Say a little prayer…..

Mornings..the start of a new day…the start of new beginnings and new hopes..thats wat mornings are all about…i m sure most of us start our day with a huge mug of coffee, our favourite section of the news paper, calvin & hobbes, a big bear hug from some1 u love so on & so forth..but stop take a moment and say a little prayer! 🙂 i m sure you weren expecting that one..well i sometimes think its more like tht very essential cuppa of coffee you just cant do without it…hmmm… you know sayin that little prayer! you may never knw who mite need it..think of someone..friends , family i am sure….ur little word of prayer mite help someone somewher and make their otherwise screwed up day a wee better! :d
Try it out..say a little prayer..thank god for someone!and at the end of the day give tht person a call…i m sure they’ll have something gud to share about their day n dnt fret if they dnt..keep sayin tht word of prayer somewher..sometime i sure somebody will benefit from it! 🙂

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Dad..miss you loads!!

dad n his daughters

dad n his daughters

This one has been long pending…the whole world has written, run promotions, organized games..all of it..for Father’s Day! Been thinking i’ll dedicated this post to dad..and hence wanted it to be put before d-dAY, but due certain unforseen circumstances this has been written now!

Dad’s… i m sure jus this one wonder and i m sure each of us have a million stories, a million memories all of it tht i m sure will make us smile…and such is my dad! My early memories are the one’s with dad where i was his constant companion while he went to work..sightseeing, sleeping, eating, drinkin all of it i did in the backseat of that car! one constantly hungry child i used to be!:D this later one became trips to school n back wher we were constantly late thanks to dad! he used to spend more time in front of the mirror than me n my sis combined together. 🙂 dad i think has always been there..from helpin me for my always weak math to diagrams in science to taking me out to but those last min stuff for art classes..dad has always been there.

somewhere down the line..as time went by we became less of friends…probably my outbursts, my fite with self, rebellion all of it somehow added fuel to the fire… there were time when we couldn see eye to eye on things..but also there were times we have shared out moments times when he has stood by me…supporting me when mama fought with me, encouraging me to take up writing or that occasional dig that he wld take at me.. 🙂 I think my sister wld have more memories..espc of those times when he was mastering the art of e-mailing and being net savy!! :d

now 7 years away from home..each time i visit home I see a changed dad…a more calmer dad, a dad who is willing to listen, a dad who has let his daughter’s find their place under the sun..silently watching and always assuring us that he is there to hold and support if we fall!
I sometimes miss him, when i have to make that occassional financial decision or at crossroads!I miss him!

I have never asked dad if he’s ever felt bad that he hasn had son’s…i am nt curious…i m at peace with myself…i m sure he is proud of us…and happy tht he knws that he has us to fall back on when he needs us! here’s to u dad! from me n Vina!
“B’lated but..Happy Father’s Day!!” 😀

dance…my first love!

I have been sharing the link to my blog for the last few days and some nice friends of mine have been sending me links to other blogs…and it’s then that i realised that most people have written something on things that interest them,their passions…and this post is hence dedicated to my passion my first love….. none other than dance! 😀

Dance has been a part of my life since the age of 4!I dunt knw when or wher my mama love discovered that i had a passion for dance..and from there started my initiation into the world of classical dance!
Dancing sets me free…it also holds some of the best memories also!those evenings when me n my friends used to set of to dance classes sometime..half running.. ( coz we were late) somtimes leisurely but none the less..it always used to be fun..and the lazy bum tht i am..i used to get thrashed the maximum for nt practising in class… as time went by and many competitions and stages later..somewher down the line i lost interest..only to revive it later years down.. its started with salsa and progressed to cha cha, jive and samba…

Dancing gives me a joy, an high that I would like to equate to falling in love! 😀 crazy tht may sound but the last time i forgot everything danced like crazy and even landed up with a ligament tear was all in goa! I grin form ear to ear when i dance, being on stage facing and audience i feel beautiful…each tiome i perform i feel my soul being elevated to heights of ecstacy like i have never experienced before..i can cry i can laugh, i can emote every single thing i feel…i jus feel free and happy…thts where from i learnt the art of expression!

P.S:for those who dnt or jus think they cant shake a leg or two… trust me its nt all the difficult..all it requires is a mad friend like me…gud music and yes a gud dance floor!

Simple Joys of Life….

I love smiling…and I take an extra pleasure in making people smile! 🙂 There is nothing like a smile that can brighten a day, make u skip a heart beat, make you come across as a friendly person…all of it… and all it takes is a smile… I believe in the simple joys of life…simple things, thoughtful actions all make me smile.

Having stayed so far away from home and having lived in hostels all through college…that has been my home ground of learning where the it’s the simple joys in life that matter…from that occasional ‘thank you’ notes, to that big bear hug when you are down, to surprise b’day parties, and the waarm fuzzies game all of it made you smile…even those midnite snacks had their special charm!

