HAPPY NEW YEAR :)

When some people term you as insane, we at some point of time begin to self-doubt, speculate whether there is any amount of truth in what they say. But I think this kind of feeling of indignation would be faced by some one who has the habit of self doubting. I feel one of the best way to relieve yourself from these kind of insipid thoughts would be to cultivate a hobby .At times it becomes a constant source of spirit raiser, even when you are ridiculed by the whole world and it helps in restating your waning confidence level, a reassurance that you have done your maximum even in the declining situation that you were subjected to.

I felt happy leafing through the pages of my diary and felt recharged living once again through my adolescence. Most of the times I could laugh at my own stupidity and the best part is that I realized that problems faced at certain stage of life remains no more a problem when you look at it from the latter stage of your life.

So live everyday to your best rather live every moment creatively, express your feeling on regular basis on a sheet of paper. Seriously one wont understand how magical it feels to leaf through the moments that you have once lived.. may be this is what is called Introspection.

Here I stand claiming literally that my life so far has been an open book. Turning back I feel like an historian, who have succeeded in capturing every moment of her life. I feel immense pleasure to share this achievement of mine with you all today.

Wish you all a very “HAPPY & PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR”.

Little Angel..

In a forest of hundred thousand trees, no two leaves are alike. And no two journeys along the same path are alike.

That night I could not sleep. I silently slipped out of my bed went ahead and unbolted the door which directed me to the balcony. Whenever I am low in spirit, the company of plants planted there helps me in uplifting my mood, but that day I was afraid that it would also not help me. All the plants in my garden on account of being watered in the evening were glistening at the touch of moon light. They radiated a rare feeling of pleasantness in that odd hour of night too. Suddenly I was engulfed by silence, a stillness which was disturbed by the sounds produced by night moths. My mind swayed along with the silent murmur of occasional breeze which also made the leaves to dance. That night perfectly symbolized “Celebration of life” at least for me. A point when we feel we are one with the nature. But my deep remorse that night prevented me from enjoying things as it was. I was sad, my love for my Little Angel, the tragedy that she faced alone, the very thought of it made me feel melancholic.

I still remember the day when my sister introduced her best friend’s younger sister as ‘Little Angel’ to me. Her sparkling eyes caught my attention soon, and from that day on for a year she became the companion of this 5 years old girl which I was then. She must be of three. A chubby baby girl with curly hair, rosy lips, tiny hands and above all she possessed a magical power to own all the hearts that looked at her adorable face.

Second time when I met her she must be six. She had grown into a skinny girl, a chirpy little girl who could be easily swayed off or persuaded, for she could do anything out of her innocent love for all those who would play with her. For her every human touch was touch of pure love, for she knew no falsity. Her innocent face was just like a new moon, very radiant and transparent.

And for the final time when I met her she was 15. I was taken aback when I met her. Unlike her olden days she had transformed completely into an introvert, who was living in her own isolated world cut off from friends and family. Her shining pair of eyes had completely lost its glow and it was sunken deep inside and remained tucked to the eyes socket. I tried to strike a conversation, but she avoided it at the pretext of lack of time preparing for her 10^th standard exams. I wondered at the transformation that this girl had underwent and thought in my mind that something is severely wrong with her. I suspended my thoughts thinking that it must be the examination pressure, but still I was not convinced.

After few days what I could hear was that this girl had committed suicide. We were totally taken aback. Even after passage of a week to this incident we could not understand what prompted this girl to attempt suicide. As police enquires failed to gather any evidence, they had to forcibly close the case. Keeping to the standards, onlookers started to guess, to contemplate various reasons behind this mystery, and the reasons varied as per the imaginative power of the people. Years passed, but that incident still lingers fresh in my mind as an unresolved riddle. Some where I desired to know the reason as to why my Little Angel committed suicide. I knew her well and that refrained me from believing in stories cooked by society. After her tragic end, her family shifted and we never met again. Years passed.

It was at this time by chance that I met Little Angel’s elder sister, my sister’s one time best friend. She invited me home and I was so happy to meet her again, that I was quick to accept the invitation. It was a fine Sunday morning, and I was there at their doors. At that time I felt like I was 5 again and a sudden anticipation that I would be welcomed with the same warmth and love which I experienced as a kid on visiting their home. True to my belief, they welcomed me with the same love and warmness. Before I could make myself comfortable, the long garlanded portrait of my Little Angel brought tears in to my eyes. I could not control the welling up of salt water and finally it flooded out. Might be my face had this question labeled on it as to why my Little Angel committed suicide.

May be Di could read the genuine glimpses of pain in my eyes that she slipped in a diary in my hands. A diary? I was left wondered. Slowly I opened it. Yes that was her, her life’s recording in her own handwriting.

The opening line read “History will Absolve ME”.

