Truth Triumphs

Two days back a wonderful news made my day… When I joined my current company, I was very apprehensive while joining my first project. It was a domain which I didn’t have any knowledge about and with people whom I had never interacted with. But my team leader was a very understanding person, she not only gave me time to adjust to the domain, but would patiently answer all my doubts. Even if that meant working a little late than the scheduled time… Time and again I used to badger her with questions and she would patiently explain me.. And the more she explained, the more curious I became.We shared a good camaraderie till I got transferred to another project. What I took back from my earlier project was a mentor, a person whom I could relate to, no matter what my query was, personal or professional. Never had I seen such dedication and sincerity, especially in an industry where working on weekends seemed like a sin and working beyond scheduled hours a torture. Here was a person, who didn’t work, coz she was getting paid for it, but worked coz she revered her work. It was not mere duty for her, but was passion. Her dedication and work became a milestone for people like me and a sense of threat for peers. We live in an age, where competition doesn’t mean using your abilities to its best, a sense of healthy competition is almost dead....What remains back is a puddle of dirty politics and scandals… And the same thing started showing its hood… But with truth as her tool, my friend (I have the liberty to say so) went ahead, untouched by politics and undeterred by comments…. She worked coz; she loved her work and didn’t bother about reactions… Finally, her will power and hard work was noticed and she was awarded with a performance award. The moment I saw her name in the list, tears brimmed my eyes… Here was a lesson which I needed to learn, never give up... She never expected any rewards for her work nor did she bother when she got one.. I was touched by her magnanimity when she said that the award belonged to all the three of us who worked hard as a team and not to a single individual… I wrote her a lengthy mail, appreciating her work and I got back a reply saying, what I treasure is not my award but your sentiments for me. I am happy I got this award, coz, this way I could understand ur feelings and respect for me. That is my award.. Gosh!! In this selfish world, there are still people u can look upto and revere…


A Lesson worth learning and remembering….. Truth does triumph…Proud of u my friend…

Waitin for a Better Day!!!

I just had one of those worst days when everything goes wrong. It’s a Monday evening and I am dead exhausted. All day I have just been troubleshooting and trying to bring my dead servers up. At the end of the day all my work goes to dumps, as an electrical maintainence routine starts up and all servers automatically switch off with a *pop* sound….

It took me a lot of patience to keep quiet and maintain my cool today. It becomes really irritating when people try to sit on your head when there is a problem situation. Huh!! Neither do they understand the problem nor do they help solve it, they are however gracious enough to add salt and pepper to it. At the end of the day, I do not see any valid work going down my day, it looks like 9 hours of complete wastage.. I hate it when time gets wasted and nothing fruitful comes up. There was this senior of mine at college who used to always advise me that sometimes u need to just simply do nothing and it still feels very good. Hmmm.. Maybe I should give some thought to doing *nothing*.. 

I had a wonderful weekend as promised, I didn’t get a chance to watch the movie, but watched some amazing stuff in TV.. Cooked some yummy curry and rotis.. One of those days when my dad gets astonished to see me in the kitchen…Actually shocked is the word..  Sunday was even better..I lazily slept around the whole day, read some books, listened to music….Fun!!! I was very very fresh when I came in the morning.. And there goes my freshness withering away in the server room!!!

Hmmm… Wish tomorrow would be a better time…. “A New Day will come”….

A New Day Has Come

Finally a rather busy phase comes to an end and I am free ( longing to be one) and so time to plan new stuff.... I really want to do something exciting this weekend.. Lets see, plans still under construction... And while I was busy burying myself in my monitor screen, world around me seems to have changed, for the good of course... It is finally the end of the year...Time just flew away so fast....Doesnt seem that it is already a year done....So here comes time for confessions and retrospections...Time to look back and learn all our merits and mistakes..Time to forgive and ask for forgiveness...Time to wait for a new dawn, of resolutions and promises...
*Sigh!!! Things look so blurry at the end of the year.... nevertheless, the fun part of it awaits us...so fasten ur seat belts people, here comes a new leap into a dawn of joys and promises... :)

