A to B: “Lovely kurti... Where did you pick it up from?”
B to A: “Oh, thanks! Picked it up in such a hurry from Camp just today morning!”
C to D: “You have to, have to, have to come home and taste the chocolate mousse I've made. Have joined this new class...”
D to C: “Really? You toh don't invite me only. Gaayab hi ho jaati hain...!”
E to F: “Arre Neeta, ladki ki shaadi kab kar rahi hain?”
F to E: “God knows ya! She says she wants to focus on her work right now...”
Regular 'women' conversations. They have to be, considering the topics are clothes, cooking and a wedding. Nothing to write home about, right? Wrong.
These seemingly random conversations between two women-friends didn't take place at MG Rd or a parlour or a kitty party or a mall. They took place at a chautha (fourth day after a person's death). I know, because Neeta's 'ladki' in the conversation above is me.
I was aghast when mum recounted the hushed whispers she heard, sitting at the back of the hall where the solemn function was on to honour the dead. She herself was shocked that she was asked about my marriage at such a place and time.
It made me think and wonder why these women had even gathered for the chautha. Is it really just a formality, where they think 'Shakal toh dikhani padegi!” Whether you're whispering or talking aloud, sitting at the back or right in the front doesn't really matter here. The point is that that talk is sheer disrespect for the one who has passed away, and for his or her family members who are grieving the death.
Since when has offering condolence become such a farce? Have we become so caught up in the material world, that we think of what clothes people are wearing to a funeral? I didn't know that a chautha was just another social gathering, as if there aren't enough already. But I know now, and I'd rather not attend such a function than be party to such distasteful behaviour.
Agreed that it's in our nature to talk and gossip, but that gossip can wait till after you've left the function, or can't it? And if you have to talk, then why not talk about how the person for whom you're present at such a function touched your life? Why not talk about the good the person has done? Why not honour him or her by showing the family members that you're there for them during this hard time?
They say souls stay on for some days after death, and correct me if I'm wrong, but I think the ultimate purpose of a chautha would be to pray that the soul rest in peace. I don't think that knowing where a kurti is bought from or when I'm going to get married is in anyway going to help the soul rest in peace. But then, correct me if I'm wrong.
Nupur Chaudhuri
Monday, November 30, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Looking inwards first
'Three Indians attacked by a gang of 70 teenaged Australians.'
The headlines screamed out on Sept 16, and the words are still ringing in my head. For some reason, I find it so very hard to associate this horrible, insensitive and racist behaviour with Australians. Only because I've lived amongst them and have been loved by them.
I spent a year of my life in Australia, I made Ozzie friends, I ate at their restaurants, I partied at their nightclubs, I studied at their University and I even lived with an Australian family, complete with an Ozzie cat and dog, who I'm sure found it hard to understand my accent! But the country welcomed me, and not once did I feel like an outsider. Their culture was different, but I was never made to feel like a stranger. Instead, everyone I came across expressed the keenest desire to know more about the land of India, to know if elephants really roamed the streets, and if we knew ancient magic, like the Red Indians.
It will be a year in December that I finished my studies in Australia and came back. Yet, the memories make me smile, and make me want to back. But can I now?
The very fact that it's now unsafe for me to go back to the country and people who made my stay so memorable scares me. It's the same fear that sometimes grips me when I'm travelling home alone at night, or am walking on a street dotted with groups of men.
We call the Australians racist because they've been hurting and telling Indians to go back to their own country. I will not dispute the allegation, but I want to ask what name would we give to the group of 80 men or so who attacked and molested a girl at the Gateway of India in Mumbai a few years ago on New Years' Eve? One girl fondled by 80 men. Do we call the men vulgar, cheap, maniacs, perverts, psychopaths or then plain and simple cowards?
Just like the 80 molesters knew that the girl would not be able to retaliate, so also the 70 Ozzies knew that the three Indians under their attack didn't stand a chance of giving back to them a piece of their disgusting, cowardly behavior. What then is the difference between them and us?
During the recent Ganpati visarjan, as I weaved my car through the different processions a day after the visarjan, the men whistled, hooted and insulted my dignity, and all this while the Ganesha idol, its eyes covered with a cloth, sat behind them. Is this, I ask, a better quality than racism, or sickeningly worse?
Today, I feel as unsafe in my city as an Indian man would at an Australian pub, bus stand or railway station. So, maybe it's time our men give answers for their cowardice before questioning the Australian racism.
The headlines screamed out on Sept 16, and the words are still ringing in my head. For some reason, I find it so very hard to associate this horrible, insensitive and racist behaviour with Australians. Only because I've lived amongst them and have been loved by them.