As I leafed through the pages of it, I found that write-ups written towards the end of her life were very disturbing infact intimidating. Some write-ups created an impression that some where down the lines she felt like a sinner and other write ups made me feel that she was victimized. Her last write –up conveyed something like this.

“ Innocence is a punishment. As a little child God blessed me with much beauty. My small little hands and fingers were so sexy that devil could not resist. My small little breast which was not even a spot then, could create so much of oomph, that I was treated as an object of desire, and my innocence at that tender age, was so raw that I could welcome all the undue advances made towards me by the devil with a smile. May be all this made me end up with this fate, that at the age of 15 I am left with many incidences to shadow box with. ..many sequences of which I have vague memories. Yes I have decided and that’s it. Let the devil gain. ”

After the reading the last line I was shattered, and it took time for me to pull myself back. I looked at Di and she too was sobbing. May be time had healed her, but for me it was a shocker. Later somewhere in the middle of conversation she mentioned that little Angel was victimized. She was sexually abused by one of the most trusted family friend as a child and she didn’t know how to convey her pain or cope up with the situation which ultimately culminated in her deciding to end her life and suffering. With a heavy heart I left the place. . Though I earnestly wished to make the world aware of the heinous crime that snatched my Little Angels right to life, till date I have refrained from sharing the mystery behind my her death with any one. I really don’t understand what stopped me. May be I didn’t wished to tarnish the image of innocence. I now realize that it was my lame trial to safeguard the picture of something which is long lost. In fact now I understand that such stories needs to be shared, to create awareness.

The other day I was reading newspaper and I came across a news item, the headline of which read as “Laws pertaining to Child sexual abuse”. Daily many cases are recorded and many such cases never see the light of the day too. I felt amused that laws pertaining to such an important issue are still been contemplated and in the process of finalization. Considering the fact that in future these laws may shape up, but what’s the point; parents of all ages, of all times are scared of revealing such incidents, they feel it’s a taboo. In such situations the only alternative before the parents and the society would be to suppress the issue. The matter doesn’t ends here. Sometimes parents are so very supportive that they don’t even like the kid to remember about the fact that such an incident has ever occurred in their life. And the poor kid grows up with a guilty conscience and lives a life of isolation. This is just one instance. In fact this issue has social, emotional, psychological and political dimensions to it.

My personal opinion is that in cases like these laws are dead. The law which didn’t benefit my Little Angel, which could not save her innocence, I believe, cannot protect any one. The intricacies of these laws would be hardly understood by the simpletons. What use would be these to those who could hardly spell the letters in the word ‘APPLE’. Their monosyllable speech can hardly translate the meaning of different touches and caresses. They are divine, for them every touch is touch of pure love; hardly do they understand the intentions of devil. It’s a big emphatic NO.. I feel sad, but we do have to think of a way out. Please don’t allow their innocence to be nipped at the very tender age. Let them grow in to a confident world where they can trust and value relations.

What I feel is that in such cases prevention is better than cure. Do take good care of your little ones. Don’t let them feel like a culprit, and face the consequences of something which they are not responsible for. It’s my earnest appeal to the society that no child should have my Little Angel’s fate; don’t let them have memories that would be reflected on their entire life.

Immortality

. . . as I am setting out on a journey to the other world, what could be more fitting for me than to talk about my journey, and to consider what we imagine to be its nature? How could we better employ the interval between this and sunset? Socrates, Phaedo

LIFE & DREAMS.. can that ever meet? Or just like horizon ,does that meets only in our imagination? I know it is pointless to argue about this whole philosophy. But then something that holds my interest is always dearer to me and in cases like this, the concepts of space, age nothing can hold me back from liking it. Just like fragrance can’t be separated from the flower, my thoughts; my thinking cling to me.

Can anyone actually distinguish a wave from the ocean. No rather ocean is the resting lap for the hungry tide. Similarly thoughts arise in us like wave, and may be with time it gets settled too, but it just takes a fraction of second for these waves, the thought waves to spring back to action and memories with all its profoundness gets back to you.

I understand we can't stop loving things just because somebody doesn't like you loving it. Though we may channelize our love for the time being but then we can't deny its existence. Time heals everything, may be with time it may transform and take another form. But it never dies and it will never die. If soul is something indestructible, experiences and memories too are immortal. With the passing of time all our experiences are transformed and merged in to something bigger and better.

Many are experiencing an emptiness and lack of meaning, and many consciously avoid thinking about their own death, a decision which fills the emptiness with fear. For how we view death is important, profoundly influencing how we live. The fact is that nobody is born and nobody is dying we are just changing our forms to transform and to evolve into something better. It’s a movement where one travels from love to greater love, from understanding to acceptance and from life to death to begin afresh.

Expectation..

