Friday, November 22, 2013

(210) Mind-it fascinates me


There’s much more to the meaning of ‘Mind’ than those explicitly placed in dictionaries, spreading from intellect, care, demur, heed, awareness, tend, opinion to psyche. Most powerful widget I say, had been, is and will be- ‘The Mind’.

It quakes up the most rooted person and surprisingly it does fasten the same person to the grounds most rigidly at a different time. It travels million miles in a moment and sometimes is not accessible even in the closest nearby’s. Amazing the thing called ‘Mind’ is. I meet, exchange pleasantries and come back within split moments with those people, whom I believe, I would, perhaps never happen to convene in the present life. It startles me to even think how effortlessly I barter dialogues with people, any time I wish, those inhabiting in parts of the world far away from me, and sometimes without even out of their knowledge and often passing across my message through this wonderful mind. Oh..you call it telepathy…uh huh…

Mind…..its abilities fascinates me….

Thursday, October 31, 2013

(209) Live in Present


Monotony in life reappears following the pattern of crests and troughs. The transitional segments are often the brooding and meditative ones, which leaves behind the corsages of delightful moments, impressive memories, unapologetic resolutions and sometimes the undisturbed portions lived with satisfaction. We linger on to them even after they disappear. It gives happy feeling to relive them through thoughts, but often, in this process we miss on living in the present. We fall prey to the ever running, unchangeable cycle of movements and incidents, and loose the opportunity of finding those transitional segments once again and thus creating more happiness.
Live in present..

Friday, September 13, 2013

(208) Faith

Perhaps, the mysterious faith does the trick. Lying beneath all the choas of trust and no trust,being and no being,should or should not, rights and the wrongs,faith lays a great support to keep the flow unperturbed. Flow of love, flow of compassion, flow of the hopefulness, flow of the life. Yes, the repeated offences made by heart get the hustle bustling, yet the undercurrents of the huge optimism via faith gets it going again. I wonder, if I will ever be content with the outcomes that compliments my prayers and beliefs, because the more I am showered with, the more I wish to get from thee.....

Thursday, September 12, 2013

(207) No words

Though I don't have the whole vocabualry mugged up in there, but I feel there haven't been invented words for some experiences we go through....

Monday, September 9, 2013

(206) Typical human mind

How typical of a human mind(say...my mind)! The thought what she(in this case,I haven't ever met that female) might think or feel about a particular matter has been hitting my head since through. Though I am so confident that I haven't wronged anyone or for that matter anything, to hurt or ill treat anyone whosoever, yet the whole commotion is so disturbing. I know it's very very foolish to think and budge oneself for something which doesn't have any base or meaning even in the thoughts, however, it is so so akin to being me that the thoughts of what other might think always, haunts me more than my own thoughts, which are rather more clarified, subtle and meaingfully assisting my intentions. Nevertheless, such rush and brush with these sorts of thoughts certainly throw some light on the probabalities of being or not being, which otherwise may not have been thought of. After all, every coin has its other side to it. Perhaps, the more favoring one is located on just a flip. Wake up, darling me.....or rather sleep....please..!!

Sunday, September 8, 2013

(205) Sedated part- called heart

It's not that the individual doesn't know the way to exit. Yet getting stumbled upon in the very familiar vicinity means the blockages, hurdles are self made. Not the way, but the will to leave is missing. Perhaps, there lies a strong hidden affinity towards the surrounding which supports all the lame excuses and permits more time to stay behind rather than moving on, moving ahead. Definetely, in such matter the decisive role is not played by the brains but by the sedated part-called heart.

Thursday, September 5, 2013

(204) Heartfelt Gratitudes


I know, “thank you” will not validate
To thank “You” for everything
I feel so very affirmative
You know what I mean!
 
Pains have always been a part
And will remain with my breath
But what you gave as an insight
Is an honor, love filled wreath 

We have also been childish
We have been too mature
But hardly in our bond earlier
I felt this greatly secure
 
Perhaps, it is because of

The clarity brought in the moment
Or may be due to the acceptance
Which, perchance was so dormant

The scuttle, the fracas, intolerance still exist

But now they appear, so very physical

You repeat in my mind “calm,calm,calm”
Setbacks now seems a little bit lyrical

Besides all the hustle and sore melee
There co-exist now, a pleasing serenity
How less I yearn to see you in corporeal
By far, in my heart, there remains no Malignity

I know I have been very self-seeking
To keep intruding in your tranquil precinct
It never was meant to steal your joy
It was only to earn your special squint

May be I was puerile, maybe I was selfish
Or may be desirous of, owning you more and more
Though I always knew it, you strengthened my belief
I need not quest you there, you reside in my core


Word ‘Promise’ may not pose magnitude
Let me put it straight in unpretentious sound
“God bless me”, I intend to now put down
The meddling, the bothering and the hound

I do not know, if that would be easy or tricky
But am sure, your abet will thrust me through
I want ‘You’ to be happy, I want ‘Me’ to be happy
There’s more to the life, when I say “I love you” 

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

(203) Was worth it...!