I spent a year of my life in Australia, I made Ozzie friends, I ate at their restaurants, I partied at their nightclubs, I studied at their University and I even lived with an Australian family, complete with an Ozzie cat and dog, who I'm sure found it hard to understand my accent! But the country welcomed me, and not once did I feel like an outsider. Their culture was different, but I was never made to feel like a stranger. Instead, everyone I came across expressed the keenest desire to know more about the land of India, to know if elephants really roamed the streets, and if we knew ancient magic, like the Red Indians.
It will be a year in December that I finished my studies in Australia and came back. Yet, the memories make me smile, and make me want to back. But can I now?
The very fact that it's now unsafe for me to go back to the country and people who made my stay so memorable scares me. It's the same fear that sometimes grips me when I'm travelling home alone at night, or am walking on a street dotted with groups of men.
We call the Australians racist because they've been hurting and telling Indians to go back to their own country. I will not dispute the allegation, but I want to ask what name would we give to the group of 80 men or so who attacked and molested a girl at the Gateway of India in Mumbai a few years ago on New Years' Eve? One girl fondled by 80 men. Do we call the men vulgar, cheap, maniacs, perverts, psychopaths or then plain and simple cowards?
Just like the 80 molesters knew that the girl would not be able to retaliate, so also the 70 Ozzies knew that the three Indians under their attack didn't stand a chance of giving back to them a piece of their disgusting, cowardly behavior. What then is the difference between them and us?
During the recent Ganpati visarjan, as I weaved my car through the different processions a day after the visarjan, the men whistled, hooted and insulted my dignity, and all this while the Ganesha idol, its eyes covered with a cloth, sat behind them. Is this, I ask, a better quality than racism, or sickeningly worse?
Today, I feel as unsafe in my city as an Indian man would at an Australian pub, bus stand or railway station. So, maybe it's time our men give answers for their cowardice before questioning the Australian racism.
Killing the compassion within
My family is synonymous with 'animal lovers'. Even mom's converted, and has been bunking her walks to take our dog out to play instead! So when a cousin dropped by and told us of the cruelly shocking way in which five dogs of her society, near Pleasant Park, Wanowrie, were murdered, we were naturally aghast.
The dogs were poisoned. They were tempted with food, a feast that led them to their death. I read in the newspaper some weeks ago that PETA will award Rs 10,000 to anyone who comes out with information about the killings. Thank God for animal rights activists, and thank god for money, I say. If not for the love of creation, then at least for the love of money, we might have someone offering information.
What did the dogs do that brought death upon them? They were vaccinated and spayed, and had no diseases. Their only fault was that they were dogs. They weren't 'stray' as they were being looked after by different residents of the society. They had never attacked or harmed anyone. They were friendly with kids as well. So what then must have irked someone to resort to the lowly act of murder? That they bark at odd hours of the night perhaps?
I have a family with little kids in my society; and when they were babies, they wailed at every other hour. Now I'm not particularly fond of kids, but I didn't sneak up on them and poison them! It would've been a horrid crime, wouldn't it? So how then can socially 'normal' people residing in a good area poison innocent dogs just because their 'barking' could be a nuisance at times?
Just because the dog clan can't voice its opinion, or take out a morcha to fight for dog/animal rights, doesn't mean we humans can exploit and play with their lives.
When will we learn that we are only a 'part' of creation? That we're meant to live in harmony with other forms of nature and not kill them for pleasure or selfish purposes?
I'm not saying I'm a saint. But I'd never do something so cowardly and so disgusting; something that reflects upon my race and tarnishes the intelligence and compassion we've been gifted with.
The anti-stray or anti-animal folks may say my view is absolutely biased. I will not dispute them. Biased or not, it's a view that condemns the act of taking away something that you do not have the power to create, and in this case, it's life.
The dogs were poisoned. They were tempted with food, a feast that led them to their death. I read in the newspaper some weeks ago that PETA will award Rs 10,000 to anyone who comes out with information about the killings. Thank God for animal rights activists, and thank god for money, I say. If not for the love of creation, then at least for the love of money, we might have someone offering information.
What did the dogs do that brought death upon them? They were vaccinated and spayed, and had no diseases. Their only fault was that they were dogs. They weren't 'stray' as they were being looked after by different residents of the society. They had never attacked or harmed anyone. They were friendly with kids as well. So what then must have irked someone to resort to the lowly act of murder? That they bark at odd hours of the night perhaps?