Expectation..from childhood onwards we are trained in such a way that we are taught to meet our parents expectation. As we grow we are expected to meet the standards of our friend’s circle, otherwise you are isolated from the group. Then later in our life we are expected to meet the demands of our husband, children, relatives, society and who not and life passes in making plans to meet these expectations.

Though I am writing this write up I won’t say that I don’t expect anything from anyone. That would be blatant lie, and I don’t expect that I should lie or live a life full of lies. A person most of the time is scared about his image-their self portrayal, but for me these has never been a stumbling block. I have always lived life on my own terms and I am happy that I have.

What I am scared off are my own expectations. For past couple of months I feel that I have been harsh on my own self. To achieve what?? Some unrealizable goals. I have been pestering me, those were the days when I forgot to remember that I am failing before my own expectations.

I forgot the simple mantra of my life, my dream to live a simple peaceful life. Now I am back on tracks. I understand desire is the root cause of suffering, which has left me with one more desire to forget about the past and be happy. Live each day rather each moment happily and leave the rest to God. I am reminded of that song..

Maein Zindagi Ka Saath Nibhata Chala Gaya
Har Fikar Ko Dhuen Mein Udata Chala Gaya

Barbadiyon Ka Shok Manana Fizul Tha
Barbadiyon Ka Jashan Manata Chala Gaya
Har Fikar Ko Dhuen Mein Uda

Jo Mil Gaya Usi Ko Muqaddar Samajh Liya
Jo Kho Gaya Maein Usko Bhulata Chala Gaya
Har Fikar Ko Dhuen Mein Uda

Gham Aur Khushi Mein Farq Na Mehsoos Ho Jahan
Maein Dil Ko Us Muqaam Pe Laata Chala Gaya
Har Fikar Ko Dhuen Mein Udatha chalagaya.

Maein Zindagi Ka Saath Nibhata Chala Gaya
Har Fikar Ko Dhuen Mein Udata Chala Gaya

Imprints…..

Imprints of yesterday
Left me as a wanderer
My mind traveled back to yester years
Where I was free
And today I am forced to be free like me

Imprints of yesterday
Sparkled this competition within me
To compare and to evaluate
And eventually made me to love & hate things
For no valid reason, but yet it made me, my mind to do so

I was born free to wander
Today my mind wanders
But body is restricted from wandering
For they say I ought to behave like a woman
Trapped in her own self

Imprints of yesterday
God knows when it will be washed off
As an inscription on the wet sand
I await the touch of a wave
And I will be free…free forever

Did you bring “I” with you or not?

Am I facing writers block? I am not able to think. These days I am not even in a mood to lift my pen to scribble few lines. It feels like my words are getting rusted. My ideas are facing unnatural death. My veins are dried out of thoughts and I usually don’t feel like reading.

This may not be an unnatural phenomenon for many but for me, my world revolves around my thoughts, my dreams and an awareness that I am aware of these thoughts is what keeps me going on… so I thought of setting up an enquiry to know the reason as to why I am feeling this numbness; as if I am brain dead.

I tried sympathizing with myself, pitied me for the state in which I am, as if I am a different entity altogether. It didn’t work. I felt worse, just like a bedridden patient who is bored of the hospital environment. I felt claustrophobic and found me devoid of fresh air, I was missing my freedom; my blue sky and above all my mind’s canvass, where I can see,visualise thousands of my thoughts taking shape.

Today when I sit here, I don’t know I am just feeling that I am detoxifying my self and feel pretty confident, that still I can articulate my thoughts express myself ..my feelings. Still I can light up the dying flies of fire and ignite it and see myself dissolving in to words.. my only bridge to connect with my inner world. There is no ‘I’ here, it is all my experiences, my silent observations and recording of it. Above all it is through these experiences I earnestly attempt to understand, to grow and learn.

Stories…

I grew up listening to stories told to me by my father, grandmother and my friends. Being an introvert except for my sister, characters from these stories were my best friends. I could hold conversations with those friends of mine for hours together. Gradually with time all my friends vanished and I was left with stories which no longer made sense to me, but they still remained stories.

May be tomorrow my life itself may sound like a story for others. In fact every one lives in a story, may it be my father, mother, sister, friends, Lenin, Einstein, beggar , it could me any body on this earth, they all live in stories, because stories are all there to live in, it is just a question of which one to choose....