Charvi had received an invitation for her friends birthday celebration at Pizza Hut, one which is located around 15 kms from where we live. I had been telling her that I wasn’t sure if I will take her there. But yesterday, while dropping her at the school bus, when I told her that I wouldn’t be taking her for the birthday party, she agreed but her face became sad. The bus left, and I felt sad too. So I decided, that I would try my best to fulfill her wish. I had an acute backache, dreadfully hurting feet and head was spinning like a wheel. Still I managed to finish the day chores, put Nishka to her noon nap though forcibly, and packed the gift for charvi’s friend. When Charvi came back from school, she was happy to learn that she would be going for her party. She finished her homework really fast, did her extra study work which I make her do and was all set to move. I drove her there, dropped her and went to a nearby mall to pick up some groceries. Nishka was pestering all the time to go to Charvi. After an hour and half, we left from the mall and went to pick up charvi from the birthday venue. It had already become very dark, was raining like mad, and it became really difficult to find a parking place. Picked up Charvi and started driving back home. While going I did not find it that difficult, but when I was driving back, I felt too too tired and energy less, fatigued and completely worn-out . I requested kids to be quiet because my headache made it impossible for me to bear the slightest of noise, although there was the world honking outside the car. And it was virtually very difficult for me to drive through the high beams flashing on from the opposite direction, people overtaking me from either sides,  rains pouring endlessly, and kids eating up my head. The same stretch took around 45 minutes while going and 1 hour 20 minutes while coming back. By the time we reached home, I felt like a dead fish. But had to go on, can’t help you see, being a mother-after all. Freshened up a bit, and then fed Nishka, which again is a tough job to do, she being a poor-eater. There was no willing in me to eat anything by self. While I seated blank for two minutes, Charvi came closer to me, hugged me and said, “thank you so much mamma, you took me to the party, I had loads of fun all because of you, I know, you are very tired now, please take some rest, love you mamma, goodnight”. I hugged her good night and there came the little prankster Nishka. She loves thanking people in her special way. I had got her some chocolates for keeping her from crying and wanting Charvi while the latter was in party. She hugs very tight when she wants to say thank you. She hugged me and tried her best to occupy me in her little arms, kissed me on my forehead and then pointing to my nose she asked, “mamma hele(here)”..i nodded in yes, she kissed on my nose, then asked again pointing to my chin, “ mamma hele (here)”, I said yes, and then she kissed on my chin and repeated her questions and kisses for my cheeks, eyes and hair. And then she said in her sweet cute voice, “thanchu(thanku) mamma”….. the joy in her eyes was priceless and the love she gave me was eternal. Though the physical pain remained, but the agony caused by it got disappeared. Both of them slept after a while, and I kept watching those innocent faces, loving beings, who loves me without any reason and expectations. Around midnight, I had my dinner and then slept. The day throughout had been very pathetic, but it ended on a sweet note, thanks to Charvi and Nishka. I love you my babies.
The pain was worth it..

Monday, September 2, 2013

(202) Problem-Solution


Two days back, I happened to come across a beautiful thought process regarding the problem and problem solving skills. So without giving the prologue to how and why the entire tete-a-tete took place, I choose to mention the gist of the entire chat, assuming it may sound helpful to few, as it did appear to me.

So,

There are two possibilities

1.       You really don’t have any problem existing, but it may appear to you so, because of over and repeated thinking of having one. So stop thinking you have a problem.

2.       There genuinely is a problem. In this case,

·         Think over agreeably and identify the problem.

·         Accept it and accept the reality.

·         Think of the probable solutions and pin down the best amongst them.

·         If you don’t find any solution then either leave the problem or learn to live with it.

·         And a still better option is, to concentrate on other’s problems, it may help divert your attention from your pain.

