Draw a crazy picture
Write a nutty poem
Sing a mumble-gumble song
Whistle through your comb
Do a loony-goony dance
'Cross the kitchen floor
Put something silly in the world
That ain't been there before.~ Shel Silverstien
Friday, November 11, 2005
Creativity
Thursday, August 11, 2005
My Favorites
watching the candle burn…
the ‘cutting’ chai at a road side stall on an early morning…
an unexpected phone call from a friend saying she misses me…
a plate of hot steaming “chole” at marine lines…
a tight hug from my darling niece…
holding hands with him…
a good night’s sleep besides by my grandma…
a jagjit singh gazal…
the pitter-patter of raindrops…
the morning dew…
the splash of colours at sunset
late night talks on the phone with a close friend…
writing down my favorite things in life in a candlelight…
talking, laughing, having fun…
walking through the woods…
listening to music, anytime, anywhere…
gazing out of a train window…
cooking a surprise meal for ma…
watching the last of raindrops fall from the leaves after the rain stops…
the “kala-katha” ice gola in summer…
the pickles in winters…
the mornings when I move around with a dance in my steps…
“friends” on Zee English…
a cute puppy…
licking off the tip of an ice-cream…
window-shopping with no money in pockets…
a heart-to-heart talk with ma…
a good pillow fight with didi…
hearing about our childhood from parents…
getting nostalgic about the good-old college days…
a ride with him on the bike…
a spicy pani-puri, followed by a sadha puri…
sleeping on my ma’s lap, and feeling her fingers move through my hair…
a plant nursery…
the view from a mountain top after a treacherous climb…
a family get-together at a function…
satin ribbons…
sitting quietly in a temple, watching people pray…
the smell of new stationary…
éclairs…
a full-moon night…
a quick afternoon nap…
a dinner with close family friends…
a strong filter coffee…
steaming dal-rice served by ma…
sunflowers…
a slow train...
a five star Cadbury…
“Tom & Jerry” on cartoon network…
a heavy breakfast…
amazing wallpapers for my computer…
cooking up fairy tales and stories of Krishna for my niece…
watching her frightened face as the demon arrives…
watering the garden early morning…
a peacock’s feather…
a home-made sandwich with a tasty ”pudina” chutney…
a rosebud in the garden…
dancing in the rain…
a late night action thriller…
a sudden, out-of-nowhere kiss from him, interrupting my nonstop chatter…
writing long, heartfelt letters to dear ones…
baby pink colour…
a good book…
my journal and my pen…
pot-painting…
a rainbow…
the smell of carbon as I blow off the candle…
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.
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life…
the ‘cutting’ chai at a road side stall on an early morning…
an unexpected phone call from a friend saying she misses me…
a plate of hot steaming “chole” at marine lines…
a tight hug from my darling niece…
holding hands with him…
a good night’s sleep besides by my grandma…
a jagjit singh gazal…
the pitter-patter of raindrops…
the morning dew…
the splash of colours at sunset
late night talks on the phone with a close friend…
writing down my favorite things in life in a candlelight…
talking, laughing, having fun…
walking through the woods…
listening to music, anytime, anywhere…
gazing out of a train window…
cooking a surprise meal for ma…
watching the last of raindrops fall from the leaves after the rain stops…
the “kala-katha” ice gola in summer…
the pickles in winters…
the mornings when I move around with a dance in my steps…
“friends” on Zee English…
a cute puppy…
licking off the tip of an ice-cream…
window-shopping with no money in pockets…
a heart-to-heart talk with ma…
a good pillow fight with didi…
hearing about our childhood from parents…
getting nostalgic about the good-old college days…
a ride with him on the bike…
a spicy pani-puri, followed by a sadha puri…
sleeping on my ma’s lap, and feeling her fingers move through my hair…
a plant nursery…
the view from a mountain top after a treacherous climb…
a family get-together at a function…
satin ribbons…
sitting quietly in a temple, watching people pray…
the smell of new stationary…
éclairs…
a full-moon night…
a quick afternoon nap…
a dinner with close family friends…
a strong filter coffee…
steaming dal-rice served by ma…
sunflowers…
a slow train...