I have a family with little kids in my society; and when they were babies, they wailed at every other hour. Now I'm not particularly fond of kids, but I didn't sneak up on them and poison them! It would've been a horrid crime, wouldn't it? So how then can socially 'normal' people residing in a good area poison innocent dogs just because their 'barking' could be a nuisance at times?
Just because the dog clan can't voice its opinion, or take out a morcha to fight for dog/animal rights, doesn't mean we humans can exploit and play with their lives.
When will we learn that we are only a 'part' of creation? That we're meant to live in harmony with other forms of nature and not kill them for pleasure or selfish purposes?
I'm not saying I'm a saint. But I'd never do something so cowardly and so disgusting; something that reflects upon my race and tarnishes the intelligence and compassion we've been gifted with.
The anti-stray or anti-animal folks may say my view is absolutely biased. I will not dispute them. Biased or not, it's a view that condemns the act of taking away something that you do not have the power to create, and in this case, it's life.
For the city Maamas!
I awoke that morning, and was surprised at the dreariness that enveloped the city. The sun hid behind the thick, thundering clouds and and the rain pelted against the city and the wind whistled eerily, as if warning us of more to come.
I dragged myself out of bed, and soon was on my way to work. The car was soaked in rain, and the wipers worked over-time. I was warm and cosy inside though – the heater was on. And just when I was marvelling at my good fortune of having a four-wheeler, the traffic slowed to a halt. I peered through the droplets splashing on my windscreen, and noticed that the signals were out. “Drat!” I muttered.
Slowly, after four-five minutes, the cars ahead of me crawled on. And as I crossed the zebra crossing in front, I saw four traffic cops, their yellow raincoats drenched completely, busy directing traffic.
Caps covered their faces, and you could see them squinting ever so slight, while steadfastly doing their job.
And that's when I stopped marvelling at my 'luck', and was filled with respect for these men and women. Come rain or sun, they're always out there, amidst all the pollution, doing their bit in serving society. Just as I was thinking this, a biker, ignored their call to stop, and whizzed ahead, turning around only to jeer at them, as though he had accomplished something.
It's sad that we take our traffic cops for granted, sad that we accuse them of taking bribes when we are the ones who offer the so-called 'bribes' in the first place. Not once do we think that they are people who stand on the street, breathe in vehicle fumes and control a maddening rush. A job that I would definitely never be able to do.
Most people have a nonchalant attitude when it comes to dealing with traffic policemen. One too many times, I've heard friends chuckle and boast, “The maamu stopped me, so I paid him fifty bucks and he let me go!” Maybe now, after watching them stand for hours in the relentless rain, without even tree cover, guiding traffic so as to save us from traffic jam delays, they'll be respected more. Maybe we'll realise that they work not for themselves, but for this city, for us. Maybe we'll follow traffic rules more and make life a tad easier for them. Maybe our 'chalta hai' attitude will change.
I know mine has.
I dragged myself out of bed, and soon was on my way to work. The car was soaked in rain, and the wipers worked over-time. I was warm and cosy inside though – the heater was on. And just when I was marvelling at my good fortune of having a four-wheeler, the traffic slowed to a halt. I peered through the droplets splashing on my windscreen, and noticed that the signals were out. “Drat!” I muttered.
Slowly, after four-five minutes, the cars ahead of me crawled on. And as I crossed the zebra crossing in front, I saw four traffic cops, their yellow raincoats drenched completely, busy directing traffic.
Caps covered their faces, and you could see them squinting ever so slight, while steadfastly doing their job.
And that's when I stopped marvelling at my 'luck', and was filled with respect for these men and women. Come rain or sun, they're always out there, amidst all the pollution, doing their bit in serving society. Just as I was thinking this, a biker, ignored their call to stop, and whizzed ahead, turning around only to jeer at them, as though he had accomplished something.
It's sad that we take our traffic cops for granted, sad that we accuse them of taking bribes when we are the ones who offer the so-called 'bribes' in the first place. Not once do we think that they are people who stand on the street, breathe in vehicle fumes and control a maddening rush. A job that I would definitely never be able to do.
Most people have a nonchalant attitude when it comes to dealing with traffic policemen. One too many times, I've heard friends chuckle and boast, “The maamu stopped me, so I paid him fifty bucks and he let me go!” Maybe now, after watching them stand for hours in the relentless rain, without even tree cover, guiding traffic so as to save us from traffic jam delays, they'll be respected more. Maybe we'll realise that they work not for themselves, but for this city, for us. Maybe we'll follow traffic rules more and make life a tad easier for them. Maybe our 'chalta hai' attitude will change.