 

I thought about the above points and added few more from my side,

It says,

 

·         Also seek the forgiveness.

-          Forgiveness from god.

-          Forgiveness from self.

-          And if possible, also from the person, if any, involved and got hurt.  

·          And if the problem has arisen out of no faults of yours…then perhaps you are being tested for your faith.

·         If you have lost something/someone, which/who used to be with you until now, then perhaps this was all that you deserved to get.

·         If you did not get what you always wished for/worked for, then perhaps it was never meant for you, you were never meant for it.

·         Also, while thinking of other’s pain, one can also strive to solve them or help the person in pain to come out of the same.

·         Think of all the good things happened in life, good times spent with loved ones, remember all the laughter, the smiles, the happy moments, the gifts, the beautiful talks, the admiration, and the many more sweet exchanges occurred between you and your people.

·         Engage yourself in all the activities which may not only be constructive and helpful, but also be beneficial to keep the thoughts of pain and failure at bay.

·         Most importantly, learn to be content. Respect what you have got and accept that what you got was all you deserved and don’t fret about not getting what you did not. Perhaps, that might ruin the charm of the times bygone that left behind the loving memories.

·         Think of those who are less privileged than you, who got everything less than you.

·         If you have received enough love in any form, from any relationship, in any measure, at any stage of your life- to think of it and smile about, then consider yourself lucky enough to keep happy. Stop moaning, start living life with a smile.

·          Expect less, give more.

·         Have faith in the almighty, he will take care of you    all the time.

 

Huge expectations and non/less acceptances- of the situations in life have always put me in pain. And am sure lot of people, have the same complaint.

Let’s expect less, accept more, complain less, rejoice more, take less, give more, hate never, love more…..forgive more…be happy more and make happy more.

……………………….while I had finished thinking through all the above, a message dropped in my phone at around 4.35am …which said….

“In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.”- Buddha…

What a timely message to befit the closure to my thoughts on the above concern.

Saturday, August 31, 2013

(201) State of Blank Mind

They say state of blank mind is akin to some kinda meditation. Is it?. It takes a great deal for me to even try meditating these days. However, I often remain in the state of blank mind...

Saturday, August 24, 2013

(200) Few people

Few people come in life, only to teach you the most beautiful, but expensive lessons-learned the hardest way...

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

(199) Pain


It is so painful and excruciating feeling, to learn that you and your intentions have been misapprehended and misread by the very one, whom you thought of as the person- who understood you to the unsurpassed perimeters….It hurts...hurts to the core..believe me!!

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

(198) Disappointment

It is so so easy to disappoint oneself. We know better what can push us high to the happy zone and what can pull us back deep in the agaonies. So, then why it happens that time and again we put ourselves in the situations where we are left with empty hands and hurt sentiments.
            Perhaps, it is so because many of our endeavours which we deem will bring happiness, happens to cross the place which for sure holds the possibilities of giving us some pain. But still, we take that risk because we hold a secret hope that the act may get through the tough zone victorious and may possibly lend us with the joy we were hoping for.

All said and done....we are human..right..!!!
The vicious mind and the hapless heart you see....!!
 

Saturday, July 27, 2013

(196) Staged

Miseries underrated,

Perhaps..! Causes overtuned...

I wish,

I never say this....

You staged the whole commotion....!!!!
 

Monday, July 8, 2013

(195) Endless Love

The question stood up many a times
And I always calmed with a subtle reply
Question remained,
Why don’t I have him? Tell me Why?

To be truthful to one and all
Needs the hub, full of guts
Perhaps, I had less
Got stuck in ‘ifs’ and ‘buts’
 
I gambled upon, by challenging risk
Of solving the upheaval
I fumbled,
Left with broken zeal
 
I made up the situations
To dodge facing the facts
He made me,
Bite, the bullets of my acts
                                                      
With him, I thought, past went away
I condoned the treasure mind does hold
It held him,
Presenting to me, at every threshold
 
I ignored self voices, disregarded premonitions
Hugged myself declaring as all safe,
From love,
Could not resist him, his aura so rave
 
Miles apart, he still administers so well
On me, it falls, the droplets of adore
Odium diminishes,
I feel in his embrace, I feel so secure
 
The differences in our believes, will remain
Up till, I assume, we both do survive
But bartering covets,
Am sure, will not see a deprive
 
The question still remains, so unanswered
That why I did not get, him in my life?
Perhaps, I found
The retort which was so rife
 
