

I don’t want to be just another believer
Just another soul that went to church every Sunday
I want to be the girl that wept over a moving testimony
The one who reached out to help a needy person
Gave until it hurt…

I don’t want to be just another sister
Just another relation that said all the appropriate things
I want to be the one who made dinner when it was your turn
The one who called every lunch to be sure you were sticking to your diet
Let you have my new sweater…

I don’t want to be just another daughter
Just another child that run errands around the house
I want to be the one that brought you hot cocoa in bed after a long day at work
The one that typed your report till 1:00am so you could beat the deadline
Cooked your favorite meal on Sunday…

I don’t want to be just another friend
Just another face that showed up to your graduation party
I want to be the one that you called whenever you were broke and needed a place to crush
The one who always had an extra pair of heels just for you
One you could always count on…

I don’t want to be just another lover
Who dressed real fine and kept her figure right
I want to be the one who held you through the night when you cried
Because someone else had gotten that promotion
The one who always knew where you had misplaced your favorite pair of blue socks
Kept your dinner warm and had on a smile when you came home late
Loved you all day, all night in all ways…

I don’t want to be just another artist
Who went to all the big art exhibitions and knew all the famous names
I want to be the one that recognized true rhythm in the song of an abandoned child
The one that bought a canvas because it made me think of vanilla scents and sunshine
Always sang in the shower…

I don’t want to be just another name
That traversed this earth from one time to another
I want to be more…
I want to be great…
I want to be remembered always,
For being a true, brave, passionate and fearless dreamer.