a five star Cadbury…
“Tom & Jerry” on cartoon network…
a heavy breakfast…
amazing wallpapers for my computer…
cooking up fairy tales and stories of Krishna for my niece…
watching her frightened face as the demon arrives…
watering the garden early morning…
a peacock’s feather…
a home-made sandwich with a tasty ”pudina” chutney…
a rosebud in the garden…
dancing in the rain…
a late night action thriller…
a sudden, out-of-nowhere kiss from him, interrupting my nonstop chatter…
writing long, heartfelt letters to dear ones…
baby pink colour…
a good book…
my journal and my pen…
pot-painting…
a rainbow…
the smell of carbon as I blow off the candle…
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.
.
life…
Friday, July 01, 2005
Natural Healing
I write this sitting amongst the most scenic surroundings I ever witnessed. Everything around me is so calm and beautiful. I am settled comfortably in the verandah of my new home on the outskirts of the city. It is not just this morning but also many others that I can’t seem to let go of these solitude moments. No, I’m not thinking about where my next paycheck will come from or not even of my to-buy list. Its not that Bill Gates has adopted me, but I believe that every worry has its time and such peaceful moments are certainly not one of those. This is the time to see the puppies play with a piece of cloth, to watch the sky colours and the patterns of the clouds, to spoil the feet in the soil below and walk barefoot in the green grass. The butterflies hovering over the flowers are a pleasant site, just as beautiful as the sparrows hurrying around at the start of the day.
Life is certainly beautiful, God.
Truly said, beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. If I had rushed out of the house to catch some fast local train or a bus, worrying about the day ahead, I would have never noticed such calmness around me. Even though I do rush for the bus many a time, I stop in my tracks to appreciate the butterflies or the tender grass on the sideways. At that moment, I really do not care about losing my regular traffic. I know I have to give justice to the beauty that unfolds itself in front of my eyes. Then with a small smile at the corner of my lips and a song to match, I make my way ahead.
These moments energize a person to an extent that no fitness program can. This is the actual “natural healing”. And yes, Dr. God does not charge any session fees either.
Wanna take this “everlasting” offer?
Life is certainly beautiful, God.
Truly said, beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. If I had rushed out of the house to catch some fast local train or a bus, worrying about the day ahead, I would have never noticed such calmness around me. Even though I do rush for the bus many a time, I stop in my tracks to appreciate the butterflies or the tender grass on the sideways. At that moment, I really do not care about losing my regular traffic. I know I have to give justice to the beauty that unfolds itself in front of my eyes. Then with a small smile at the corner of my lips and a song to match, I make my way ahead.
These moments energize a person to an extent that no fitness program can. This is the actual “natural healing”. And yes, Dr. God does not charge any session fees either.
Wanna take this “everlasting” offer?
Fly Away...
“They say life is a cobweb and not an organization chart. Wish it were so. Wish the calculations of life were simpler and the results more predictable…”
These thoughts crossed my mind as I bid goodbye to a close friend of mine. A person on way to her divorce. Third case that I knew amongst my friends.
She has been married for the past 4 years, and has a kid. From day one of her marriage, she witnessed an odd behavioral pattern of her husband. She has succumbed to his physical violence, mental harassments, all in the hope that things would work out well some day or other.
Almost similar are the cases of the other two of my friends. All three of them have now decided to break out of these barricades of relationships that have broken them down. They have decided to live life fully, new with the fresh breath of freedom that it would bring along with. Whatever happened till now in each of their lives has caused them enough pain. There have been times with my male friend & one of the female friends to succumb to the pressures & attempt suicide. But they have somehow survived out of it till now, and as I believe, for a reason.
Earlier, as I came close to each of these individuals, I was taken aback at the fragility of a relationship. I wondered as what it took for a marriage survive. One day as I talked it over to another close friend of mine he commented that it was plain understanding that one needed. One need not carry on with a relation that was proving to be unhealthy to the individual. A relation should not pose as suffocation; it rather should give you the support and energy that one requires while traveling from the downs of life.
