Tuesday, March 18, 2014

I Don't ...


Sometimes I feel like I don't exist, life rushes around me. People exchange brief glances, gestures, and general acknowledgment while I seem to stand in the eye of the storm, unconnected and unaffected.

The wind blows hardest downhill as I walk up hill, but it passes right through me. My hands and feet feel numb, I glance to the ground to steady myself and I notice I'm not casting a shadow.

The skies are usually dark in grim times, storm clouds lingering overhead and they say "when it rains it pours". So I chant that old lyric 'let it rain down on me...'

It's funny or at least a little odd the way clouds can filter the colors of leaves and even flowers. Dark romantic hues color the world around me and a nearby cast iron fence frames a garden like an oil painting, but I stand grey.

They don't see me because I am not there, I was never born...but merely, imagined. I am who 'she' would be had she not been disrupted, this makes me somehow important as measure for comparison. As an answer to an unasked question I float in the mist unrealized but not unwanted, never embraced but always cared for.

So a message to you from the world of what could or might have been...


"Hello, will you be staying long?"




Saturday, March 15, 2014

Relations! A child play?





Every child, be it a girl or boy, dream about been married to their soul mate. Right before they learn to be independent they start looking for that special person all around. But then, why the divorce rate of the present generation is rocketing so much?

Is this because, no one is ready to compromise? Or let go of their freedom, to be loyal and to be humble to their better half?

You fall in love with someone and at the end of the day you back out cos your parents won’t agree. The reason maybe different religion caste, family background, financial status, age or whatever it is (Indian Scenario). Actually, don’t you know your parents more than anyone, and you know what they expect for their child. So before getting committed to someone, can’t all the reasons be considered and then go for it. Love is blind. But after a point does the blindness go away and you regain eye sight?

Break-up is always a choice for the good of both individuals. If you find that you can’t get along with this person cos of your huge lot of in-differences, that’s a reason. Get out of each other’s life. But these days it’s always, “We are breaking up, cos our families won’t agree for this, and we don’t want to hurt our parents”. So when you were like Romeo and Juliet for past 2 or 3 years, mostly in college years, you didn't have parents? Seriously, this is one thing I never seems to understand. You can’t always find your soul mate from the same status or religion or whatever criteria the family puts forward, but if you are ready to love that person ignoring all this, be ready to spend your life with them too.

As read somewhere, “Divorce/break up is just a fancy word masking what is truly a broken attachment between two people. Divorce is more than separating assets and belongings.  It’s the severing of a very strong bond founded on deep feelings of dependency and need. Believe it or not, you developed an attachment to your partner over the course of dating and marriage that connected you on an emotional and physiological level beyond what you realized.”

Marriage or commitment is always a choice. If you are willing to spend the rest of the days with him/her under every circumstance, plunge into that sacred constitution or else just back out before you get committed.

In very relation, be it in friendship, love, marriage, siblings, there are fights, word wars, anger, jealously, misunderstandings and imperfections. No one is perfect. Learn to love the imperfections. Give your best in all relations. Never hesitate to say I love you or I miss you. Have faith enough to say, “I trust you more than I love you”. Hug each other. Hold hands. Never miss to give a Smile at each other. Mean your words. Be proud of one another. Never break your promises, if you don’t mind to keep them, then don't give out promises.

Try to hold the thread till the end, and if it’s meant to stay strong you won’t lose it, or else leave. If you have ever loved that person, you are gonna miss that individual when you back out. Why we have to miss someone when we could be with them throughout? So, never give up someone until you tried your best. 

As the Christian Marriage Vows says….


I _____, take you ______, to be my wedded wife/husband. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish 'till death do us part. And hereto I pledge you my faithfulness.




Give yourself to someone, “till death do us part”, and not only till you feel satisfied.


P.S. A self-reminder to a future me if ever I feel like giving up a relation. :)





Monday, March 10, 2014

Are we strong enough...?


"We all want things to stay the same. Settle for living in misery because we’re afraid of change, of things crumbling to ruins. Then I looked at around to this place, at the chaos it has endured – the way it has been adapted, burned, pillaged and found a way to build itself back up again. And I was reassured, maybe my life hasn’t been so chaotic, it’s just the world that is, and the real trap is getting attached to any of it. Ruin is a gift. Ruin is the road to transformation.” - Eat, Pray and Love. 


She was perfect from the beginning. Or could say she tried hard to be one, for others, pushing way beyond her boundaries and choosing others bliss above hers. But was this the way to live a life?

And very soon, her cocoon of perfect world broke when she kept away from the crowd to make her own way. It was far more difficult than her early scenario. Before, she had the whole world to support and now she felt all alone. 


Making your own way and been yourself is the biggest hurdle. Your life is all planned,  either by us or by our people. And one wrong step could flip everything in a blink. But what about starting all over again? Isn't that an option? Yes, every single day is a new beginning. But to forget and let go of everything and to move forward one needs immense strength. But do we, the present generation are that strong enough to start over again, if we ever take a wrong step?

