Thursday, June 1, 2017

Be Happy and Life will blossom!

Be Happy and Life will blossom around you. Be sad or angry and you will feel everything collapsing, resentment, disappointment and depression around you. It is easy to say though, I know! But when you experience it for yourself, you begin to believe in it.

When you are happy you easily let go the control and ignore trivial things, which helps you stay focused on the important things in life. When you are happy, everyone around you is happy. When you are sad and brooding over small things, general mood around you is low. Be that person whose presence can make the environment lively and not that person looking at whom just reminds of sadness and anger.

It is easy to be that person and not sulk all the time! Is this turning into a philosophical blog? Well, I might be in a philosophical mood today Haha! Having felt the brightness in me, overcoming the darkness I felt yesterday, able to let go off uncontrollable things and just letting life be does play an important role in helping you be yourself.

I am not like this always, if you are thinking so while reading this. I am like you, I sulk, I get angry and when I do I throw tantrums and not just tantrums sometimes things too, I get sad, I get depressed, I feel every emotion possible in my bone! May be if I do have to calculate how many times in a month I feel this happy and content, like I do right now, may be not more than 3-5 days at most. Well someone who lives with me can testify this.

But I have realised my happiness is in my control and not in control of the people around me. If I want to be happy, hell they cannot stop me! Nor can they from making them happy because when I am happy people around me are happy.
So what is that secret mantra I use when I feel sad and to get back to my being happy state? It is simple really!

When you are going through a sad or a difficult day, when things are not as you want them to be, just stop doing that regular chore you are bored of, find a hobby that relieves your stress. That could be binge shopping, or just watching a movie on your own (believe me it is fun, and I am not talking about logging into prime video or hotstar, but even that will do if you do not want to step out in the horrible heat!) or just chatting with friends, reading a book, pampering yourself by getting a spa. Well I listed what works for me, but every person is different so chose what relaxes you. Believe me, everyone has such a hobby or I would rather call it an activity that makes you happy. Leave everything else, the world is not going to stop, just focus on what makes you happy!

You might feel grunted at the start that you are wasting time in doing all this when you should be focusing on the task at hand. But in your current mood, you will be wasting time in doing the task at hand and infact might end up doing that one poorly! So give yourself time, give yourself that much needed pampering and appreciation to uplift the mood.

“Push yourself because no one else is going to do it for you!”

This statement stands true whether you want to motivate yourself or just push yourself towards happiness.

So why don’t you give it a try? Make yourself happy today!

Whenever you feel lost or sad or angry, just stay in the moment and don’t rush through the decisions. Just let it be. Things will brighten up once you do!

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

I miss my daily bus journey! #MicroblogMondays

It was almost a year back that I had to take a tough decision of leaving my full-time job. The daily routine changed quite a bit, from hustle bustle to relaxed life. Though it has been quite a busy life afterwards too, and I kept myself busy with part time work. But yesterday, I went to my old office for the last time, at least can be considered, last for now! On the way back I realized, the most important aspect I am going to miss is my bus journeys!
So my first entry for the #MicroblogMondays is going to be about my bus journey and why would I miss them.  

Wondering why I missed my bus journey so much, I pondered deep inside and the best answer I could come up was, A bus is a place where people from different walks of life come together and share a journey. This sharing happens between unknown people, who may or may not have anything in common. Over the period some faces become familiar, some smiles are shared, some discussions get started, phone numbers and facebook profiles are exchanged. Some of them become friends, some just talk during the journey and bid good bye!

For me this bus journey is or rather was a therapy, to forget about my worries after seeing a cheerful face around or after seeing a sad face which reminds me of my sadness and motivates me to forget it. You learn so many things from just seeing the faces around you. 

I have always loved observing expressions and trying to interpret the underlying emotions; listening to conversations and trying to interpret the troubles or happiness of emotions! The bus journey provided me with an amazing opportunity to do so. It helped me unwind, relax and dive deep into my inner thought process. 

Now when I really think of it, I think a bus journey is like our life. We meet unknown people, with some of them we form relationships while others just disappear leaving no mark behind. Just like in life we are trying to achieve something, become someone, establish ourselves, same way in a bus we are trying to reach somewhere. Just like a bus journey, our life journey is also taking us somewhere, sometimes we know where or atleast we plan to reach somewhere, while at times, we change route during the journey. It is funny, how in life we share our lives and time with people around us and in bus we share our journey, our sorrows, our happiness, with quite unknown people travelling with us. 

In the end, I have learnt one thing, this journey of life is quite unpredictable, and we should not try to control it, rather just go with the flow and form bonds while en route to our ultimate destiny!

So you see, how a 1 and 1/2 hour bus journey provoked this post, which was hidden somewhere in me but I was unable to articulate it. Thanks to Melissa for starting this beautiful initiative of #MicroblogMondays and bringing me back to the world of blogging. 

