Philosophy Of Life, The christian life

Clothes For My Pimples

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Treat it for what it is. A minute real estate on your face with very little resale value for the next few weeks.

Why do we wear clothes?

Go ahead and google it. It’s amusing to see how the web manages to give relevant answers to questions like these.

We wear clothes for protection, for decoration and mostly to keep what’s private, private.

When Adam and Eve ate from the forbidden fruit. they lost the glory of God that clothed them and they clothed themselves with leaves.

I sometimes wish I had clothes for other stuff. Like pimples and scars.

My skin has a thing for pimples. Despite my mother’s incessant instructions not to pop them, I still used do it. And because of that I had trouble walking with my head held up high. People sometimes don’t see how much pimples can affect someone. It was torture for me. My face used to shrink to the size of a small spot. Metaphorically, of course.

Here I was, a teenage kid with a lot of potential. I had everything going for me. I mean, I did struggle a bit during high school with academics (regardless of which I ended up at my dream university). But other than that, I was doing great. I loved meeting people and having a good conversation. The only thing that kept me from enjoying every single minute of my day most days was the number of pimples on my face. That’s sad.

You do get better at living with your pimples. It gets easier. But I didn’t want to live with them. If I was not responsible for them and they were going to be a part of my life regardless, I could not afford them becoming even the slightest of my worries.

I learnt, though at a very slow pace, that nobody actually cared about my pimples. At least not as much as I thought they did. I also learnt that sometimes not every part of who you are will serve your confidence and that you have to choose what to focus on.

Me being a born-again Christian, realised that it is in God that my value is found. It is his glory that now clothed me and made me who I was. That realisation helped me a lot.

You, dear reader, have to realise that I am talking about a problem that is nothing compared to the millions of problems that are out there. But it definitely is one. Which is why I thought I should talk about how hurtful it could be when you stare at somebody’s pimple or even point it out in public. Even when it seems like it’s no big deal.

Before I go, to all my friends with pimples: Really, it’s not a big deal. Don’t worry too much. Treat it for what it is. A minute real estate on your face with very little resale value for the next few weeks. If you really want to make a mountain out of it, call them volcanoes of purity or call yourself pompously pimplified. I hope that was not gross.

Anyway, if you’ve actually read till here, you deserve an award. Please claim my respect by saying a hi in the comments. Joking. You don’t have to do that. I love you all nevertheless.

Have a blast just existing!

Philosophy Of Life, quote day, The christian life

Called to Uniqueness

We are all made to function in a unique way that will nourish life in a way that is in sync with the very blueprint of life. This goes beyond all jobs that has been or will be. If needed, we must be ready to create our own job!


This was a reply I made to one of the recent comments on my post, The Right Shoes https://thefourthdimensionoflife.wordpress.com/2019/07/22/the-right-shoes/

Philosophy Of Life

The Right Shoes

I’m an Indian kid doing his undergraduate course in English Literature. Most people don’t know this but in India, the number of kids trying to get into Medicine and Engineering is insanely high. The competition is so high, there are literally lakhs of unemployed engineers. It is in the midst of all this that I decided to study English. When I tell people that I am studying English at college, they are mostly extremely unimpressed. And I can’t blame them, IITs and Medical Colleges rule India. I mean it does hurt sometimes. I mean, I did get into one of the best universities in India and I love what I do. I love it so much that I would rather be at college than enjoy a holiday. I would never be at such a great place in life if I had done what everyone else was doing. A lot of people go through life doing what they don’t love. Instead of their work life nourishing their personal life, it sabotages it.

A few days ago, I made a small track and wrote a small poem (though it’s not a proper poem) to articulate how hard it is to go out and ‘do your own thing’. I hope you enjoy it.

Th track is called ‘Leg-Shoe’ and I’ll share the Instagram link to the track here. You can also listen to it at my YouTube channel at Stef Guitar Geek but there’s something wrong with audio at some parts.

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Something I made ft. another weird drawing. It's kinda long and I couldn't fit it all into a single video. It's about learning to make a career with the things you love and care about. Which is what all of us want to do and what God made us to do. But at the same time, your work has to feed your personal life, not starve it. Your relationships have to remain intact. Here's a small poem ( if you can call this that) about it: I feel burnt out. Utterly inexistent My legs have grown out of the shoes that i have come to love  I find myself locked into a room full of old worn out shoes And I must choose. For the world is not for a man with no shoes. But I can't. They stink and they are revolting to the eye. They are torn, bleeding leather, but  they are warm They are warm because they are worn. Everyone wears them. They wear 'em till they die. Some never even take 'em off. They go to bed in them. They bathe in them, some even make love while still in them They are definitely not for me. My toes want to feel a virgin pair. So they can in time rest in a pair of their own. A pair that has formed onto the shape of my feet. Not in worn out shoes they can't even feel. But I am locked in. The keys do not even exist. I do not know how to pick a lock that isn't there. So I examine the worn out shoes. They are introduced in pairs, yet are undeniably incongruous. But I persist. I put aside my pernicious eyes of judgement and peek into the intricacies of creation I see where the needle cut into the leather. I look at the lines and curves. I search for marks made by time but seldom come across one But I come across in plenty , marks made by man. Marks made in his haste to conquer, but sometimes because he lacked succour. For years I've been dragging my shoeless feet, leading my eyes onto more worn out shoes. My mission is to make my own worn out pair, a pair that Iooks like my feet. I pick up the pieces of leather falling off the shelves, I bring them together with the threads that survived. I sew them over my feet. In doing so, I feel a prick or two but never in the same place. Like the men with the worn out shoes whose toes feel pain again and again.

