So back to some serious blogging after a long spell of light blogging…
It begins like this …. There are so many transitions going in your life… so much to account for …so much for being responsible… so much for being in Twenties….
SO how has Life changed for you after you turned twenty…? Might not have changed much for many of US but I am sure there is still a considerable bunch of people who will agree to what I say.
Some of us have actually experienced a lot… Some of us have actually seen a lot… Life has been an ugly roller coaster ride for some of us… It might have been a beautiful one as well…for some….
It is at this time of my life when I reflect upon the incidents and happenings in the past one and a half year …. I realize how different life was …. And how different life is …NOW…
I feel we were much happier when we were in college… when our future was still indecisive… there was nothing to worry about…
WE are supposed to get a direction to our lives once we settle with our jobs… but ironically things just reverse…. Your life just becomes more difficult… you feel more directionless… you should have some plan and goal in your life (How the hell are you supposed to have when you thought that your job will decide your goal)…
You should not waste any time in your life after that because those years are crucial to your careers… And the additional burden for the female gender… Where the parents think it is their duty to kick the daughters out after 2 years of work experience… (Oops for the wrong tone of the language… But it is true)
I think the entire problem begins when you start thinking or to put it correct “Expecting from life”. Till the point we left our life to our destiny with the best possible opportunity God bestowed on us .. We were happy in whatever we got but the moment we start taking control of our lives … things go haywire… then we enjoyed things…
Because we with our limited thinking can only think of few possible scenarios in life which we think will make our life successful… But God has bigger plans for everyone… We fit in his big schemes without even realizing …
If we did not decide for our life till now; who are we to decide what is good or what is bad for us… who are we to judge about our life’s happiness.
We are just small pieces of puzzle in his BIG jigsaw.
And he has plans for all of us. And I am sure…that although some of us are not happy with the turn of things in their lives but some years down the line … they will have a different opinion.
Best Wishes to all of us!!
Thursday, December 18
I watch them daily…
They come in bunch.. they are running individually as well… some are rushing with their faces contorted in the distant memory of their course syllabi… few are just as merry and gay as if it’s just another day…
Some are accompanied with frenzied friends who are revising every part of syllabi with some paper or notebook in hand… few see it as chance to bungle with the uniform…
They look so cute and decent with double braids … bright red ribbons in them … red check uniform…. Blue sweaters….
So Before you start wondering on whom I am pondering so much… here is the clue….
As I stand waiting for the car in the morning; I see these kids going to the school… and I notice their face expressions … their hands… their walk ….
It is not supposed to be a full blown post …. But just few observations of these kids. I think they are having their exams these days and observing them while they are rushing for their exams is enriching :)
And reminds me of my own school days….
I miss school so much :(
Sunday, December 14
I may not be a lady.....
Apt to the reason for this blog...Impressions... Here is a tribute to the woman ... around all of us....
These are the lyrics of a song.... by Lisa Stansfield.. "All Woman"
He's home again from another day
She smiles at him as hewalks through the door
She wonders if it will be Okay
It's hard for her when he doesn't respond
He says babe you look a mess
You look dowdy in that dress
It's just not like it used to be
Then she says:
"I may not be a lady
But I'm All Woman
From Monday to Sunday
I workharder than you know
I'm no classy lady
But I'm All Woman
And this woman needs a little
love to make her strong
You're not the only one"
She stands there and lets the tears flow
The tears that she's been holding back so long
She wonders where did all the loving go
The love they used to share when they were strong
She says:"Yes I look a mess
But I don't love you any less
I thought you always thought enough of me
I may not be a lady
But I'm All Woman
From Monday to Sunday I work my fingers to the bone
I'm no classy lady
But I'm All Woman
And this woman needs a little love to make her strong
You're not the only one"
He holds her and hangs his head in shame
He doesn't see her like he used to do
He's too wrapped up in working for his pay
He hasn't seen the pain he's put her through
Attention that he paid
Just vanished in the haze
He remembers how it used to be
When he used to say:
"You'll always be a lady'Cause You're All Woman
From Monday to Sunday
I love you much more than you know
You're a classy lady'Cause You're All Woman
This woman needs a loving man to keep her warm"
You're not the only one
You're not the only one
These are the lyrics of a song.... by Lisa Stansfield.. "All Woman"
He's home again from another day
She smiles at him as hewalks through the door
She wonders if it will be Okay
It's hard for her when he doesn't respond
He says babe you look a mess
You look dowdy in that dress
It's just not like it used to be
Then she says:
"I may not be a lady
But I'm All Woman
From Monday to Sunday
I workharder than you know
I'm no classy lady
But I'm All Woman
And this woman needs a little
love to make her strong
You're not the only one"
She stands there and lets the tears flow
The tears that she's been holding back so long
She wonders where did all the loving go
The love they used to share when they were strong
She says:"Yes I look a mess
But I don't love you any less
I thought you always thought enough of me
I may not be a lady
But I'm All Woman
From Monday to Sunday I work my fingers to the bone
I'm no classy lady
But I'm All Woman
And this woman needs a little love to make her strong
You're not the only one"
He holds her and hangs his head in shame
He doesn't see her like he used to do
He's too wrapped up in working for his pay
He hasn't seen the pain he's put her through
Attention that he paid
Just vanished in the haze
He remembers how it used to be
When he used to say:
"You'll always be a lady'Cause You're All Woman
From Monday to Sunday
I love you much more than you know
You're a classy lady'Cause You're All Woman
This woman needs a loving man to keep her warm"
You're not the only one
You're not the only one
...so how cum I reminded of this suddenly... Well apart from the dedication to all women... this blog is also dedicated to a very dear friend of mine ... who sent this song to me... AM not in a mood to elaborate on the occasion when I got this song but anyhow... Thanks for that day :)...You know who you are :)
Saturday, December 13
9 Dec 2008
"Count your life by smiles not tears, count your age by friends not years. "
And that is the reason probably that despite getting a year older again this year; I was overjoyed at my birthday.