Tribute…

Let me not deprived of my youth,
Let me not deprived of my freedom
The nascent wings let it learn to take the flight
Flight to the new heights

In to the new miracles of the world
From the panoramic heights,
I see the beauty of this earth
The holistic view, otherwise distorted by men

Let me not deprived of my youth,
Let me not deprived of my freedom
The nascent wings let it learn to take the flight
Flight to the new heights

The Observant

I see the mind of minds
Seemingly easy going but very observant
It’s amusing to see how mindless it could get
With mind in all, what goes around
It has eyes of its own
A fantasy of its own
A world of its own
Above all an order of its own
I see the mind of minds
Seemingly easy going but very observant

Saath Rupiya

“Right to Education” becoming one of the fundamental rights in India is great achievement for Indian democracy. Free and compulsory education for children between age of 6-14. Great!!! The idea sounds too good to be practical. Of course there would be contradictory views on the topic, since it could be debated that none of the framers of our Indian Constitution were uneducated, rather they were all well qualified, but then why didn’t they give education its due place and respect at that time itself.

Now let me narrate a brief incident, rather another story for all those who love to hear stories .Train travelling teaches you lot. You meet different people with different attitude; obviously they all have different stories to narrate. It all started this way. I remember it was Naigoan Station. As usual I was busy reading newspaper. Suddenly I heard a jingle. Must say it was an unusual one.

“Saath rupee mein imported novels. Saath mein Sudha be aayegi, white tiger aayega, twilight aayega, abama bi aayega, koi bhi lelo saath rupey.” The idea of getting a copy of book, that too which are expensive just to buy for one time reading, here we were getting for sixty. Oh, it might be the pirated ones, I thought. For the first time when I heard this I found it very amusing. I was searching for the person who was selling this great works by good writer at rupee sixty.

To my wonderment I could see the heap of book, but was not able to spot the person selling it. Then I discovered two small hands holding it from below. There is no wonder why I couldn’t spot who was selling it. The boy must be 2.5 feet in height and he was carrying 3 feet in height of books. I called him near, just to strike a conversation. His flashy tiny white teeth and a welcoming smile attracted me. Madam saath rupiya, sirf saath rupiya mein imported novels, koi bhi lo, sirf saath rupiya.

I asked him to pull out a book, and pretended as if I was leafing through the pages of it. But actually I was observing him from the corner of my eyes, the living small wonder standing before me. He was busy canvassing other Madams, and everybody was looking at him with an eyes filled with kindness. He was quiet excited about his work. I returned the book and helped him in arranging it over the top of the bundle of the books that he was carrying. As soon as the train reached the next station he was very enthusiastic to get in to another compartment of the train, where again he started his “dhanda” as he called it. It was his boney time.

Must be when I was of his age, the mounting concern of my parents were loads of books in our bags that we carried on our shoulders as coolies. Their hearts were too weak to see their children carrying their bags. So we were accompanied with a bai who used to carry our bags. Our parents did all to provide us with the comforts. I remember me having ice creams daily on my way back from school to home.

Now look at the parallel, these boys in the era of compulsory education, with “RIGHT TO EDUCATION” been given so much of importance is doing what? Are their human rights not violated, or is it the case that these all tiny kids are not humans. I am confused rather concerned. They carry books but not to study. They carry novels but will they ever in their live be able to enjoy the literature? The names they cry aloud every day, what good does it makes for them. They may earn rupees sixty each day and may be double of it through out their life per day.

Democracy as usual would grow slow to its letter and spirit. But what I feel is we as responsible citizen of India we could help in better implementation of it. “Now how could we contribute to it, after all we are not responsible for what they are?” would be the rising question. Yes, of course it is not mandatory for any one to contribute. If we want to avoid doing certain things we can find thousand ways to shun it. But before passing the judgment, my request rather my appeal would be to just look in deep with in you.

Sponsoring a child’s education, how much will it cost per month? Hardly three movie tickets charge. Imagine the good that one would be doing by it. Awakening a child to the world of freedom and liberty; isn’t this a wonderful idea. If you want your name to be published some where for all the good that you do, then sorry, these kind of activities is not for those people, who pretends to be kind but who charges for their kindness.

I know there would be alternate view points on this issue. It doesn’t matter to me what people think over this issue neither do I want to influence their decisions. If any one comes forward voluntarily just to support, to sponsor even if a single child’s education, then I will think that I have delivered my bit.

Do think over it!!!

Me....

I drenched myself in the holy rain

And was calm and pure again

Contended to witness the peace

The peace that lies within

I met face to face with me

With every thought dissolving in to one

Just me and the clattering rain

Exchanging warmth and cold

Everything was perfect

Me and the dripping sweetness

Just a moment away and

I am the beauty, I am the rain

Communicating using SILENCE as a WEAPON

Various Situations:

· When you are trying to avoid some one
· When you don’t have a definite answer to give
· When you have an answer but know that by you expressing it can create havoc
· When you are submissive enough and are so terrified to raise your voice
· When one is concerned about the society
· When one has definite answer but wants the other person to wait wait and wait for a longer time for a reply till they die out of boredom.
· When you know all, and consider you wise enough not to answer
· Beautiful way to say no more interested
· It could also be a brilliant way to convey your thought
· To hide ones feelings that one knows exist but want to hide it from the world and more over from one self.
· Struggling ideas always finds refugee in silence.