A while back, me and a friend attended the Sunday mass there was this really sweet girl who was really nt interested in ahem… the mass..but fascinated by this ant trying to make its way under her chair! 🙂 as we watched she quietly slipped down her chair and found a twig to distract the ant from finding it way and she immediately wld drop the twig when the ant came close to biting her & she would continue again..till she got tired of it!..both of us smiled..childlike innocence..i say!there is nothing like it..:D

Life is such..its the simple things..the rains, the leaves rustling in the wind, the familiar fragnance in the wind that reminds u of some1, that long forgotten song… all of those bring a smile to your face! 🙂 I m sure each of us our little stash of things that give us joy..it’s jus that we forget about it.. its always good..to unwind, look for those simple joys.. and do something special that will make some1 else smile…for then and there u find the simple joy’s of life! 🙂

For those special friends……

A lovely forward i once saw on the softboard of my colleague..it made lots of sense… and made me realise it’s my friends who are my family far away from home… they have been there.. from sharing a secret, to lending a shoulder to taking care of me when i have been sick, my friends have stood by me..creating a bond that i knw will go through wear and tear as time goes by..but nothing can break it..for its been sealed with love and sisterhood for a lifetime! 🙂 so here it is to all my friends…or all of you complete me!….
Go ahead and read the forward below..and once u are done..do pass on the message to those special gang of friends…i m sure it will definately be chicken soup for the soul! 😀
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A young wife sat on a sofa on a hot humid day, drinking iced tea and visiting her Mother. As they talked about life, about marriage, about the responsibilities of life and the obligations of adulthood, the mother clinked the ice cubes in her glass thoughtfully and turned a clear, sober glance upon her daughter. “Don’t forget your girlfriends,” she advised, swirling the tea leaves to the bottom of her glass. “They’ll be more important as you get older. No matter how much you love your husband, no matter how much you love the children you’ll have, you are still going to need girlfriends. Remember to go places with them now and then; do things with them. And remember that “girlfriends” are not only your friends, but your sisters, your daughters, and other relatives too. You’ll need other women. Women always do.”

“What a funny piece of advice,’ the young woman thought. “Haven’t I just gotten married? Haven’t I just joined the couple-world? I’m now a married woman, for goodness sake, a grownup, not a young girl who needs girlfriends! Surely my husband and the family we’ll start will be all I need to make my life worthwhile!” But she listened to her Mother; she kept contact with her girlfriends and made more each year. As the years tumbled by, one after another, she gradually came to understand that her Mom really knew what she was talking about. As time and nature work their changes and their mysteries upon a woman, girlfriends are the mainstays of her life.

After 50 years of living in this world, here is what I know about girlfriends:

Girlfriends bring you chicken curry when you need help.
Girlfriends keep your children and keep your secrets.
Girlfriends give advice when you ask for it. Sometimes you take it, sometimes you don’t.
Girlfriends don’t always tell you that you’re right, but they’re usually honest.
Girlfriends still love you, even when they don’t agree with your choices.
Girlfriends laugh with you, and you don’t need canned jokes to start the laughter.
Girlfriends pull you out of jams.
Girlfriends help you get out of bad relationships.
Girlfriends help you look for a new apartment, help you pack, and help you move.
Girlfriends will give a party for your son or daughter when they get married or have a baby, in whichever order that comes!
Girlfriends are there for you, in an instant and when the hard times come.
Girlfriends listen when you lose a job or a friend.
Girlfriends listen when your children break your heart.
Girlfriends listen when your parents’ minds and bodies fail.
Girlfriends support you when the men in your life let you down.
Girlfriends help you pick up the pieces when men pack up and go.
Girlfriends rejoice at what makes you happy, and are ready to go out and kill what makes you unhappy.
Times passes. Life happens. Distance separates. Children grow up. Love waxes and wanes. Hearts break. Careers end. Jobs come and go. Parents die. Colleagues forget favours. Men don’t call when they say they will.

BUT girlfriends are there, no matter how much time and how many miles are between you.
A girlfriend is never farther away than needing her can reach.

Becoming Radha…..

“Radha marks the existence of Krishna, for she is his soul. While the trinity and the three worlds bow to Krishna; Krishna himself bows to Radha. Radha’s beauty, love, devotion and power create the ethics of love.”- i picked these lines from a Times of India article that I was reading…

Ah! such beautiful words that describes this wonderful relationship between Radha and Krishna! It’s not everyday that somebody describes this favorite couple with such ease. Destiny brings with it people and relationships that cant be given names…and life gave me my Krishna…till yesterday I didn’t know how to describe what I felt and shared with you…and these lines just describes you and me perfectly… those lines just put in place what you and me have been trying to figure out!

Through this journey of life, we have shared every day with each other, every emotion, every worry and our lives have become so intertwined that it’s impossible to think of existing without you…. Never have I known such feeling of love for anyone…and never have I trusted someone who my every fear, every joy and every thought I know I can share with you with such ease that….its never been this way with anyone… I know things will change and I will always remain Radha…the one who is always your favorite, the one who will love and knows will be loved…but never be yours!

I, your Radha am sure always be a part of your existence…all I ask hence is to let me love you…and go on loving you…knowing very well that I cant have you!