In cases when the patience and energy of a person does not prove sufficient to work up on the relationship, one should just let it go – for the betterment of self and the other person.
All these friends of mine had expressed similar views over their divorces – they felt they were given a chance to enjoy life anew, freshly, without any chains of dead relations to hold them down.
Change is inevitable, even in relationships. Hence one needs a maturity to understand the changes that are happening with the other person and adapt to them or rather be in pace with them.
Life is quite simple, it should be kept that way, he added. I mused over it, and concluded that it is rather foolish of us to expect our lives to remain, as they were, picturesque. Were it to be so, it would be an actual organization chart and not a roller coaster ride, with its highs & lows.
From the depths of my heart I wish my friends the best that life has to offer them. The tunnel of darkness has proved to be quite long for them; I wish them a bright & a sunny opening…
These thoughts crossed my mind as I bid goodbye to a close friend of mine. A person on way to her divorce. Third case that I knew amongst my friends.
She has been married for the past 4 years, and has a kid. From day one of her marriage, she witnessed an odd behavioral pattern of her husband. She has succumbed to his physical violence, mental harassments, all in the hope that things would work out well some day or other.
Almost similar are the cases of the other two of my friends. All three of them have now decided to break out of these barricades of relationships that have broken them down. They have decided to live life fully, new with the fresh breath of freedom that it would bring along with. Whatever happened till now in each of their lives has caused them enough pain. There have been times with my male friend & one of the female friends to succumb to the pressures & attempt suicide. But they have somehow survived out of it till now, and as I believe, for a reason.
Earlier, as I came close to each of these individuals, I was taken aback at the fragility of a relationship. I wondered as what it took for a marriage survive. One day as I talked it over to another close friend of mine he commented that it was plain understanding that one needed. One need not carry on with a relation that was proving to be unhealthy to the individual. A relation should not pose as suffocation; it rather should give you the support and energy that one requires while traveling from the downs of life.
In cases when the patience and energy of a person does not prove sufficient to work up on the relationship, one should just let it go – for the betterment of self and the other person.
All these friends of mine had expressed similar views over their divorces – they felt they were given a chance to enjoy life anew, freshly, without any chains of dead relations to hold them down.
Change is inevitable, even in relationships. Hence one needs a maturity to understand the changes that are happening with the other person and adapt to them or rather be in pace with them.
Life is quite simple, it should be kept that way, he added. I mused over it, and concluded that it is rather foolish of us to expect our lives to remain, as they were, picturesque. Were it to be so, it would be an actual organization chart and not a roller coaster ride, with its highs & lows.
From the depths of my heart I wish my friends the best that life has to offer them. The tunnel of darkness has proved to be quite long for them; I wish them a bright & a sunny opening…
Oh those times...
Was going through a real terrible patch in my life for the past four months or so. Was mostly in glum moods, tensed up by my problems. It was worsened by the fact that I could not share these with friends. Being an ever-smiling person always has its disadvantages. People just forget that you might have your blues too. Just two of my close friends knew what the problems were.
Anyways, in those days, a friend of mine suggested that I write down all my anxieties and fears that engulfed my mind. My writings had that “feel-good” factor, thought she. I should learn to face the bad times with my head up and write down in those times too, she added. I retorted back saying that it was not that I ran away from problems. I was just lazy enough not to work on them.
Most of the times when I am faced with a grim situation, I just keep it the way it is. Maybe it is my belief that tings work out, no matter what. Every problem has the seeds of a solution in it. Sounds stupid, I know. But trust me, it does not make sense to go on a world improvement crusade just like that. I mean, agreed, I work on it if it causes extreme pain or ache to self or someone close, but not beyond that. Maybe, it is my deeply ingrained belief that whatever happens, happens for a reason.
Anyways, I did take her advice seriously, and decided to jot down my thoughts, just for the sake that it might bring some pattern or direction to my thinking. But then, me being me, was so lazy even to grab a pen, that the time just slipped out of my hands. It has been this way numerous times. I have clouds of thoughts rolling around those grey cells in my head, but was sheer lazy to note them down.
