Episodios
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Discover the transformative power of stillness in life's rush. Embrace tranquility, find joy, and share the beauty of the journey on the Srishtiscape podcast.
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We kinda forgot who we are, you know? Like we lost sight of ourselves and what is unique. It's time to find our way back to our true selves and remember what we’re all about.
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From leaving home and venturing out on one's own to managing finances, staying healthy and fit, and navigating new connections, adulting can be a challenging rollercoaster ride. Srishti shares her personal experiences of feeling overwhelmed, lonely, and dealing with imposter syndrome, but also highlights the joys of trying new things and taking risks. Despite the challenges, she emphasizes the importance of staying optimistic and hopeful, learning from experiences, and finding joy in the journey. So, buckle up and get ready for a heartfelt exploration of the ups and downs of adulting on this episode of the Srishtiscape Podcast.
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Inspired by the quote by Juansen Dizon: “There will always be a person who looks like a poem the earth wrote to keep you alive”
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Do you remember in Shawshank Redemption, Andy wrote a letter to Red saying, “Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things and no good thing ever dies?” Hope has the power to overcome all obstacles. It is easiest to have hope when things are going well in your life. It’s when life gets complex that we need hope the most
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I know things aren't going your way
Of course, you sometimes feel isolated. Uncertain and scared.
Just know that if good things aren’t happening now
It doesn’t mean it never will
Of all the planets, of all the countries,
Of all the people, “you,”
You must understand there is more
At the end of the rope.
So just hold onto hope a little longer
Hold until the wild wind passes
Because on the other side
there will be flowers that only you can pick, butterflies only you can see, and dreams only you can achieve
My friend Its going to be bigger than you thought
You’re going to be happier than you imagined
Just hold onto the hope until you see
A magnificent divine ray of light. -
Everyone deals with insecurity from time to time. It can appear in all areas of life. It's normal to have down days
Often,
I fear, worry and self-doubt.
Questions like Am I good enough,
Am I doing enough
Am I worthy
strikes on my door heavily, making me insecure
Until one day, my brave self knocked on that door and said:
This perfection you crave is a disguise for insecurity
Donโt let perceptions of others
Dictate your reality or cause insecurities within self
Just be you, regardless of your trophies or insecurities.
Youโre a dose of sunshine and glitter
Just decide to live, love, and be deliriously happy from this moment forward.
From that minute, I turned my Insecurities into strength
Because I am Smart,
Talented and Pretty enough.
All my fears, worries, and that perfection I craved
Were nothing but disguise for insecurity
Just decide to live, love, and be deliriously happy from this moment forward.
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In life, we are given trials. We can either be stricken down by them or become strong and grow because of them them. The poem talks about how people, like trees, grow and reach their true potential by overcoming adversity. It is through struggles, like a tree fighting through forest growth, to reach the sun, that we grow and discover our true potential.
The tree that never had to fight
For sun and sky and air and light,
But stood out in the open plain
And always got its share of rain,
Never became a forest king
But lived and died a scrubby thing.
The man who never had to toil
To gain and farm his patch of soil,
Who never had to win his share
Of sun and sky and light and air,
Never became a manly man
But lived and died as he began.
Good timber does not grow with ease,
The stronger wind, the stronger trees,
The further sky, the greater length,
The more the storm, the more the strength.
By sun and cold, by rain and snow,
In trees and men good timbers grow.
Where thickest lies the forest growth
We find the patriarchs of both.
And they hold counsel with the stars
Whose broken branches show the scars
Of many winds and much of strife.
This is the common law of life.
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Ep 3: Close your eyes and visualise as I recite Daffodils by William Wordsworth.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazedโand gazedโbut little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
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630 frames is a metaphor being used in this poem, meaning being different than self and trying to fit in. Here's the transcript of the poem:
After 630 frames,
Now I'm accepting myself It has taken time, many years, people and 630 frames.
Dripping with self-love, Trusting the greatest power,
Withdrawing and prioritizing my need for the solitude and my higher self.
It purely took the wisdom, the faith & the virtue of letting go.
Now, it's finally the time to accept.
After 630 frames,
I'm accepting myself It has taken time, many years, people and 630 frames.
- Srishti Verma
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Hey guys! In this experimental podcast, I am reciting one of my favourite poem by Robert Frost- Stopping by woods. Sit back and relax!
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other soundโs the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
-Robert Frost
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The Srishtiscape Podcast: escape for a moment
