The Archer in me →

Peak noon time, a few days back, a strange hankering became very unsettling to live with. A need to catalog myself and people around me surfaced. I wanted to know why they were doing things, the way they were doing and why I was reacting the way I was… My earnest belief in astrology made me instinctively refer back to the Linda Goodman’s principles of cataloging the human race like they are some types of breads and biscuits with certain tastes and ingredients. I don’t mean to sound too clichéd, but it did help me resolve a few twists and turns. Let me explain how it works. Basically the book has personalities and behaviors categorized based on date of births and star positions up in the sky. Thus when we read about a person and their biscuit tastes, we justify their actions as pre-written and calculated. It helps me accept the person for who they are and not be judgmental of their actions, considering they were born with it and their stars justifies the same.

As per the book, I am a biscuit that tastes bitter, if had with rum, and sweet, if dipped in Jam. Brutally frank is the coined phrase for this particular biscuit. Therefore, taking things on face value and being very upfront about my opinions and judgments become my ingredients. Not that I take the minutest of pride in announcing these to the world, but lately I have come to realize the consequence that these have brought upon the relations that I build. Every bond when merry is declared for keeps and while on roller coaster is pushed to the periphery of the endurance level. Thence, the span for friendships never seems until eternity does us apart. My friend gifted me a Fancy magnet with a glamorous picture of hers and mine reading friends always. The word “always” is still lying astray in my mind. What defines the longevity of a friendship!

An angel answered it for me — I need to describe my priorities right, and all shall seem structured spic and span. A control over impulsive nature and inward thinking before responding is critical for the moment. My mother very rightly says that often by involving myself in-depth in else’s lives, I find myself feeling a sense of control over their actions/reactions.

The POA is to learn be detached and accepting. I know these are virtues difficult to achieve, but isn’t that the reason we were born humans and not animals. We sure can develop control over our emotions and thinking mind. Therefore, I have begun to improvise upon the Archer in me.