Surprising or simply called "giving a sudden appearance",but its sure I want my blog to come alive:)
I opened my web page with the hope of writing something but I have surely not decided what I'll write?!
At times you close your eyes to just think(the think can certainly be anything)but you prolong it more and at one point you can feel the tears in your cheeks.I bet most of us would have felt it, even if not the tears at least the bliss of thinking unbound.My very recent experience was very beautiful.Even before I go on with the experience there are few things I'd pen down.
Have you ever experienced this feeling you close your eyes to sleep and you find it real hard to sleep,your mind races with thoughts, but dont confuse that with the feeling I am talking about.
And it is surely not closing of your eyes in deep meditation or prayer.This one is different ,very different yet it has classical effect of wiping those tears all by itself.
There is something lovely about children their laughter and tears are so true that you just wish you get back to that little sweet life:)Know whats the secret their sensory organs reciprocate their heart,but things change so much as we grow that we need close our eyes and feel that bliss:)
At times you like some one very close to your heart you don't want to hurt them but you find at the end of the day that there is something that is still not scored correct.So what I felt was an extension of this feeling I closed my eyes hard as I was sitting alone in the living room for say around a minute the mind was surely loitering.And then it stopped and in few seconds tears started rolling down my eyes.It is very hard to understand few things. The darkness is not frightening you, instead its a solace. For those few moments your mind races through a lot of photographs and your heart speaks simple language. And at the end of it all you know it was worth the darkness. Its like a beautiful music,, mostly sad though but soulfully rendered. I know this would have always happened to all of us but with time we just run so fast and so fast that we forget it is not that we are fast it is just that we have missed the luxury of enjoying few simple things that would have made is more happy.
I know its a confusing blog but probably one of the best feelings that you and me are bestowed with. So when there's trouble,when you are sad,when there's happiness, any time any where close your eyes and just feel it all...and in those moments I bet you could ask the most difficult sorry, pay the most beautiful love, simply thank the most wonderful people to you and the Magic is surely there. The unsaid words just travel miles to see you in joy again:)
Signing off
Princess Diaries
Monday, October 26, 2009
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Happy B'Day blog:)years to go before we stop.....................
Yippee its happy birthday, a time to treat myself with cakes and ice creams again:)
I don't know I thought my blog is dieing. Oh my God is it time to blame, or myself? Whatever it is it cannot die, after all its my blog and I love it:) Today is my blog's B'Day. I would wish myself "A VERY HAPPY B'DAY".......And to be honest, I didn't remember that this was the first day my first post went on blog. After aeon's I opened my blog and when I saw it’s my Blog's Bday I was more than Happy..........this is called coincidence that brings bliss. Okay on its b'day I know there should be something special.How about a black forest cake?!?!my mouth is already watering. Now before I write a new post, there are two people who helped me create this blog, how about telling them a special thanks?!This one I can do right away:)
Okie the first one Hasini's fan(Mr.Kanjoos).........I know if I appreciate you,you'll sit right on my head,but can't help.I know lots of people knew I can write, but this blog was your idea.All praises for this blog goes to me and for everyone who hated my blog pass it to him because he caused the trouble(How's that?!?!?!)...............don't get offended I have good things too. I don't know if anyone enjoyed but I enjoy every bit of my writing, every little bit that I write.THANKS for all the happiness you were responsible for:)
Second MSR my critic.He'll patiently read all the crap I write and give suggestions.Without him the little english I write is no where.This thanks is right from my heart MSR.........
Now for the rest of the world, Thanks for this special Happy B'day that is not possible without your comments and appreciations.THANKS A LOT:)
My new post……..Humanity is child's play?!?!what say?
As a writer I know I can score just an average….as a student I can score a little above average….as a singer am actually a little below average………..but before all this how am I as a human????????
Don’t know! Am I just cells added together to form a life or life formed out of the feeling of existence………Human? I still doubt
I say I am excellent as a human…………Oh then comes the sigh?!?! No I am not too good to be appreciated like hell………….then what am I average above average or just a normal human, very difficult to answer. Just like intimate relations this is an intimate question.We can keep asking this to ourselves if not others. Then what do I consider myself as where do I stand.
Two good incidents that took me to the seeds (seeds even in the literal meaning) of humanity, one my first true love and two the most charming girl I have ever seen. Without adding any more notes to the intro I will directly tell the incident.
The first one, a lovely train journey, I was enjoying the cool breeze standing a little close to the door, holding my hands to the metal holder. My phone rang, I picked up my phone with a bright voice and told “I am almost near, just one stop, Stay at your home”. My friend replied she was already out of home. I told her I was damn thirsty and I wanted water very badly, and persisted her to stay at home. There was a feeling of someone calling me from my back. I thought my dhuppta was flying and adjusted it and when I looked back I could see a small hand pulling my dress very lightly. Behind the small hand I could see the face of a billion dollar smiling little child. That was my first experience of love at first sight. The girl brought her hand containing a water bottle forward and said,”Akka(sister) take ths water". I was moved, moved to pieces. Amazing attitude, even I would not do that. The child’s face is still fresh on my heart’s camera. The child was not taught to act like a human, the child never thought what if the other person feels bad about my offer. The child just had one intention, when you have the resources to help someone why don’t you help.How do I call it? That was a single moment I felt I was on top of the earth. I don’t know why but I couldn’t stop telling the child a Thank you.The girl looked not very rich but her attitude just reminded she was richer than the richest in the world. I felt real blessed. I don’t know if it’s with the growth physically and mentally that we lose humanity or that humanity continues if we try being humans.I remember a very old song in tamil,
“Manithan enbavan theivam agiran” (Meaning: Man becomes God”). I would actually say all of us are God if we are first humans. The divinity comes on its own then. That girl might grow up, I might be 40 when she is just 20. Imagine if there is a situation I meet her and there is recurrence of the same incident and I bet she will be the same. So attitude is how we approach life and humanity is how we approach living. Living a hep life is not happiness, living a profound life is happiness.
The second incident is very small, very simple yet very powerful. My mother is a shopping buff. This incident happened on one such day, we went out for a shopping. I said I’ll stay outside while my mother promised me she will return back soon. I sat on my bike watching people move. It was a very busy area and life here was very different than the life that I mentioned in my first incident. A posh background,lots of car and money. I was totally impressed by a kid's smile. I smiled at the kid and I got an immediate reciprocate smile. I knew the smile was genuine. Her mother was carrying her brother and the kid was carrying the little brother’s slippers in her hand. This surprised me, we think it’s a sin to carry someone else’s dress if not for slippers. Kids are genuinely amazing and the humanity in them is always surprising. To me they are the unbound energy forces that light up the trigger for humanity.
With these two little lessons, I am seriously trying to be a better human, how about you?!?!?! Just think………..
Sweet dreams
Good Night.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
My First story
This was my first try in writing a story.Don't know how good it is.All comments are most welcome.