Anyways, I am now doing perfectly fine (as always).
Anyways, in those days, a friend of mine suggested that I write down all my anxieties and fears that engulfed my mind. My writings had that “feel-good” factor, thought she. I should learn to face the bad times with my head up and write down in those times too, she added. I retorted back saying that it was not that I ran away from problems. I was just lazy enough not to work on them.
Most of the times when I am faced with a grim situation, I just keep it the way it is. Maybe it is my belief that tings work out, no matter what. Every problem has the seeds of a solution in it. Sounds stupid, I know. But trust me, it does not make sense to go on a world improvement crusade just like that. I mean, agreed, I work on it if it causes extreme pain or ache to self or someone close, but not beyond that. Maybe, it is my deeply ingrained belief that whatever happens, happens for a reason.
Anyways, I did take her advice seriously, and decided to jot down my thoughts, just for the sake that it might bring some pattern or direction to my thinking. But then, me being me, was so lazy even to grab a pen, that the time just slipped out of my hands. It has been this way numerous times. I have clouds of thoughts rolling around those grey cells in my head, but was sheer lazy to note them down.
Anyways, I am now doing perfectly fine (as always).
A thought…
How easy it is for a person to enter your life...and just how difficult to leave....
A really close friend of mine recently proposed his love to me. I declined it simply because I did not feel the same towards him. We are real close friends, he is an amazing person, the complete "perfect-bachelor-boy-package" -understanding, humorous, charming, from a well-to-do-family, good looks, et al.
I DID think twice before replying and it occurred to me that the four-letter word meant a lot. I couldn't force myself to complete the picture of a perfect lovey-dovey couple . . . try as I might.
At the same time, I am witnessing my two close friends getting separated from their respective life-partners. It is a hard time for both of my friends. Out of those two friends, the female friend of mine was talking to me about signing the divorce papers. I pondered over it for the rest of the evening...
a "yes" and a sign over a paper.
"in" and "out"
is life really this simple???
A really close friend of mine recently proposed his love to me. I declined it simply because I did not feel the same towards him. We are real close friends, he is an amazing person, the complete "perfect-bachelor-boy-package" -understanding, humorous, charming, from a well-to-do-family, good looks, et al.
I DID think twice before replying and it occurred to me that the four-letter word meant a lot. I couldn't force myself to complete the picture of a perfect lovey-dovey couple . . . try as I might.
At the same time, I am witnessing my two close friends getting separated from their respective life-partners. It is a hard time for both of my friends. Out of those two friends, the female friend of mine was talking to me about signing the divorce papers. I pondered over it for the rest of the evening...
a "yes" and a sign over a paper.
"in" and "out"
is life really this simple???
Friday, June 10, 2005
Whatever Happens ...
Feeling terrible today. The world doesn't seem a brighter place when watched from the deepest of your blues, I realize this today. Missing all those people whom I lost in my life on way till now. Just thinking about them makes me wonder what life would have been had they been still with me. My dad, for example. Would I be in this field of advertising, be able to carry on this frequent change of jobs, and now enter the fields of acting in theatre and modeling? Would I be able to leave home early and come back as late as 11 in the night? There would be several changes...life would just be totally different. That makes me realize that life takes its own course just like a smooth stream running down the brooks. You cannot turn it to any random direction you want just by placing a few stones in its path. My favorite adage proves right again: "Whatever happens, happens for a reason". But then, this realization comes a tad late for a person who's suffering the bad patch.
I once read a story about a man who went through the worst day of his life just to realize that all that happened to him was meant for his own better sake. On way to a holiday resort with his wife, his car crashed down in the middle of nowhere, witnessed an avalanche just a few miles ahead...everything that was indicative of a "bad-journey-day" happened to him.
He felt depressed and cursed God for not letting him enjoy the little pleasures of life like enjoying a vacation with his wife. Later, as he reached the resort, he learnt that it had been burnt down by a wild fire from the forest that engulfed it. He was told that he was indeed lucky to have reached there so late...he was saved from losing his and wife's lives in the fire. For a moment, he stood there stunned, not knowing what to say.