It just seems yesterday when I came back with all my "boriya" from Pune... A final good bye to my much enjoyed *hostel* life... The past 5 years of my life have been the best and the worst part of my life... I know thats AntiThesis but a memorable experience... It was worth the risk that I took... Someday I am gonna actually put all my memorable incidents during my hostel life into words and I am gonna title it as " A Rendezvous with Life" .... Hmm..One more task attached to my TO-Do List... Thats one list, which I start making at the start of the year, and never manage to finish it... :(

I heard a very beautiful song from Con Air this week "How do I live without u".... Simply amazing.... Its been a while since I heard a real melodious song. Today I decided to tidy things up and cleared up organised all my files and folders...such a painful task...

1 more hour before I leave for a happy weekend..... Might watch Om Shanti Om with friends this week... I am a bit curious of the 70's style....

Cheers!!!

Sweet memories of Childhood...

Today I read an article about the joys of childhood, the happy times of our life. Then there was a poll where people had to write in what they missed the most from their childhood days. Well most of the answers were populated with the most common desires, people missed their vacations, sweets, cartoons (one guy actually wrote in Mickey Mouse ), getting up late, new teachers, chocolates, school, early morning assembly.

Even the thought brings a smile. Long lost seem the days when we used to pray early in the morning for a heavy rain so we could get a holiday, or jumping in the puddles while coming back from school. Those little desires, which now seem so silly, like a new Raincoat every year, a new Uniform which we used to flaunt on the first day of school. I miss my Library the most. We had this reading room in our school where we were allowed to go even during our recess to read comics.. I used to give my tifin away to my class mates so I could rush and read my comics. The paper boats during the rainy season, and the pride when everyone else’s boat would sink and mine would remain upright haughtily. Little did my cousins know that I used to put small pebbles in them!!! Wicked, ain't I???

Somehow the rainy season was always my favorite season, colorful raincoats, dainty umbrellas… The roads just seemed so colorful.. We had a very huge Swing in our balcony and all my time after school, was effectively spent on the Swing, singing songs, sometimes dancing (for no reason of course)…. I was born and bought up in a joint family, so my childhood was a blast, with around 8 of my cousins around… Vacations were almost a picnic every day, we used to make tents in the terrace and sleep gazing at the stars. My mom being an astrophysics freak, I never heard fairy tales in my childhood. It was wonderful stories of comets and meteors, galaxies and asteroids….It was very recently that I read Jack and the Beanstalk with my Nephew.  I miss all those bed time stories where I used to wonder about all the stars….

Life has taken such a big U-turn now, there is no more dreaming about hols, all we can think early in the morning is the heavy task awaiting us. It seems as if I am living a Time-table… Everything is so artificial and fixed. All my cousins have moved out to different locations, some for studies and other for work. The charm and color is completely lost. But when I look at my nephews and my niece, they find more pleasure in watching TV than camping..Their idea of fun is so different than what we used to have… To them vacation is all about their “Piano classes” and Dance schools..... My nephews find better friends in Gizmo toys than in their families…They do not play in the rain anymore, but prefer playing Computer Games instead. Even spirituality is introduced as cartoons…I had to struggle hard to explain to my 5-year old Nephew, that Hanuman is not even remotely related to superman & that He doesn’t wear a mask. Kids these days want to go to Malls, watch movies in multiplexes, wear Branded shoes and play Gizmo games all the times… They just cant see a life beyond their X-Box.

We all certainly need some time off when we can become kids again & return to that heaven of fun and smiles.. Of truth and innocence… Of pranks and mischief….


