Vartika's World

Dear Diary, Today, I tried making a recipe—just like Mum. I failed. Dear Diary, Today, I tried something new. It wasn’t perfect. But I savoured the process. And, truth be told, it wasn’t half bad. We spend our lives chasing perfection— Striving to get things “just right,” Holding our breath for the best possible outcome. But somewhere along the way, we forget: There is no such thing as the best. In theory, a cricketer in a T20 match could score 720 runs— Six runs off every ball. Perfect. At least on paper. But we don’t account for no-balls, wides, strike rotations, the chaos between deliveries. Life is just like that match. Wickets fall. People leave. Wide balls happen. And sometimes, those we thought were forever Turn out to be seasonal flus— Brief, burning, gone. Nothing is permanent. And there is no universal rulebook on how to live. No perfect method. No flawless recipe. The only way to live life right Is to live it for real. To show up, imperfectl...

On the walls of delusion in my mind,   There hangs a portrait of reality.   I often walk past it,   Sometimes stopping to give it a long, lingering stare.   But only from a distance—   I am intrigued by its details,   Yet overwhelmed by the chaos it brings.   This is the world I am meant to inhabit,   Yet how can I belong to it   When I am truly here,   Stuck between worlds?   A tap on my shoulder—   I turn to find a version of myself,   A whisper: “You don’t belong there.”   Now, I stand at the edge,   Caught between fighting my reality   And embracing the one I long to join.   I delay, but time never waits.   The moment is here,   I must step into the real world now,   Face its chaos head-on.   So I push forward,   Drawing closer to the reality I’ve feared,  ...

Cheers to being comfortable in your own skin Cheers to those stretch marks that identify growth and gain  Cheers to that uneven skintone that makes you human and not a mannequin Cheers to those pimples that give you a red flush and ensures that there is blood flowing in your veins  Cheers to that crooked smile which makes it even more real than it already is Cheers to those hidden and unhidden scars holding sweet sour and bitter memories  Cheers to those dark circles that remind you of sleepless nights of hardwork  And a great round of applause for that feeling of anxiety and uneasiness that makes you feel your heart in your chest

आज कॉलेज से घर जाते वक्त सड़क पर पड़े सूखे पत्तों को देखा तो पता चला पतझड़ आ गया है। सर्दियां पूरी तरह से जा चुकी है और मौसम में गर्माहट होनी शुरू हो गई है। यूंही पत्तों को निहारते मेरी नज़र ऊंचे खड़े सूखे पेड़ों पर पड़ी मानो वो मुझसे कुछ कहना चाह रहे हो। दो सूखी टहनियां मानो जिंदगी का सार बता रही हों। उन पेड़ों को छुआ तो वो सूखे सूखे से थे जैसे शोक में डूबे हों पर कुछ देर ठहरने के बाद मैने जाना कि सिर्फ ऊपरी परत सूखी थी और अंदर से वो अभी भी नर्म थे। इससे मैने जाना कि वो पेड़ दुखी तो हैं पर अंदर से बैसाख के इंतजार में हैं। उन पेड़ों से पांच मिनट की मुलाकात ने मेरा दिन उम्मीद से भर दिया। मुझे जीवन में एक किरण दिखाई दी कि चाहे वक्त कितना भी खराब क्यों न हो उस पर उदास होना गलत नही है पर अंदर से उम्मीद हमेशा रहनी चाहिए कि सब ठीक हो जाएगा। जैसे पेड़ बाहर से कितने भी सूखे न हों उनके अंदर की नर्माहत उन्हे जिंदा रखती है और जब वो नर्माहट खतम हो जाती है तो पेड़ मार जाता है वैसे ही मनुष्य के अंदर से जब उम्मीद खतम हो जाती है तो वो मर जाता है और उसके जीवन का कोई मतलब नहीं रह जाता। 

Heya People!! Today's topic is, as you have read- "Body Positivity". Like most of the topics of my blog, this one is also kinda close to my heart. I am someone who have been insecure about the way I look for the most of the time. My initial insecurity was my body weight. The reasons for me being underweight were many. I had this thought in my mind that if I will eat than I will get fat. And when I got to know that this is not the case, it was too late. My body no longer accepted the quantum of food I should be eating. Moreover, in my growing years I was mostly ill, the reason being I was not eating healthy and enough. This thing also led to my second insecurity that was my height. I am 5'1" which is an average height of an Indian girl. But most of my teenage years I was insecure that I didn't look of the age I was. I was underweight and short! my worst two nightmares combined.  Now you must be wondering Vartika enough of the plot building. Tell us...

Hey people!! long time, no see. This time I am trying to address an issue that is kind of omnipresent these days, especially in young generation. I am going to keep this short and sweet.  As hustle culture is overtaking, people are more likely to burnout and that is where the idea of taking break comes in. In my previous blogs I have always stressed upon taking break and living life on your on pace. But the harsh realty is that world's not gonna wait for you. It's okay to take a step back sometimes or taking rest, but it is also important to get back to your job and get things done.  More we try to be easy on ourselves, more are the chances of us to become lazy and holding ourselves back. Point here is that take breaks, take rest but don't let it become your natural state. These days I have seen a culture that people promote smart work, but smart is the person who gets things done and not the one who sits back and see others achieving their goals. One thing that a person sh...