Thursday, May 13, 2010

The First Rose.

I walk to my balcony with half closed eyes... not yet ready to wake up and get ready for office. Picking up the news paper on my way... Mentally sketching the next few actions of the day:

But still not ready to wake up... and then... OH MY LORD!!!! The most beautiful site in my balcony.... 'The First Rose' had just bloomed. Fresh, pink and so soft..
I had been counting days when this bud, which had been covered in its green sepal when I first bought it, would actually give way to the actual flower.

I pulled my husband out of bed and nag him to death before he clicks some pictures... and here is the fist snap of the new born.



Today I relive some of the emotions that my dad had been living all these years when he used to slog in his garden day and night to watch his 'First Rose' take shape.

This one is for you Baba!!!

BE A MASTER PIECE

The days are long and the nights restless!!! The reason is something that probably every individual goes through at least once in his/her life time....

FAILURE IN MEETING EXPECTATIONS!!!!

When you fail to meet someone's expectations you are looked down and made to feel a failure.

Once such feeling has been creeping in for quite some time as I wanted to be someone of my own cause. That's when my biggest inspiration in life.. BABA... sent me an excerpt from an online article which not only moved me but helped me take life as a new challenge.
Today, I want to share this with everyone who feels the brunt of not meeting expectations, especially for those who are riding in the same boat of Working Professional.

Not that we dint know this already, but sometimes even gold needs polishing to bring out the glow covered by time and misuse.

All The Best...... or rather I say ... ALL IZZZZ WELL!!!!

"A plum once said, just because a banana lover came by, I converted myself to banana. Unfortunately, his taste changed after a few months and so I became an orange. When he said I was bitter I became an apple, but he went in search of grapes. Yielding to the opinions of so many people, I have changed so many times that I no more know who I am. How I wish I had remained a plum and waited for a plum lover?

Just because a group of people do not accept you as you are, there is no necessity for you to strip yourself of your originality. You need to think good of yourself, for the world takes you at your own estimate. Never stoop down in order to gain recognition. Never let go of your true self to win a relationship. In the long run, you will regret that you traded your greatest glory-your uniqueness, for momentary validation.

There is a world for each one of you, where you shall reign as king/ queen by just being yourself. Find that world. In fact, that world will find you.

What water can do, gasoline cannot and what copper can, gold cannot. The fragility of the ant enables it to move and the rigidity of the tree enables it to stay rooted. Everything and everybody has been designed with a proportion of uniqueness to serve a purpose that we can fulfill only by being our unique self. You, as you alone can serve your purpose and I, as I alone can serve my purpose. You are here to be you…just you.

There was a time in this world when a Krishna was required and he was sent; a time when a Christ was required and he was sent; a time when a Mahatma was required and he was sent; a time when J.R.D.Tata was required and he was sent. There came a time when you were required in this planet and hence you were sent. Let us be the best we can be. Don’t miss yourself and let the world miss you.

In the history of the universe, there has been nobody like you and to the infinite of time to come; there will be no one like you. Existence should have loved you so much that it broke the mould after making you, so that another of your kind will never get repeated.

You are original. You are rare. You are unique. You are a wonder. You are a Masterpiece…Your Master’s piece. Celebrate your Uniqueness.

Passion… Not yet an Obsession.

Ever been in a moment when you might have felt very passionately about something. So much that it had the power of disrupting the peaceful and settled life of yours. With just one strong thrust you probably wanted to break all ties and drive your passion to a state of obsession. But as quickly as this passion gets in, it leaves you with equal velocity. Reasons could be from a bank loan that needs your regular flow of income to a child who needs its mother's attention or an ailing parent who needs you with them to a social stigma created around you.

It’s a matter of time and fate that you end up in your current profession. Someone wanted to become an army officer and drove her parents nuts since her eight grade just to get her hands on those SSC prep books. She learnt Karate and Horse riding just to gain that extra something which the selectors would probably notice when she gives her physical exam.

After 10 years of passing out her high school she is a Team lead in an IT firm. Has a wonderful marriage, good money, a big House, a sedan and a great job, nothing that she can actually complain off, though every day is a challenge as it’s a literal fight to prove yourself better than your peers to be able to survive in the rat race.

Then why there is emptiness somewhere. After almost one and a half year, even today her heart is torn to pieces when she sees the video of Shilpa Rao sing 'Ek Lau' against the backdrop of Mumbai terrorist attack.

On one hand she thanked god that she was on a train on her way back to Pune when the German Bakery was struck. And then the next instance she penalizes herself for not joining the army as it is always better to be on the field and help then sit at home and sigh! What an irony!! She and her class mate had fixed German bakery as their place of reunion after 10 years.

The Hollowness is killing. The incapability is so disrupting that you want to break free. And then the best thing that could ever happen. She learns to write her mind out.
So here is my blog site dedicated to everything that I feel strongly about.