Friday, February 28, 2014

Aaj fir khule aasman ke niche sone ko dil chaahta hai

Today when I was standing in my balcony enjoying the cool breeze after dinner, I closed my eyes and went back to my childhood days when we used to sleep under starry sky in summers. 
I remember this part of my childhood clearly when during the summer time we used to wait for the night to fall, sometimes even for the electricity to go. We used to live in the first floor and had a open terrace all to ourselves. That terrace was our playground, place to sneak in and hide, our abode for holi to throw balloons, flying kites on Teej and many many more things. It also held a different meaning when we used to lie in our beds and sleep under the open and clear sky. With cool breeze blowing, under the starry sky listening to stories from my parents, telling stories about what happened in the school, always mentioning the way my teacher praised me today in the class and then waiting for them to motivate to do better and achieve more. 
I was not someone who used to come first in the class, but I did ok, managed to stay in the top students, being known by name to the teachers, but it was always a dream to stand upto my parents' dream. I can not say I achieved them but like the starry skies which looked like a far fetched dream and  always came closer to me at every night; my dreams have been something close to my heart. 

Today I miss the excitement to finish my dinner and pack up my bag for the next day of school, change into night clothes and rush upstairs to the terrace to help my father prepare the beds for all of us. Sitting with the next door kids and discuss petty things which mattered alot at that age. I miss that innocence and even can't see a glimpse of it in today's kids. 
I do not know if my kids will laugh at me when I tell them the story and my experience about sleeping under open, starry sky, feeling the natural breeze. I do not know if they will ever get to experience that surreal and heavenly experience. 

Even the mornings used to be so beautiful, waking up to the chirping of sparrows and birds, seeing the first ray of sun fall on us and trying to hide from it by pulling the bedspread little more on the face, continued pampering of parents to get up and get ready for school. 

In the hustle bustle of this life, I feel, we are leaving behind a lot of simple things and getting lost in the complications of life. May be life was complicated then also but those complications were so innocent which are missing in today's childhood.

I want to sleep under that starry sky again, I want to see so many dreams again, listen to so many interesting and funny stories again, face the fear of taking test in school again. I want to live with that simplicity again, let go off the complications of today's lives. I want to be that person again, live that life again!!

I think I am asking for too much. What do you think?

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Kaash zindagi aasan hoti..

Writing after a long long time..
I did write but nothing complete to post on this space...

Kaash Zindagi aasan hoti, har khwaab ki apni ek pehchaan hoti.
To yun na aankhein kabhi nam hoti aur na hi dil mein udaasi hoti.
Par un aasuon ki bhi koi wajah hi hogi, har boond ke piche ik hasi chhupi hogi.
Us udaasi ka bhi koi maksad hoga, har tees ke piche ik meetha ehsaas chhupa hoga.

Kaash zindagi mein ik dilbar hota, jisne mujhe dil se chaha hota.
to yun na ye dil intezaar karta, aur na hi nazrein darwaaze pe tiki hoti.
par us intezaar ka bhi koi maksad hoga, har inteha ke piche ik meetha sa dard hoga.
un nazron mein bhi ik bekrari hogi, aur us bekarari ka bhi koi sabab hoga.

Kaash ye zindagi us raat ki tarah hoti, jiske aagosh mein wo subah hoti.
wo subah jab wo mere saath hote, aur main unki baahon mein simati hoti.
par us dilbar ki bhi koi chahat hogi, shayad uski subah kahin aur likhi hogi.
us raat ka bhi koi maksad hoga, jisne unhein jaane par majbur kiya hoga..

Kaash ye zindagi aasan hoti. kaash ye zindagi us raat ki tarah hoti.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Rendezvous with My Terrace

This is a rendezvous with my very dear friend, and my savior in solitude.
The one who hears me aloud, never breaks my trust, and has been there with me forever. But this is not a person instead a place which gives me freedom as much as I want, the span of a sky, the liveliness of the whole world, the chirpiness of the birds, the moonlit nights and the beautiful sun rises and the sun sets.

You must be wondering what is this, who is this and where is this.
This is my terrace, my beautiful and lovely terrace.

The place where I have had lovely childhood memories, which has been with me in my sorrows and my happiness; the part of my home which I treasure the most.
I remember the times when I was a kid, we used to play on the terrace. All the beautiful festivals were celebrated on the terrace be it Holi, Diwali, Baisakhi, Teej. Many kites were flown and caught. Many candles were relighted on a windy Diwali night. Many colour filled balloons were splashed colouring its beautiful walls more beautiful on Holi.
In the night as we used to sleep on the terrace under the open sky, looking at the beautiful sky, I learnt many lessons from my mother about the stars; getting a live practical learning which I can never forget.The early morning on the lovely terrace used to be more lovelier as the birds chirped, and the beautiful sun also woke up to wake me up.
Many times I revised my lessons and narrated it to the terrace aloud, prepared for my speeches to be given in the school, prepared for the acts I was taking part on the annual day of the school.

While sitting on the terrace,many times I got lost in the sky above me while holding a book in my hand. The clouds formed so many formations which I made stories with my imagination as I sat on my dear terrace.

I have always found solutions to my problems as i grew up, my terrace has always been a trusted confidant. The vast sky above has always given me the power to dream beyond. The openess has always given me the ability to realise the power of freedom. My terrace has played a great role in making me who i am today.