He happened to meet me at every dawn
He was never him, never was I, me
Truth remained,
We have, for eternity, been the very, ‘WE’
 
So what more would I want him and in what form
Physical, corporeal, or rather more substantial
I have forever, owned him
In me, with me, in a way, way-far special
 
Groundless remained the apprehensions
Futile the angst and cries
Propitiously died,
Crashed fell all the ‘Why’s”
 

Beauty of Adore

Thursday, July 4, 2013

(194) Floods of bloods


“Crying inconsolably, I found myself seated amongst the dead bodies. I had still not got the news of one of my loved ones. After searching vehemently for several hours, I gave into the mounting pressure of negativity and sat crying aloud. No one came to console me or wipe my tears”.

Tears were real and had wet my pillow. After giving a self help to break through the dream, I woke up to a better reality. I was thankfully not the part of the massacre, neither was the one I was searching for, so impatiently. I sat thinking, why was I treated with such a painful dream. Concluded that it could have been the result of the continuous doses of the news, I had been following on the death toll and the tragedies of the Kedarnath misfortune.

Mere dream of losing someone shook me to the roots, I could very well imagine, what a tough time those must be going through, who lost their loved ones, who could not trace their family people and who actually went through the whole calamity.

What remained commendable was the painstaking, never ending, rescue job done by the various defense personnel. Political parties, besides extending the help, did not refrain from earning the political mileage and publicity out of the whole mishap. And if reports are to be believed, many local people and others from the surrounding neighborhood, did their best to loot and exploit those helpless pilgrims, who got stuck in there, due to the floods and the destruction created thereby. What a shame?

Reports are still pouring in talking about possible scams and gimmicks taken place during the whole evacuation process, but what matters and should be applauded in the whole exchange is the thankless, endless job the soldiers extended to save as many people as they could, in spite of losing their own 20 brave-hearts. Could not but only thank them heartily for what they did?

And mercifully, I remained amongst the luckier ones who did not become the part of this catastrophe in reality, although kind of experienced the pain through the dream. Realized one more time in one more way, how people close to your heart never departs, they always resides in you. And you always love them more than you realize.

Friday, April 5, 2013

(193)..puddles

Not always the calmer side of one being comes to rescue, when the other,( the prominent one in action majorly) which fortunately or unfortunately is not so calmer side, accelerates the drive through the course of daily life.

I too, most often, come across the same messed up puddles- comprising of self pities, self denials, self approavls, self agonies, self supports and self criticisms, topped up with the similar sprays and shades contributed by people around.

Not holding a pen and a paper, neither the handy ipad sorts of gadgests which may hand out some ease, I keep encryprting my thoughts, feelings and experiences on the forum of my mind. And eventually move, edit and ultimately erase them, as and when required by the data/space management team of my mind. But...there always remains some cookies left behind, which are uneraseable, and those act like the very ones, which may only create turbulences to the entire set up and system, whenever they are attempted to deal with.

Wherein others need the intervention, I act the best of the manager to sort out the not so easy, tricky tangles of circumstances, but somehow, majorly gets troubled up, when it is the issue revolving around myself and my qualms with my expectations from those times. Wrong or right, just or bias, ethical or non-moral, such and many other dyads pulls me apart from either ends,and leave me in worse quandry. Ofcourse, the end result, always have- been framed out to be the one which fits and suits the entire bill,( never mind if it may or may not have been in my accord of wishes) and it serves with the array of beneficial options to almost everyone involved. The question is, why, why does the heart have to pay the price of the choices made by the mind. Although, as claimed, mind most often choses the "best for all" candy from the jar, yet..yet the trauma surfaces of being loaded with maximum compromises and sacrifices. No other but the heart claims so....

Who is the heart then?..Me OR my self intriguing delimmas OR the supressed lot of emotions which have been sacked and thrown at the order of the so called intelligent mind?