He realized in a flash that "Whatever Happened, Happened For A Reason".
It was just only when he was out of the bad patch, that he realized the importance of those events in his. Every event, good or bad is there in your life for a reason.
I guess, all those "bad spots" in my life too have a strong role to play...a fact that the i should keep in my mind no matter how scary the darkness of the "tunnels"...
I once read a story about a man who went through the worst day of his life just to realize that all that happened to him was meant for his own better sake. On way to a holiday resort with his wife, his car crashed down in the middle of nowhere, witnessed an avalanche just a few miles ahead...everything that was indicative of a "bad-journey-day" happened to him.
He felt depressed and cursed God for not letting him enjoy the little pleasures of life like enjoying a vacation with his wife. Later, as he reached the resort, he learnt that it had been burnt down by a wild fire from the forest that engulfed it. He was told that he was indeed lucky to have reached there so late...he was saved from losing his and wife's lives in the fire. For a moment, he stood there stunned, not knowing what to say.
He realized in a flash that "Whatever Happened, Happened For A Reason".
It was just only when he was out of the bad patch, that he realized the importance of those events in his. Every event, good or bad is there in your life for a reason.
I guess, all those "bad spots" in my life too have a strong role to play...a fact that the i should keep in my mind no matter how scary the darkness of the "tunnels"...
Friday, February 11, 2005
The dark clouds
Was on the bike yesterday evening, riding home with my friend.
Was in a very depressed mood, mainly because of the week’s stress and body pain.
As the bike rode through the highway, I took a peek at the sky above to notice if there were any rainy clouds up there that I need to be beware of (so as to borrow my friend’s windcheater)
I noticed the full moon, shinning beautifully. Within a minute it got covered by those dark grey clouds.
It was fascinating to watch the moon play hide and seek through the clouds.
No sooner did it get uncovered did another cloud enveloped it.
As if it was the moon was striving to pull through one of its “grey nights”, literally…
Amusement apart, it is indeed some sight to watch the white glory shine through, as one makes his way to home…
Was in a very depressed mood, mainly because of the week’s stress and body pain.
As the bike rode through the highway, I took a peek at the sky above to notice if there were any rainy clouds up there that I need to be beware of (so as to borrow my friend’s windcheater)
I noticed the full moon, shinning beautifully. Within a minute it got covered by those dark grey clouds.
It was fascinating to watch the moon play hide and seek through the clouds.
No sooner did it get uncovered did another cloud enveloped it.
As if it was the moon was striving to pull through one of its “grey nights”, literally…
Amusement apart, it is indeed some sight to watch the white glory shine through, as one makes his way to home…
Saturday, February 05, 2005
The dream…The grind…
Take one:
I had been invited by a friend to write for his site. I merely forwarded my earlier stuff to him to edit and host. A few days later, one of my poems was published on site. He wrote back to me asking if I could write a review of a film or a book that I’ve come across. I am flabbergasted! This is the first time someone has ever “asked” me to write on something!
Take two:
I'm a member of a yahoo group called Creativegarh. I’ve posted a thought or two randomly on this group. They got me some really motivating reviews. The group members wrote to me asking about the terrible frequency of my writings. Just the other day, I was chatting with one of the prominent members of the groups, online the mentioned that another fellow of the group had been inspired to write poetry because of my articles. The person in topic was a real good poet, I knew. Hence, it was almost a shock to see that my ‘stuff’ could inspire anybody…
Take three:
I take a longing look at all those mails stocked in a folder in my mailbox.
Take four:
I call up my close friend to congratulate her on her planned wedding. As we discuss lives, she comments that I’ve shaped up my life well. I’ve achieved what I always wanted.
Take five:
In just nine months after I join the company, I get the achievement award for the best sales woman of the year by the company president.
Take six:
I keep promising friends and friends for a couple of months of giving them time. All those coffee outings, weekend plans, movies, eating out, attending weddings . . . are all on calendar, of the last few months. Everybody is royally ditched by me, every time.