“magar mujhko lauta do bachpan ka sawan
Woh kagaz ki kasti woh baaris ka paani”

Zindagi-Ek Paheli

Zindagi nahin itni berukhi,
zara ise aazmaakar tho dekho,
Mehek uthega ye saara jahan,
Tum ek baar muskuraake tho dekho

zindagi phoolon ki gaddi nahin
jahan har pal har taraf khushiyaan hi ho,
par ye kaaton ka registaan nahin,
jahan har jagah sirf dukh ka kaala baadal chaya ho

zindagi naam nahin sirf haseen alfazon ka,
jahan pyaar ka ek junnon chaya ho,
magar woh kaagaz ke tarah kora bhi nahin,
jo apne tanhayi main zindagi se rutha ho

Jang hote hain hazaar yahaan,
lete hain bhai ek dusre ki jaan,
wahin zara pyaar se kisi aur ko gale laganewale,
aise farishton ko bhi tho dekho

Nahin ye koi na insaafi,
jo har khushi ke baad hota hai Gham,
Ye tho us malik ki reham hai,
is baat ko zara apna ke tho dekho.

Chahe jitna bhi do tarfa rahe yeh zindagi,
Zindagi ke pehluon ko suljhane ki koshish na karo,
Woh khudah hee jane uske is khudayi ko,
us malik ke is niyam ko todne ki koshish na karo.

Diya nahin usne ye jeevan humein,
aansuon ke tezaab se apne aap ko jalane ko,
ye jeevan tho uske reham ko samjhne ka ek mauke hai,
apne swaarth mein leen use bhoolne ki koshish na karo

Dhai akshar prem ke, hai jeevan ka asli arth,
ise samjho aur aage badho aei bandhe,
Pyaar ke diye jalao aur uske jyoti mein,
sacchai ko ek baar samjhkar tho dekho.

Zindagi ishwar ko paane ka ek mauka hai,
Ek baar ise aazmakar tho dekho.

90/10 Principle

I was reading an article by Stephen Covey titled "The 90/10 principle". The article mainly focussed on the root cause of all our problems in life. Although problems are inevitable, 90% of our problems have their roots in our reaction to situations.Only 10% problems are circumstantial & by remaining calm and retaining our peace of mind, if we do not let our panic or anger block our thought flow, we can effectively solve or prevent almost 90% of our problems. All it requires is being positive and some constructive thinking.

Very often we spoil our day simply by our own reactions! Looking back, I feel so many times I could have handled things in a much matured manner had I kept my reactions in control. I could have prevented the pain caused to so many loved ones in some tensed moments. It is truely said that words are like arrows, they can never be undone. So many times, I would have hurt a loved one with my words, only because I couldnt control my reaction.

Life is very simple, it is like a straight thread,the knots that we encounter are simply because of the way we handle it. Even if the knots already exist, to open it up is not so difficult, all it needs is loosening the thread and working on the knot. Life is too simple, unless we complicate it. However, we end up complicating it to an extent where every pebble looks like a mountain. We end up doing things for happiness, but the process does not give us any joy. We fight with people we love the most and then we cry out of loneliness.

Time heals away all the wounds and once this is done, people start loving each other as ever. Life is a chance to smile and this oppurtunity is just once, just today, tomorrow we may or may not live to tell our story but while we are here, lets make it a memorable time.

Marriage- A transformation

It was the twinkle that caught my eye in that crowded hall, a small ring in her beautiful Mehendi adorned finger. The Henna had really done her job well,inspite of the cold and humid climate, her Mehendi colour had come off very well, something that had given her sleepless nights a couple of days ago. It was finally the D-Day, a day which we had all waited for very anxiously, excitedly and well there was a lot of curiosity content in it too.

I fondly remembered the day, when she called me half speaking excitedly, half breathing, half jumping, she just said "U know what, I am getting married"....From that day to today a lot had changed. Gone was my partner in crime who believed that laughing and having fun was as important as breathing. Here was my bubbly, carefree, happy-go-lucky kind friend, who denied believing in the existence of even the tiniest bit of seriousness in life, sitting here in the mandap, quietly rather strange, considering the hustle bustle around her. Her head low, and a calmness over her face, a look of perfection. I tried to think of all the possible thoughts that could run in her mind at the moment, joy of a new life, excitement, curiosity, pangs of leaving her parents....But her usually expressive face denied to give me an answer. And then the moment came, just like a lightening, with a chant of the vedic mantras the curtain between them was pulled down, and as Akshatas of blessings were being showered on the newly wedded couple, for a fleeting second, she looked up at me and smiled. It was that smile that gave me an answer to all my questions.