(We will continue the talk...later for sure)

Sunday, March 10, 2013

(192) Life is amazing



My parents in laws came on 14th feb to stay with us for few days. On 15th feb, we had to attend a wedding ceremony. That morning, I was trying to get in touch with a friend, with whom I hadn’t spoken for dozens of months. I tried to get in touch even earlier for some specific help. I needed some advice and help for my research project, which I had chose after changing my initial topic, but then due to non- availability of my dear friend, I tried to seek the information from other friend, who gave me the inputs to the best of her knowledge and access. After a protracted thought, I changed and came back to the initially chosen field and area for my study. Okay, so the point is, I was trying to get in touch, and got upset because I could not get through. We got ready and started for the venue which located at the distance of almost an hour and half. Nishka doesn’t like long drives and gets uneasy very soon in the car. To keep her attention diverted, I let her do whatever she wanted to do with the music system. She played one song repeatedly for almost ten times..it was, “ allah ke bande hasde, job hi ho kal phir aayega”. When it kept repeating, I somehow started paying attention to its words and meanings, and felt uplifted and good. When we entered the main hall, where the ceremony was going on, suddenly a group of photographers and media people rushed towards us and started clicking. Of course they took us for someone else, and after a small pause they got back to their original stance. It was a renowned singer’s wedding and there were visiting many celebrities from the tinsel town. Believe me, it was really amusing at that moment, but even that incident made my mood better. I smiled to myself and thought that, I was dressed appropriately for the occasion.(no intention to boast, just wanted to share this funny incident)We happen to see many established singer there. Over-all , the evening ended on a positive note.

Next morning, I went for a follow up class for sudarshan kriya by AOL, which is being conducted on every Saturday in our society’s club house (meditation hall). Though I am not able to make it on every Saturday, but I try to attend whenever possible. After the kriya, the teacher here, reads one paragraph or piece from Sri Sri Ravi Shankar’s discourses.. that day in the end.. he read this piece..

 “A dear person whom you trust lies to you and gets caught. What do you feel?

Sadness

Anger

Cheated

Disappointment

Compassion

Let down

Loss of respect

Wonder

Shock

Embarrassment

Recently when someone lied to me, I felt happy and more love, for they were not a good liar. Had they been a good liar, they would not have been caught. I thought they were so innocent that they could not even lie properly. They lie and get caught. If they had not been caught, how would you know they were a liar? So . . . you can never know a good liar. The person you call a liar is not a good liar and they are innocent. Aren't they?

And so . . . ha ha (laugh). You need not go through all the listed mental gymnastics. Instead melt and dissolve in Love.”

Listening to it, was kind of a reliever to the thoughts.

Almost about a week later, on 21st feb, bomb blasts occurred in the city. Phone calls, messages, enquiries flowed in from possibly everyone we have on our phone list. I don’t intend to bring any sarcasm or doubt on the intentions of our well-wishers, but this left me in a quandary, that does such situations only, bring questions to our people’s mind about our well-being?..After answering about twenty –thirty calls in an hour or so, I started replying following calls with the opening line, “ ha ha, hum zinda hain( with a slight smile and a slight disgust)”..in a light vein, but the pain for those who lost their lives was always  ticking my mind. As I have started thinking and saying off-lately, I felt again that day,” life has become so unpredictable”.

I have been suffering from some unusual pain since few months, and have been telling causally, that I might have contracted some serious disease. Hence one of my close friends, insisted that I get a medical check up done. Though it took almost three months for me to fulfill the promise I had made, but I finally went for a complete health check up on 2nd march 2013. As my in laws were still here, it came as a help to look after the kids, given that Dheeraj is travelling most of the times.  On 6th morning, I was supposed to collect the reports and see the consulting doctors. But given the fragile emotional person I am, a small tiff at home left me sad. The physical fatigue and some mental pressure due to my studies, charvi’s school work, looking after nishka and taking care of other big/small things at home, had already accumulated lot of discomfort in my mind, and the tiff that morning, hit the trigger, and I cried all the way driving to the hospital. Somehow, while acting like a stupid child (which I do most of the time), I cursed( I don’t know whom) and said to myself, “ see mita, your  reports are going to be pathetic, be ready for it”. I reached there in half an hour, parked the car, handed over the keys to the valet guy and asked him not to move my car if it’s not really required. I went upstairs and collected the reports. Blood profiles, urine profiles, chest, ecg, x-rays thyroid,aids,hepatitis, and some other reports-all were in line and showed no worries. But reports that needed to be discussed with gynaecologist were not really good.

I read and doctor confirmed, that there’s a cyst in the right ovary and the size is big enough to cover the entire ovary. Plus there appeared a mild neutrophillic inflammation appeared through the PAP smear ( which she said can be taken care of by medicines and could possibly be because of the ovarian cyst).