Take seven:
This month is gonna be really, really busy one for me as I work from morning 9 to evening 7.
Take eight:
My boyfriend shuns me for not returning his calls on time. All personal calls are not attended to in my office hours by me, unless urgent. I keep promising of calling back friends, which I never do. My social life is in dumps.
Take nine:
Today morning I heard this beautiful song called “Chhoti si aasha” from a film called “Roja” while traveling. I’m reminded of my small dream of owning a small house in Konkan with fields and palm tress around, a small garden outside, two dogs, one cat, a good music systems, well stocked books, French windows with long flying curtains, earthen pots, a warm sunshine…
Take ten:
I realize that I’ve not been doing justice to my dreams passions, my soul. Solely dedicated to career, and enjoying it too, has brought my personal life to a grind of sorts.
I need to look around to breathe. I guess I have not been giving myself the pause on my way to observe the green grass.
I apologize to myself.
Friends are gonna get all those pending calls.
Zee English, Monday nights on Star World, late night movies on Star Movies and HBO…here I come, armed with the popcorn.
Mom, you are gonna hate me for those late night, long phone calls, once again.
My boyfriend better be prepared to see me acting like nuts on the road, and love me for it.
My PC keyboard would now sound like Adnan Sami’s piano keyboard.
Next Sunday is a date with mom for a Marathi play and a dinner out.
Better go and join that amazing book library near Thane station, it has a good collection of novels.
...
Time to change the wallpaper and the cell’s ring tone too.
I had been invited by a friend to write for his site. I merely forwarded my earlier stuff to him to edit and host. A few days later, one of my poems was published on site. He wrote back to me asking if I could write a review of a film or a book that I’ve come across. I am flabbergasted! This is the first time someone has ever “asked” me to write on something!
Take two:
I'm a member of a yahoo group called Creativegarh. I’ve posted a thought or two randomly on this group. They got me some really motivating reviews. The group members wrote to me asking about the terrible frequency of my writings. Just the other day, I was chatting with one of the prominent members of the groups, online the mentioned that another fellow of the group had been inspired to write poetry because of my articles. The person in topic was a real good poet, I knew. Hence, it was almost a shock to see that my ‘stuff’ could inspire anybody…
Take three:
I take a longing look at all those mails stocked in a folder in my mailbox.
Take four:
I call up my close friend to congratulate her on her planned wedding. As we discuss lives, she comments that I’ve shaped up my life well. I’ve achieved what I always wanted.
Take five:
In just nine months after I join the company, I get the achievement award for the best sales woman of the year by the company president.
Take six:
I keep promising friends and friends for a couple of months of giving them time. All those coffee outings, weekend plans, movies, eating out, attending weddings . . . are all on calendar, of the last few months. Everybody is royally ditched by me, every time.
Take seven:
This month is gonna be really, really busy one for me as I work from morning 9 to evening 7.
Take eight:
My boyfriend shuns me for not returning his calls on time. All personal calls are not attended to in my office hours by me, unless urgent. I keep promising of calling back friends, which I never do. My social life is in dumps.
Take nine:
Today morning I heard this beautiful song called “Chhoti si aasha” from a film called “Roja” while traveling. I’m reminded of my small dream of owning a small house in Konkan with fields and palm tress around, a small garden outside, two dogs, one cat, a good music systems, well stocked books, French windows with long flying curtains, earthen pots, a warm sunshine…
Take ten:
I realize that I’ve not been doing justice to my dreams passions, my soul. Solely dedicated to career, and enjoying it too, has brought my personal life to a grind of sorts.
I need to look around to breathe. I guess I have not been giving myself the pause on my way to observe the green grass.
I apologize to myself.
Friends are gonna get all those pending calls.
Zee English, Monday nights on Star World, late night movies on Star Movies and HBO…here I come, armed with the popcorn.
Mom, you are gonna hate me for those late night, long phone calls, once again.
My boyfriend better be prepared to see me acting like nuts on the road, and love me for it.
My PC keyboard would now sound like Adnan Sami’s piano keyboard.
Next Sunday is a date with mom for a Marathi play and a dinner out.