What more could it mean?? It’s an open survey; any body who has an alternative perspective can add to the list :)

Travelogue experience…

Never felt like I was going to do this… Pen is far off, but I had my dreams to chase. I am always that way. .. a girl with dreamy eyes. With out even giving it a second thought I was all ready. I feel happy to be where I am sitting now.

Waking up at 4.30 in the morning was not an issue at all. It was hardly any thing compared to the zest that this trip brings to my life. A bus journey through the heart of the city which gradually drifts away its path, to merge it self with the peace and serene environment of forest; unlike the ever honking, fast paced city. My bus leads me in to a new world. The experience is of loosing yourself to attain a higher objective.

I was always attracted by the prospect of traveling, never found it bore. Ask me to pack my bags and get ready and I am there with all new vigor and enthusiasm. On the way to Dolvi, falls Karnala Bird sanctuary, where birds from far and wide flocks in with a dream of traveling far and wide, just to find a temporary resting place in the woods of this forest, a home for few days... being in this place allows me to identify me as one amongst them who have landed on this piece of land with lots of hopes and aspiration. I see my destiny has taken me far and wide. In this unknown stretch of land I no more identify myself as a stranger.

I am actually lost in the creative genius behind the standing of this iron plant, strong and sturdy; a structure with no place for weaknesses. Whenever I walk through the premises of the company I feel I am accompanied by an unknown force, a power which guides me with a desire to take me some where and I feel it is asking me to stay and remain close to it. I feel spirited and happy too, for the acceptance that I am receiving. I am able to interact with the environment as if I am interacting with one of my kin. Some relationships are that way; you never know when you get fond of it and how you get attached to it.

ISPAT Industries

Happy to interact with people, happy to identify myself as one amongst them. I remember reading the novel ‘Mother’ by Maxim Gorkhy, and the craftsmanship with which he had drafted the starting paragraph of the novel. The opening lines and the intensity of the idea hidden in his wordsv(I am talking about the starting description of the manufacturing units given by him), now I understand that.

How workers queues in and starts working, and how time slowly drifts to warmness of afternoon from the lap of peaceful morning and later the sun sets just to rise the next morning to remind them of their mechanical existence. Yes, the only thing that I found missing is the loud crying sirens, reminding one about the changes that have been bought in the work environment in these evolving ages of renaissance. I think a brief of that novel was some where layered deep with in me. May be I am reliving that environment, the melodrama which was set up and brought in to life by the Midas touch of Maxim Gorky.

My thoughts as ever are random, and I find beauty in that. I feel a sense of freedom and liberty. I guess I am enjoying the moment and that has increased my joy.

Random are my thoughts,
Random are my dreams,
Random has been my life till now
Randomly I have pooled myself
Have wondered many times how random is stability…
May be randomly I receive an answer for it :)

Finding beauty in the unexpected..

Happiness is like a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.

~Nathaniel Hawthorne

Every thing was unexpected. Suddenly from the debris of life, the long forgotten story pops up again, just to create ripples and to vanish of, as quickly as a stormy night never to be repeated again. Why is God testing us all? Why is life led to an angle from where it becomes difficult for you to decide? Why is this unnecessary confusion when you are hundred percent sure of your decisions? Why is this courtesy of happiness granted not to many?

If life is a song why can’t all sing it? If life is hurdle, why can’t all overcome it? If life is a dream, why can’t all chase it? If life is light, why is it surrounded by darkness? If life is love, why can’t all express it? Is that just we have forgotten to word it correctly or to understand what life is to life itself?

Here I stand as a prayer to be answered.. a promise to be kept.. as an intention to intrude into my heart and soul… a desire to be fulfilled.. as an idea in development ready to spring in to life.. to love to love and many more. Repeatedly I keep on asking me this questions just to discover few more loaded words adding itself to the already existing list, which are no longer just mere words to me, but an experience, a sense of feeling of being with and growing with it. With each new experience I am growing stronger. Trust me I feel I am getting closer to God. The distance between us is blurring and I am growing perfectly in love with him. His light is shining as my soul, bringing in that perfect radiance out of me which I can also see reflecting from other.

How we say that we don’t love one another, when the same light is being reflected from you and me, speaking the unique language of love. Though it may not have touched perfection, but what is perfection...it is just a myth, and could be termed as a perception defined subjectively. So why to stick on to the idea of perfection lets work on perception part and get it corrected.

May be I was not perfect in my approach but I am sure that maintaining success is not a one time achievement. My experiment for creating endurable relationship will continue, though I may have to face failures. I am believer, a believer in its truest sense. After all, no chord of life remains untouched by love, in short love touches all. Be that love, that light, yourself, which world can look forward to, whenever they forget to believe in the magical power of that word.