Life and Death are inevitable truth
As the sun rose up I could feel how bright the day is going to be because the sun brought with it rays of hope and with this hope I woke up ,and slowly got up and stood right in front of the mirror to look at my own face ....my eyes were flooded with tears suddenly....I could feel Soham's every breath. Soham made me realize what I am now .He was perfect 10 on 10 for me. On our first meeting itself we understood that our relationship had a deep root that is going to stay long. Our first meeting was at the hospital, he was 15 when I met him then. I was in for seeing my mum who was a doctor in that hospital; I was in the first year of my college, around 18 years. My mum was as usual busy in her work, but whatever be her job she loved her children and wore a smile whenever she met us. When she met me the first thing she asked me was” How was your day sweetheart?”, this attitude of hers is what I admire the most and the main reason for this, I think was because she was a doctor and so had the practice of first enquiring the patients before starting the checkup.” Great mama”, I replied.” So harshitha any thing I can help you” my mom asked me with her trademark smile. "No mama I was on my way home ,the driver did not come so I was walking back and so thought would stop and meet you”, I said trying to imitate my mum's smile with vain.
Suddenly this boy who was moderately tall with wheatish complexion ,vivacious eyes and thin structure entered into my mom's room "aunty see my answer sheets this time I have got 96% in science I want to be a doctor like you aunty "Soham stopped to take breath, I guess he had come all the way running. In this boy's voice I could see the dream and determination to win, and as people say his first impression was the best for me. My mum in her soft tone held his hand and said, "One day I’ll surely see you as a doctor. Now say hello to didi. She is Harshitha”, before my mum could complete I held out my hand and this little relationship continued. I don’t know why but the next day also I visited the hospital but this time I directly went to meet Soham. And his hospitality was too good, that, amazing is not the word to describe. I could see that his room was damn tidy as opposite compared to mine .And last night I heard from my mum that he was suffering from cancer might be that was one of the reasons for me to go on the next day and meet him. Though he was very young his thoughts were too high and mature. And he had the best attitude. As soon as I sat down the first thing I told him was "don’t call me didi", this was because from my heart I felt hat he had that fire that was beyond the measurement of age.
He then started calling me Harshi. The first thing i learnt from him was whatever the work you do make it neat and presentable, it is not for others but for yourself. This was from the look at his room that I learnt. A guy who is not sure that he will be able see tomorrow's sun or not ,is not at all worried .Don't know what to tell but truly amazing, this was Soham for me. I continued visiting the hospital regularly after the college. Everyday he kept teaching something new and truly mind-blowing. I learnt that he loved music and it was same here. He was almost a companion to all the nurses there. Though Soham's parents were not too rich they were poor neither, and I could understand how Soham had such a good characteristic from his parents and his little sis Ashiaana. If ever I was a boy I would truly want a girlfriend like ashiaana, she was pretty and very intelligent, which was what I liked the most. All of them had a very caring and understanding nature. Though we had everything at home, what was missing at my home was the love. Everyone had their own busy schedule and me & my sister always missed the care. And there was mistake at our part also; we also avoided talking to anyone at home. But Soham taught me what life was all about! The love he had for the things around him would even turn thorns into roses.
This was a Saturday, around a week after my first meeting with Soham. I entered his room and like his usual self, he wished me first. Out of the blue moon I saw Soham writing a diary, I couldn't control my inquisitively and asked him what he was doing? He asked me to come and see what he was doing. I was surprised when I saw the first line of the page. It was like this, "Hi GOD...this very good friend of mine in my habitat (I guess he meant the hospital) is going for an operation, and
i know you are my best friend. I want you to be his best friend also ,and help him through out the operation, take care byeeee, see you soon .....Sorry after lot of years". I was spellbound I have never before seen this dimension of God. I returned without speaking much to him, and the whole day I could not stop thinking about his optimistic and out of the box way of, approaching difficulties.
The next day I met him with flowers, if I truly remember this was the first impact of my new friendship. When I enquired him as what happened to his friend's operation, his reply astounded me" Harshi he is gone to meet God because I think God liked him more than me , and i know after his mischievous God will return him back as a new flower in our garden”. What was this boy I thought, and ended up telling him," Soham your God's own messenger in my life". He made his world the best where ever he lived and this was what made Soham special. He took death with such a maturity that even I doubt a sadhu would be able to do!
Soham's board exams were after a month and he was immersed with books. I invariably did not stop meeting him but now with a purpose, help him out in math. So I became his unofficial tutor .Sometimes I would think why God do injustice did to such a nice human. And the specialty about our relationship is that I could speak out what i felt without fear. So I simply asked him,"Do you ever get angry at God thinking he’s done injustice to you?” But before he could answer I already knew that he would have a great explanation at hand. He replied with his half matured tone, "Harshi I actually cried a lot when i first knew i needed to spend a lot of time in hospital when all my friends will be going to school. But my mom explained the answer to my cry beautifully, that, life gives you every moment to live, live meaningfully. And where ever you live happiness should spread boundary less. There are people on the streets, where kids work to run the family,there are kids who do not have vision, but with the love that they get they see the whole world. They make their living always complete even when they know they don’t have a life like other kids. God has given everyone a special gift which no one else owns. So when you don’t go to school, you see another world, the world of medicines. You’ll surely learn great lessons there just like your classroom. No tension of finishing homework and getting good marks in terms. Now smile for the reason that you are privileged to escape from the scolding and tensions of exam and more hopefully that you’ll expand your circle of friends. When you are all fine you can get back to school. When Soham finished I could see the smile in his eyes. I kind of tried continuing from the point he left, "your mom is true if you were not here i would have missed meeting a very good friend."
As days passed I became really close to him. My day looked incomplete without him. His exams started and I helped in making flash cards and easy to read notes. This new relationship had made me lose contacts with outside world. I had very few friends in college and spent all my free time with him. Sometimes my friends would make fun that I was doing too much to help the boy. They even built good stories that I was interested in the boy. I could only smile at those comments. But this made me think about my relationship with the boy. I strongly believed that love is not what most of us thought .A general definition especially famous among youth is that it is special feeling between two people (a girl and guy).But love is what u can show to all........irrespective of you get it back or not. There is love in the way the clouds kiss each other, love in the way mother scolds her little kid for his mischief, love in the way a dog looks after his new born. One thing is true about love is that it gives infinite happiness. But we need to know that life means happiness and happiness means love, so we all need to grow up and accept the fact that we love everyone we like to be with. So I love everyone around me, in fact everything around me. So all this theory of induction was only to prove that I loved Soham also. But why should I worry about anybody's comments about the beautiful relationship that I shared with Soham.So I would mostly leave the comments like that.
His exams had taken lot of his energy and he looked a little down. Though he was the same smiling all day, I hoped that he shouldn't fall ill during exams. And all our prayers didn't go in vain. He had finished his exams perfectly and now all relaxed. And my sister's birthday was round the corner. Good time for all of us to have a party. My sister, Suhasini, a very sweet girl, she has got all the beauty of my mum, which is totally missing in me. The only thing that I don’t like in her is that she is very lazy .Especially studies, she cares the least. I've wondered how she manages to pass, because all time she would sit with her phone. The funniest aspect of the whole issue is that she is only in tenth and has cell phone for her but I go to college without one. Don’t know why but we actually are the opposites. I am this all time quite girl and she is the all time masti girl. I am kind of good at studies and she cares least about them. And our ambitions are way too different she wants to become an air hostess and I a pilot, but one common factor both of us want to fly. She is all beautiful and dresses up like babe. I take two mins everyday to dress myself up. But still all this differences does not have anything to stop the bonding we have between us. I took all the pains to decorate the living room for her birthday. Since she was also on her holidays, we thought we'll actually have all fun this time. After I finished up the decoration work, i went to pick up Soham for the party. This was the first time he’s coming home, and I had made it a point he'd like it. Aashiana and aunty also accompanied him.
