Sitting back on the garden chair in my Vasai home is quiet relaxing. From here I can see my small garden which as of now has a hibiscus plant and a Tulsi. I have sowed in seeds of Gendha, which may take a month or so to grow, but still I can visualize the beaming orange color flower shooting up it head, dancing in the air :)
What is more important??? Is it home or the concept of home??? Does the four cement pillars forms home, or is it what we feel about a place makes a home?? Do we really need to own that place or is the concept of ownership all in the mind?? I guess it is too many questions asked at the same time. :) What to do inquisitive minds cannot stop asking questions.
I felt deeply shackled when I was uprooted from my home in Sion. Oh, let me clear it at the very outset that we never owned a house at Sion, we used to stay in railway quarters. A privilege granted to us for 12 long years, just because my dad was an railway employee. No doubt our house was big enough, but then that just formed a smaller part of the criteria when compared to all other reasons I have to cite, as to why I loved my home so very much. That house had all my favorite corners. My computers desk… next to that my book shelf, if I got to point out more, each and every corners comes to my minds eye, allowing me no liberty to forget it at my convenience. It always awakens thousands of memories attached with it. What was it that made my home really very sweet to me?? I guess , I don’t have to wonder any more.
Is it the corners that I liked or the memories attached with it?? Yes it is the memories; I had lived the sweetest moments of my life in that house. Turning back now I feel both our house and those moments were rented, since we cannot keep both the things for ever. But what we can keep forever is the memories, which never looses it sight if we prefer to close our eyes and be with it.
Let me walk down my memory lane once again. Trust me, it is fun. Closing my eyes I can spot two girls in their skirt tops, going for their tuitions, early in the morning, out of which the younger had always to rush behind the elder one (since she preferred chasing her morning dreams rather than attending the boring science lectures). And the consequence of this---- they were always late for the class. Our fights, our fears, anxieties... If one was beaten it was always the norm, other felt the pain… on returning home all our favourite cuisine used to wait, I remember how I just used to throw my bag, wash my hands and enjoy the mini treat served by the loving hands of my mom. Dad always came to my rescue, when mom used to scold me for not studying… it was all very beautiful and perfect.
It was when I was in that home I realized the value of getting educated in the truest sense, I was lucky enough to meet my guru, and got a chance to get myself trained under his guidance. My beloved guruji helped in widening the horizon of my world. He made me realize and experience that if you can get in touch with the internal peace with in you, the biggest conflicts that we face (the intra personal conflict i.e. the conflict that we experience within ourselves) will begin to resolve and life no more remains a hell. What he used to say and now even I believe is that it is all in our thoughts and if we can win our thoughts, we can win the world.
Gods grace was felt at its peak in that house, when he was merciful enough to bestow on us, the sweetest gift ever presented, he gifted us our mom. If he hadn’t gifted it back to us, I must say that my world would have been ransacked and deserted. I know what ever he does is for the best. It was that home which granted us the courage to fight death, and to win and capture the glory of life.
It was in that house my sister dressed up in to a young beautiful bride and she stepped up in to her new life, her new world.
It was from here that I realized that relationship needs to be build and maintained, rather it needs to be cherished to grow it. Though this was the toughest lesson that I learned, but it will always remain the sweetest of all.
Our homes proximity to Siddhi Vinayak temple made me the biggest bakth of lord Ganesha ;). On the way to temple my friend Pooja joins me and then our discussion begins and by the time Siddhi Vinayak reaches we would be rushing with our topics and sees to it that we contribute the most by not missing the chance to exchange and express our views on the topic which we normally don’t prefer to share with others.
Can any one tell me, whether that house was magical or was it the magic of love, the love that we had for each other made it special?? Yes it is the bond that we create with each other which makes every place special and every thing lively. Now if some one still believes in the concept of rented house and the feeling of hostility towards it, just because they don’t own it; just remember that our life is also rented and what we live is just moments and what remains is memories. Now what kind of memories you will have will depend entirely on the kind of moments you live.
I will try to ensure that I will capture all the beautiful moments that I live and form the album of memories and gift it to my loved ones for their reference, to look back to it, to remember that such a spirited soul ever walked on this earth ;). Once again let me remind you that life is too short to have regrets. So live every moment. Enjoy!!!