So the priority became to sort out the cyst. Her advice appeared twofold and left me in sticky situation. Either I could get it operated or try and remove it through the medication, which would last for three months. I went for a second opinion immediately to other doctor and she gave a completely different angle to the whole thing. I decided to go home and think about the whole thing with cool mind. When I got down the building and didn’t see my car, I asked the guy whom I had given the keys, and he said he will ask the driver to get the car back from the elsewhere parking. When the car came, it showed a big scratch on the passenger side door, and it was made recently. Though material things hardly bother me, but may be the day had risen at a bitter note, I reprimanded everyone involved in the parking procedure (from driver to the centre manager) and demanded the justification. Later I realized, it was not required, my car is still with that scratch and I haven’t even bothered to get it repainted. I spoke to my friend during those hours and cried a good for no specific reason. I decided to leave the whole medical thing aside for some-time and took it in hand only yesterday, after my in-laws left for home and Dheeraj left for Delhi. I consulted all the doctors I knew or whom I got to know through friends and relatives and discussed the matter, to get the better idea for  further treatment and course of action.

Let me kindly, make it very clear to all my friends, my readers and specifically to those with whom I consulted and received their genuine advices, that the purpose of writing (whatever I am going to write now) is neither to compare or cross check the knowledge and proficiency about the opinions and suggestions given to me by those whom I have consulted and nor to design any sympathy ground for myself(I am not gonna die soon). Its solely for my record and for the purpose I have mentioned earlier ( to make a note of events of my life for myself(if I live to read in my old age) and for my kids to have an insight into their mother’s life and their upbringing). So please, if any of you happen to read this, kindly do not think I am trying to be scrutinizer. Listing the counsel, recommendations, possibilities, outcomes about my ovarian cyst, in no specific order…

Trying a medication approach first for three months and then if cyst doesn’t dissolve, then surgery.

Given the size of the cyst, there is no point in trying medicines, straight away go for laparoscopic surgery.

8 out of 10 cases are malignant (cancerous), so don’t ignore, get the biopsy done, and treat it.

They may not be malignant, mostly they are benign ( non cancerous) at this stage.

If taken causally, it may affect still worse and if ovaries are to be removed due to delay in treatment, then that may result into further complications as the side effects.

Foolish to not act immediately, as the tissues grow fast and may spread in multiples.

Few advices were repeated by two or more people.

 

Right now, am feeling exhausted and without any direction. Though the last I spoke, was with a well established and experienced gynaecologist, who referred me to another well equipped doctor to handle such issues. I need to see that doctor as soon as possible. And she also told me that the doctor will perform the surgery and biopsy as well to check if any cancerous cells are present, and if the case is more complicated. Now, I have to wait for dheeraj to return home, so that I can see the doctor.

This entire write up may seem absurd to some, but ask me, what a reliever it is to vent out the thoughts through words, out here in this space. Don’t be judge-mental while reading this, there is no agenda, I was feeling over worked up and hence I had to take it out somewhere.

 I had thought of celebrating woman’s day in a very grand way, but somehow a chat with a friend left me more disturbed ( thanks to my irrational nature which pops up any time) and I did not do anything I had planned for myself.

I have our tickets booked for the trip spanned over next two months. From Hyderabad to Delhi, Delhi to Punjab, Punjab to Jammu(vaishno-devi), back to Punjab-Delhi, then Udaipur, to Ahmedabad, Gir, Valsad, Mumbai and back to Hyderabad. See…again I made a fool of myself..My things hardly works according to my plans and still I write in my sign off, “failing to plan is planning to fail”..what an irony?..however, I still hold a strong faith in the belief that “whatever happens, happens for good”..so what good is in store for me..let’s wait and watch.

See, I have never been afraid of dying( not that I am going to die soon haan..!don’t be so happy), am more than sure this whole thing will get over very soon, but what disturbs is this process of living in the uncertainties ( I know, I know, whole life is full of those). Till the time, I didn’t know anything about this medical complication, I was busy with other juggles of life, and now that I know what it is, I have spent almost 40 hours thinking about it. Oh my god, am soooooooo tired and so sick of it. Please don’t call me mad those who have been supporting me morally, but please try and understand my state of mind. I know, this may not be that big as it seems to be, and even if it turns out to be so( I mean cancerous), there are ways to deal with it, but still this waiting period is simply killing me, more than the disease might do.