The sunset began, darkness started to spell its wing. It was truly party time. We enjoyed it. Though the party didn’t have lot of people, my sister’s friends filled it up. The first time in my life I saw the glitter and glow missing from Soham's eyes. I knew his mind. Since we had almost shared around six strong months of bonding, I know a little better about him now. I took him alone to show the house, now I got a chance to ask him why he was sad. But I’d have to choose my words carefully. With a smile I asked Soham, ”Looks like you don’t like my house, I don’t see the twinkle in your eyes”. Soham forced a smile and replied back, “Aashiana broke down into tears with the fear that I would not stay for long, what am I to do, it sometimes hurts me also”. Now I knew why Aashiana broke down into tears,” Her fear about whether her brother will have a next birthday made her cry. There was nothing that could stop my flooded eyes. Tears rolled down, without saying. All I could do is excuse myself and go to my room. I wished I could make all the medical reports wrong. Though I knew that Soham was suffering from cancer, he never gave me the clue that he was probably facing his last days. He made me enjoy life. He made me think and live every moment. His friendship meant no boundaries to me. But all I could do now is not to cry in front of him. He’s taught me to act normally at any situation, so how do I not follow his lessons. So I wiped the tears from my face and was back among the crowds. Soham pulled my hands and softly spoke up,” so you cried Harshi?” I could neither nod yes nor no. My silence gave him the answer.” Harshi don’t worry, even if I don’t stay here I’ll always follow you as rays of sun in the morning and twinkling stars in the night. There is nothing that could stop us from death, but if you really like me, then I am sure to stay in your heart always and make you smile with love where ever I am. Why Harshi, if I become a doc I would obviously travel places. So will you not miss me then?” I was spellbound. How does he know I was not comfortable with those words of Aashiana? How does he bring back the confidence that I lose? I just don’t know whether he’s the angel that I have always dreamt of helping me in my bad times when I was a kid. I smiled back genuinely. The party was all fun then.
My sister also liked him a lot, but I doubt whether it was because of his attitude or otherwise he was pretty good looking. What ever is the reason I liked the fact that she liked him. For few weeks from then I couldn’t regularly go to the hospital, my exams were there and I had lot to work on.
No wonder I was waiting for it to complete, and my wings made me fly back to Soham. He looked a little weaker this time, but was otherwise fine. He welcomed me with a lovely card that he made all by himself.
A small little one with words as simple as this, ”Harshi Missed you a lot”.
But the way he welcomed me with a card meant everything. We were having fun with one of the junior doctors there. He is a new doctor and looked smart. He’s finished his college only now. There were many junior doctors. And Soham knew almost all of them. This hospital being my parents, I knew a very few. That showed his love to people.
Siddharth had come for his check up as usual .Soham introduced me to the doctor,” This is Harshitha my sweet, lovely and best friend……Dr.Maya’s daughter”. Before he could complete the Dr.Maya that guy at last raised his eyebrow to properly look at me. I knew my mom’s name made the effect. He replied” I am Siddharth”. Siddharth and Soham had so much fun. Both of them were talking so much about sports that I got bugged. But something was attractive about him might be his name. I don’t know how Soham could make friends easily. Soham told me how Siddharth dreamt of opening a lovely beautiful toy hospital for children……..especially poor kids. I liked the idea. I knew lot of doctors dreamt of helping the poor, but helping the poor along with a beautiful hospital sounded good to me.
Now Siddharth was no new to me. I and Soham would make fun of him. Taking advantage of the fact that Dr.Payal liked him .And we would shout his name when ever she walked past our view. And the way Siddharth ran all the way to Soham’s room the first time we shouted his name. Full enjoyment, and more fun was once when we called up Siddharth, in the name of payal and made him come all the way to the hospitals garden .My sister did a superb job, she was the one who called up, ”Hi Siddharth this is Payal, want to talk to you in person. Can you come down immediately?” She cut the phone without wanting to give him time to reply. And the fun was when he came down with a shy face. And how we all stood in front of him and laughed. Those were lovely times.
Soham’s result had come , as expected he got 91%.But Soham’s health was getting worse. We knew there were only very few days left for him. But all this time I, Soham and Siddharth shared a unique bonding. I and Siddharth shopped for Soham.
But we could stop nothing from God’s hand
Today as I see the tears float, I know Soham’s last wish is all set to go high. As I look up I could see him through sun’s rays.Siddharth is still standing by my side, but now as my husband. Our dream of ‘Soham Kids Hospital’ has come true now. The tagline of the hospital is what Soham had always wanted,
“Hospitals are earth’s lifeline from death”
Life and Death are inevitable truth
As the sun rose up I could feel how bright the day is going to be because the sun brought with it rays of hope and with this hope I woke up ,and slowly got up and stood right in front of the mirror to look at my own face ....my eyes were flooded with tears suddenly....I could feel Soham's every breath. Soham made me realize what I am now .He was perfect 10 on 10 for me. On our first meeting itself we understood that our relationship had a deep root that is going to stay long. Our first meeting was at the hospital, he was 15 when I met him then. I was in for seeing my mum who was a doctor in that hospital; I was in the first year of my college, around 18 years. My mum was as usual busy in her work, but whatever be her job she loved her children and wore a smile whenever she met us. When she met me the first thing she asked me was” How was your day sweetheart?”, this attitude of hers is what I admire the most and the main reason for this, I think was because she was a doctor and so had the practice of first enquiring the patients before starting the checkup.” Great mama”, I replied.” So harshitha any thing I can help you” my mom asked me with her trademark smile. "No mama I was on my way home ,the driver did not come so I was walking back and so thought would stop and meet you”, I said trying to imitate my mum's smile with vain.
Suddenly this boy who was moderately tall with wheatish complexion ,vivacious eyes and thin structure entered into my mom's room "aunty see my answer sheets this time I have got 96% in science I want to be a doctor like you aunty "Soham stopped to take breath, I guess he had come all the way running. In this boy's voice I could see the dream and determination to win, and as people say his first impression was the best for me. My mum in her soft tone held his hand and said, "One day I’ll surely see you as a doctor. Now say hello to didi. She is Harshitha”, before my mum could complete I held out my hand and this little relationship continued. I don’t know why but the next day also I visited the hospital but this time I directly went to meet Soham. And his hospitality was too good, that, amazing is not the word to describe. I could see that his room was damn tidy as opposite compared to mine .And last night I heard from my mum that he was suffering from cancer might be that was one of the reasons for me to go on the next day and meet him. Though he was very young his thoughts were too high and mature. And he had the best attitude. As soon as I sat down the first thing I told him was "don’t call me didi", this was because from my heart I felt hat he had that fire that was beyond the measurement of age.
