Life Happened!: And then the K-serial guy said, "Hey Rachel, It's ...

Life Happened!: And then the K-serial guy said, "Hey Rachel, It's ...: So, the latest tryst I face with myself (and words) is on something that is god awfully overrated! Passion (apparently) Just a fortnight ...

And then the K-serial guy said, "Hey Rachel, It's ok".

So, the latest tryst I face with myself (and words) is on something that is god awfully overrated! Passion (apparently)

Just a fortnight ago, the boss happened to question our team on "what's your passion?"
The Dilemma - Most of us have no idea.

Me - I think, it could be writing. You know, because I write for a living and I write in distress, I write in joy and I write in confusion. I write for most instances I remember.
But then again, the night arrived, my solitude time. Wherein the cliche turns true; "What am I really doing with my life?" Whilst watching a prime-time soap, the protagonist said, "It's ok."

So, I write.




It's ok, to not know where the feet wander.
It's ok, to know you're lost.
It's even ok, to know you're not the lead in any race.
It's ok, to live a monotonous week.
It's ok, to be broke every 20th of the month.
It's ok, to see friends travel.
It's ok, to compare your profile picture with theirs.
It's ok, to not be able to crack a 'Cannes Idea'.
It's ok, to not be the best at your job.
It's ok, to not know to cook.
It's ok, to not be able to eat with the fork n' the spoon.
It's ok, to have never eaten at the Marriot.
It's ok, to not know to ride (or drive)
It's ok, to be short.
It's ok, to be alone.
It's ok, to not have someone to love.
It's ok, to not be loved.
It's ok, if you get a speeding ticket.
It's even ok, if your crush does never responds.
It's ok, to not have a valentine.
It's ok, to be a cat person.
It's ok, to be a dog person.
It's ok, to be fired.
It's ok, to lose a parent.
It's ok, when the word doc crashes (without a save).
It's ok, when you experience the supernatural.
It's ok, to know the Ganpati Visarjan Dance.
It's ok, to not know to dance at all.
It's ok, if you croak as a singer.
It's ok, if you not wish to let them know you can sing.
It's ok, if you can adapt to varied kinds of people.
It's ok, to not know English.
It's ok, if punctuations confuse you.
It's ok, if you've never won an award.
It's ok, if you hate flowers.
It's ok, if you can't handle a DSLR.
It's ok, if you aren't a poet.
It's ok, if are lazy.
It's ok, if you missed an interview.
It's ok, if you've ever had a street fight.
It's ok, if you've had a police complaint against you.
It's ok, to just fight.
It's ok, to have a wierd taste in Music.
It's ok, to not know any Beatles song.
It's ok, to like nasal voiced singers.
It's ok, to listen to Himmesh Reshammiya.
It's ok, if you ever walked unzipped in front of two or more people.
It's ok, if you forgot to use the flush.
It's ok, if you are fat.
It's ok, if you are skinny.
It's ok, if you have never been in love.
It's ok, if you don't want to be in love.
It's ok, if you are married and don't know if you love your wife.
It's ok, if didn't have tea in the morning.
It's ok, if you were abused as a kid.
It's ok, if you were never happy.
It's ok, if it was the past.
It's ok, if you quit.
It's ok, if you accept a challenge.
It's ok, if you are a man and you wish to cry.
It's ok, if you think too much.
It's ok, to chew tobacco.
It's ok, if you have a cribby friend.
It's even ok, if you have just one friend.
It's ok, if you get tried climbing two flights of stairs.
It's ok, if you walk with a hunch.
It's ok, if a bike ride ruins your hair.
It's ok, if you cut your finger.
It's ok, to lose some blood.
It's ok, to lose a friend.
It's ok, to lose a new phone.
It's ok, to be mugged.
It's ok, if you live in Delhi.
It's ok, if you live in Mumbai.
It's ok, if you wish to live in Pune.
It's even ok, if you are still stuck with Bengaluru.
It's ok, if you splurged on shoes worth Rs. 4000
It's ok, if you have to borrow money.
It's ok, when you are made fun of.
It's ok, when you can't stop talking.
It's ok, to be a cry-baby.
It's ok, to be in love with two people.
It's ok, to know relationships are temporary.
It's ok, to be judged.
It's ok, to not be pretty.
It's ok, to not have great hair.
It's ok, to not have the perfect body.
It's also ok, when others are irritated by that quality.
It's ok, when you can't console someone.
It's ok, if you can't stand a hug.
It's ok, if your junior performs better.
It's ok, if you were insulted by the boss.
It's ok, if your efforts weren't appreciated.
It's ok, if your text message was read and not replied to.
It's ok, to feel lost in your marriage.
It's ok, if you are too young to be married.
It's even ok, if you are too old to be married.
It's ok, if you aren't an avid reader.
It's ok, (hopefully) if you like Chetan Bhagat.
It's ok, if your genre of books don't match the intellectuals.
It's ok, if you don't own a Lamy.
It's ok, if you can't buy the I-phone5.
It's ok, if you are jealous of your single friends.
It's ok, if you can't participate in an intellectual conversation.
It's ok, if you don't know much about gadgets.
It's ok, if you don't know what your passion is.
It's ok, if you had an accident.
It's ok, if you are scared.
It's ok, if you have a crush in office.
It's ok, if someone has a crush on you in office.
It's ok, to pull cheeks.
It's ok, to be smiling all the time.
It's ok, if you were once cheated on.
It's ok, if you were cheated on twice.
It's ok, if you haven't found your soulmate.
It's ok, if you are 30 and still unmarried.
It's ok, if no one buys you a drink at the bar.
It's ok, if you are never hit on at a lounge.
It's ok, to be drunk.

It's ok, to puke occasionally.
It's ok, if you can't love your parents.
It's ok, if you can't forgive.
It's ok, if your wife had a miscarriage (or you).
It's ok, if your son smokes.
It's ok, if your daughter drinks.
It's ok, if your widow mother wishes to remarry.
It's ok, to be supportive of her.
It's ok, to not obey the elders.
It's ok, to obey them too.
It's ok, to be pick-pocketed.
It's ok, to feel lost every single night.
It's ok, to write this all over again tomorrow.
It's really, really ok.

P.S.: And then, I fell asleep peacefully, knowing that this will never end :)
It would be great if you know it too.