THE SOUL'S PALETTE

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“Aye arre Kimaya, jara wahase uth aur life mein kabhi toh kaam kar re, dinbhar padi rehti hai….aur aalas toh aapka matlab alag level pe hai. 😂 ”

Aye khajoor arre chup kar yaar log kya sochenge bhai mere baare mein! Aur kripaya mere blogs se tu door hi rahe toh theek.

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Jaa ab get lost.

Nalayak kahika…

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Ohhhh.. aap.. aa bhi gaye!? Arre yaar…well, ab…. yeh drama…. dekh hi liya hai toh….ughhh… ab iss pagal ka intro bhi toh dena mangta hai na yaar.

Toh here, ladies and gentlemen, who we have, is khajoor, a new, entirely fictional character, a new entrant in my blogs. Or just read that as, aisa koyi jo Kimaya ki jam ke nikalega.

 

Lekin kyun?

 

Arre bass yunhi, thoda aapko bhi accha lagega na!😐😆

 

Ohkay so without any further pagalpanti, let’s cut to the chase.

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Arre nahi main sacchi serious ho rahi!

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Toh, I was asking,

 

Ever wondered what your colour is?

 

 Exactly favourite colour ki baat nahi ho rahi, there's a fine line in between both the questions. 

What colour are you?

 

 

Khajoor- “Kimaya arre, kya topic hai yeh? Bhai Colour pe kaun likhta hai yaar?!”

 

Aye arre khajoor mujhe mera kaam karne de tu tera kar re.

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Gaya shayad.

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Accha anyways,

This blog is wayyyyyyy special to me, as, well, amateur hi sahi, lekin artist hone ke naate, I apparently have a different approach towards life, …

 

Khajoor- “ruk ruk ruk ek min, kaunsi life re? tu bass 16 saal ki hai beta.”

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So khajoor ko willfully ignore karte hue😊, we’ll get to the point.

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Kaha thhe hum?

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Haan…What’s your colour? 

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Accha ohkay ohkay let’s dig a little deeper.

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Woh aise hota hai na, ki we see something pretty, or something that catches the hold of our eye,  and our mind goes like, “that colour is SO ME!”

And you can literally, be any colour. Seriously.

ab aap shayad kahoge ki,

 

"Lekin Kimaya, aisa bhi kuch hota hai kya?"

Haan well, mujhe toh bhai lagta hai, ki everyone is some or the other colour.

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Or not?

Hehe, padhte raho ji padhte raho…😁

So let’s dive deep into my weird concept.

 

   You can be any colour.

You might be that red person, determined in life, bold, punctual (a little more than enough) in completing tasks and goals, you might be passionate about your dreams, diligent, you might be the one who searches for opportunities to shine, as well as the one who likes to live life to the fullest.

You might be blue or partially white , someone who likes to be calm in most of the situations, solving issues peacefully, without making any impulsive decisions. You might have a dark, deep version of yourself, and you don’t open that side up much, to others, you generally like to live life n accept things according to your own beliefs and principles.

(Ji, ek reminder, this isn't completely about your favourite, might be related a little, but it's about the colour YOU might be.)

Sometimes, you might be so connected to green, mostly inclined towards silence and peace,  might have a longing need to feel safe n secure, you do care about what people think of you, and you might be that person, who knows one’s worth, and you’re a keeper, holding on tight to people, no matter what.

 

You love to click sunrise and sunset pictures?!

 Dil jeet liya yaar aapne toh!

 

Those yellows and oranges out there, you might be one of the two types, 

the first one is,

 those who just love to be the sunshine in everyone’s lives, the one to make everyone happy, the reason to many smiles, you might love to stay fresh and energetic, finding hope in each new day, and living life like a  beautiful, melodious  rhythm.

The other yellows and oranges might be those who have been through a hell lot, trying their best to find hope and happiness, this might be best described as, a person, in the darkest of a room, with a tiny window in the corner, finding hope, as he gazes at the blissful sunrise out there.

 

Aur yaha entry hoti hai kuch sahi logon ki.

Those who connect with blacks, peaches, purples, and all those other unique colours. I personally feel these people are so dope. Unke alag hi principles hote hai bhai life ke, and they just want things in life so differently than others generally do.

 

Kya hua? Saare paraghraphs mein kuch na kuch relate hua na? 

Hai na! 

Arre yaar mujhe bhi!

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That’s the thing! Right there!

 

Arre, ruko ruko, hum samjhaate hai.

 

We, are, a little of EVERYTHING.  Wapas padho, comma ke saath nahi padha ho toh.  And everything mein sacchi sab kuch aata hai.

No one’s life is monotonous. No one’s life is only happy , or only sad. 

Dude, saare colours hote hai yaar sabke life mein, but, the way we just hate some specific colours, similarly we really aren’t ready to accept their presence in our life. Those dark colours, we never really want to be surrounded by them, and that’s why we go on and on, at that 'high' time of the day, on our best friend’s call, ki, “Yaar life hi kharab hai........…”

Chalo kuch imagine karte hai, While considering a few facts which are common to all of us.