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Here’s the poem. I don’t have a title yet. So feel free to suggest one. 🙂

I feel burnt out. Utterly inexistent

My legs have grown out of the shoes that i have come to love

 I find myself locked into a room full of old worn out shoes

And I must choose. For the world is not for a man with no shoes.

But I can’t. They stink and they are revolting to the eye.

They are torn, bleeding leather, but  they are warm

They are warm because they are worn.

Everyone wears them. They wear ’em till they die. 

Some never even take ’em off. 

They go to bed in them. They bathe in them, some even make love while still in them

They are definitely not for me. My toes want to feel a virgin pair.

So they can in time rest in a pair of their own.

A pair that has formed into the shape of my feet.

Not in worn out shoes they can’t even feel.

But I am locked in. The keys do not even exist.

I do not know how to pick a lock that isn’t there. 

So I examine the worn out shoes.

They are introduced in pairs, yet were undeniably incongruous.

But I persist. I put aside my pernicious eyes of judgement and peek into the intricacies of creation

I see where the needle cut into the leather. I look at the lines and curves.

I search for marks made by time but seldom come across one

But I come across in plenty , marks made by man. 

Marks made in his haste to conquer, but sometimes because he lacked succour.

For years I’ve been dragging my shoeless feet, leading my eyes onto more worn out footwear.

My mission is to make my own worn out pair, a pair that Iooks like my feet.

I pick up the pieces of leather falling off the shelves, I bring them together with the threads that survived. 

I sew them over my feet. Sometimes, I feel a prick or two but never in the same place.

Like the men with the worn out shoes whose toes feel pain again and again.

I really hope this inspires you and encourages you to go out there and do what you love to do. God has a plan for all of us. So be brave!

And as always, have a blast just existing!

Philosophy Of Life, The christian life

I’m Aching To Be Out There

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I’m a butterfly. I used to be a caterpillar. Before that, I was an egg. But you don’t know me. Yet. But I know you. I see you through the transparent chrysalis that envelops me. In time we’ll meet. I’m nearly there. I’m a complete butterfly inside a cocoon. How did I get here? It was inevitable. It had to be done. That’s how God made me. It was important for me to shut myself in a cocoon so that I could develop into a butterfly. But now, it’s nearly done. I don’t understand why I have be here anymore. I’m complete. But all in time. But make no mistake, I’m aching to be out there.

Metamorphosis Behind A Window is one of the tracks I made during this summer holiday. I’ll link it at the end of this post if you guys want to listen to it. I couldn’t upload it.

What inspired me: I had been stuck in my room for the past 1 month. Only going out on Sundays to attend church. After going to college, I had a really vibrant social life and being back home and not even going out, I felt trapped. I was looking out of my window, seeing all the cars honking at each other, a sight quite normal to the average Indian citizen. We spend a lot of time in cars stuck in traffic. I was looking out and seeing all this activity and I was back home, stuck in my room. No one shut me in. I just had nothing to do outside. I didn’t have many friends from school that I could go meet. But i had my passion for music. I spent the last two months in my room, playing my guitar and experimenting with music. It was from this, that the track came.

Now, through this track I wanted to convey a message. Here is a butterfly, fully formed, inside a transparent cage( The chrysalis of a butterfly, is usually transparent). Just before it comes out, it has the same potential as it will have when it has come out. I would imagine a butterfly really struggling to come out, considering how it must feel, knowing that it’s complete and yet not being able to go outside. But if you actually look at a butterfly coming out of it’s transparent chrysalis or cocoon, regardless of the amount of movement you see, it looks graceful. It looks like the cocoon and the butterfly are working together to create a release of potential into nature. That inspires me.

We are all undergoing a metamorphosis of our own and there will be times when we feel like we have reached our ultimate potential but are being caged by systems. It’s hard. Because we know what’s out there and we know we are meant for it, just like the butterfly in the transparent chrysalis. But like the butterfly, we must learn to work together with the chrysalis to release our potential.