Marriage is not only about sharing your life with that special person, it is not about just saying or rather living through the vows, but it is about transformation. A transformation of the heart, soul and emotions. It is the same transformation that a catterpillar undergoes to become a Butterfly, only that here two people undergo a transformation to become a beautiful butterfly adorned with the colours of happiness and joy, they fly from circumstances and incidents drawing only the nectar out of them. And each day as they fly in the beautiful garden of life, time blooms into a beautiful flower of trust, faith and Love.

There is a beautiful dialogue in the movie "Shall we Dance??" by Susan Sarandon where she explains to a detective she hires to spy on her husband. She says, the reason why people get married is not because of the magic in Love but it is because, in marriage, we promise to hold hands together and be a witness to each others' lives. We say that in this world with billions of people around us, I will be a witness to your life. I will stand by you and rejoice in your happiness. I will give you a lending hand when u fall. I will stand by you always till death does us apart.


It is this promise, this magic that makes marriages succesful. And it is this magic that binds people across different walks of life, different upbringings together. Truely, Love changes your life and teaches you to Love yourself.

If Only

If only he were here!! If only I could walk with him on these lanes and hear his laughter in this cool breeze. The winds shared my thoughts, and touched my hair playfully. Life is just not the same anymore, I realized. I missed Him. It is Ok, I kept telling myself, work is priority, after all I have my whole life to be spent in his company. Just a matter of few months and then everything would be just fine!! It would definitely be difficult but not impossible. I felt guilty, after all I was with my parents and I ought to enjoy home, very soon I would be leaving them and going, I was happy here but something always seemed amiss. I used to enjoy with everyone but no matter what, my eyes always seemed to search for someone. I kept telling myself, he didn't have to be physically with me for me to feel good, after all I see him everyday in my heart, but was that all so easy? How I wish I could just see him once. How I wish I could hold His strong hands and let myself melt in His strong arms. How I wish I could just keep looking at His beautiful eyes for ever and forget the world around me. Why was i supposed to wait for so long to be with my beloved. Why was life being so unfair to me.

Flowers don't seem beautiful anymore, the rivers don't seem to sing beautiful songs anymore. The chirping of the birds do not bring along any news these days. I am awaiting his return alas, he is nowhere to be seen. If only i could have a glimpse of Him. If only I could hear his sweet voice once.

"Hey Giridhara where are you?? Darashan Dena Praan Piyare....", her voice trailed off. People thought she was crazy, a princess she had all she could ever dream for , yet she kept running after Krishna. Nobody really understood her love for her Krishna. Her love was no less than Gopis. Such was the love of Meera Bai!!!

Thought provoking Bed Bugs...

Staying in an old flat can be a menace at times. I am a hostelite and though I love the place I stay in, very often we have a rendezvous with our not so invited guests, the Bed Bugs. Apparently, as it seems, I am their favourite host & while my roomies, happily sail into their dreams,I am woken up every other night, to a meeting by my guests.

A couple of days ago, I again woke up, thanks to my guests. I could not get my sleep back, even after cleaning up my bedding and a juice. I decided to enjoy the beautiful breeze at the terrace. It was a long time, since I spent some time gazing at the stars. As I sat there, gazing dreamily at the stars, and slowly sipping a yummy cup of Filter coffee, i sighed. Lot of events had happened in the week before. I had always been a rebel, never wanting to grow up. Or rather, never wanting to take up responsibilities. I always felt I was not ready for them. I always tried to convince my conscious that I would take it up at the right time. But I never had a definition to this right time.