He then started calling me Harshi. The first thing i learnt from him was whatever the work you do make it neat and presentable, it is not for others but for yourself. This was from the look at his room that I learnt. A guy who is not sure that he will be able see tomorrow's sun or not ,is not at all worried .Don't know what to tell but truly amazing, this was Soham for me. I continued visiting the hospital regularly after the college. Everyday he kept teaching something new and truly mind-blowing. I learnt that he loved music and it was same here. He was almost a companion to all the nurses there. Though Soham's parents were not too rich they were poor neither, and I could understand how Soham had such a good characteristic from his parents and his little sis Ashiaana. If ever I was a boy I would truly want a girlfriend like ashiaana, she was pretty and very intelligent, which was what I liked the most. All of them had a very caring and understanding nature. Though we had everything at home, what was missing at my home was the love. Everyone had their own busy schedule and me & my sister always missed the care. And there was mistake at our part also; we also avoided talking to anyone at home. But Soham taught me what life was all about! The love he had for the things around him would even turn thorns into roses.
This was a Saturday, around a week after my first meeting with Soham. I entered his room and like his usual self, he wished me first. Out of the blue moon I saw Soham writing a diary, I couldn't control my inquisitively and asked him what he was doing? He asked me to come and see what he was doing. I was surprised when I saw the first line of the page. It was like this, "Hi GOD...this very good friend of mine in my habitat (I guess he meant the hospital) is going for an operation, and
i know you are my best friend. I want you to be his best friend also ,and help him through out the operation, take care byeeee, see you soon .....Sorry after lot of years". I was spellbound I have never before seen this dimension of God. I returned without speaking much to him, and the whole day I could not stop thinking about his optimistic and out of the box way of, approaching difficulties.
The next day I met him with flowers, if I truly remember this was the first impact of my new friendship. When I enquired him as what happened to his friend's operation, his reply astounded me" Harshi he is gone to meet God because I think God liked him more than me , and i know after his mischievous God will return him back as a new flower in our garden”. What was this boy I thought, and ended up telling him," Soham your God's own messenger in my life". He made his world the best where ever he lived and this was what made Soham special. He took death with such a maturity that even I doubt a sadhu would be able to do!
Soham's board exams were after a month and he was immersed with books. I invariably did not stop meeting him but now with a purpose, help him out in math. So I became his unofficial tutor .Sometimes I would think why God do injustice did to such a nice human. And the specialty about our relationship is that I could speak out what i felt without fear. So I simply asked him,"Do you ever get angry at God thinking he’s done injustice to you?” But before he could answer I already knew that he would have a great explanation at hand. He replied with his half matured tone, "Harshi I actually cried a lot when i first knew i needed to spend a lot of time in hospital when all my friends will be going to school. But my mom explained the answer to my cry beautifully, that, life gives you every moment to live, live meaningfully. And where ever you live happiness should spread boundary less. There are people on the streets, where kids work to run the family,there are kids who do not have vision, but with the love that they get they see the whole world. They make their living always complete even when they know they don’t have a life like other kids. God has given everyone a special gift which no one else owns. So when you don’t go to school, you see another world, the world of medicines. You’ll surely learn great lessons there just like your classroom. No tension of finishing homework and getting good marks in terms. Now smile for the reason that you are privileged to escape from the scolding and tensions of exam and more hopefully that you’ll expand your circle of friends. When you are all fine you can get back to school. When Soham finished I could see the smile in his eyes. I kind of tried continuing from the point he left, "your mom is true if you were not here i would have missed meeting a very good friend."
As days passed I became really close to him. My day looked incomplete without him. His exams started and I helped in making flash cards and easy to read notes. This new relationship had made me lose contacts with outside world. I had very few friends in college and spent all my free time with him. Sometimes my friends would make fun that I was doing too much to help the boy. They even built good stories that I was interested in the boy. I could only smile at those comments. But this made me think about my relationship with the boy. I strongly believed that love is not what most of us thought .A general definition especially famous among youth is that it is special feeling between two people (a girl and guy).But love is what u can show to all........irrespective of you get it back or not. There is love in the way the clouds kiss each other, love in the way mother scolds her little kid for his mischief, love in the way a dog looks after his new born. One thing is true about love is that it gives infinite happiness. But we need to know that life means happiness and happiness means love, so we all need to grow up and accept the fact that we love everyone we like to be with. So I love everyone around me, in fact everything around me. So all this theory of induction was only to prove that I loved Soham also. But why should I worry about anybody's comments about the beautiful relationship that I shared with Soham.So I would mostly leave the comments like that.
His exams had taken lot of his energy and he looked a little down. Though he was the same smiling all day, I hoped that he shouldn't fall ill during exams. And all our prayers didn't go in vain. He had finished his exams perfectly and now all relaxed. And my sister's birthday was round the corner. Good time for all of us to have a party. My sister, Suhasini, a very sweet girl, she has got all the beauty of my mum, which is totally missing in me. The only thing that I don’t like in her is that she is very lazy .Especially studies, she cares the least. I've wondered how she manages to pass, because all time she would sit with her phone. The funniest aspect of the whole issue is that she is only in tenth and has cell phone for her but I go to college without one. Don’t know why but we actually are the opposites. I am this all time quite girl and she is the all time masti girl. I am kind of good at studies and she cares least about them. And our ambitions are way too different she wants to become an air hostess and I a pilot, but one common factor both of us want to fly. She is all beautiful and dresses up like babe. I take two mins everyday to dress myself up. But still all this differences does not have anything to stop the bonding we have between us. I took all the pains to decorate the living room for her birthday. Since she was also on her holidays, we thought we'll actually have all fun this time. After I finished up the decoration work, i went to pick up Soham for the party. This was the first time he’s coming home, and I had made it a point he'd like it. Aashiana and aunty also accompanied him.
The sunset began, darkness started to spell its wing. It was truly party time. We enjoyed it. Though the party didn’t have lot of people, my sister’s friends filled it up. The first time in my life I saw the glitter and glow missing from Soham's eyes. I knew his mind. Since we had almost shared around six strong months of bonding, I know a little better about him now. I took him alone to show the house, now I got a chance to ask him why he was sad. But I’d have to choose my words carefully. With a smile I asked Soham, ”Looks like you don’t like my house, I don’t see the twinkle in your eyes”. Soham forced a smile and replied back, “Aashiana broke down into tears with the fear that I would not stay for long, what am I to do, it sometimes hurts me also”. Now I knew why Aashiana broke down into tears,” Her fear about whether her brother will have a next birthday made her cry. There was nothing that could stop my flooded eyes. Tears rolled down, without saying. All I could do is excuse myself and go to my room. I wished I could make all the medical reports wrong. Though I knew that Soham was suffering from cancer, he never gave me the clue that he was probably facing his last days. He made me enjoy life. He made me think and live every moment. His friendship meant no boundaries to me. But all I could do now is not to cry in front of him. He’s taught me to act normally at any situation, so how do I not follow his lessons. So I wiped the tears from my face and was back among the crowds. Soham pulled my hands and softly spoke up,” so you cried Harshi?” I could neither nod yes nor no. My silence gave him the answer.” Harshi don’t worry, even if I don’t stay here I’ll always follow you as rays of sun in the morning and twinkling stars in the night. There is nothing that could stop us from death, but if you really like me, then I am sure to stay in your heart always and make you smile with love where ever I am. Why Harshi, if I become a doc I would obviously travel places. So will you not miss me then?” I was spellbound. How does he know I was not comfortable with those words of Aashiana? How does he bring back the confidence that I lose? I just don’t know whether he’s the angel that I have always dreamt of helping me in my bad times when I was a kid. I smiled back genuinely. The party was all fun then.