In one way or other we all are “Sapnoka Saudagar”, who comes to this world spells some magic and go with out giving any prior notice as we had come to existence in this world. Came from where..and vanishes where; all is known to just one ‘Saudagar’, who weaves all these magical dreams and he is the one who directs the role plays called “Life”, characterized by us on this beautiful earth.

Exit or Existence???

It’s been really long that I have written something. Its not because nothing has touched me, but the reason would be that I was overwhelmed by certain happenings of my life. All personal, but can share one with my friends who regularly read my blog. Today I am a proud Maasi.. I know you all must me congratulating me, and think that I have readily and happily accepted all your greetings.

Today I have a much greater mission to accomplish. Now that even I fall in the list of “elders”, I am really concerned about the mishap of the older people. Being a native of Kerala, I have immense pride in the fact that how much importance we keralite give for higher education. And trust me, most of them are well placed. Think of a higher position in the hierarchy of any organization and for sure, one will find a person from Kerala.

Superb na… but I wonder whether this affiliation that they show towards attaining higher post, fat salary and a good house is reflected on their relationship maintenance capability. I visit Kerala very often, and one thing which is evident and highly visible in Kerala is big houses. Most of my relatives and extended family is almost spread all over the globe, and that is seen on the kind of house they own. Must say... good palace like houses.

But then as a matter of fact, it has never excited me. All this marvelous architecture, furnishing and all…just remain as part of houses and not homes. What we find in these palaces are their age old parents, left as house keepers or one can say care takers of the riches of their kids. They really yearn for their daughters and sons to be with them but seldom find them in their company.

Their only companion is their life saving drugs, which keeps them engaged through out the day, reminding them that they have to take this medicine by this time and have to sleep after taking that medicine, have to go for a walk and than end their day by having half a chapatti, since most of them are diabetic patients. And of course to wait for the BIG BANK DRAFT that is send to them, which their children think is all that what their parents wants. I pity them (both parents & their children). There is no internal motivation to lead life. Again it is all mechanical.

Remember, what you sow shall you reap. What I can visualize is once when these so called proud millionaires, whose only mission is to earn money returns, they will find them replacing their parents role, by taking over the empty house, their empires built with passion to show off their possessions, which they were never sucessful in transforming in to home.

The important lesson, the basic idea of human existence is forgotten very conveniently. Is money all in our life? Those people who made us capable of earning that money, were they just a stepping stone? Where is humanity lost? If a person cannot hear the inner voice of there parents what good is he off? I wonder.

Unless and until they take a conscious effort to stop this legacy right away, I guess humanity will die its natural death, creating robots who knows not to do any thing else but that which has been fed in to their programming system. People with artificial intelligence... Sounds funny, but practically it would be satirical to live in such a world. Just by sympathizing with those elderly people is not enough to realize what they are undergoing, try to empathize and then we understand what it feels to be at there place. And will also know who is a rich person.

If this pattern continues, I am afraid, you will definitely end up as a proud parent providing all riches to your sons and daughters, but what will they be to you, how will they relate with you?? I guess let us be fair to humanity and give it a decent chance to survive.

Do think over!!!

To be continued…….

Certain things are good if it remains unexplained; it always gives you courage to act..since the entire power is concentrated on gaining strength to act. I wish my friend to have this courage when ever she faces challenges and I am sure that she will be facing one at every moment as she proceeds in life.

She is very down to earth, a simpleton .. who recognises everything, always tries to accommodate others and put their priorities ahead even if she has one of her own. I appreciate her patience but at times I feel it is always better to liberate your thoughts, your feeling, to feel and be like you. Just to show that even you exist in this world, even you love to be heard. I mean I believe in that saying that “Silence is golden” but here I beg to differ a bit by adding “at times" towards the end of it.

I can read her mind, I won’t say like an open book, but some of my close friends feelings I can read and in her case it says:

“There were times in my life when I felt excited about every thing, I mean to say what ever I did excited me… now I wonder where that part of me has vanished. I feel I am leading a very mechanical life… where there is hardly any time left to engage in activities that stimulates one to lead life and explore new avenues… for understanding the hidden beauties of life, the finer nuances of life.” Well now I understand the true meaning of being in a “pensive mood”.

How I yearn to wipe out all her worries and make her concern free, how I wish to do that. But the irony here is the fact that every body has to fight their own battle and evolve with their own strategies to face the challenges put forth before them by the biggest teacher.

My dear friend, you need to gather strength or else this mediocre world will eat you up with their dirty politics. I need to see my friend back with vitality and agility that I am sure you posses, but have just forgotten about it. I just wish to see you expressing your feelings freely at least once for me, and have the resilience power of phoenix to relive from the ashes. Here it would be the debris of life. Life has to be seen with eyes of “magic weaver”, who is always aware of their own potential.