God loves us. More than we could ever imagine. And sometimes, he gives us cocoons to develop in. We must learn to use it to vitalise our potential. This has a place in every situation in life, be it work, study, or personal development. I believe it is key to enjoying life and reaching great heights at the same time. And I hope that you never ever forget to enjoy life.

Do check out the other tracks and tell me what you think. I really appreciate it. Thank you once again for taking time out of your life to read the stuff I write. It means more than you know. God bless you!!!!

My Instagram page is over at @stefguitargeek

You can listen to the track mentioned in this post here: https://www.instagram.com/p/BxxArFJDY70/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Some of the tracks are also there on YouTube at Stef Guitar Geek

Life in itself, Philosophy Of Life

Spicy Sweet

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‘Doing what we love, when it feels unnatural and out of the picture, is when the potential for change is at it’s zenith.’

It’s beautiful how even the seemingly boring days can be made exciting adding a bit of rhythm. Passion is the spice that makes life sweet.

I remember how one day, my sister and I had to wait outside our flat because I forgot to take my key.

Don’t blame me! I was too busy in the morning. Actually, you can. Just kidding.

Anyway, we thought we’d stay down in the flat lobby till dad came to let us in. So, we settled into the sofas and sat there. Suddenly, somehow, I felt like singing. My sister seems to think the same things as me. So much so that sometimes it’s weird. Anyway, we start singing or humming to tunes we love.

As time passed on, our songs became more loud. We were singing like crazy. Somehow, I didn’t want it to end. It was beautiful! That Monday afternoon I thought would bore me to death was now being slowly shaped into a beautiful memory. Not that we are professional singers or anything. We just enjoy singing together.

Why am I sharing this with you guys?

Because I wanted to show you how no day is any less beautiful than another. You just have to be passionate about the time you have. Every waking moment. Just like I found my joy in singing, which didn’t cost me a penny, you too, can add spice to your life if you bring what you love into your daily life. And, most of the time, it’s very inexpensive.

Love to draw?

Put a small notebook and pencil in your bag and when you take the bus or catch a train to work. If no you’re not talking to anyone, take out those small things in life you love most. Your passion. It’s free. It’s effective. It’s God’s gift to you. A spice that can make anything sweet.

If you want to sing, sing in a small voice. You don’t want to disturb anyone. But do it. It will add so much energy to your day.

Didn’t get that raise or that promotion you thought you’d get? Add some spice to the day doing what you love. Spent some time doing it with who you love.

Don’t we all do this always? Not so much as before. Now, most of our spare time, we bury ourselves in our digital screens.

So today, I would like to remind you to use your free time well. Add some energy to your life. Maybe it’s been a bad day for you and you might feel like celebrating, even for a few minutes is out of the picture. You’re wrong. Life’s moving. The second that just passed you is a part of your past. Doing what we love, when it feels unnatural and out of the picture, is when the potential for change is at it’s zenith.

So, enjoy your life.

Philosophy Of Life

Freedom

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Freedom.

It’s a word we all have our own idiosyncratic views about. It’s a well debated word too. The world we live in today, is in many ways, connected to what we perceive in this seven letter word. True freedom is what we all strive for in many ways. So, yeah, it is a very interesting topic, one of colossal significance.

What do you think of when you hear the word ‘freedom’?

Do you know what I think when I hear that word?

I picture myself being able to fly. I imagine that sheer energy that comes from being able to do something impossible. I imagine the joy at the prospect of something that limits me being stripped away. Yeah, we all can relate to that. What we see when we hear the word ‘freedom’ always has something to do with our limitations. And that’s no surprise. After all, freedom essentially means ‘being free’.

Freedom is something we all strive towards because we believe ultimate freedom will make us happy. But will it? Is our idea of ‘freedom’ a soup of fallacious ideas that has fooled our sagacity?

That’s what I was thinking of, a few days ago, when I looked out the window and saw a bird flapping it’s wings in pure natural majesty. If I asked that bird what picture comes to its mind when I say the word ‘freedom’, what would it say?

Would it talk about swimming in an ocean?

That’s something it can’t do, right?

Well anyways, it was a moment of epiphany for me.

The truth is that the value we give for what ounce of freedom we have, is in many ways based on our knowledge of our own limitations.

If you were born without any limitations, how in the world could you value freedom? The concept of freedom would not exist for you. It would be a joy you’ll never know. Not because you are not free, but because you do not know what a limitation means.

Why do we need true freedom if we can’t enjoy it?

I believe you feel true freedom, when you are limited but agree and see your limitations as a necessary part of your life, so much so, that you don’t want it to go away. This way, you are aware of what your limitation is, but you also accept it, making it a part of your freedom. When you start believing a limitation is not limiting you,  it no longer is a limitation. And I believe that is where we start enjoying true freedom

I believe we are blessed to be limited beings. For that is what helps us to enjoy what freedom we have.