Because Birthday is that occasion when you get pampered; loved and felt special; courtesy your dear friends J
This year too my friends kept up the tradition by making the day ultimate special for me. Calls wont’ stop after 12 till 2 in the night. And I was scolded by some of my friends coz whenever they called their call was always on waiting L Sorry dearies… I dint intend to put you on hold.
Messages were streaming and scraps were overflowing. And the special part was the ISD calls. This was the first time when two of my best friends were out of India and they called to wish well in time.
And yes as customary there were few friends who wanted to show that they don’t remember my birthday ; still they were messaging as if its just any other normal day; they even called and talked about everything in the world but just dint wish me. They had their own surprises to keep which they dutifully blown in few hrs J
Although I was not my usual chirpy self with my birthday here and none of my close friends in town. Every single friend of mine with whom I have always spent my birthday: whether exams or no-exams we always met to celebrate my birthday; was out of town. And I was feeling hell sad and missing my friends terribly.
But then you say Friends are Miracle and they did everything possible to make me feel that they are with me J
They called; texted; wrote testimonials; sent flowers; gifts ; and sent their wishes J
And the surprises were awaiting me in office with the customary flowers and cake…. You do it for all you office friends and then when they do it for you … you appear to be surprised and Oh my God I am so happy… you guys are so lovely :P
Anyhow\ ; This birthday was lovely and special and this blog is specially dedicated to those friends who did so much for me J
Love you all!!
There's a miracle called friendship
That dwells within the heart
And you don't know how it happens
Or how it gets its start...
But happiness it brings you
Always a special lift
And you realise that friendship Is God's most precious gift!
And that is the reason probably that despite getting a year older again this year; I was overjoyed at my birthday.
Because Birthday is that occasion when you get pampered; loved and felt special; courtesy your dear friends J
This year too my friends kept up the tradition by making the day ultimate special for me. Calls wont’ stop after 12 till 2 in the night. And I was scolded by some of my friends coz whenever they called their call was always on waiting L Sorry dearies… I dint intend to put you on hold.
Messages were streaming and scraps were overflowing. And the special part was the ISD calls. This was the first time when two of my best friends were out of India and they called to wish well in time.
And yes as customary there were few friends who wanted to show that they don’t remember my birthday ; still they were messaging as if its just any other normal day; they even called and talked about everything in the world but just dint wish me. They had their own surprises to keep which they dutifully blown in few hrs J
Although I was not my usual chirpy self with my birthday here and none of my close friends in town. Every single friend of mine with whom I have always spent my birthday: whether exams or no-exams we always met to celebrate my birthday; was out of town. And I was feeling hell sad and missing my friends terribly.
But then you say Friends are Miracle and they did everything possible to make me feel that they are with me J
They called; texted; wrote testimonials; sent flowers; gifts ; and sent their wishes J
And the surprises were awaiting me in office with the customary flowers and cake…. You do it for all you office friends and then when they do it for you … you appear to be surprised and Oh my God I am so happy… you guys are so lovely :P
Anyhow\ ; This birthday was lovely and special and this blog is specially dedicated to those friends who did so much for me J
Love you all!!
There's a miracle called friendship
That dwells within the heart
And you don't know how it happens
Or how it gets its start...
But happiness it brings you
Always a special lift
And you realise that friendship Is God's most precious gift!
The Nip in the Air.... My Lovely winters :)
Cool breeze…loads of warm clothing… slight nip in the sir… foggy misty mornings… a cup of impetuous coffee...clear blue sky…. Fresh green dewed leaves… chilling atmosphere… ummm a perfect winter morning…the wait to get into your rajai(seems to be heavenly abode) as soon as you get home.
I just love Delhi for its winters.
Delhi …coveted by others as a city of extreme climate… has just amazing winter mornings.
