Socha tha…

“Jab jab dard ka baadal chhaya
Jab gham ka saya lehraaya
Jab aansoo palkon tak aaya
Jab yeh tanha dil ghabraaya
Hum ne dil ko yeh samjhaya
Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai?” – Javed Akhtar

Socha tha zindagi ki girah main doondh loongi aasman apna kahin…
Socha tha aasmaan pe apna jahan basaungi kabhi…
Socha tha jahan ki saari khushiyan bhi samet lungi apne haathon mein…
Socha tha apne haathon se sajaungi fir apni duniya nai…
Socha tha uss duniya ki hassi ko bhikherungi sab taraf…

Fir jalta saara jahan aur ye aasmaan bhi meri kismat pe…
Main bhi khilkhilaati zara sa, zara si muskurati unn par…
Chhedti zara sa , zara si mein itraati…
Kehti ki jao, na lagao nazar meri udaan par…

Failaye the maine parr apne, choone har oonchayi ko…
Khojne the woh raaz, jo chupe hain jahan ki galiyon mein…
Doondne the woh moti, jo dabe hain samandar ki gehrayion mein…
Churani thi saari roshni mujhe sooraj se, khud chamakne ke liye…
Chamakna tha chand ki jagah, dikhane andhere mein raasta…
Chehakna tha, chadh ke har daali har ped ki jungalon mein…
Chadhna tha, har pahaad ki choti pe bhaag kar…
Aur chillana tha, ki dekho kya paya tumne meri tarah kuch bhi ab tak…

Socha tha goonjegi meri awaaz vadiyon mein…
Socha tha bahoongi har choti se nadi bankar…
Socha tha napoongi har ek raasta iss zamin ki…
Socha tha tairungi hawa main baadal bankar…
Socha tha har rang ko tod leti indradhanush ki kalai se…
Socha tha kuch aur hi honge nazaare zindagi ke…

Increase Motivation

“Feet, why do I need them if I have wings to fly?” 🙂

Confidence of Self-Power

Women of today amazes in every field with her absolute confidence in her knowledge, thoughts , words, action and herself. The confidence of power to change the society. Women are into multitasking almost their whole life – taking care of the house, groceries, meals, clothes, kids, their school and moral upbringing, and then keeping pace with the outside world. The roles she play everyday being a mother, a wife, a daughter, a sister, a guide, a philosopher, is to the perfection.
She has always proved her to be a person of substance in every aspect of life. She is surrounded by almost all kinds of discriminations and evils like female feoticide, dowry, mental, physical and sexual assaults, deprivation of her right to education, and many more but she has come out a winner with flying colors.
I am a women and it gives me utmost pride to be one. I am winner when my daughter says I am the best mom in the world. When my parents don’t take any decision without asking me even though I no more live with them. My husband flaunts my food amoung his couleagues and friends. My brother wants his wife to be just like me. My peers look up to me coz I am awarded the best employee. I am a successful doctor, a pilot, a politician, an actor, a lawyer, an enterprenuer, a CEO, a scientist, an astronaut, a socialist, n IAS, an IPS… I, am a Woman!! 🙂

With context to my write up above, I would like to share something I came accross recently.

Why Women are special ..

Husband & Wife were watching TV when Wife said, “I’m tired, and it’s getting late. I think I’ll go to bed.”She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day’s lunches.Rinsed out the bowls, took vegetable out of the freezer for morning, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons andbowls on the table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning.She then ironed a shirt and secured a loose button.She picked up the game pieces left onthe table, put the phone back on the charger and put the telephone book into the drawer.She emptied a waste basket and hung up a towel to dry.She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom.She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher and pulled a text book out from hiding under the chair.She signed a birthday card for a friend, Addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the grocery store.She put both near her bag. Then she washed her face, put on her moisturizer, brushed her teeth…..Husband called out,”I thought you were going to bed.””I’m on my way,” she said.She put some water into the dog’s dish, then made sure the doors were locked.She looked in on each of the kids and turned out their bedside lamps and radios, and had a brief conversation with one kid who is still up doing homework.In her own room, she set the alarm; laid out clothing for the next day.Said her prayers, and visualized the accomplishment of her goals. about that time,Husband turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular.”I’m going to bed.”And he did… without another thought.Anything Extraordinary Here?

Attaching a link of a recent interview of an amazing politician Mrs. Smriti Irani in Seedhi Baat, Aaj Tak.
http://m.youtube.com/#/watch?v=8BjXdH6nRmU&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D8BjXdH6nRmU

Change or Evolution??

