“I am Parampreet K. Sodhi…….”

And then I start blabbering about myself and my achievements.

But honestly, I always feel there is still something to tell the world, something unspoken over the human horizon and something to tell about revupsoul and why it became an Integral part of my life. I feel like celebrating the blog and the author (that’s me) in this post. I really don’t know how I want to project myself out there in the bloggers’ community. Maybe the general introduction is what is all needed for me.

To begin with, I was born in the first planned city of India, in the early 90’s. Both my parents were hardworking and strict in their own way, but they knew the essence of appreciation and in their daily rituals, I heard the praise of the Lord more often than my name. (Am I comparing my existence with the supreme here? Hehe). While growing up I developed a great admiration for food and then later years I developed an urge for reading and writing.  I am told that I was very adaptable kid who always had gratitude, even for unknown reasons. My dad was strict, but I shared a really great bond with him, I got all his attractive features and personality which I was bestowed from his side. He gave me special treatment among my other 4 siblings as I was the youngest. My mother was quite but, yet pretty expressive person. I learnt a lot from her ways of handling situation, which used to awestruck my attention, more than her words of wisdom. Other important part of my life has been the food. As far as I can recall, the good taste made me a marathoner. I was 16 months old when I ran from home. I remember I escaped from my mother’s sharp eyes and ran to buy the sweet, which my eldest sister used to get me every other evening from a nearby market.

But honestly, everybody has some anecdotes of life and their journey, then why don’t they talk about it often. As a kid, I was expressive but a calm and quite person. When I joined my graduation in university, I realized I got into a mini world of its own too early. I was talkative but with wall posters or my diaries or in the books. I felt my books understood me more than people of my age. I used to talk, but still could not connect with people. I had hard time socializing, because my fun was different. As I was more into books and learning and getting to know about new things and others enjoyed loud music, parties and booze. That was the time which led to stress, anxiety and depression.

Frankly, revupsoul was started with a motto to find my answers from leaders and wise people. Because I realized while reading books, I was, indirectly, answered. I found more strengthened base for my dreams. I am of the opinion that when more lives are involved in your dreams, manifestation of the dreams becomes clearer.

Honestly, after long 7 years, I feel like sharing and talking about sadness wide and open. You appreciate light only in darkness; you appreciate food, only when hunger tames the mind, you appreciate love, only when kept self-aloof. This reminds me of the song by Passenger – Let her go. I didn’t find the song sad but indeed relevant. I cherish the great purpose of life, when I had lost all the hope and happiness. I realized the power of faith when I stopped seeking answers or explanations and saw the manifestation in the form of shift in my surroundings (which has caused a lot of trauma).

After all that have had happened, I realized that now I am reviving up once again. I am your revupsoul, not only in fancy notion but with time and efforts of sustainable dreams. I have just started to talk about myself, more. And I feel connected within!.

To all the connections and connectivity yet to be dispersed around, here comes the open Heart of RevupSoul…… learning to realize the actual realm of life!