Although I am physically and mentally tired, something very unusual, as well, is being felt by me. A very different calmness, somewhere deep in my heart is breezing very slowly. Am not able to concentrate on it because of this halla-bulla, but with the bleak pauses, I get in between my rustling thoughts, I kind of  smell and breathe a different air which is only cool and soothing. I know, I may be sounding like a crap philosopher, but this is how it is, even I am not able to decode it. Suddenly, the longing for many things, which I have been craving for, has subsided magically. Fear of losing anything whatsoever, seems non-existing. Yeah, yeah , I know, I know..i am acting like a real hindi filmi heroine na…okay..let’s stop here…no more blurting out..any which ways..i am feeling much better now..to have divulged out what was eating me up…thanks for reading this.
 
Life is amazing..!!
Isn't it..!!
Full of Surprises..!!

Friday, February 1, 2013

(191) Plan for a lone-long drive

I had a strong mind today to write about my life till date. I was planing to brief about major happenings, incidents, learnings, achievements, losses, thank-yous and sorrys in reference to the three decades i have lived. I intended to do so due to few important reasons,one of which is so succinctly- making a note for my kids to read when they grow up, and for me to refer in my advance age(if i live so much) about my good-bad past days.
              Unfortunately, it seems its not the time to do so. Nishka kept me upstraight since few last hours, crying, throwing up and checking my patience in every possible way. Plus, my throat seems to have grown up thorns in it, i believe, giving lot of trouble. Hence, will do that writing some other time.
            Had been thinking for a long time to go on a lone long drive,but time never permitted. I am planning to do so this morning in the very early hours, perhaps, in two- three hours from now. I am thiking to go on ORR. Though I never advocate high speed driving, I was brought to notice that I almost crossed 160kmph while driving on ORR last time when my family was with me. Am surprised, but it did not hit me at all that I did so. Possible reasons could be the long buttery stretches of the road and the silky stearing. So, I am planning not to take the big car, rather would take the small car, to keep a check on myself.
          Will update about the experience once I am back...

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

(190) Admiration


 

Talking with this friend over the years..one word has got pasted in my mind with his image, and that is ‘Admiration’.

Yesterday, while watching a small piece of a movie, I heard this word and straight away  got travelled into the time, whenever I spoke with him and he used the word ‘admiration’ for a particular girl. Well, not advisable to take his name here, as his wife might take this whole thing in a wrong way. So we will call him ‘him’. He was in love with a beautiful Kashmiri girl, whom he could not marry. Eventually, after moving on, he liked another girl, equally beautiful and sensible, whom he persuaded to be a part of his life and they are together. They are happily married and settled with their kid. God bless their family.

               Ok, now about the word ‘admiration’, here is the story narrated as per his version. There was a girl whom he met several years ago, and developed a kind of approbation towards her. What he liked most or least about her, is still a mystery to me. Because whenever she came in conversation, she came with a tag, ‘admiration’. He always said that he had a stout admiration for her.

       I have often wondered, what that admiration word could mean in his case. Of-course, I know the meaning and probable applications of it, but still, it leaves me lost in the qualms of variables, as I know both of them as individuals. I thought I would ask him someday, but then I decided to leave it as it was ,because vindication would hardly make any difference in their relationship, or so I assume. But what interests me here, is the passion he exhibits while using this word. And mind it, he never ever used any other word or words to talk about his affiliation with her. And that’s what makes it more appealing.

       However, though she doesn’t sound to be the most important person of his life, but if I recall the way he emphasizes about the beauty she has brought into their bonding, I feel, her existence is significant for him. And so yet again, I am forced to think, how can a mere admiration thing make someone so crucial in else’s life. Because if I go by the dictionary meaning of it, it tours me around gestures of respect, approval or rather awe(on the romantic side)….but none of these gives me a reason to think, that sheer veneration can make someone so imperative.

So now, my course of action (after watching that piece of movie) is to make him explain me what the word ‘admiration’ means in his dictionary. Who knows, may be, it was all just about the way he narrated the story to me and I over comprehended it, or may be, he  reasons it out in a fashion that’s appropriate for everyone involved.

  If I had to admire something, I would do so, and perhaps, over the period of time, I would forget about the same if I am not made to encounter with it again and again… I repeat if that was to be just an admiration….and if I had, had this mount of emotions for someone, then may be , I would not have had used just(only) the word, ‘admiration’.