My sister also liked him a lot, but I doubt whether it was because of his attitude or otherwise he was pretty good looking. What ever is the reason I liked the fact that she liked him. For few weeks from then I couldn’t regularly go to the hospital, my exams were there and I had lot to work on.
No wonder I was waiting for it to complete, and my wings made me fly back to Soham. He looked a little weaker this time, but was otherwise fine. He welcomed me with a lovely card that he made all by himself.
A small little one with words as simple as this, ”Harshi Missed you a lot”.
But the way he welcomed me with a card meant everything. We were having fun with one of the junior doctors there. He is a new doctor and looked smart. He’s finished his college only now. There were many junior doctors. And Soham knew almost all of them. This hospital being my parents, I knew a very few. That showed his love to people.
Siddharth had come for his check up as usual .Soham introduced me to the doctor,” This is Harshitha my sweet, lovely and best friend……Dr.Maya’s daughter”. Before he could complete the Dr.Maya that guy at last raised his eyebrow to properly look at me. I knew my mom’s name made the effect. He replied” I am Siddharth”. Siddharth and Soham had so much fun. Both of them were talking so much about sports that I got bugged. But something was attractive about him might be his name. I don’t know how Soham could make friends easily. Soham told me how Siddharth dreamt of opening a lovely beautiful toy hospital for children……..especially poor kids. I liked the idea. I knew lot of doctors dreamt of helping the poor, but helping the poor along with a beautiful hospital sounded good to me.
Now Siddharth was no new to me. I and Soham would make fun of him. Taking advantage of the fact that Dr.Payal liked him .And we would shout his name when ever she walked past our view. And the way Siddharth ran all the way to Soham’s room the first time we shouted his name. Full enjoyment, and more fun was once when we called up Siddharth, in the name of payal and made him come all the way to the hospitals garden .My sister did a superb job, she was the one who called up, ”Hi Siddharth this is Payal, want to talk to you in person. Can you come down immediately?” She cut the phone without wanting to give him time to reply. And the fun was when he came down with a shy face. And how we all stood in front of him and laughed. Those were lovely times.
Soham’s result had come , as expected he got 91%.But Soham’s health was getting worse. We knew there were only very few days left for him. But all this time I, Soham and Siddharth shared a unique bonding. I and Siddharth shopped for Soham.
But we could stop nothing from God’s hand
Today as I see the tears float, I know Soham’s last wish is all set to go high. As I look up I could see him through sun’s rays.Siddharth is still standing by my side, but now as my husband. Our dream of ‘Soham Kids Hospital’ has come true now. The tagline of the hospital is what Soham had always wanted,
“Hospitals are earth’s lifeline from death”
Friday, January 18, 2008
After a long gap I am now back to write a new post.I don't know why there was a gap?Blaming time is a bad idea.We all know we have enough time for our passions,infact our passion never takes our time.So I sat down thinking more on why it took me so long to get back to blogging and the only word that struck my mind is "NEW".Very powerful word both in speech and experience.Dont ever think of the movie "new" in the midst,it will only make us think how absurd a movie could be from its title.
So now with due respect to the word "NEW" my blog is going to be on the same lines
"NEW"
New day starts with a new feeling, and new feelings relate to new hopes.New hopes create new desire and new desire helps us to dream new.And new dreams lead to new level of success.A combination of sentences with the word new.It is just my try on using the word new in a "NEW" way.New is not a new word for us to understand.But surely time is a factor that takes us away from the word new.As a child why are we more innovative and energetic?It is simply because the world is new.We grow up and soon forget about this and one fine day we realise why did we ever grow up to see this good "OLD" world.But the world is never old.We can experience new things only if we can see beyond our old glasses.
I overheard a lady complaining that life was boring.I just thought why was she so much bored about life,when she replied back to the other woman "There is nothing new,the same old cooking,kitchen,cleaning...".Why do we resist going out of our drawn boundaries to try new things and make life lot more spicy.After all, all we know is just this one life,so we should try living it to the fullest. So every minute that we live we should search for the new things that the minute might unfold to.New things are around in infinite forms,it is just that we forget to see them.A fog might be new to us,try enjoying its beauty. The games that kids play might be new to us,just watch it and you will surely like the unbound energy associated with it.This list will continue till the end of life,but the only thing we need to look at new things and enjoy its beauty.Then the word "GETTING BORED" will surely kill itself.
Good bye for now.
So now with due respect to the word "NEW" my blog is going to be on the same lines
"NEW"
New day starts with a new feeling, and new feelings relate to new hopes.New hopes create new desire and new desire helps us to dream new.And new dreams lead to new level of success.A combination of sentences with the word new.It is just my try on using the word new in a "NEW" way.New is not a new word for us to understand.But surely time is a factor that takes us away from the word new.As a child why are we more innovative and energetic?It is simply because the world is new.We grow up and soon forget about this and one fine day we realise why did we ever grow up to see this good "OLD" world.But the world is never old.We can experience new things only if we can see beyond our old glasses.
I overheard a lady complaining that life was boring.I just thought why was she so much bored about life,when she replied back to the other woman "There is nothing new,the same old cooking,kitchen,cleaning...".Why do we resist going out of our drawn boundaries to try new things and make life lot more spicy.After all, all we know is just this one life,so we should try living it to the fullest. So every minute that we live we should search for the new things that the minute might unfold to.New things are around in infinite forms,it is just that we forget to see them.A fog might be new to us,try enjoying its beauty. The games that kids play might be new to us,just watch it and you will surely like the unbound energy associated with it.This list will continue till the end of life,but the only thing we need to look at new things and enjoy its beauty.Then the word "GETTING BORED" will surely kill itself.
Good bye for now.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Princess Diaries Version 5.0
Hi guys I am back,
For the past few days I felt my posts have lost the flavor that it had while I started the venture. Just thought I would surely try “Recreating Magic”. I was coincidentally chatting with a guru of kind in these works and even he felt the same, there was something that lacked in the posts.
For the past few days I felt my posts have lost the flavor that it had while I started the venture. Just thought I would surely try “Recreating Magic”. I was coincidentally chatting with a guru of kind in these works and even he felt the same, there was something that lacked in the posts.
Recreating Magic
Dated:07.11.2007
This happens in all of our lives, we actually end up giving best shots, when we would have never thought we were giving and try repeating it we would have failed. Recreating magic, two superb words, what do I talk more? I just don’t know-how many of you who are now reading the post are flushed with memories?! Alas! I am flushed with lot of them. There is something that happens only for once, and even a billion times we try again to recreate it, we can’t. But there are surely certain genre of people who can recreate magic. I certainly call them winners.