FRIENDS

You often meet people who make a mark
You can see that they have a common spark
Something that clicked with your thinking
They are not just there when you are drinking

What's worth mentioning is that they are people
Who probably lived their life behind a steeple
But what are the chances that they pulled you out
And made you open up and get out of the bout

It might take some time to approve that friendship
After all you have become a rock with all the hardship
But Friends are forever is not just a saying
They are angels who were sent after lot of praying

Adore them, Treasure them, they are yours to keep
After all the hardship, its time for the grand leap
Keep your arms open, you never know who is waiting
To come into your life and make a impression everlasting

The New Born

The first sight of the little bundle
When you hold her in your arm's cradle
It's enough for you to give out a cry
As the joy of parenthood brings twinkle to the eye

The little fingers so soft peeping from beneath
There is still some time before you see those teeth
Those eyes closed as if not ready for the world
Those lips so perfect as if god made them pearled.

God Sent angel so true and pure
She has the power to heal and cure
A joy that will take away all pain
She is like a splash of the first rain

The first call to you,can ring bells
You might hear thousand of corn shells
Hold her close, dear to your heart
As she grows older she has to depart
All my childhood I found it difficult to understand my father's anger every time there was damage to his garden. The damage could be from a broken flower to a torn leaf. Many times while playing or due to carelessness me or my brother would break a leaf or two or may be a flower. By evening both of us would be deep inside books before baba can arrive home from office. You can always trust him with his strong sight and observation. Before he can even park his bike he would have already noticed the loss. And inside we already know what's coming... :). Both my brother and I could never guess on how baba noticed such minute details from his set of 150 pots and plants.

God has gifted me with many of my dad's traits and characteristics. One such trait is love for plants. It is impossible to have an expansive garden in a flat terrace. But that never stopped me from having one. And today I know exactly what he felt after seeing those fallen leaf or flowers. It may sound absolutely crazy to people who are not into gardening or nature but the fact is that every plant is as good your own child. The way you nurture your child, the way you feed him with nutritious food so that he can grow up well, the same way you care for your plants. Each and every one of it.

You can actually draw parallels in life. The excitement of reaching the terrace to look how much has your plant grown in the day is so similar to the joy of seeing your child's face, after you go back home from a long day's work.

My husband and I have started enjoying counting the buds the night before that will bloom into flowers the next day. The first thing we want to do the next morning is check out those flowers. And trust me, in this stress full life, it can be a great stress buster. Every morning you are greeted with colors and a blessing for the new day. You thank god for being alive and happy today!

The Doll

Oh mom! I want this doll
Lucy heard her 4-year call
Turning around she saw her face
Looking at her full of grace

She wanted to tug her away
Regretting she took this way
Knowing the price was beyond reach
She started with her little speech

She had taught her child well
All manners one could tell
Oh mother she heard her say
I don't need a doll to play

That night she couldn't sleep
The innocence haunting her deep
Then she pulled out all she had
Found a needle and some rag

All night long she stayed awake
Ready to put in whatever it take
By the dawn she was almost done
As she felt the first ray of sun

She held it out to her only child
Wishing that it would make her smile
Tears rolled down Lucy's cheeks
As she heard her daughter speak

Mom this is the best doll ever!!!
I will keep it with me forever!!!
She wiped those tears as if they were dew
As she whispered to her mom I LOVE YOU!!!

The Unspoken Friend

I run to the window to watch him come
As he walks past me I hear him hum
Under his white beard the same old song
Holding a string tied to his dog

What's the fun in watching him everyday
Is something I will never be able to say
But I do know for sure, I wait for him
At 6'clock when the day starts to dim

Dried lips and head full of ash grey hair
Clothes so little that it is as good as bare.
Dandling a dirty old bag as he walks away
Smiling at me as his hair locks sway

I turn around in my room holding onto his smile
I will see him again but it's going to be awhile
Running back to my Mom's call that I have to obey
Resting assured he will come tomorrow and not betray

One Windy Moment

As I sit at my study
I smell the air so muddy
Cool Breeze touching my face
I am almost in its embrace

I can hear the rain fall
Throwing me in a recall
The days of the raincoats
And the fun of paper boats

I wish I was out in the field
No fear of innocence revealed
Dancing my feet out in the rain
Flying away in the hurricane

No one to hold me back
As I lay on the wet hey stack
Marveling the color of the sky
Drifting to sleep saying my goodbye

Rain

It's been ages when I saw the setting sun.
It's been ages when I had an evening fun.
Not that I have been a priest or a Nun.
It's just the work that makes me stun.

But today it was over a cup of tea
When I saw the garden full of tree
I clasped my hand with absolute glee
It was big bright world for me to see

And then the first drop of rain
It has the power to keep me sane
With all the whirlwind causing pain
It's exciting to walk the drenched lane.

THE WINNING SONG!!!

Fear of Uncertainty Deep Within
Introspecting hard to find my sin
For a year and a half things are not right
But have not yet given up my fight

Tears roll down without a cause
Which do bring this life to a pause
A pause where I think is it worth
Is this why I took birth

Yes, pat comes the answer
Don’t think this is cancer
You have a long way to go
Don’t be rattled with this blow

All this is just written on Sand
Remember HE is holding your hand
All you have to do is be with Him
And one day the bad has to dim

What I found today is a direction
I know I have HIS protection
So I am here to stay all along
As this is where I belong

Before you know it is too long
I would be a person very strong
And before the next strike of the gong
I will be singing the WINNING SONG.