The Journey ..........

The Journey ..........
Just as everything that glitters is not gold, all those who wander are not lost

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Realization

There are no mistakes in life; only lessons. Lessons to learn from. Lessons to draw strength from. And to draw wisdom.

Anger and resentment corrode the heart that harbours them. Why then should I cling to them? It is time to let go and move on.

Words hurt the most. They singe the heart and bruise the soul. Hence, I must always use my words carefully and thoughtfully.


Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Reflections

I am human. I am imperfect. Hence, I have no right to seek perfection in others. At the best, I can strive for achieving perfection for self and try to come as close to it as I can.

Hurt is best handled by forgiving and forgetting. Forgiving is easier. Forgetting takes some time. I have realized that if I find it difficult to forget, it means that I have not forgiven completely and still have a wedge stuck in my heart. Hence, if I want to be at peace with myself, I must go back and un - wedge myself.    

Expectations are the harbingers of pain. The day I free others from matching my expectations, I shall be at peace and happy. I know I shall also make others happy.  


Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Happy Holidays






Holidays are refreshing.
Holidays are rejuvenating.
Holidays are cathartic.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Tere utaare hue din....

The class of Gulzar Sahib!


My Moon


My moon stands up there in the sky showering its balmy silvery rays.
Dark clouds occasionally envelope it but my moon remains the same – eternal, ethereal, magical and pure!
My moon stands up there in the sky showering its balmy silvery rays..................

Sunday, May 29, 2011

I Fail


Just like the glowing embers of a fire lit by a lonely Bedouin in the night at a desert, just like the sparkle of countless luminous stars that help navigate a gypsy wandering in the wild, just like the soothing warmth of a bon fire besides a babbling brook in a cold wintery night, just like the blissful laughter of a toddler amazed at the beauty of it’s mother, just like the gentle breeze blowing on a sultry night as the weary traveler gazes the stars above, just like the aroma of the parched earth kissed by the rains, just like the gentle murmur of the river as it meanders its way down from the misty mountains to the thirsty plains, just like the enchanting beauty of the pink azaleas in a humble country home, just like the mesmerizing shimmering moon on the silvery waters of a river even as the boatman hums a song of  love and separation…..………your eyes are all that and more to me!  

I know, I so miserably fail when I try arresting the maddening beauty of your eyes in my words. And for once the failure pleases me!

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Dreams and Aspirations

A few days back my dear wife wrote this for me -

I believe in what I read a few days ago – it’s all in the state of mind – sometimes you see a plain glass, sometimes you see myriad hues of the rainbow through the plain glass ! Sometimes you are so content enjoying the aroma of the tea, the lazy afternoons and the running around of the kids in the house but sometimes the same tranquility makes you restless – it makes you want to do something more, may be achieve a little more, maybe you want to make your life a little bit more meaningful !

As a young girl and later as a wife and then as a mother, I was often more than content being the “lynchpin” (as my husband would affectionately address me). Today, I am not content in the same way.

I have my own set of dreams and aspirations. He has his own. Yes, we are supposed to blend these dreams but surely not impose them on each other! It could have been the other way round too. Maybe, I wanted to make it big but because I was willing to sacrifice my career for him, I wanted him to take charge of my ambitions. He had always wanted to write and so I dreamt of him in the league of famous writers. Over the years, I coaxed him, cajoled him, motivated him to write but then he never really wrote. He didn’t write because he was just not passionate about it. It was a dream which was not his own. It was a desire that had been imposed on him! I would feel bad that he was not trying but today the realization dawned on me that that you should follow own dreams.

Today, I promise myself that I will take charge…..that I will not let any opportunity pass, so that as an old lady when I look out of the window and say to myself – I could have been!

(Earlier, i had been fighting a few of my demons. Today, I am fighting a few more! Sigh!)