But the recent turn of events had forced me to think on the lines of being able to do and wanting to do. How strange, sometimes, there is a vast difference between what we want and what we do. We may not dislike what we do but at the same time, we may not want it to happen at that instant. Maybe that's the war between the heart and intellect.

I sat there alone quietly letting my thoughts race. And I realised, I had to let go of my childhood. Every one is a kid at heart. Not taking responsibilities and running away from them, will not make me a kid, but will only show how immature I am. At every stage of our life, we are flooded with some duties and responsibilities. Turning our back to them, will not solve the problem. But what is important is taking it up as a challenge and doing it. Today or tomorrow I have to face the realities of life, then why not today?? Why wait until tomorrow, when there is going to be no different tomorrow.

The whistle of the watchman, broke my thought chain. Time to sleep. As I went back to sleep, I smiled and said a silent Thanks to those cute little "buggers"....They helped me realise truth!!

Face To Face with Life

Why do you always keep cribbing and crying, She asked me? I never had answers to her questions, she asked me questions which I never wanted to answer, made me go through lanes of my past, which I always wanted to forget! Why did she ever come into my life? As I got ready for work, I decided, no matter what, today I won’t let her dominate me!! Today I will confront her with questions!! I reached my work place and had a wonderful day at work, a few times, as though through an inner intuition I did certain things and guess what, a long persisting problem resolved, everyone was happy!! I came back home and made myself a steaming cup of coffee. A much deserved one I felt!

As I cozened myself, on the sofa, suddenly I looked on my right, and there she was, my self-proclaimed well-wisher, waiting for me, with a wicked smile on her face!! I looked at her and grinned, today I will suppress her!!

"So, long time no see, where were you these days?? " I asked her. She smiled and said, "I am always with you, just that you refuse to see me!". “Oh really, and what purpose is this visit for" I asked her. She replied saying, "All for your welfare". Then started a series of question and answers!!

Me: Why do u keep bugging me like this. Who are you, and why do u come here!!
She: I m your friend, just that you never look upon me as one!!

Me: okay, fine, let’s sort this today; what is it that you want to talk about!!
She: Ok, now that you have come to the point, let me ask u, why are u so sad??

Me: (laughing): You must be kidding me girl, I m so happy, I solved my problem today!!
She: Oh really, that’s good, why does your heart cry then!

Me: Nope, I m not crying, I m feeling so relaxed and happy!!
She: It is easy to fool your own self and the world, but not me!! Do u want me to start it!!
Fine, tell me, what happened that rainy night!!

My thoughts went racing into the past, into a dark and a long night!! It was raining very heavily. Adventurous that I was, I decided to go for a drive! I called up my best friend, Ronnie and she came to my place, ready for a wonderful night! What we didn’t know was, it was going to spell disaster!! I unlocked my car and started towards a place called Chilly Woods, a driving paradise, a beautiful place with wonderful lanes where I loved to go for long rides!! The rain, wonderful music really excited me! I was having the time of my life!! We were singing and laughing, suddenly I saw a car on the side of the road, it had slid off the road, a very bad accident, I slowed my car, and saw, there was a man bleeding. I instinctively stopped my car. We went near the man, he was breathing faintly, and he was still alive. I removed my cell phone, to call the ambulance. Ronnie stopped me, she was pointing to something. She was terrified. I looked where she was pointing, the man had a bullet injury on his shoulder and out of the corner I saw a black revolver in his hand. Oh my God, this is a police case. Nevertheless, I decided to call the police. As I dialed, Ronnie pulled my cell, canceled the call and said," Are you nuts? Don’t u see, this injury, why do we get entangled in police stuff" I argued saying, "out of humanity, I dodn’t care who he is, I m helping him". She dissuaded me saying "The police will first question our presence. Do u think all normal people, drive on such a rainy night to Chilly woods at one thirty!!" She made a point, I was scared now. What would I tell my parents, court case, police coming to my flat. I silently walked back to my car and we went home.