But as I move ahead, I realise the skyscrapers are taking my terrace away from me. They are separating my beloved friend from me, taking my confidant far from me.

So I wonder where and how I am going to find a friend like it, a trustworthy friend who never asked anything in return, who always celebrated in my joys, and held me tightly in my sorrows, who helped me take decisions and decide what is right and what is wrong for me.

As I step towards entering the next stage of my life,standing on my own, making a life on my own, I worry will I find this wonderful friend with me wherever I go ; though I doubt but still I pray for it.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

My journey from Panipat to Hissar

My journey from Panipat to Hissar.
Panipat is same as Hissar, in terms of weather conditions and also in terms of infrastructure and all but quite famous for the handlooms and powerlooms. Its always been the summers destination because of my Nanaji and Naniji being there. It was quite hot and as usual the power cuts worsening the situation further so it was no better than being at home. But Home is always the best. And i would bet we all were thinking in our minds, the old proverb in Hindi on our way back "Laut ke budhhu ghar ko aaye" ;-)

We ha
d quite an adventurous journey back home today.Infact always the journey to Panipat has got to to be adventurous atleast on one side. So let me start with my journey stint ;-)

Today we reached the Panipat bus stand at 6 in the morning, and there was a bus scheduled at 6.15, quite a nice bus, so we were happy that journey will go good. The journey started at 6.15, and around 7, the driver noticed a sound coming from the bus's engine, so he stopped to check it and finally declared that the bus can't move further.. so here starts the adventure.

Also another thing to mention, the frequency of buses on that route is quite less, so we waited there for half an hour, when the next bus came and we all got into it, quite a huge rush. My brother had to travel for another one and half hour standing, i got a seat after half an hour, and my mother got half a seat.
This goes till the midpoint of the journey. Then we reach Jind, the mid point actually. There we all got full seats but not for a long time. As another lot was waiting as the previous bus hadn't come, so quite a huge rush got in. So an old fat auntyji, who would be called "Tayi" in typical haryanvi language,requested us to make her fit in :P So me, my mother and tayi we came sitting on 2 seats till Hansi. Then finally the rush got down and we all came till hisar that is actually half an hour journey quite comfortably. So what do you think how was our journey.. ;)

So Home is always the best. And i would bet we all were thinking in our minds, the old proverb in Hindi on our way back "Laut ke budhhu ghar ko aaye" ;-)

Friday, May 15, 2009

Meri Maa

How would you define a mother, a creature called by various names, given various honors.
Who is she, and where has she come from? Does anyone has an answer to this question, if yes then please do tell me, because I am just amazed by the wonderfulness of this lovely creature.

Qualities like patience, love, thankless giving describe such a creature. She is beautiful, not only from outside but full of inner beauty. She is someone who has been compared to and given the honor of being God.

A small poem for this lovely and amazing creature

Nau mahine mujhe apni kokh mein sanjo ke rakha tumne,
har buri nazar se hamesha bachaya tumne,
kaun ho tum aur kisne bheja hai tumko?
ohh ma,
kahan se aayi ho tum,
kahan se itni mamta apne seene mein chhupa ke laayi ho tum.

fir kokh se nikalte hi, meri har dhadkan ,
har ehsaas ko bina kuch kahe hi smjh liya hai tumne,
mere ishaaron ko awaaz di hai tumne,
mere chaaron taraf raksha kavach khada kiya tumne.

ab to btaa hi do kaun ho tum, jo meri har cheekh par yun daudi chali aayi,
mujhe god mein liya utha aur muskaan mere chehre pe le aayi.
meri kilkaariyon ne tumhe khushi se bhar diya,
teri aankhon ki us chamak se mera rom rom khil gya.

ohh ma, meri har zarurat ko smjha tumne,
meri har baat ko suna,chahe fir wo kahi ho ya ankahi,
mere gusse ko bhi saha, aur mere aansu bhi paunchhe,
aakhir kaun ho tum,
jo meri khushi mein bhi jhoom uthi aur fir dukh bhi baanta jab bhi zarurat padi.

kabhi na maanga mujhse kuch, kabhi na kuch kaha,
bas chup chap, haste haste tumne yu hi mujhe ek mukammal insaan bnaa diya.
meri himmat bani jab bhi kadam mere dagmagaaye,
mera hauslaa bani jab bhi nayi disha mein kadam maine badhaaye.

mera sar jhuka hai us bhagwan ke aage aaj,
ki usne diya tere roop mein mujhe ek saathi, ek hamdard, ek dost aur ek sahara.
us bhagwan ke aage main naman hun aaj,
jo di usne mujhe teri kokh, tere aanchal ka saaya aur tere haathon ka dulaar.
nahin to ye zaalim duniya mein nahin jee paati main,
tere astitav ke bina apna astitav nahin dhund paati main.

I dedicate this poem to my mom, and to all the wonderful mothers of this world.

I have realised its very tough to be a mom, to be one who can just keep on giving selflessly. It requires a lot of courage, and a lot of patience. And I just bow to such a wonderful creature that God has created for us. I love you mumma.