Annoyingly I don’t think they ever try recreating magic, they keep innovating the way they live and end up recreating magic. While we create a wonderful work and get appreciated, we naturally become happy. But that is not the only good gift we get, we also become blessed with thinking on the same lines. And what happens next, we start becoming repetitive, and finally lose the battle. I guess there is this little misinterpretation we do with this phrase “Recreating Magic”. It doesn’t mean “Repeating a Magic”, it means “Recreating Magic”. So there is profound difference in the two. It just means we invent and keep innovating from there. Then we will surely be blessed with the unbound happiness of succeeding in every effort.
So every little work we do, we should try seeing that it doesn’t go on the same lines as the old. The previous one might have been a great hit, but the next one can become a flop, if we keep floating on the success and get satisfied with the efforts.
And before signing off my last thought
“Create happiness
Recreate magic
Repeat hard work
Resist satisfaction.”
Good Night
Sweet Dreams
This happens in all of our lives, we actually end up giving best shots, when we would have never thought we were giving and try repeating it we would have failed. Recreating magic, two superb words, what do I talk more? I just don’t know-how many of you who are now reading the post are flushed with memories?! Alas! I am flushed with lot of them. There is something that happens only for once, and even a billion times we try again to recreate it, we can’t. But there are surely certain genre of people who can recreate magic. I certainly call them winners.
Annoyingly I don’t think they ever try recreating magic, they keep innovating the way they live and end up recreating magic. While we create a wonderful work and get appreciated, we naturally become happy. But that is not the only good gift we get, we also become blessed with thinking on the same lines. And what happens next, we start becoming repetitive, and finally lose the battle. I guess there is this little misinterpretation we do with this phrase “Recreating Magic”. It doesn’t mean “Repeating a Magic”, it means “Recreating Magic”. So there is profound difference in the two. It just means we invent and keep innovating from there. Then we will surely be blessed with the unbound happiness of succeeding in every effort.
So every little work we do, we should try seeing that it doesn’t go on the same lines as the old. The previous one might have been a great hit, but the next one can become a flop, if we keep floating on the success and get satisfied with the efforts.
And before signing off my last thought
“Create happiness
Recreate magic
Repeat hard work
Resist satisfaction.”
Good Night
Sweet Dreams
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Princess Diaries Version 2.1
Long since I updated my blog!But I had been on a spellbound trip for 10 long days,so got disconnected from the technology part of life.Now back after the refreshing trip with newer thoughts to share.
Dated:24.09.07
Famous:Oops I am not talking about the famous five novel!Oh then what is it I am talking about?!?!
I was watching the India-Pak match recently(just dont worry, I will not load you with anything that is cricket,because neither I know the details of the game nor will bore you with the already media hyped topic) and had cheered all through the game just like most Indians did. The minute the match got over,the spectular celebrations made me sit back and watch with smile on my face. But there was something that my brains was doing, it was dreaming.!!!!!!!!Dreaming too big........How would it be if I had a father,son,husband,boyfriend or simply a close friend who was one among the winning team?Or I was there on the ground playing as part of the winning team?Why do we all want fame to hit us or the people we know?What was the special feeling about being popular? With my questions doing its wonderful work, I didnt take my eye out of my television set.Everything got over and at last I came back to fill down my diary.
Sat down thinking about the day....and after all with the spirits driving me high what else would I write, other than the match.Kept writing about it, but stopped suddenly when the questions hit my brains again.POPULARITY......FAME........MONEY........SUCCESS....My God why do most of us love these words! Still getting confused, but only when there is confusion my brains think -"think more and think beautiful". What makes us popular?Is it being Ash or SRK or the big B or our own superstar Rajinikanth-a defined life?Is it being Mother teresa,sania mirza,Ambani and co.,Jawaharlal Nehru........and so on-a well lived life?I doubted on my own thoughts. Why do we create hype for certain things and leave the rest unnoticed? A huge dedication of a good life's work would have been awarded with less than what a actor earns fora single film!Alas thats a pathetic truth!Anyhow, whatever be it, there is something that makes being famous a most liked tagline.
A world of our own,dreams unparalled by creativity, life full of innovative thougts and heart that just wants us to keep working for our passion-this might just be the right mixture of getting to the top.Where ever and how ever we are there is a small difference between that famous and not so famous. We might be successful in what we do, but not famous. The reason is simple that little passion and patience was missing. Any one who is famous is just not popular because his work was successful,theres something more.This little more than what others did is what fame gives. Be it at your work place or your college or just any where, there is only one who stands out of the crowd. It is not that he worked 24hrs and u did only 12 hours, it is just that he worked with sheer love of what he was doing. He might also have had rough patches all through his tenure, but that would have only made his heart more stronger than before. And going back to the thought on "well-lived life". It is a simple satisfaction that comes with every little popularity that we get. And it brings in lot of greatness into our life. This enthralling feeling of "WOW!I DID IT" is just enough to add that wonderful chapter to our life "well-lived life". But all this is just for the loveof what we do,if getting famous was our motto and not what we were doing?Then it would surely end in a chaos. Fame comes with our love to what we do, and not with wrong deed of publicity.
If someone is thinking as to why did Bill Gates alone made it to the top , while there might have been few more who were as capable as he. It is just that small difference, his "PASSION" spoke words of determination everytime he fell down the ladder. While the other few might have got disturbed with failures. So if you are seriously passionate about something, then be it getting famous or successful everything will hit your doors at right time. Only that along with your passion, dont stop dreaming big and work in a way that will help you realise it. So you don't have to worry about that at all. Just keep up your love for what you do "alive" always .
So, for what are we waiting to get famous and popular, it might be anything from Kalpana chawla's nasa drive to pretty Priety's bollywood foray or from Sania Mirza's cute tennis to Arundhathi Roy's writing. Anything you dream is, it is there to stay with you if you know that it is your passion and power to do and show it to the world. And with a very short life at our hands, why not start today and live the way we dreamed to. Because at the end of the day what makes us happy and great is what makes this simple unpredictable life.
Sweet dreams
Gud Night
DREAM BIG AND DO IT!!!
Dated:24.09.07
Famous:Oops I am not talking about the famous five novel!Oh then what is it I am talking about?!?!
I was watching the India-Pak match recently(just dont worry, I will not load you with anything that is cricket,because neither I know the details of the game nor will bore you with the already media hyped topic) and had cheered all through the game just like most Indians did. The minute the match got over,the spectular celebrations made me sit back and watch with smile on my face. But there was something that my brains was doing, it was dreaming.!!!!!!!!Dreaming too big........How would it be if I had a father,son,husband,boyfriend or simply a close friend who was one among the winning team?Or I was there on the ground playing as part of the winning team?Why do we all want fame to hit us or the people we know?What was the special feeling about being popular? With my questions doing its wonderful work, I didnt take my eye out of my television set.Everything got over and at last I came back to fill down my diary.