Next day morning, the headlines read "Good Samaritan, killed by Devils on Chilly Woods" . Apparently, the guy who died was a social worker, who had dedicated his life for the welfare of a village, fought against the superstitions and caste systems. The Village authorities, who feared he would take away their supremacy and power, had him killed. The report said, he died half an hour after he was shot at!! A black revolver was found in his hand, apparently, trying to make the scene look like a suicide. But the story came out, as an undisclosed witness complained against the village authorities. I was shocked, had I helped the man, he would have survived. I cursed Ronnie, called her and screamed at her for being mean and dissuading me. Before she said something, I hung the phone!!

A soft touch on my hand jolted me back to reality, tears streaming in my eyes I looked at my self-proclaimed well wisher and said "Why did u do this, why do u always make me walk through lanes I want to forget?". She smiled and said, "It wasn’t Ronnie's fault, she was scared, you must forgive her. Anyone in your place would have done that! Forgetting it is not the moral, but blaming her for your mistake isn’t correct either”. She told me how Ronnie had shut herself from the world after that! “If u feel so bad, you must resume the unfinished work for that village. Go and finish his task. What he dreamed. You have money and power!! Go do it. Crying and blaming are never solutions, learn to fight situations. That is the sign of a strong woman”.

I realized how wrong I was. My friend had really shown me my way. That evening I went to Ronnie's house hugged her and watched her melt into tears. We decided to forget all bygones and dedicate our lives to that village. That was all we could do for that wonderful man!!As I set towards that village I wished I met my well-wisher again. I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around to see my well-wisher standing behind me.

I hugged her and said,

ME: Thanks for making me realize. I m so indebted to u!! What is your name??
She: same as yours.

Me: Hey that’s nice!! Can I ask u a question? How did u know I was suffering from inside and why did u help me!!

She gave me a beautiful smile and said "That’s my duty. Coz I m your conscience"!!!


That’s when I realized, I had come face to face with my life!! No matter what, always follow your conscience!!

Changing Times

I always loved looking at the mango tree, in our garden, I think it was planted even before my birth, years went by, seasons changed, people changed, status changed, but the mango tree remained the same!! It just grew taller and taller, and eventually got bored and stood still!!! Thoughts of my childhood gushed in like a wave... I have had wonderful memories of running and hiding around this tree, its branches were my swing, I would climb and sit on it and tease my younger brother, the taller the branch, higher would be my superiority and dominance on that kiddo! My poor grandma would tell bizarre and strange stories to keep us away from that tree. She loved her orchard, we used to call it my Grandma's family, most of her thoughts always used to be about the season for the chikko tree, the branches of the need tree, the ripe fruits of the mango tree!!

As soft winds played with my hair, I remembered, it was in these gardens that I used to study Long hours with my best friends( read books), a beautiful climate, the soft smell of grass, slow gurgling sound of the water in the well and a steaming cup of filter coffee!! I used to sleep on the grass and look at the blue sky; I could do this for all day long....

I couldn’t help noticing the big mound on the other side of the ground, I chuckled, it was a rather silly incident. Owing to the lovely orchard (courtesy grandma), our ground (read playground a rather big porch outside our bungalow), was a home to lot of birds, they used to visit us from morning and keep us engaged till the evening. We used to name them weirdly and the next day when we spotted a bird of a similar kind, we used to insist it was the same bird that we named the previous day!! Oh and we used to have awesome reasons to support our claim. Once a pigeon fell on our ground, and was eyed by Julie (our cat), we had to carry the poor bird and rescue her from the clutches of the stupid cat!! We fed her, made her a home of cardboard complete with doors and windows. But unfortunately she succumbed to her wounds, and that day I believe was kinda our dooms day...We were all inconsolable, even if one of us stopped crying, they would resume back, with the fear of being left out, finally after an hour or two when we had all cried enough and got tired and hungry doing so, we decided to give the bird a funeral....We were so young, we didn’t know what a funeral was, all we knew was, the dead were buried and if they were Hindus they were burnt. But since we were all scared of fire and that we didn’t know how to strike a match stick, we unanimously decided that the bird was not a Hindu and we needed to bury it...We got our weapons(read sharp instruments like Scale, pencils, blades, compasses, and all the safety pins ), we then started digging in a corner of the ground while my eldest cousin, showed his supremacy by digging faster and deeper, while we tiny tots cud cough up a few stones. When we were satisfied we slowly buried the bird, since we were supposed to pray something, and all we knew were our school prayers, we said it, complete with the national anthem and the pledge...My Anna mumbled a few more prayers, and then we all cried for the bird and said goodbye...By this time, the elders noticed that something was wrong as we were quite as a lamb, and when they saw what we had done, they were half laughing and scolding!!!