I have intentionally chosen this title for the write up, just to remind you that when ever I think to write some thing about you the next time, it should be about your success in remaking your approach towards your life which always and always happens with all heroines :) I will consider myself to be the privileged one for getting the patented rights to do the honors.

Love
Sreedevi

PUZZLES OF LIFE

One of the most puzzling questions that I have ever encountered in life is the “Stereotyped thoughts” of people around me. When ever I write something about relationship, why to say even my very close friends speculate that I write about myself… my own experience of life. And there I am left wondering as to why can’t this people thing something “fresh”.

Its always the norm that most of the times people are interested in colourful, spiced up stories and wish to learn about personal life and expects that if some one dares to write about relationship, its about them and their chosen one. Link ups, associations and then an endless saga, ‘Saga of love begins’ which stretches itself like never ending Balaji serials. I must say that there will be no agreeableness amongst people on something which would be constructive but then when it comes to such a topic, it is amusing to see that there is high degree of agreeableness, shockingly amongst the people who may belong to different school of thoughts.

And the poor writer, the poor creature, is assassinated every second, by the thousand questions that are posed on them. Why can’t this people respect a writer’s creative freedom? I don’t understand. But as I writer I feel happy too, to learn that people are actually taking pains to read my write up though it may be to criticize. Some where it helps to gauge what all topic interests a readers. There is no wonder that most of the time works by Sydney Sheldon and Shobhaa De finds more market demand than the works by Maxim Gorky or Leo Tolstoy’s. I must admire them… my readers for their polemical comments and expressing there interest in reading what ever I write. In fact I must consider it as a compliment that my thoughts are actually instigating them to think…. ‘Thinking’ which is the long forgotten process.

Ok.. you may feel that I am drifting away from the main point of contention, so commenting back on the topic, let me be very candid in expressing my views which I believe in and it goes this way. Even if you are in a relationship that does not mean the absence of other relation and nor does it value to you become irrelevant and non existent. MAN is a “SOCIAL ANIMAL” and he cannot lead an isolated life and so live bereft of others. It is high time for us to get this fact drilled into our brains and hence it is normal that there would be reference to some or the other relation, (that may or may not have any thing to do directly with the writer) which obviously inspires one to write about them. Here the writer may not be concerned about the relation or the person, but the subject would be focused on feelings, how the act of the subject in question impresses you and forces the writer in you to pick up the pen and start penning the flow of thought that arises in you.

There is no summing up of this concept or nor is there any conclusion. Its all subjective and left to individuals interpretation. One just cannot keep on explaining each and every thought that arises with in you and nor the logic behind it. At the very outset it becomes clear that, it will be a futile exercise to lay our hands on it.

But then to end this write up on a positive note, I would love to dedicate few verse rather few lines to my little one year old, angel like sister…. Her big black round baby eyes have always been a source of inspiration for me to write…. :)

When I look in to your eyes,
I see a new dream.
A dream which is yet to bloom
But sure to succeed.

You are the free will
You are the spirit
Which takes my heart for a ride
And wants me to see more of it.

You teach me to believe in the power of DREAMS…
Dream to LEAD
Dreams to SALVATION
Dreams to LOVE

Dreams to LIVE& LIFE…

Challenges--- I Like it!!!

People always bang on me rather challenge me that they are able to track all my feelings and thought. How I feel, what I will think in a particular situation, how i will behave... in short they feel they can read me as a open book.

But the irony is that the more they challenge me with this, I must confess I feel the more I should mislead them. If I nod and say to them that their guess was perfectly correct, they become so very damn happy. Some where you know I feel like a winner in this game. If they can play a game with me, (here in this case it would be decoding my thoughts) even i feel that i should counter them and then the real game begins. You sympathise with their thoughts about you and you can directly get in to their thought process and at times you get to hear some wonderful revelations. Is it not one of the simplest technique to get to know what others think about you and about themselves. But then don't over look simplicity... one mistake and everything goes wrong. It is an art which needs to be mastered. Navigating in to other thought looks simple but then it is not that easy.

I hope after reading my short writeup on this topic one will stop proclaiming or challenging that you can track or know exactly what others think. One may be smart but always remember that there are many who are much smarter than you. So stop fooling yourself and taking pride in your capability of interpreting others thoughts.

Take care!!