What do you think....?




Saturday, March 8, 2014

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

How do I tell her about you...


How do I tell her about you .... the person who made me see the beauty of the world. Who made me realize that happiness is not something to be chased but it should happen spontaneously.

You showed me that life is all about moments and when one spend those moments with the person they like, then life seems to be beautiful and fun to live.

I wanted to show you the beauty of this world, but instead you made me see all those in your eyes.
How do I tell her about you... without falling in love with you, again.




Written for 100 Words on Saturday @Write Tribe



Saturday, February 1, 2014

My Earliest Memory...


Today we (blogging friends at Write Tribe) decided to jot down our Earliest memories in our Blogs. I was tagged by Jyothi ... 




So here goes a very small incident from my wonder years...

I was around 4 years and was studying in KG-1 in a school in UAE. I remember having two boys as my friends, wonder why I don't remember having any girls in my friend list until I got back to Kerala. Anyways, back to KG days. In class I sit in between these two guys and us three used to blabber all throughout the class. Been good children in spite of our tongues we were spared by most of the teachers until a North Indian teacher joined the school. I don't remember her name or details except she lacked that warmth of a teacher.

So one day she comes to class and saw us indulged in our own world. She gave us a warning and we did keep quiet until she finished the lessons. Again we started. Warning turned to changing places. But nothing could keep me from my friends. Seeing all this and the disobedient me, teacher lost her temper and slapped me on my face. Been the youngest and most pampered child, I was too shocked and stubborn even to cry. And when Mom came to pick me my cheeks told her the story even before I did. And even before I knew it, Principal changed my class. Even thou I was sad to leave my friends begin I was happy to go from her class.

I don’t even remember whether the slap caused me any pain or not. But I do remember how my Mom made sure that I was not put in her class again and also scolding me for making the teacher angry. 

I remember how the kids and children welcomed me into their midst with such of warmth. 

I remember how my boy-friends used to meet me religiously at all intervals.

I guess, that tiny tot incident taught me how much I screw up in life, my parents would be there for me, even thou I have to face their scolding’s first. And no matter what, some people could make you feel good just with a smile. 

And the best one was, I never felt bad or had any grudges against my teacher, I was all smiles very soon. But if that happened now, I could have made quite an hungama ... cos, as I grew up the innocence of childhood just washed off... 

But now, as I write this, I can fully understand why that teacher of mine lost her temper.... even as an adult, I can't tolerate myself, so at that age I would have been the worse... and my poor teacher must have been really frustrated with all my drama.... ;)


..... Now I'm tagging Kathy Combs. And off to travel along with her down her memory lane. 



So what's your earliest memory.... do share it .... :)


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This post was a group effort of the Ladies from Write Tribe. All started when Vidya Sury asked us to share our favorite photo in our FB group. And now 20 ladies shared their Earliest Memory in a single day. Thanks to Corinne and Shilpa for sorting it all out. :)

And here goes a journey down the memory lane of many Lovely Ladies :)

  1. Suzy Que - Someday Somewhere
  2. Psych Babbler – Over Cups of Coffee
  3. Vidya Sury – Coffee With Mi
  4. Tulika Singh – Obsessive Mom 
  5. Shilpa Garg –  A Rose Is A Rose Is A Rose
  6. Richa Singh –  The Philosopher’s Stone
  7. Meena Menon – Meena’s Space
  8. Bhavya Nandakumar – Ishithaa
  9. Kalpana Solsi – Gemini In The Sky
  10. Kajal Kapur – Rainbow Hues
  11. Geeta Nair – Fabric of Life
  12. Corinne Rodrigues – Everyday Gyaan
  13. Maggie Lawate – 2 AM Writer
  14. Shiva Kapoor – Where The Mind Is Without Fear
  15. Aditi Kaushiva – Life Is A Journey – Make It BeaYoutiful
  16. Jyothi Nair – Jyothi’s Day Out
  17. Sheetal Susan – Scribblings
  18. Kathy Combs – The Giggling Trucker’s Wife Writes
  19. Pixie – Pixie’s Take On Everything
  20. Sulekha Rawat – Memoirs

Love you Ladies.


Friday, January 31, 2014

We Did It!


And today we come to the end of a month long blogging challenge of January.

Eventhou it was a last moment decision to do the challenges, I’m so glad I we did it. I was not along in this, Bhavya of Ishithaa was also there with me from the start. Even when we failed to post now and then, we did catch up very soon. 




We take this moment to give credits to our fellow blogger friends who took part in the challenge, and gave immense support through out Jairam, Kajal, Kathy, Michelle, Nabanita, Richa, Suzy Que,Shilpa. And also to the very awesome Write Tribe.






And now we can proudly present the badges, 






So until we meet next time, Goodbye. :)


                          Linking this to Jan 2014 Ultimate Blog Challenge & NaBloPoMo.


 


To read posts by fellow friends and UBC and NaBloPoMo participants, click here Jairam,Kajal, Kathy, Michelle, Nabanita, Richa, Suzy Que,Shilpa.