That was the story of the big mound....

Time passes away so soon, life went one, everyone went out for studies, we all flew away like the birds we named and now after so many years we were all together under one roof!! I turned back to see all my cousins sleeping!! They were tired after a whole day of work, as the bangles in my hands made a sound I looked down at my hand, it was so colorful with Mehendi and beautiful designs, a tiny sparkle caught my eye, a small star on my finger, as I looked at it carefully,I smiled at it, life never stopped, it just went on, the wonderful memories of childhood will always be treasured in my heart, now as I start my life afresh again, albeit my cousins, my family , my orchard, but with a wonderful human, who cared to know me, understand me and says, No matter what I will hold ur hand forever!!!

Life is so strange, people come and go, we tend to believe and pray they stay awhile more, but life goes on, till suddenly u stumble across that someone, who promises to hold your hands for life to come...Who says, this world is huge, but I will be a witness to ur life, I will stand by u through all your ups and downs, and love u for not what the world looks at u, but love u for who u are!! I will stand by u, even as ur hair turns grey, I will stand by u even when ur hands become fragile to be held, i will stand by you, till death does us apart!!!

A roar of laughter jolted me to reality, as I turned back, I found my cousins, they had caught me staring at my engagement ring, as I stood awaiting the moment before I would be called into the huge mandap for marriage, I looked at the mango tree and said a silent goodbye and after so many years she acknowledged by dropping a beautiful leaf into my hand!!

Life is very beautiful just learn to look at its beauty!!!!

Return gift to God!

Sometimes, people tend to look, happy yet there seems an ocean hidden in their heart! An ocean of hurt feelings, longings, desires and wounds, an ocean with surges with every pain, but subsides when it sees the whirlpool it creates. An ocean which doesn't quench thirst but increases it rather!! Crying or letting your emotions free, is not a sign of weakness as many think, but is a clear sign of letting the supreme personality take control over you!! It is a way of saying that I no longer have control over my life, please accept my Life as an offering at your Feet and show me the way!!!

I always felt that why bother others with my problems, when there are so many people suffering with such grave problems, why be selfish and think only about our own self! But a very good friend once told me, that you may hide your feelings and emotions from your loved ones but what about Him, He who resides in your soul and knows every iota bit of your life, can u hide from that Omnipresent Lord! That is when I realized, Life is not just a gift to laugh, it is a way of learning to realize Him even in the extreme circumstances....When you are most happy, realize His presence for He is the supreme bliss...When u are most depressed, see Him, for He is supreme mercy!

The Lord says, that I created and recreated myself to Love myself!! We all came from Him, we all will eventually reach Him, but just think for a second on these lines.....If you came from him, aren't you the embodiment of His divine Love, and if that be the case, are we so pure to merge again with Him. The ans is No. When he created us, we were pure, unblemished, white, but as we slowly started looking at the world, we forgot our whole purpose in Life, this life was given to us to realise him and we do all stuff except for that once facet! And we still claim we are supreme geniuses!!! Life went on well even when luxuries weren't invented but can Life go on without the Divine Will!

So every day and every second, whatever action we do, think for a second, as an embodiment of the divine form, will this act create any hindrance in my walk towards Him. Am I moving towards Him or away from Him!!!

Life is a gift from the Lord and let us return gift it to Him in a way that He is proud of this creation!!!