Love,
Haritha
What is more important??? Is it home or the concept of home??? Does the four cement pillars forms home, or is it what we feel about a place makes a home?? Do we really need to own that place or is the concept of ownership all in the mind?? I guess it is too many questions asked at the same time. :) What to do inquisitive minds cannot stop asking questions.
I felt deeply shackled when I was uprooted from my home in Sion. Oh, let me clear it at the very outset that we never owned a house at Sion, we used to stay in railway quarters. A privilege granted to us for 12 long years, just because my dad was an railway employee. No doubt our house was big enough, but then that just formed a smaller part of the criteria when compared to all other reasons I have to cite, as to why I loved my home so very much. That house had all my favorite corners. My computers desk… next to that my book shelf, if I got to point out more, each and every corners comes to my minds eye, allowing me no liberty to forget it at my convenience. It always awakens thousands of memories attached with it. What was it that made my home really very sweet to me?? I guess , I don’t have to wonder any more.
Is it the corners that I liked or the memories attached with it?? Yes it is the memories; I had lived the sweetest moments of my life in that house. Turning back now I feel both our house and those moments were rented, since we cannot keep both the things for ever. But what we can keep forever is the memories, which never looses it sight if we prefer to close our eyes and be with it.
Let me walk down my memory lane once again. Trust me, it is fun. Closing my eyes I can spot two girls in their skirt tops, going for their tuitions, early in the morning, out of which the younger had always to rush behind the elder one (since she preferred chasing her morning dreams rather than attending the boring science lectures). And the consequence of this---- they were always late for the class. Our fights, our fears, anxieties... If one was beaten it was always the norm, other felt the pain… on returning home all our favourite cuisine used to wait, I remember how I just used to throw my bag, wash my hands and enjoy the mini treat served by the loving hands of my mom. Dad always came to my rescue, when mom used to scold me for not studying… it was all very beautiful and perfect.
It was when I was in that home I realized the value of getting educated in the truest sense, I was lucky enough to meet my guru, and got a chance to get myself trained under his guidance. My beloved guruji helped in widening the horizon of my world. He made me realize and experience that if you can get in touch with the internal peace with in you, the biggest conflicts that we face (the intra personal conflict i.e. the conflict that we experience within ourselves) will begin to resolve and life no more remains a hell. What he used to say and now even I believe is that it is all in our thoughts and if we can win our thoughts, we can win the world.
Gods grace was felt at its peak in that house, when he was merciful enough to bestow on us, the sweetest gift ever presented, he gifted us our mom. If he hadn’t gifted it back to us, I must say that my world would have been ransacked and deserted. I know what ever he does is for the best. It was that home which granted us the courage to fight death, and to win and capture the glory of life.
It was in that house my sister dressed up in to a young beautiful bride and she stepped up in to her new life, her new world.
It was from here that I realized that relationship needs to be build and maintained, rather it needs to be cherished to grow it. Though this was the toughest lesson that I learned, but it will always remain the sweetest of all.
Our homes proximity to Siddhi Vinayak temple made me the biggest bakth of lord Ganesha ;). On the way to temple my friend Pooja joins me and then our discussion begins and by the time Siddhi Vinayak reaches we would be rushing with our topics and sees to it that we contribute the most by not missing the chance to exchange and express our views on the topic which we normally don’t prefer to share with others.
Can any one tell me, whether that house was magical or was it the magic of love, the love that we had for each other made it special?? Yes it is the bond that we create with each other which makes every place special and every thing lively. Now if some one still believes in the concept of rented house and the feeling of hostility towards it, just because they don’t own it; just remember that our life is also rented and what we live is just moments and what remains is memories. Now what kind of memories you will have will depend entirely on the kind of moments you live.
I will try to ensure that I will capture all the beautiful moments that I live and form the album of memories and gift it to my loved ones for their reference, to look back to it, to remember that such a spirited soul ever walked on this earth ;). Once again let me remind you that life is too short to have regrets. So live every moment. Enjoy!!!
Love,
Haritha
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