My sweet friend Rex and co-blogger had uploaded this thought and since then its dwindling in my mind. So to give myself some peace, I had to scribble it all down. I have been struggling through a question for quite some time now. With time, age and experience what have I grown into – “Mature or Cautious or Bitter”? Though I find little of all three in me, I could take an insight of it from a few who have known me long enough to comment on me.

But truly, this isn’t just about me. It’s about mostly all those people who are too transparent and true to both what they think and what they say. All those who have never been diplomatic or manipulative. There was a time when I felt I could trust everyone around me. But learnt best in life to give trust some time before you pass it on to someone.

I have experienced heart breaks from the people I had trusted the most. I could keep that count in my heart for life and regret it. But I decided to let it go cause it would hurt me and all the more those few people who stood by me through all thick n thins of life. I would rather cherish those few who make my life worth living than waste my emotions for those who wasted the precious thing I could have given, my love and trust.

But now I have learnt to set myself free.

We are set free from here and now, from ourselves, from the past!! ~ Helen D.

I have learnt that any relationship that are rushed into seldom stays unless you are that one out of hundreds lucky one. The fruit that gets enough time to ripen is the sweetest. The one thats injected into quick ripening always ends up sour towards the crust. I have learnt to let go off things so that there is room for something better that life has to offer. I have learnt to be silent. No, its not supposed to be a yes but its just that I am tired of explaining things to people who seldom try to understand me. I have learnt that sometimes some problems can only be solved by just keeping mum. I have learnt to thank all those who were not there when I needed them cause they made me do things on my own. I have learnt to learn from my mistakes but never to regret it cause thats what made me better. I have learnt to breath in the present and breath out the past.

Some might find me changed with time but I would like to call it evolution. An Evolution from Ignorance to Understanding and Knowledge of the Reality of co-existance with all kinds!!

Zindagi Abhi Baaki Hai… :-)

“There’s a story behind everything… But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story… Because hers is where yours begin!!” – Mitch Albom

You all must have watched this program aired lately about our own favourite cricketer Yuvraj Singh. But nopes, this is not about him. During his conversations, when he mentioned his mom as his absolute support, while he was fighting his battle to survival, I couldn’t help myself remembering a few people who happen to be in my life – some inspiring me and some still being my greatest support.

Being brought up outside your birthplace and a short yearly visits, keeps you away from knowing a lot of people far around you. I have been one of them. It was during my 12th boards that we had a visitor from Kerala, who was my dad’s cousin sister’s son. Though we had never met before, he became a part of our family and made a place in our hearts soon with his charm. He was an elder brother to me, that I always wished I had, and also my best friend. With all the most amazing degrees one could possess in Accounts and Finance, he was at his highest peaks of his dream career. But as the fate could strike, during one of his project visits in Chennai, he met with an accident. The hit and trauma were so severe that the doctors had to scrape off half his brain, which had been crushed beyond repair. He stayed in coma for a few months, and though he came out of it, he laid there just like a vegetable as he had lost most part of his brain. Though not strong enough to pick him up, there were two hands waiting to embrace him and hold him tight – his Mother. She knew, doctors had given her back a baby as they did years back when he was born. But she did not lose hope. She knew she could feed him, clean him and raise him again. Its been more than a decade now and she still believes ‘zindagi abhi baaki hai’ for him. She has raised him big enough again so that he communicates a bit and does a few things on his own.

I was attending one of my cousin sis-in-law’s party 5-6 yrs back. After dinner, as always, we all sat down having chit-chats, singing old hindi songs and lots of laughter. Amongst all the smiles was just another person, my sis-in-law’s aunt, whom all used to call chitti with love. She is vibrant, full of life and the most amazing, loving person. And with her introduction came to me a shocking reality of her fighting the deadliest, blood cancer. It was an absolute shock to me. Truth as it was, she had her cancer in the last stage. Doctors had held their hands up. There were times when she used to vomit all green. All had lost hopes and that’s exactly when she decided ‘zindagi abhi baaki hai’ cause she had two lil kids to look after. It took all her will power and her unconditional love for her children to fight back her condition. And here she is still pondering all her love till date and busy bringing up her children.