I know mine has.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
The Magic of my Sai
Just last week, a colleague said to me, “To get rich in this country, one only needs to become a godman.” This she said, referring to godmen in general, and Sri Sathya Sai Baba, in particular. About the 'particular', two things stand to be corrected: one, he has made this country far richer and in terms that go even beyond money; and two, for me and the 40 million people who worship him the world over, he is God, and not a godman.
When I say 'richness', I refer to love, happiness and hope. He only teaches about the path of love, and his service to mankind has brought joy where there was none; and has given hope to those who'd given up on hope itself.
A news channel spent all its Sunday hours in saying Sathya Sai is only a magician. I commend them for their insight, because he really is a magician. This magician has done magic that even the world's best magician can never master. He has transformed the hearts of people. He has made humans more aware of humanity.
While the channel's belittling of Sathya Sai was a TRP-raising stunt, I wonder why they didn't give a more wholesome picture of his 'magic'. To be more specific, he has started schools, colleges, and universities that offer absolutely free education. He introduced Education in Human Values (called Educare), that the UGC (University Grants Commission) has taken up at a national level, so as to promote these values which were hitherto lacking in our education system. He has started Super Specialty Hospitals that lack only in one department – the billing department. There is no cash counter in any of the hospitals, and to top that wonder, the visiting faculty are the best in their industry from India and abroad. He also took up the cause of villagers who had to walk miles and miles for water. His Rayalseema Water Project reached out to 731 villages in Ananthpur District (Andhra Pradesh) and later, water was also supplied to 320 villages in Andhra Pradesh. In 2004, the mounting Chennai water crisis was solved as the Sathya Sai Ganga (officially named so by the Tamil Nadu Government) found its way to the gates of Tamil Nadu. Then there's grama seva, that's on in full swing in every state and city, including Pune.
So why then didn't the channel flash these aspects of Sathya Sai's contribution to the field of 'magic'? Not newsworthy enough, eh?
When I say 'richness', I refer to love, happiness and hope. He only teaches about the path of love, and his service to mankind has brought joy where there was none; and has given hope to those who'd given up on hope itself.
A news channel spent all its Sunday hours in saying Sathya Sai is only a magician. I commend them for their insight, because he really is a magician. This magician has done magic that even the world's best magician can never master. He has transformed the hearts of people. He has made humans more aware of humanity.
While the channel's belittling of Sathya Sai was a TRP-raising stunt, I wonder why they didn't give a more wholesome picture of his 'magic'. To be more specific, he has started schools, colleges, and universities that offer absolutely free education. He introduced Education in Human Values (called Educare), that the UGC (University Grants Commission) has taken up at a national level, so as to promote these values which were hitherto lacking in our education system. He has started Super Specialty Hospitals that lack only in one department – the billing department. There is no cash counter in any of the hospitals, and to top that wonder, the visiting faculty are the best in their industry from India and abroad. He also took up the cause of villagers who had to walk miles and miles for water. His Rayalseema Water Project reached out to 731 villages in Ananthpur District (Andhra Pradesh) and later, water was also supplied to 320 villages in Andhra Pradesh. In 2004, the mounting Chennai water crisis was solved as the Sathya Sai Ganga (officially named so by the Tamil Nadu Government) found its way to the gates of Tamil Nadu. Then there's grama seva, that's on in full swing in every state and city, including Pune.
So why then didn't the channel flash these aspects of Sathya Sai's contribution to the field of 'magic'? Not newsworthy enough, eh?
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
I Promise me
I will not allow anyone to take me for granted.
I will never forget how important I am to Me.
I will never underestimate me.
I will not allow anyone to hurt me beyond repair.
I will let go of the past, because the past is never gonna happen again. It’s over. It’s gone.
I will live in the present only. The future’s too far off and too unpredictable to depend on.
I will learn how to say No.
I will never say no to love. Love is the only healing power.
I will never depend entirely on anyone, except God and me. I know together we’re an awesome team.
I will value every smile I smile.
I will never waste my tears. I’ve learnt how precious they are and how irresponsibly I’ve used them.
I will thank the Universe for everything that it’s given me. The good and the Bad. It’s me who’s asked for them, and the universe has given it.
I will not blame anyone else for my pain. I allowed myself to hurt.
I will never break a promise. I’ve experienced the pain of broken promises.
I will do whatever makes me happy. If the world doesn’t like it, too bad. It’s my life, not theirs.
I will be a Princess. And I will have a Happily Ever After with my Prince.
I will never forget how important I am to Me.