Although the chill gets unbearable at times … but you can brave it well with loads of amazing winter clothing.
Delhi winters are special for me and I have some real cherish able memories for these mornings.
Getting up reluctantly after hearing papa scream for n times. With hurried gestures(papa); laziness engulfed(me) :P papa used to scream in out for me to brush my teeth ; dress up with all the haggling of wearing the scarf; so that we(yes we :) ) can catch our school bus at the correct time; he would make me run with my school bag in his hand ;and then when he finally managed to push me inside the bus he would thrust a rolled parantha in my hand which I would reluctantly finish as I reached school ...The idea of throwing it out of the window never came to my mind then :(
That was long back in 1992 and when I see the school going kids outside I am reminded of those mornings ; each scene vividly etched in my memory :)
Ahh!! Winters make me so nostalgic.
School ended and I was in college; the situation changed to some extent except for the fact that this time I used to be equally tense as there was no school bus but a public transport bus which never waited for me and I had to run and catch. :(
I would stuff myself with extra clothing ; mufflers ; jackets and I used to look like a bloated Pankhri :) and then run for the bus.
The glass panes on the buses, which are otherwise intact, were sure to break in the winters, and the killing cold would come and fill my lungs with ice.
And now While I am working I just see people around and feel such a longing for being in their place. Now I don’t have to bear the cold coz I sit in an air-conditioned office which insulates me from the real weather :(
Ahh...I can go on writing about the winters like that.....
I would end my nostalgia by quoting an article by Santosh Desai(TOI): I did not wanted to reproduce them in my own words :
Can any idea of heaven improve upon the thought of lying snug in bed on a winter morning inside a quilt with a hot cup of tea? There is no feeling as complete or as secure and certainly none where we can savour every passing moment so cloudlessly, almost.
Nothing is sweeter than the gradual browned warmth that seeps into us as we enter icy-limbed into the quilt, and get slowly cooked in our own natural body heat. The clammy separateness of our limbs dissolves into the warm fullness of belonging. The quilt re-circulates our own heat made of cotton, there is nothing intrinsically heat producing about the quilt; all the warmth created is our own. The quilt suspends the warmth in time and we bask in it.
As I write the blog chill breeze comes and sends a shiver through the smoggy evening.
Winter: season of wrapped-up lovelies and mapped-out picnics. And Yes chapped lips are part of the package
:)
I love you Delhi for providing such an amazing climate
:)
I just love Delhi for its winters.
Delhi …coveted by others as a city of extreme climate… has just amazing winter mornings.
Although the chill gets unbearable at times … but you can brave it well with loads of amazing winter clothing.
Delhi winters are special for me and I have some real cherish able memories for these mornings.
Getting up reluctantly after hearing papa scream for n times. With hurried gestures(papa); laziness engulfed(me) :P papa used to scream in out for me to brush my teeth ; dress up with all the haggling of wearing the scarf; so that we(yes we :) ) can catch our school bus at the correct time; he would make me run with my school bag in his hand ;and then when he finally managed to push me inside the bus he would thrust a rolled parantha in my hand which I would reluctantly finish as I reached school ...The idea of throwing it out of the window never came to my mind then :(
That was long back in 1992 and when I see the school going kids outside I am reminded of those mornings ; each scene vividly etched in my memory :)
Ahh!! Winters make me so nostalgic.
School ended and I was in college; the situation changed to some extent except for the fact that this time I used to be equally tense as there was no school bus but a public transport bus which never waited for me and I had to run and catch. :(
I would stuff myself with extra clothing ; mufflers ; jackets and I used to look like a bloated Pankhri :) and then run for the bus.
The glass panes on the buses, which are otherwise intact, were sure to break in the winters, and the killing cold would come and fill my lungs with ice.
And now While I am working I just see people around and feel such a longing for being in their place. Now I don’t have to bear the cold coz I sit in an air-conditioned office which insulates me from the real weather :(
Ahh...I can go on writing about the winters like that.....
I would end my nostalgia by quoting an article by Santosh Desai(TOI): I did not wanted to reproduce them in my own words :
Can any idea of heaven improve upon the thought of lying snug in bed on a winter morning inside a quilt with a hot cup of tea? There is no feeling as complete or as secure and certainly none where we can savour every passing moment so cloudlessly, almost.
Nothing is sweeter than the gradual browned warmth that seeps into us as we enter icy-limbed into the quilt, and get slowly cooked in our own natural body heat. The clammy separateness of our limbs dissolves into the warm fullness of belonging. The quilt re-circulates our own heat made of cotton, there is nothing intrinsically heat producing about the quilt; all the warmth created is our own. The quilt suspends the warmth in time and we bask in it.
As I write the blog chill breeze comes and sends a shiver through the smoggy evening.
Winter: season of wrapped-up lovelies and mapped-out picnics. And Yes chapped lips are part of the package
:)
I love you Delhi for providing such an amazing climate
:)
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