Sat down thinking about the day....and after all with the spirits driving me high what else would I write, other than the match.Kept writing about it, but stopped suddenly when the questions hit my brains again.POPULARITY......FAME........MONEY........SUCCESS....My God why do most of us love these words! Still getting confused, but only when there is confusion my brains think -"think more and think beautiful". What makes us popular?Is it being Ash or SRK or the big B or our own superstar Rajinikanth-a defined life?Is it being Mother teresa,sania mirza,Ambani and co.,Jawaharlal Nehru........and so on-a well lived life?I doubted on my own thoughts. Why do we create hype for certain things and leave the rest unnoticed? A huge dedication of a good life's work would have been awarded with less than what a actor earns fora single film!Alas thats a pathetic truth!Anyhow, whatever be it, there is something that makes being famous a most liked tagline.
A world of our own,dreams unparalled by creativity, life full of innovative thougts and heart that just wants us to keep working for our passion-this might just be the right mixture of getting to the top.Where ever and how ever we are there is a small difference between that famous and not so famous. We might be successful in what we do, but not famous. The reason is simple that little passion and patience was missing. Any one who is famous is just not popular because his work was successful,theres something more.This little more than what others did is what fame gives. Be it at your work place or your college or just any where, there is only one who stands out of the crowd. It is not that he worked 24hrs and u did only 12 hours, it is just that he worked with sheer love of what he was doing. He might also have had rough patches all through his tenure, but that would have only made his heart more stronger than before. And going back to the thought on "well-lived life". It is a simple satisfaction that comes with every little popularity that we get. And it brings in lot of greatness into our life. This enthralling feeling of "WOW!I DID IT" is just enough to add that wonderful chapter to our life "well-lived life". But all this is just for the loveof what we do,if getting famous was our motto and not what we were doing?Then it would surely end in a chaos. Fame comes with our love to what we do, and not with wrong deed of publicity.
If someone is thinking as to why did Bill Gates alone made it to the top , while there might have been few more who were as capable as he. It is just that small difference, his "PASSION" spoke words of determination everytime he fell down the ladder. While the other few might have got disturbed with failures. So if you are seriously passionate about something, then be it getting famous or successful everything will hit your doors at right time. Only that along with your passion, dont stop dreaming big and work in a way that will help you realise it. So you don't have to worry about that at all. Just keep up your love for what you do "alive" always .
So, for what are we waiting to get famous and popular, it might be anything from Kalpana chawla's nasa drive to pretty Priety's bollywood foray or from Sania Mirza's cute tennis to Arundhathi Roy's writing. Anything you dream is, it is there to stay with you if you know that it is your passion and power to do and show it to the world. And with a very short life at our hands, why not start today and live the way we dreamed to. Because at the end of the day what makes us happy and great is what makes this simple unpredictable life.
Sweet dreams
Gud Night
DREAM BIG AND DO IT!!!
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Princess Diaries Version
Hi guys there is something that all of us know is constant in this world........you would all know what that is..........even heard about this famous sentence
"the only thing that is constant in this world is CHANGE"........so was thinking why dont I change my probably monotonous contents!
So this time my attempt will surely be introducing innovation back to my topics.........Its just an attempt, so I have no promises that I'd become innovative all in a day's time, but I will surely try!
Dated:01.08.07
Departure:Heart Says NO,Mind says YES,mouth says WHAT ELSE CAN I DO!
And read more to know what soul says?
Sometimes its just too wierd, other times it is harsh reality, but departures seems like they are the real constants which rule the world. Past few months of my vacations did a strenous job of introducing me more to departures than anything else. Alas I had to take it all. Just like my pretty Grandmother used to say,
"All of us are living a life of dettached attachment"
She even used to support her statement with a little story,
The story of the papaya tree . When a fruit grows in a papaya tree the branch that bears the fruit actually dies. The branch is US and the fruit is LIFE.We are dettached still attached to life.Very difficult to understand(abstruse) when I was young, but now it sounds so true.
This is what happens with relations, we are all dettached yet attached with them. Departures show us this in varied colors. I have cried really hard when I had to leave my school after my tenth grade, but with time my emotions faded down and I started taking the moment as it came. But there is this situation in most of our lives, at some point we all have to say this hard word "GOOD BYE". Departure is just not easy yet not difficult too.
Had we all been blessed with a life without departures, dictionary would have never had words like stranger,unknown,accost and so on. It is just that new atmosphere always has a freshness. Neverthless the old one never dies it is just that is dettached yet attached to us. Every new bonding is too big for a day yet too small for a life. Because the best attitude of life is it allows us to add freshness to it while keeping its backups safe. You have a life that makes your existence look shorter, you exist however be the case. Longer we think about departures better we get confused, certain times best too. But all we know about departureis that there is something that the heart wants "PLS STAY WITH ME", while there is something that the soul tells "YOU WOULD ALWAYS MAKE A PLACE RIGHT IN MY SOUL THAT WILL TALK TO YOU BY DEFAULT WHEREEVER WE ARE HELL OR HEAVEN". That is in short what departure means to a normal humans bonding.And this was my true feelings on how departures are, in my amateur philosophical sense. And there is one subtle truth 'Departures' makes true bondings stronger. Since the heart gets to understand that, distances truly show whom and what we want always in our life
But since departures are the most interesting to capture in cameras I would take you through the lenses of Life's crucial departures(no philosophies attached to it but truly conveys a moral- keep your child like heart intact because they tell you that departures are temporary while true bondings are pemanent, so why do we have to worry!)
School
The first ever instinct that comes to my mind when I think of the word departure is schooling. Certain times life makes us think why dosen't it stop and remain constant?,why dont we stop growing up?There exists a profound truth in certain parts of our life, not only do we miss it ,but all the people who experience these beautiful parts in their life, do miss it. One such is schooling. Probably all of us who have been to school would love the experience of it. A true blend of culture,innocence,emotions,talent,skills,friendship,teachings and finally exams is what most of us would relate to as school. But the departure from school would be the most underplayed drama of all our lives. All of us would not have been gifted with single schooling all through our life. But whatever be the fact it is always heavy heart when we think of schools. The final exam during our last year at schooling is the most strenous to write. They bring in mixed emotions of vacations, new life and departure. The farewell being the most difficult to attend. The tears during the farewell say a long tale, of the affection,love,care and friendship.While departure is not a word that we learn as kids, but the word that we try to understand as we grow. But alas it is always the kids way that teaches us the best morals.Adolescence wierdly helps us in one way! Though the feelings of separation hits our head hard,the excitement of newer experience makes the heart strong. But after many years,when we think back, schooling will always remains as the strongest desire to redo.
College
Priviledged are those who attend schools and most previliged are those who attend college. College is a renaissance in everyone's life. It brings in aspirations,desires,hopes and dreams in a big way. It adds lot of color and spice to life.What does departure do here?A lot, just like movies masala elements, college adds flavour to the life. A lot of sentiments ....wonderful(dont know if it is everlasting?!?!) love stories,"i cant live without phones"(now its mobiles) as status line,always expanding wardrobes,"we will study the night before" exams as moral,"friends are more than life to us" as logo are the beautiful colors in college life. School would have given us best friends but college adds true friends to this list. As a newcomer to the adulthood, emotions play high during college life. The last few days makes us unavoidably 'COLLEGE SICK'.Lots of promises to keep in touch, meet up periodically and not to cry (while tears already floating down our eyes) probably form most of the FAREWELL MANTRAS. While what happens next is a big "?". While some understand the value of fun alumni meets others blame the time for not attending it, but it is there minset that is to be blamed.
