Stars

Moms n Dads are the stars that lit up and show the path in the dark corridors of confusion and brighten up our dull, upset evenings. In the nights when Sun of loud happiness, crowds and momentary friends sets, these are the stars that glitter, twinkle, laugh and wink, telling us that the day is not over yet and take us into their cozy embrace of a quiet, warm private party

Will I make it

I just felt like coming here .... Why does this abode created by me look so distant, and too beautiful and calm to achieve or reach.... Have I lost track and can still find it or have I reached and gone past it.

......WITHOUT BEING APOLOGETIC ABOUT WHAT WE ARE...

Writing something after a long time. Really really really long time.
I find myself thinking whether to write what I want to write.

Then I think of writing something that I heard and liked today.

Then I think of writing something that people will want to read, or find interesting, or will enjoy.


Our mind makes and rejects so many decisions within a span of 2-3 seconds. But why do we stress our minds so much. Why can't we just be; do what we like; be ourselves. Every person is a colour in himself (does not mean I am leaving out the hers, am sure we women are not dependent on the "/her" to make our presence felt ;) ), that way we will have variety and thus get to see more people rather than reflections of reflections of some ideal person (may be trendy or the "in" or the "happening" person also).

Sounds like preaching :). Here again, I am trying to get an immediate feedback or confirmation or acceptance. Trying to sound correct, trying to be within the boundaries of what and how much can be said staying within the people pleasing limits.

Would it make me a rebel if I do otherwise, NO, but, this fear, of not being accepted, of not being in the warm circle of "We" (herd), trying to be different but only enough to be noticed but just short of making any changes, unsettling people or making them uncomfortable.

Being a fashionable revolutionary or rebel of sorts, a revolutionary accepted by society without having to pull up its sleeves or get up from it's comfortable seats/lounges. This by design fails the meaning of the term "revolutionary". A rebel not revolting or unsettling the norms rebelled against, rather used as a logo or Brand, stylish to be associated with.

How many times do we find ourselves hating a group loudly for being snobbish and discriminatory, and feeling priviledged or patronized or even obliged to be welcomed by the same group, or to even win a good word of praise from them, for the new hair style, or the new clothes; all the while grinning, sheepishly with a look over the shoulders to ascertain how many are witness to this moment of glory.

This is still slavery of sorts, which we need to come out of. Again, "need to" might be replaced with "want to", "may like to", "would like", "would find great", "would look great", on the basis of what we want from life.

We can walk in herds and end up in slaughter houses, without knowing why we exist. Just serving to a tasty, accepted palate.

Or we can walk as individuals, WITHOUT BEING APOLOGETIC ABOUT WHAT WE ARE.
Not afraid to say and be what we want to be.

Time to fight the emotional slavery.

We are beautiful.....

People say....we are so different...we have nothing in common....we are as different as Night and Day..... I say to them....Night and Day may stay in two opposite parts of the world at any given time...but when and where they meet....are the most cherisable moments and the most beautiful places

All coloured up.....where's the Ganges

The green of childhood, the pink of youth
added the brown of the woman of the world,
The blue of the intelligent woman,
The grey of the undecided heart
Some pure white hidden somewhere in the grey
Added a dash of the purple of determined decision
Some golden of the glittering dreams of every woman
Some red from the past bleeding heart now clotted black
Again some purple of decision
Now all I see is black in the mirror
Trying to wash it off drenches my entire being with the overflowing black
Trying to hold on to the shining white at times sticking out from within
The white gets tainted.
And the new found coat of inncocent yellow is under the threat of turning all black
gradually from the seepage and surfacing and mingling of the deep ancient layers of black

Only way out is to close the eyes, take a deep breath and stay emeregd in quiet cool waters for moments, hours or even years till every colour is washed off
Till everything is so white that even the faintest of innocent yellow will stand out and stay there.

But where is that Ganges.... ?

God really loves me

Writing after a long span of time.

Feel like I have lost the touch. I have forgotten how to write ?

Sounding like sonething sad has happened to me ???/

On the contrary I have been too busy with happiness

I have been too busy wondering at the way life can turn around and smile at you?

Gaping at my own life and hands full of happiness.....

God really loves me.

Thank you God

And when I visit this place my abode where my heart speaks I was touched by the warmth of the fire place kept alive by my friends...

Hope to be a regular visitor again

Special thanks to Ramesh sir who kept inspiring me to keep writing

It's cold out here......

When we were kids n cudn't speak n felt insecure n wanted to be loved n caressed, all we had to do was stand in front of an elder n just hold out our arms, we were sure to be hugged n comforted. But now dat we have grown up n have extended vocabulary, we fear becoming more insecure at d discovery of rejection of our held out arms, and prefer silently adding our insecurities to the fire dat shapes our egos.