Over to you…if you ever read this…and get coached up with an answer before you next call me…

 

Some quotes on the subject…

“There is an innocence in admiration: it occurs in one who has not yet realized that they might one day be admired.”  - Friedrich Nietzche

“Have you ever felt the longing for someone you could admire? For something, not to look down at, but up to?” – Ayn Rand

“ever since I met you I have admired you more than any girl...I have ever met since...I met you.”  - Oscar Wilde

Monday, January 28, 2013

(189) 18TH OCTOBER 2012

I WROTE THIS ON THE NIGHT OF 18TH OCTOBER 2012, WHEN I WAS IN UDAIPUR....BUT CUDN’T COMPLETE WRITING IT AND HENCE DIDN’T POST IT......

PSOTING THE INCOMPLETE THOUGHTS...............

                                                                                                                           

“...........................Few things always remain close to one's being, throughout his/her life. From childhood days till the end of the journey, certain things rarely changes, at-least in their importance and their relativity to the ongoing life. If I sit to count, there will come up at-least eight to ten things, which have not changed since i remember myself being myself, and i believe they will not change until i stop recognizing myself. But today, i want to talk about only one thing out of that vital list.

                        My love for milk, curd, ghee, buttermilk, home-made butter, and out of these, milk has always been my favorite dairy product. No doubts, coffee tops the list, but now, talk about the milk. Milk with bournvita and sugar, neither piping hot nor cold, just a little above the lukewarm mark, that is what i love. And i always enjoyed sipping it up in one breath. I do the same till date, except when it is accompanied with a heavy breakfast, because then it goes sip by sip helping me swallow each morcel of the food.

                                Time changes almost every aspect of one's life. Before i turned teen and moved to ahmedabad to live with my maternal grandparents, i lived with my parents in Valsad. I remember, till then, almost everyday my grandparents(paternal) would enter into kids room and serve all of us one by one (my siblings and cousins) with a big brass glass full of milk before we went to the bed. Later after some years during my visits home, i observed my mother doing the same for us. And now since few years, my father has happily taken over this part of her job and he kind of takes pride in serving us all that glass of milk, before we go to bed and also with the breakfast in the morning, but, of-course only when we all go there to stay with them, let's say for about once or twice in a year.

                When I lived in Ahmedabad, both my aunts played my mom's role. They both knew that it was very difficult for me to go to sleep without that glass of milk. Almost everyday, i was served the same. But whenever they missed out on giving me that, because of many reasons, i never went asking why it happened so. I could never do that in my life for anything whatsoever and to an extent, i am still the same. It is very difficult for me to ask for those thing/s, which i feel i should get or which belongs to me. But i never blamed them for that, because it was a big family and both of my aunts were always laden with loads of things to be done from early morning to the late hours.

                Later sometime when i lived in the hostel during my engineering days, i was forced to learn to go to sleep without that nectar of the night. Our hostel mess was not operational and our food was served twice in a day, by the outside caterer, who rejected my request of supplying the milk. But during the same time, when i use to visit home, i chose not to drink milk even then, so that it wouldn’t hurt me again on my return to the hostel.

              Some years later i started working, stayed with my grandparents for a year or so and then moved to Rajkot with a better job opportunity. Then again, i had the freedom of choosing my meals and the drinks. Time flew by swiftly and i got married.

                As i said, time changes things and so it did again. Now i prepare that cup of bournvita milk for my kids, husband and the other members of the family as and when they come over. Once in a very rare while, it happens that i get to be served with that cup of milk without me making it myself. Though i still try to have it almost everyday, but the fatigue i earn after running behind the kids for whole day, and the desire to go dead in the bed at the last hour of the day, hardly leaves me with any energy to prepare cup of milk. And in that case, even though all others are left without that last serve of the day, hardly anyone volunteers to help us all out with the servings.

                Today i am missing my father a lot. The latest memories of last few years about that tasty milk of the perfect temperature being served at the end of the day, is mostly related with my father and his unending energy and passion to keep his kids happy in every way possible. Since an hour, i am having  a strong urge to have that hot drink to be served, but honestly i have no mind to go and prepare it for myself. I made it for Nishka and fed her. My father in law had it, Charvi doesn’t want it and mother in law is fast asleep. I have come to Udaipur with my kids as i had to attend some class for few days.

                I want my father to live a very long and prosperous life and of course i wish the same for my mother as well. This day, this hour is presenting me again and again with the memories of that gloomy day when my father had a fatal heart-attack. Six months back, 6th april to be precise, when packers and movers had packed everything out of our Pune home and moved out, we proceeded to the hotel with my parents. My mom had come ................”
 
SOMETHING MOVED MY ATTENTION AND I LEFT IT INCOMPLETE THAT NIGHT