Work
The modern work culture supports departure soon if not sooner. But whatever be it,a work has more attachments to our passions and dreams while people around us become of lesser importance(as competitive as the world). But there is always the close circuit of bondings. A matured adult,at least as a fact,makes us underpaly our emotions. We understand a new dimension of departure. A departure that deals with our passion, our dreams and our motivations. Whatever be it, this is the era when we gracefully accept departures and farewell treats, truly in the quest of our passion that drives our life. Just with the known fact that if our heart likes someone, it would keep doing it no matter where and how we are. This is our moral that we learn from experience, though we had already learnt half of it as a child the line "No Worries".
This was just my try from all the small observations that I made about 'departures'.
And finally my so called comical touch on departures.
A departure is the usual girl friend-boy friend love story type:
when the girl says ,"sorry I quit the relationship"
The boy replies,"At last I got a chance for a new try"
Innovation in his sense and applying thoughts for the next reality show, the boy indeed gracefully accepts departure(infact understands the truth about the statement"change is the only constant":)).
Alas this was just the fun part.To add to the lighter side of the topic "departure".
Sweet Dreams
For all my friends whom i have met,meeting and will meet.......... departure is never associated to you all ,because my soul will keep your bondings refreashed all time.
"the only thing that is constant in this world is CHANGE"........so was thinking why dont I change my probably monotonous contents!
So this time my attempt will surely be introducing innovation back to my topics.........Its just an attempt, so I have no promises that I'd become innovative all in a day's time, but I will surely try!
Dated:01.08.07
Departure:Heart Says NO,Mind says YES,mouth says WHAT ELSE CAN I DO!
And read more to know what soul says?
Sometimes its just too wierd, other times it is harsh reality, but departures seems like they are the real constants which rule the world. Past few months of my vacations did a strenous job of introducing me more to departures than anything else. Alas I had to take it all. Just like my pretty Grandmother used to say,
"All of us are living a life of dettached attachment"
She even used to support her statement with a little story,
The story of the papaya tree . When a fruit grows in a papaya tree the branch that bears the fruit actually dies. The branch is US and the fruit is LIFE.We are dettached still attached to life.Very difficult to understand(abstruse) when I was young, but now it sounds so true.
This is what happens with relations, we are all dettached yet attached with them. Departures show us this in varied colors. I have cried really hard when I had to leave my school after my tenth grade, but with time my emotions faded down and I started taking the moment as it came. But there is this situation in most of our lives, at some point we all have to say this hard word "GOOD BYE". Departure is just not easy yet not difficult too.
Had we all been blessed with a life without departures, dictionary would have never had words like stranger,unknown,accost and so on. It is just that new atmosphere always has a freshness. Neverthless the old one never dies it is just that is dettached yet attached to us. Every new bonding is too big for a day yet too small for a life. Because the best attitude of life is it allows us to add freshness to it while keeping its backups safe. You have a life that makes your existence look shorter, you exist however be the case. Longer we think about departures better we get confused, certain times best too. But all we know about departureis that there is something that the heart wants "PLS STAY WITH ME", while there is something that the soul tells "YOU WOULD ALWAYS MAKE A PLACE RIGHT IN MY SOUL THAT WILL TALK TO YOU BY DEFAULT WHEREEVER WE ARE HELL OR HEAVEN". That is in short what departure means to a normal humans bonding.And this was my true feelings on how departures are, in my amateur philosophical sense. And there is one subtle truth 'Departures' makes true bondings stronger. Since the heart gets to understand that, distances truly show whom and what we want always in our life
But since departures are the most interesting to capture in cameras I would take you through the lenses of Life's crucial departures(no philosophies attached to it but truly conveys a moral- keep your child like heart intact because they tell you that departures are temporary while true bondings are pemanent, so why do we have to worry!)
School
The first ever instinct that comes to my mind when I think of the word departure is schooling. Certain times life makes us think why dosen't it stop and remain constant?,why dont we stop growing up?There exists a profound truth in certain parts of our life, not only do we miss it ,but all the people who experience these beautiful parts in their life, do miss it. One such is schooling. Probably all of us who have been to school would love the experience of it. A true blend of culture,innocence,emotions,talent,skills,friendship,teachings and finally exams is what most of us would relate to as school. But the departure from school would be the most underplayed drama of all our lives. All of us would not have been gifted with single schooling all through our life. But whatever be the fact it is always heavy heart when we think of schools. The final exam during our last year at schooling is the most strenous to write. They bring in mixed emotions of vacations, new life and departure. The farewell being the most difficult to attend. The tears during the farewell say a long tale, of the affection,love,care and friendship.While departure is not a word that we learn as kids, but the word that we try to understand as we grow. But alas it is always the kids way that teaches us the best morals.Adolescence wierdly helps us in one way! Though the feelings of separation hits our head hard,the excitement of newer experience makes the heart strong. But after many years,when we think back, schooling will always remains as the strongest desire to redo.
College
Priviledged are those who attend schools and most previliged are those who attend college. College is a renaissance in everyone's life. It brings in aspirations,desires,hopes and dreams in a big way. It adds lot of color and spice to life.What does departure do here?A lot, just like movies masala elements, college adds flavour to the life. A lot of sentiments ....wonderful(dont know if it is everlasting?!?!) love stories,"i cant live without phones"(now its mobiles) as status line,always expanding wardrobes,"we will study the night before" exams as moral,"friends are more than life to us" as logo are the beautiful colors in college life. School would have given us best friends but college adds true friends to this list. As a newcomer to the adulthood, emotions play high during college life. The last few days makes us unavoidably 'COLLEGE SICK'.Lots of promises to keep in touch, meet up periodically and not to cry (while tears already floating down our eyes) probably form most of the FAREWELL MANTRAS. While what happens next is a big "?". While some understand the value of fun alumni meets others blame the time for not attending it, but it is there minset that is to be blamed.
Work
The modern work culture supports departure soon if not sooner. But whatever be it,a work has more attachments to our passions and dreams while people around us become of lesser importance(as competitive as the world). But there is always the close circuit of bondings. A matured adult,at least as a fact,makes us underpaly our emotions. We understand a new dimension of departure. A departure that deals with our passion, our dreams and our motivations. Whatever be it, this is the era when we gracefully accept departures and farewell treats, truly in the quest of our passion that drives our life. Just with the known fact that if our heart likes someone, it would keep doing it no matter where and how we are. This is our moral that we learn from experience, though we had already learnt half of it as a child the line "No Worries".
This was just my try from all the small observations that I made about 'departures'.
And finally my so called comical touch on departures.
A departure is the usual girl friend-boy friend love story type:
when the girl says ,"sorry I quit the relationship"
The boy replies,"At last I got a chance for a new try"
Innovation in his sense and applying thoughts for the next reality show, the boy indeed gracefully accepts departure(infact understands the truth about the statement"change is the only constant":)).
Alas this was just the fun part.To add to the lighter side of the topic "departure".
Sweet Dreams
For all my friends whom i have met,meeting and will meet.......... departure is never associated to you all ,because my soul will keep your bondings refreashed all time.
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