Love

Haritha

DISTANCE—Just Another Creation of MIND

Does distance actually keep people apart?? Many a times I have heard my friends saying that they broke off because their boy friend/girlfriend has left to some other countries either in relation to their work or for studies. “See yaar I think it is not going to work, distance will actually prevent us from keeping our relationship alive” this is one of the popular dialogue put forth by most of the modern day Lailas and majunus :P

I must say in these cases there love is blown away with the first stroke of wind. Limited understanding, love, respect for their partners aspiration, and must say the self centered nature of human being is what the actual problem is; what if he goes, who will take care of me?? That’s what is seen on the face all the so called self proclaimed beauties of this universe. In this self propagated belief, what happens is some where truth gets masked, tarnished and the real and genuine reason gets a wonderful chance to hide behind the façade of modern life’s busyness. Entire blame goes to city’s lifestyle without the people, the city mongers, not even thinking about the fact that the very city which they are blaming, is the source of their livelihood and forgetting to accredit it. The intention of city is always misinterpreted as giving birth to inhuman creatures.

I have said it intentionally here why because I believe that beauty is something very internal. There is no harm in gauging it externally but then by doing so, be prepared to accept the fact that you are fooling your self and somewhere deep with in you, you have that realization too. Stop living momentarily. It has no fun. At times it is always better to listen to your heart rather your brains :)

We marketing students always believes in value adds, in this case the value add would be pure heart, which knows to love. This can discern right from the wrongs. Which is strong in itself that it won’t become a burden on others, but always be a source of inspiration to others? Here the definition of love would to accept the person as it is, without asking him or her to mend their ways as per your aspiration. A real beautiful person will understand the intensity of my words, because they are audacious enough to accept the fact. Remember the real face of truth is always ugly… but then it can stand independent of other factors and won’t have to change faces to suit the surrounding.

So my earnest request to all those friends of mine would be to check their thoughts. Is it the distance that have parted them apart or is it the communication gap or is it purely your animal instinct? If you are not clear about your thoughts then just not defame LOVE, it deserves better treatment, because LOVE is divine and prosperous from its entire angle. It holds the purity of water originating from the mountain cliffs, after all we Indians believe in taking bath in the holy water of Ganga to wash off our sins.

So just dip in the holy water of your mind and get rid of all your sins by respecting, caring and loving your loved ones. Be grateful for what ever you have.

Do think over it!!

Love
Haritha

Operation boredom …

Am I really bored sitting alone? No not at all J thankfully you know what, I know how to spent time constructively. Sounds like a bit of boasting but that’s the fact. Yeah.. all philosophy apart, frankly speaking I was feeling very bored today. Come on yaar, how long can a person like me sit behind the confinement of closed door… but surprisingly I was doing that L.

Of late I sort of finished reading the book ‘The Monk who sold his Ferrari’, after that I went through some of the boring ppts of financial management, cooked food, cleaned house but still I had lots of time at my disposal. Finally I thought of going out for a walk and exploring some of the new avenue in Vasai. Entered a cloth shop when I was feeling too hot outside, (this was a technique adopted by my friend and me to ease ourselves in the cool breeze of AC in the shop) so if you are planning to adopt this strategy make sure that the store is air conditioned :D), showed no mercy towards the sales boy, I asked him to pull so many clothes out of the shelf that the sales boy became so happy, he felt that I am going to buy as many tops, which I had asked him to keep aside.

When the business was sort of getting serious, I slowly preferred to escape the situation at the pretext of not finding my favorite color, which even I was not sure off (there is no doubt that in such situation nobody would be sure of the color of the fabric that he was looking forward to buy). Poor fellow, he tried his level best but was unaware of my intentions. Must say, I behaved in a very royal manner as if I had so much money that if I felt like, I will end up buying the entire shop. I don’t know how could I control the whirlpool of laughter that was about to swirl out of me, but then you know I am a real good actress at times. :P

On my way back I thought of treating me with some real good food. I didn’t have to think twice, I automatically stopped in front of a diary and ordered for paneer. Reached home again I must say the same boredom started gripping. Called up ammuma, had a lovely conversation as usual, she gave me all the instruction as to how I will fall weak if I don’t have sufficient food; she asked me to take two glass of milk instead of one and the list goes on endlessly for half an hour.

Inspired by the speech delivered by her I thought of preparing Paneer thikka Masala and started cooking it for the dinner. The deep silence was killing me, so I finally thought of playing my favorite CD on the music system and played it little aloud… then it was all fun after that, I sang aloud with the music, danced to please my self and it will remain so forever (since if there is any award that could be given to bad dancer, I would be the winner of the trophy.. lovely na.. hmm .. but not that funny).. then what.. had what ever food I prepared like a rare wonder, praised me for my cooking skills and smiled at me. The only other guest was Meenu, cat who comes and sits in my house backyard regularly and must say the only other admirer of my garden except for me. Offered little food to meenu. And there ends the party.

Here I am back on my laptop filing my experience of the day…hopefully this will give some hint to all those staying alone as to how to spice up your day even if you have no one around.

I must say I am incredible!!! Just kidding, but I have no issues if you have taken it seriously J

Lovingly yours,
Haritha