Better go and join that amazing book library near Thane station, it has a good collection of novels.
...
Time to change the wallpaper and the cell’s ring tone too.
Solitaire
It was a full moon night.
The moon looked quite solemn but beautiful.
During my late evening walk; I couldn’t resist the temptation of looking at the sky after every other minute. Somehow, somewhere I felt a tinge of loneliness lingering in my heart, even though I had my near and dear ones around me that evening. Slowly, without me noticing it, a small teardrop made its way over my cheek. It was a moment of mixed feelings. In the deepest of my heart I was grieving all that I had lost in my life. At the same time I knew life was much more beautiful than I could ever appreciate.
The moon was all alone in the sky with no stars shinning along with. Still its loneliness looked beautiful and mind grasping to me. I realized the beauty in solitude and no longer felt the tinge of grief. I could feel myself reaching for my inner self and it was one of the most peaceful moments of my life.
It was a full moon night…and the moon continued to shine brightly.
The moon looked quite solemn but beautiful.
During my late evening walk; I couldn’t resist the temptation of looking at the sky after every other minute. Somehow, somewhere I felt a tinge of loneliness lingering in my heart, even though I had my near and dear ones around me that evening. Slowly, without me noticing it, a small teardrop made its way over my cheek. It was a moment of mixed feelings. In the deepest of my heart I was grieving all that I had lost in my life. At the same time I knew life was much more beautiful than I could ever appreciate.
The moon was all alone in the sky with no stars shinning along with. Still its loneliness looked beautiful and mind grasping to me. I realized the beauty in solitude and no longer felt the tinge of grief. I could feel myself reaching for my inner self and it was one of the most peaceful moments of my life.
It was a full moon night…and the moon continued to shine brightly.
All Aimed At
In my early teenage years, I never gave a serious thought about my ambition in life. But now that I’m in my early 20s, the most critical deciding point of my life, I find myself charting out plans for my future life. Many a times, I stop mid-track in my thoughts and wish I had more than one chance at life.
Maybe it is the passion to live life to its fullest that makes me want to achieve so many goals in a short span. I want to be in so many places at the same time. To come to think of it, I would rather be a vet or a zoological researcher working in the wild jungles (thanks to Discovery channel), or an astronomer observing the planets, comets, galaxy, the black hole- the unknown forces and their effects on earth; or maybe a doctor working around the clock under tension saving lives and hearing the first cries of life. Then again I have a strong wish to be an advocate- the devil in the black coat who builds strategies to save or kill, and succeeds by a mere play of words; or a great singer who warms the hearts of many by her melodious voice; or a CID officer working up on all those murder mysteries- with warm wishes from Mr. Sherlock Holmes; or I want to be a… Well, the list could be endless. Gosh, how’s all that possible in one short life?
I see a cat now and I go green with envy!
Well, I know I cannot assure that I get human life again. So in this sweet little gift of life that I now have, I know that I have to be at my best…to be the one that I have the capability and the skill for- a copywriter.
I owe you a big thank you God, for giving me this precious chance.
Maybe it is the passion to live life to its fullest that makes me want to achieve so many goals in a short span. I want to be in so many places at the same time. To come to think of it, I would rather be a vet or a zoological researcher working in the wild jungles (thanks to Discovery channel), or an astronomer observing the planets, comets, galaxy, the black hole- the unknown forces and their effects on earth; or maybe a doctor working around the clock under tension saving lives and hearing the first cries of life. Then again I have a strong wish to be an advocate- the devil in the black coat who builds strategies to save or kill, and succeeds by a mere play of words; or a great singer who warms the hearts of many by her melodious voice; or a CID officer working up on all those murder mysteries- with warm wishes from Mr. Sherlock Holmes; or I want to be a… Well, the list could be endless. Gosh, how’s all that possible in one short life?
I see a cat now and I go green with envy!
Well, I know I cannot assure that I get human life again. So in this sweet little gift of life that I now have, I know that I have to be at my best…to be the one that I have the capability and the skill for- a copywriter.
I owe you a big thank you God, for giving me this precious chance.
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