We all want our lives to be perfect, beautiful and worth to be looked upto. Some want to be heavily-rich, some, successful, kisiko world tour karni hai, kisiko bikes aur cars ka collection karna hai, some want to become famous, and the list goes on. In a nutshell, bhai sabko life sahi chahiye bass.

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Khajoor-  "beta pehle khudka dekh le..."

Aye arre nikal na yaar yahase tu…pagal…

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Haan….. toh I was saying ki,

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Kisi mahapurush ne kaha hai, 

“Life is just a blank canvas.”

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and let's get serious.

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Your parents, give you just an empty, colourless frame in your hands, which is your ‘life’.

Your obligation, until the day you die, is to fill that picture frame up, with the most beautiful, meaningful, badass, powerful painting you can conjure. When we’re done with our life, we hang our paintings in the annals of history. The really good or horrific ones get hung up in the history books for generations to ponder over and learn from.

Each day, you work on your painting, little by little, forming it into the final display that will be left on your deathbed. That painting of your life, which is gonna get hung up on the walls of history, is the one you were painting yesterday, are painting today, and will, tomorrow.

And I will so not say ki we should paint it with the best colours. No. that’s so not necessary. It’s gonna be so very fine to just be yourself on that canvas. Mistakes are important. they don’t  make you any less of a human. They give you hope, space to grow. they allow you to amplify the better in you. They might make you fall and hit hard on your head, but they also teach you to stand up, dust off the dirt, and start anew. If you always remain on the top of your game, Gir ke wapas uthna kaise seekhoge? 

This doesn’t mean ki just go purposely beating around the bush regarding your life and keep on commiting mistakes, it means, accept all the dark colours in your life,  try to appreciate even their presence, because even scars are beautiful. They make you who you are.  Oh yeah that dialougue just striked my brain…..umm….shit yaar…kya tha woh….wait let me just recollect…. it was from YJHD....

Haan  “Main udna chaahta hoon, daudna chaahta hoon. Girna bhi chaahta hoon. Bass rukna nahi chaahta” and that’s just SO awesome.

Lets just, u know, paint our life with all the colours life throws at us. Because all colours are beautiful. Without the colours of sorrow, misery, betrayal, those terrifying blues and greys in our painting, there seems no really solid presence for rest of the happy yellows, passionate reds, sometimes the lovable pinks. Our lives look empty, the painting would remain incomplete. You’ve got your whole life to work on your painting. Lets make it worth watching.

 

As we discussed earlier, ki we are a little of everything, toh fir why not paint a little of everything on our canvas?

Each beautiful colour, narrates a different story.

Let there be a river of hope,  hope, which holds onto us tight, no matter what, which flows along with us from our birth till death, a river of hope, which is just blissful, painted in blue, there in middle of the canvas.

Let there be grasses and trees and forests of the silent green, because sometimes in life, we need a break. A break from all the noise, the commotion, from all those storms of emotions. We need to be ourselves. We need to go around dancing with the air and playing with butterflies. We need a calm to our storm.

Let there be those beautiful white roses, those moments when you felt rejected and completely hopeless, but you didn’t gave up. Those roses of belief, which kept you working hard towards what you are today, let them be there, to remind you how amazing you are, let them, be there.

Let the empty sky up there be painted with the sabse sahi colours, take your reds, oranges, pinks, yellows and let just happiness cascade from above. All those moments in your life when you were trusted, you were loved, those, when you were the best version of yourself. Moments, when you laughed without filters, you smiled not only on your face, but, within. Let them be up there.

And now, when we almost complete the painting, something just goes missing.

Fearlessly, just pick up the brush and paint those dark clouds, those grey, spine-chilling clouds, because, without all those nasty struggles, all those times when we were at a loss of words, those times when we went on a rollercoaster ride of emotions, when we felt completely broken into pieces, without them being on the display, the frame, is never really, full. Our painting just gets recasted into a surprisingly more beautiful and a heavenly picture, with unheard self-victories, those unpleasant-but-later-stunning stories, of how we conquered everything which was making us sink down the water and choke, and how we untangled ourselves from them and sprung out of the water, with our heads shining high, with hope, belief, and courage in our hearts.

Let those clouds be there. They’re beautiful.

And that’s the painting. It might be different for everyone, but the colours won’t go anywhere.

Yaad hai I had said “it sucks, but it’s beautiful” in one of my recent blogs?

Yahi hai woh.

(if you haven't read that blog yet, here's the link)

Aur waise,

We toh have bohot saara life left still, to paint the canvas. Acche se karte hai,

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 abhi se hi kare shuru?

“Beta tere assignments yaha pade huye hai, pehle who kar. 

Aayi badi…………😏”

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Khajoor tu bhaad mein khud jayega ya drop karu tujhe?

Pagal.

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Accha chalo fir, wapas milenge yahi par, tabtak alvida…!

Aur haan! Hume bhi toh batao yaar, aapka painting kaise chal raha hai?