I will never underestimate me.
I will not allow anyone to hurt me beyond repair.
I will let go of the past, because the past is never gonna happen again. It’s over. It’s gone.
I will live in the present only. The future’s too far off and too unpredictable to depend on.
I will learn how to say No.
I will never say no to love. Love is the only healing power.
I will never depend entirely on anyone, except God and me. I know together we’re an awesome team.
I will value every smile I smile.
I will never waste my tears. I’ve learnt how precious they are and how irresponsibly I’ve used them.
I will thank the Universe for everything that it’s given me. The good and the Bad. It’s me who’s asked for them, and the universe has given it.
I will not blame anyone else for my pain. I allowed myself to hurt.
I will never break a promise. I’ve experienced the pain of broken promises.
I will do whatever makes me happy. If the world doesn’t like it, too bad. It’s my life, not theirs.
I will be a Princess. And I will have a Happily Ever After with my Prince.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Free.
A thousand, maybe more, memories swirl in my head as I think back. I think of nothing in particular, nothing in general. I just think of life so far. And I’m awestruck at how I’ve changed.
One thing that always remained constant though was my fear of what lay ahead. The fear of getting hurt; the fear of having nobody; the fear of losing; the fear of being better but not the best…The fear of the future.
But suddenly, it’s gone. I’ll be lying if I say I don’t think of the future. I do. But I’m not scared anymore.
I don’t know whether it’s the loss of love or the gain of a new love, but one of them has taught me to live in the Now. To live for the Now.
My Life at the mo:
I don’t have a full-time job.
I’m 23 (almost) and am asking dad for dough. Heck, I didn’t do that when I was 16!
My savings are nothing to boast of!
I still don’t have that glass closet of heels, flats, pumps.
I’m running out of clothes.
I haven’t joined belly dancing.
I haven’t joined horse riding.
I don’t want to move to Bombay.
Pune doesn’t really have too many options for me.
I (still) can’t cook, except for chocolate mousse!
I sleep a lot through the day!
The only day I really, really, really look forward to and am wide awake for is Wednesday.
But everyday, every hour, every minute, every second, I smile.
:)
It's love. That’s it! I just know that’s it. For me, Love has always taken first place. But Love, as I’ve known it before, has made me fear, has made me pine, has given me pain, has made me cry. Love, as I’ve known it before, has made me worry about that love not being there anymore.
But not now. Love, as I know it now, makes me smile, makes me blush, makes me shy, makes me thankful, makes me satisfied,makes me love myself. Love, as I know it now, sets me free.
I’m not scared anymore. The constant fear has left me. Coz I know, whatever happens, love will always find me, love will always be there.
Being in love had always been a weakness. I like the use of ‘had’ in that sentence :), coz now, being in love… in love with him…is my strongest strength.
It’s crazy love, right love, happy love :) It’s one-of-a-kind love :) It’s the Him-n-Me love :) :) :)
One thing that always remained constant though was my fear of what lay ahead. The fear of getting hurt; the fear of having nobody; the fear of losing; the fear of being better but not the best…The fear of the future.
But suddenly, it’s gone. I’ll be lying if I say I don’t think of the future. I do. But I’m not scared anymore.
I don’t know whether it’s the loss of love or the gain of a new love, but one of them has taught me to live in the Now. To live for the Now.
My Life at the mo:
I don’t have a full-time job.
I’m 23 (almost) and am asking dad for dough. Heck, I didn’t do that when I was 16!
My savings are nothing to boast of!
I still don’t have that glass closet of heels, flats, pumps.
I’m running out of clothes.
I haven’t joined belly dancing.
I haven’t joined horse riding.
I don’t want to move to Bombay.
Pune doesn’t really have too many options for me.
I (still) can’t cook, except for chocolate mousse!
I sleep a lot through the day!
The only day I really, really, really look forward to and am wide awake for is Wednesday.
But everyday, every hour, every minute, every second, I smile.
:)
It's love. That’s it! I just know that’s it. For me, Love has always taken first place. But Love, as I’ve known it before, has made me fear, has made me pine, has given me pain, has made me cry. Love, as I’ve known it before, has made me worry about that love not being there anymore.
But not now. Love, as I know it now, makes me smile, makes me blush, makes me shy, makes me thankful, makes me satisfied,makes me love myself. Love, as I know it now, sets me free.
I’m not scared anymore. The constant fear has left me. Coz I know, whatever happens, love will always find me, love will always be there.
Being in love had always been a weakness. I like the use of ‘had’ in that sentence :), coz now, being in love… in love with him…is my strongest strength.
