What’s your story?

“Everything is a story. Stories are what help us make sense of the world”

In the age of innocence, stories are what paint the imagination. Remember reading Fairytales? Bedtime Stories? We slept with dreams of minarets and castles, and princesses and prince charming, and fairy woods and gingerbread houses. We awakened with smiles recalling the faint images of the thoughts and then spend the entire day in anticipation of these nocturnal visions. What bliss!

And then we grew up!

We gave imagination away to reasoning, and belief to logic. Where’s the time you ask? Well, stories are not necessarily written down, they have no need for documentation. Stories are rather an experience. They must be felt. And most importantly stories exist all around us. We just need to notice them.

In fact every day that we live is a new chapter in the storybook of our lives, and the best part is that we all are our own heroes. Now, wouldn’t our days be really different if we actually behaved like the heroes we are supposed to be? Why settle for the sidekick role?

Today is in the process of being written, and tomorrow is yet to be. Take hold of the pen, and write it the way you would want to read it. So whether its your role at work, or your bond with your family, or your relationship with your friends – live it in way that you would an epic.

PS: I’d like to know what you would call your story if there was one written on your life? (Leave it as a comment.)

And when I die…

This one’s to friends and foes

When I die, and am no more

Here’s how to bid me adieu

Follow it step by step, or I’ll haunt you

So we spend life planning events that we will be a part of, and more importantly events that will form a part of our lives. We plan – birthdays, marriages, anniversaries, and a gazillion other reasons that call for a celebration. However, what about the event that marks the end of it all? The final farewell? Yes, we won’t be able to be a part of the same (not in body at least ), but why not bid a memorable ‘goodbye’ to everything and everyone that formed a part of your existence here? Just like a school farewell, or a company farewell? Why not?

So here’s my thoughts (as of now), on how I would like to say ‘So long’:

Date: To be filled in later

Time: 6pm onwards (beginning with the church service)

Venue: Service at Church

Burial at (To be finalised later – preferably a hill top overlooking the sea)
Condolence Service on a Rooftop

Dress Code: Strictly Black and White Formals

Decor:

Church – White lilies and Red roses as floral arrangements. Altar area to have lit white candles. Lavendar incense to be used

Burial – Floral Arches of white lilies and red roses to be set up all around the pit. The casket is to be of dark wood

Condolence Service – Round Table seating arrangement with table flowers of white lilies and red roses, with candles. Wine and Cheese (with crackers) to be served

Event Flow: To begin with the service at church. Recorded music (professional) to be played. Post the service, all to proceed to the burial grounds. Procession to accompany the casket with lit candles. Would prefer the pit to be covered with flowers. The attendees can then proceed to the rooftop for the condolence service.

Simple and Sweet!!!

When life as we know it ends…

Sometimes theres only one thing left to say

I caught ‘PS: I love you’ over the weekend (had previously read the book. And like always, strongly recommend the book over the film), and there are some quotes in the movie that leave you with goosebumps. Here they go:

Patricia: I bet you’ve had a hard time walking into a room full of people on your own, right? Yeah. I know that. I know what it is not to feel like your in the room until he looks at you or touches your hand or even makes a joke at your expense, just to let everyone know… you’re with him. You’re his.

Daniel Connelly: We’re so arrogant, aren’t we? So afraid of age, we do everything we can to prevent it. We don’t realize what a privilege it is to grow old with someone. Someone who doesn’t drive you to commit murder or doesn’t humiliate you beyond repair.

Holly Kennedy: Dear Gerry, you said you wanted me to fall in love again, and maybe one day I will. But there are all kinds of love out there. This is my one and only life, And its a great and terrible and short and endless thing, and none of us come out of it alive. I don’t have a plan… except, it’s time my mom laughed again. She has never seen the world… she has never seen Ireland. So, I’m taking her back where we started… Maybe now she’ll understand. I don’t know how you did it, but you brought me back from the dead. I’ll write to you again soon. P.S… Guess what?

Gerry Kennedy: Dear Holly, I don’t have much time. I don’t mean literally, I mean you’re out buying ice cream and you’ll be home soon. But I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn’t to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp, you can take care of yourself without any help from me. It’s to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me. You made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful… literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you’re sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that you’ll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I’m a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. You made my life, Holly. But I’m just one chapter in yours. There’ll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don’t be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends. P.S. I will always love you

Sniff Sniff Sniff

Quote credits : IMDB