When I got married, I met many new people with amazing stories and a totally different lifestyle. It took me some time to know them and be comfortable with them. But there was one person who caught my heart instantly – my husband’s elder sister. She had been one of my greatest inspiration and my mentor in many ways. The best thing she taught me was to be calm and happy even when life is trying hard to be the toughest on you. She is blessed with two sons. Though she believes it’s a blessing, many wondered how. Her younger son was born with mental disability. Doctors said he would grow physically like a normal child but his brain would not. Everyone felt sorry for her and pitied her. Due to the fact that these children are not treated as normal, like other kids, most of the times they tend to live deprived of attention, love and care even in their own home. My daughter, though 7 yrs younger to him, used to treat him like a baby when she was just 3 yrs old. He was growing up but di had to look after him like a toddler. She used to pick him up and walk even when he was 12 yrs. She had to treat him and do things for him 10 yrs below his age. But again, di decided ‘zindagi abhi baaki hai’ and raised him up in such a way that even I am amazed sometimes. He is 17 now and he goes to school, plays football, watches his favourite TV shows, makes sure he gets what he likes and most importantly has become independent in most ways.

Mentioning all these amazing and great women I have come across in my life till now, there is one very important person I can’t miss to introduce at all.

This goes down to the early eighties in a small village in Kerala. She had just given birth to her son a couple of months back and could merely celebrate and cherish the new life in her arms, when she came to know that her 2 yr old daughter had an attack of polio which led to paralysis below hips. The news devastated her initially. Her daughter would not be able to walk another step or even sit on her own ever. Her husband had been recently posted on job to Iraq for 2 yrs. She was all alone for her kids. But she gathered all her strength and determination back together not losing any more time. She knew she could not let her daughter live a life of a vegetable for rest of her life. She decided to challenge her daughter’s fate and fight till she would succeed. When everyone around her said she was wasting her time and energy for nothing, she would carry her daughter, leaving behind her just born son at the mercy of her relatives, and walk miles to an Ayurvedic hospital. She believed her daughter could be on her feet. She believed her daughter would walk through her life again independently. She believed in her faith. She believed ‘zindagi abhi baaki hai’. This lady, my friends, is none other than my own mother. And here I stand today, in front of you, on my own feet and as independent as one could be. I owe my whole life to her.

Every mother, including me, is special cause we give birth to a life and raise them to our best. But there are few who devote every breath of their life to just make it best for their children. I am sure while reading this many must have thought of at least one person whom you could relate this with. Do share it with me cause knowing them would be a pleasure. 🙂

Challenge is synonym to Life…

I just can’t resist myself from starting it all by a simple but meaningful status of life…

Challenges are what make life interesting; overcoming them is what makes life meaningful ~ Joshua J. Marine

Life is a series of challenges – mental, emotional, physical, and lifestyle, and we all face it in some way or the other every day. But is that what the concern is? No. It is, how we deal with those life challenges determines how we experience life – as a struggle to survive or as an ongoing adventure in growth and fulfillment. Sometimes the challenges defeat us, and we suffer. Sometimes we are victorious, and from our experience, we learn and grow. Every challenge we face is like an energy or a quality, trying to be a part of our consciousness. It totally depends on us if we are able to understand it and incorporate it into our lives.

My life has been full of challenges from the time I didnt even know what life was. But with every hurdle that came across in the path of my life taught me so much to make me a bit more mature than yesterday. Problems was never a threat to me. I always took it as a contest which I might succeed to win. But failure was the one which always took me a step ahead in my life.

Have you ever played the bubble shooter game? I have to clear all the bubbles that is there on the screen as soon as possible. I start shooting the bubbles but I have to be fast as the bubbles are increasing every minute. As the bubbles increase the concentration level increases and I become faster because don’t want the game to be over so soon. This thrive to continue makes the game all the more interesting. But then I realize that I couldn’t match up with the pace of the game and have lost it. Hey, but no, I won’t take the failure. So I start the game again. This goes on and on till I reach levels up and up. But when I have reached the top and have completed all the levels what do I do now?

Thats exactly what life is all about. The challenges and the failures that we come across everyday is what makes our life meaningful. Life has to be demanding every time because we have to live not exist. We have to claim our lives we deserve. Life is not what we get but what we make out of it. The darkness of dawn and dusk might be same. But if we look deeper, its the light, which comes out later, that makes the dawn beautiful than dusk. It is we who has to look deeper into the the challenges and find out the light of life in it.

Every challenge brings out the best in us making us all the more capable and worthy of living. Surprisingly, all life challenges have a direct relationship in defining our purpose in life. If only we could find assurance that there was a plan or reason for the difficulties we face. It only enables us to see ourselves at our best and our worst!!!!

Life has to be lived to its fullest not being critical about what is or not there. The aspiration and direction is more important. So I would conclude with a very interesting line that I had lately read somewhere:

“The Purpose of Life is Life full of Purposes….”