It’s crazy love, right love, happy love :) It’s one-of-a-kind love :) It’s the Him-n-Me love :) :) :)
Monday, April 13, 2009
Find: Happy
Her eyes stare out at me,
The desperation is clear for all to see,
The love has gone,
But in her, there’s another storm,
‘What will the world say?’ she asks,
And slowly, again, she crawls behind the mask.
Just what will the world say?
The world will question,
The world will talk about her stray.
People will give her the eye,
They’ll bring her down to her knees, make her cry.
She’ll hear taunts, she’ll hear rumours,
She’ll realize who was never hers.
They’ll rip her life, year by year,
Give her pain so severe…
She knows, she’s scared,
So she won’t ever dare,
To take that step, to be free,
To give herself the chance to experience ‘Happy’…
I tell her to live for today,
For yesterday’s gone, and tomorrow’s only a ‘may’,
They won’t give her happiness,
And so she’ll miss,
Her chance to feel, her chance to be,
Her chance to find out what is ‘Happy’…
I tell her to cut the string,
To throw the ring,
To, at her own behest,
Never settle for second best…
I tell her to realize,
That no one will stop her cries,
Except for her.
I want her to know,
When bad is over, there’s good ALWAYS in store.
Life has started, and life will end,
But in between, life gives the chance to amend,
She should grab it and slay the fear,
Of a new beginning, of finding another dear,
Only then, will she know and see,
Just what really is ‘Happy’…
I want her to look the world in the eye,
Without a flinch, without a sigh,
She doesn’t need them to reprove,
What only matters is that her heart approves,
Coz the world’s not gonna set her soul free,
Coz that will be,
Only when she gets back ‘Happy’.
Life will give you chances aplenty,
To know, to realize, to find and to keep ‘Happy’.
Take the chance before life passes you by,
For down the line, you’ll be asking, ‘Why didn’t I?’
The desperation is clear for all to see,
The love has gone,
But in her, there’s another storm,
‘What will the world say?’ she asks,
And slowly, again, she crawls behind the mask.
Just what will the world say?
The world will question,
The world will talk about her stray.
People will give her the eye,
They’ll bring her down to her knees, make her cry.
She’ll hear taunts, she’ll hear rumours,
She’ll realize who was never hers.
They’ll rip her life, year by year,
Give her pain so severe…
She knows, she’s scared,
So she won’t ever dare,
To take that step, to be free,
To give herself the chance to experience ‘Happy’…
I tell her to live for today,
For yesterday’s gone, and tomorrow’s only a ‘may’,
They won’t give her happiness,
And so she’ll miss,
Her chance to feel, her chance to be,
Her chance to find out what is ‘Happy’…
I tell her to cut the string,
To throw the ring,
To, at her own behest,
Never settle for second best…
I tell her to realize,
That no one will stop her cries,
Except for her.
I want her to know,
When bad is over, there’s good ALWAYS in store.
Life has started, and life will end,
But in between, life gives the chance to amend,
She should grab it and slay the fear,
Of a new beginning, of finding another dear,
Only then, will she know and see,
Just what really is ‘Happy’…
I want her to look the world in the eye,
Without a flinch, without a sigh,
She doesn’t need them to reprove,
What only matters is that her heart approves,
Coz the world’s not gonna set her soul free,
Coz that will be,
Only when she gets back ‘Happy’.
Life will give you chances aplenty,
To know, to realize, to find and to keep ‘Happy’.
Take the chance before life passes you by,
For down the line, you’ll be asking, ‘Why didn’t I?’
Monday, April 6, 2009
My Miracle :)
Sometimes it takes miracles to believe again. For me, it just took him :)
I look out at people rushing through their lives; I watch the trees sway to the tunes of the breeze; I hear the birds chirp in myriad manners; and I feel the air envelop me.
I smile.
And think.
‘They can never make me as happy as he.” :)
Years before, I was asked, ‘Just what do you want?’
‘I want it to be perfect,’ I said.
‘It can never be,’ I was told, and rightly so, it never was.
Years later, again I was asked, ‘Just what do you want?’
‘I want it to be perfect,’ I said again.
‘That doesn’t exist,’ I was told.
I paused. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
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‘Maybe you’re right,’ I whispered.
But no, they were wrong! Perfect can be, and Perfect does exist. I know. Because it’s mine. :))
I’ve had miracles happen in my life. But this one, is like God showing off.
