(164)My balcony..

This morning, I woke up an hour early than usual days. It was 5 am and i didnt wanted to hurry with starting the daily chores. I chose to sit in the balcony.It was'nt that dark and neither too sunny out there.Lost for some minutes, I started hovering over different thoughts, some of them coming to my mind probably because of the sight in front of my eyes, the black tarred road. First thought was about the comparative silence I was experiencing at that time, than the other hours of the day. Then I recalled the loud loud music I had heard a month back, which was coming from the opposite township's open centre hall where Bryan Adam's was performing.That day this road falling in between my house and that place was crowded with every possible brands of cars and commuters.Oh..it was a crazy site to see.They say, there were almost 30,000 people to attend that show.My mind swiftly drifted to the recent incident which occured two-three days back.Same road, a three year old kid fell down from the school bus and got crushed under its rear wheels.For the whole day, i could not come over the thought of the poor child being tragically killed and the pain of his parents who were completely lost of senses after knowing about this incident.It was an awful day, I became over protective about Charvi and instructed her bus driver and maid to be extra cautious.Then my eyes moved towards my right, where the construction had been ongoing for more than a year or so, and is still in process..it's gonna be a huge, I believe the biggest mall-multiplex of this area, with about 15 movie screens and every possible big brand shop being included.Everyday I observe the labors, the huge machines, the material and I keep them watching for hours from either of the balconies or from the bedroom window and await to see the completion of this project into a bustling crowded place.Sometimes, they do work in nights but I never saw the site this early before.Today, when I looked at the site, it was quiet with no labors, no machine movements, just an unusual calm.But now when I am writing this, oh god..the usual sounds of hit and tuck is all back making me feel so normal about my life..Over with this thought, my neck turned towards my left and I saw my friend's balcony on 8th floor.She delivered a baby boy yesterday, but the baby had some complications and is still under observation, my friend is fine, but am sure she must be worried about her child. I hope he gets well soon...I said all this to myself and then felt a little overworked at this early hour of the day.I thought, comeon Mita...have a break , give a break to the machine working in you...because now the thoughts which I had been avoiding all this while on purpose were forcing into me very rapidly, and I did'nt wanted to get carried away with them. So, i chose to put my headphone on and played some nice music to the highest of its volume to keep away from some particular thoughts. That reminded me of the recent encounter I had with one of the websites where I write.They published something on my portfolio without my approval and that put me in a questionable situation. I wondered, should I trust this site anymore and carry-on my association with them Or should simply take this as a sign to discontinue with them and fulfill my writing craves on my own blogs, as I otherwise do.
           It was almost an hour since I sat in the balcony, and it was time for Charvi to wake up.I called for Charvi and asked her to wake up.She pleaded.."mamma please, sone dona, please five minutes"...This was new..she never asked for such elongations of time while waking up anytime before...I smiled to myself and thought..oh my girl is grown up...I used to do the same, when my aunt,or my mom would wake me up...i would say the same thing.."5 minute aur sone dona please mami"...her innocent request simply changed my mood..I came in and laid down beside her...She was half awake, she hugged me tight,kissed me and said softly in ear, "five more minutes mamaa, please"....I could not help but laugh out loud and hold her more securely in my arms...
           At this time, sun is pouring all in the balcony, the road is very busy, construction is on full force..and its turning very hot out here...Lets see, what new, I experience with this part of my house, till I am here..and don't move into another place..

(163) Addiction

It's been hardly a week since my net not working and I felt like an era passed by that I got connected.Thanks to the patience of the girl in the tech department of the service provider,who sorted my issue out through an hour long call today. Though i don't surf, check or write on regular basis, but the only assurance that i can get on to connectivity anytime virtually with those whom I don't see everyday, is in itself a reliever.Imagine..the level of addiction.I bet, people like me or those who are worse(in addiction) should put a check right now.Well, good thing overall was, twice I got to get all with myself and had a good time listening to me after a long long pretended pause.Once i went for a coffee, I suppose it was after a long gap of five months and so, and at other time, after dropping Charvi for school, I went shopping, but reached before the opening time of the mall, so chose to sit under the shade of  a tree and observed people, surroundings, noises and my silence amidst all of it. Both were good encounters with self.
Warning:Don't get addicted to people, imagine if dealing with the absence of the material things isn't that easy, how difficult it could get to keep at ease and deal with the lack of people whom you get attached to....

(162)Three Advices

Few months back, while talking to a friend, I agreed down three advices genuinely given to me to tackle with difficult and different people around...

here they are..i hope it may help my friends/readers as well...

(1) Don't give prompt reply.
(2) It's not always about you, no need to get involved into everything.You are not required always.
(3) Try and give benefit of doubt, don't be too judgmental about people.

(161) saying

I am sure you would have heard the following one in one or more of its varied forms earlier, I came across the simplest one today.Thought of sharing it..
"Don't make permanent decisions on temporary emotions"...good night..god bless

(160)Time

Time,
Sometimes..seems immovable..
and often it is too fast to be caught by helpless people..
It brings to reality the realm of fantasies, and at times, it ruthlessly shatters the dream..
Time,
they say..
is the best teacher,
best healer..
I presume, besides being these two, time also serves as the burning flame at the other end, to let not die the memoirs of those priceless moments, life ever served through the medium of time itself...