My miracle has eyes that only notice me,
Lips that only want to touch mine,
A smile that fills me with happiness,
A touch that makes me long for its caress…
My miracle cares,
My miracle is aware,
Of how I feel inside,
My miracle makes me confide…
My miracle completes me,
My miracle makes me whole,
My miracle makes me lose track of time,
My miracle is only mine. :)
My miracle makes me want to love,
My miracle makes me believe in the One above,
My miracle makes me want to value, cherish and give,
My miracle makes me want to live…
He’s perfect. We’re perfect, together.
I have no regrets now of all the ill-fittings I’ve been through, because I’ve finally found what was made for me and it fits Perfect to the T. :)
I look out at people rushing through their lives; I watch the trees sway to the tunes of the breeze; I hear the birds chirp in myriad manners; and I feel the air envelop me.
I smile.
And think.
‘They can never make me as happy as he.” :)
Years before, I was asked, ‘Just what do you want?’
‘I want it to be perfect,’ I said.
‘It can never be,’ I was told, and rightly so, it never was.
Years later, again I was asked, ‘Just what do you want?’
‘I want it to be perfect,’ I said again.
‘That doesn’t exist,’ I was told.
I paused. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
…………………………………
……………………………
………………………
…………………
‘Maybe you’re right,’ I whispered.
But no, they were wrong! Perfect can be, and Perfect does exist. I know. Because it’s mine. :))
I’ve had miracles happen in my life. But this one, is like God showing off.
My miracle has eyes that only notice me,
Lips that only want to touch mine,
A smile that fills me with happiness,
A touch that makes me long for its caress…
My miracle cares,
My miracle is aware,
Of how I feel inside,
My miracle makes me confide…
My miracle completes me,
My miracle makes me whole,
My miracle makes me lose track of time,
My miracle is only mine. :)
My miracle makes me want to love,
My miracle makes me believe in the One above,
My miracle makes me want to value, cherish and give,
My miracle makes me want to live…
He’s perfect. We’re perfect, together.
I have no regrets now of all the ill-fittings I’ve been through, because I’ve finally found what was made for me and it fits Perfect to the T. :)
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Brighter Than Sunshine
I never saw it happening,
I’d given up on giving in,
I couldn’t take the hurt again… (Brighter Than Sunshine – Aqualung)
But, I can. Truly, honestly, with a smile, I could look into his eyes and tell him it’s worth the risk. :)
For a while, I actually had myself convinced that this was it. My love hadn’t survived, and I’d be stuck there in that damp and dark corner for the rest of my years. That I’d wake up and wonder if the day would be bad or the night would be worse. That my stomach would always have that dirty, empty feel. That my heart would ache with every goddamned breath.
Yeah, I actually had myself convinced that my life was over.
Being in love is no big deal. It happens to everyone all the time. But I’d (fortunately or unfortunately) been struck with that one arrow of mixed potions: True love, Real Love, Crazy Love and Forever Love. Now this love happens only once in a lifetime. It felt better than anything I’ve known, but it gave pain worse than anything I’ve ever felt before.
I spent nights crying over someone who probably will never know what that pain felt like. I spent days wishing for something that I knew would never happen. I prayed for hours to be able to turn back time. I stared at the blank walls willing away old memories. I’d go to bed hoping I wouldn’t see daylight again. And I’d pass the day dreading the approaching night.
But then, the wounds began to heal. Weakness slowly turned to strength. Strength that I’d never guessed I had.
My smile came back.
I don’t understand the words “getting over someone…”; I just know that my healing process is complete. The memories will always be there. The True Love, Real Love, Crazy Love, Forever Love potion will always live inside me.
There will be times when I’ll want to cry. There will be times when I’ll wonder, “Why?”
But, that’s alright.
Coz when I think of ‘now’, I think of new love :) I have no clue if it’s Real Love, True Love, Crazy Love or Forever Love…but I know it’s ‘Right’ Love – something I’ve always wanted but never had. It makes me smile. He makes me smile…and smile and smile. :)
Love is blushing at the mention of his name. Love is missing him the instant he turns his back after goodbye. Love is kissing him with a feeling that has to be love (!) Love is looking into the mirror a dozen times just to make sure I’m pretty enough for him. Love is about trusting him, and trusting in him. Love is about holding him close and dancing like noone’s watching. Love is saying I love you over and over in my head, thinking (hoping) maybe he’s saying it too…
Heck, Love is even saying ‘Mastiff’ at the same freaking instant. :D
For the whole of last year, I thought I’d shut the door permanently, I thought I’d lost me. But, he found me. He’s turned my world around. He’s made it Brighter Than Sunshine. :)
I’d given up on giving in,
I couldn’t take the hurt again… (Brighter Than Sunshine – Aqualung)
But, I can. Truly, honestly, with a smile, I could look into his eyes and tell him it’s worth the risk. :)
For a while, I actually had myself convinced that this was it. My love hadn’t survived, and I’d be stuck there in that damp and dark corner for the rest of my years. That I’d wake up and wonder if the day would be bad or the night would be worse. That my stomach would always have that dirty, empty feel. That my heart would ache with every goddamned breath.
Yeah, I actually had myself convinced that my life was over.
Being in love is no big deal. It happens to everyone all the time. But I’d (fortunately or unfortunately) been struck with that one arrow of mixed potions: True love, Real Love, Crazy Love and Forever Love. Now this love happens only once in a lifetime. It felt better than anything I’ve known, but it gave pain worse than anything I’ve ever felt before.
I spent nights crying over someone who probably will never know what that pain felt like. I spent days wishing for something that I knew would never happen. I prayed for hours to be able to turn back time. I stared at the blank walls willing away old memories. I’d go to bed hoping I wouldn’t see daylight again. And I’d pass the day dreading the approaching night.
But then, the wounds began to heal. Weakness slowly turned to strength. Strength that I’d never guessed I had.
My smile came back.
I don’t understand the words “getting over someone…”; I just know that my healing process is complete. The memories will always be there. The True Love, Real Love, Crazy Love, Forever Love potion will always live inside me.
There will be times when I’ll want to cry. There will be times when I’ll wonder, “Why?”
But, that’s alright.
Coz when I think of ‘now’, I think of new love :) I have no clue if it’s Real Love, True Love, Crazy Love or Forever Love…but I know it’s ‘Right’ Love – something I’ve always wanted but never had. It makes me smile. He makes me smile…and smile and smile. :)
Love is blushing at the mention of his name. Love is missing him the instant he turns his back after goodbye. Love is kissing him with a feeling that has to be love (!) Love is looking into the mirror a dozen times just to make sure I’m pretty enough for him. Love is about trusting him, and trusting in him. Love is about holding him close and dancing like noone’s watching. Love is saying I love you over and over in my head, thinking (hoping) maybe he’s saying it too…
Heck, Love is even saying ‘Mastiff’ at the same freaking instant. :D
For the whole of last year, I thought I’d shut the door permanently, I thought I’d lost me. But, he found me. He’s turned my world around. He’s made it Brighter Than Sunshine. :)
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Happy New Year
I remember... 2008, 12.01 am. The crowd was cheering. There were hugs, kisses and New Year wishes. I slowly pushed my way through, and walked out. I hugged, I kissed, I wished, I loved.
It seems like yesterday. Like a moment ago. I can still feel the happiness within me. The happiness that love brings with it.
The year flew by. I flew away.
There were months of tears and smiles; of walks and drives; of work and books; of fashion and food; of friends, true friends, and fun; of fights, some never undone…
There were months of ‘Miss Yous’, of ‘Come Back Soon’.
There were months of unsent mails, of wishes in vain.
There were months of addition and deletion, of obsession and infatuation.
There were months of wine and movies, of GTalk and Facebook newbies.
There were months and months of life packed in, in just one year...
Emotions left and returned, the calendar repeatedly turned. The clock ticked on. Dusks changed to dawns. The sun rose and set beyond the freckled hills, and yet in my eyes time stood still…
I look at the date and it says 04-01-2009. And I wonder how…How life has moved on when my heart has remained as unchanged as time…
…Coz, it all seems like yesterday. Like a moment ago. I can still feel the happiness within me. The happiness that love brings with it…
It seems like yesterday. Like a moment ago. I can still feel the happiness within me. The happiness that love brings with it.
The year flew by. I flew away.
There were months of tears and smiles; of walks and drives; of work and books; of fashion and food; of friends, true friends, and fun; of fights, some never undone…
There were months of ‘Miss Yous’, of ‘Come Back Soon’.
There were months of unsent mails, of wishes in vain.
There were months of addition and deletion, of obsession and infatuation.
There were months of wine and movies, of GTalk and Facebook newbies.
There were months and months of life packed in, in just one year...
Emotions left and returned, the calendar repeatedly turned. The clock ticked on. Dusks changed to dawns. The sun rose and set beyond the freckled hills, and yet in my eyes time stood still…
I look at the date and it says 04-01-2009. And I wonder how…How life has moved on when my heart has remained as unchanged as time…
…Coz, it all seems like yesterday. Like a moment ago. I can still feel the happiness within me. The happiness that love brings with it…
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