Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Life is like a dream ...

Nishant was fast asleep in his bed. He had a very tiresome day. He felt a soft hand on his shoulder. In some time, the hand was shaking him up, trying to wake him up. He opened his eyes, he thought he must have overslept and his mom would be very wild at him. 

As he opened his eyes, he heard a chorus "surpriseee!!!" . He could see his Mamma and Papa, with a small chocolate cake, with "Happy birthday Nishant" on top. It was his birthday. There were 8 candles on the top, one for every wonderful and lovely year he had lived on this earth. His parents sang "happy birthday to you . May God bless you" with the soft music of Casio which his father bought for him as his birthday gift. One could easily spot his happiness, he was almost grinning ear to ear.

He cut the cake with his small hands. His happiness had no bounds. He quickly made his parents eat the piece he had cut. After the short but very sweet celebration, he was asked to sleep, so that they could enjoy the next day. He woke up, and eagerly rushed through his morning routine. He rushed downstairs. His Mother had prepared his favourite breakfast, aalu parantha with chutney and dahi, just the way his grandmother used to make. His mother taking a day off from work to spend the full day with him was like a cherry on cake. As he sat at the table, he was surprised to see his dad reading newspaper patiently. He had never seen his dad in recent times being so laid back. In fact he hardly got to see him, as his parents used to get off to work before he wakes up and generally back only way past his bed time.

As he sat there having breakfast, he began to plan his day , the places he would like to visit with his parents, the games he would love to play with them. He had so many things to do. He did not want to waste time at all.

Just as he finished his breakfast, the phone rang. It was his grandparents' , calling to wish him. They could easily make out the joy in their grandson's voice. He quickly took his shower, which he insisted that his mom should not help, he was grown up now :D , but she convinced him as she hardly got chance to spend time with her son. He was happy indeed, to see him mom comb his hair. No one took so much interest to make sure the line on his forehead formed at the parting of hairs was perfect or not. He loved it when she chose to be so perfect.

All set he was, for 'his' day.

Just then , he heard a buzzing sound, he could not help but get annoyed . It was not stopping at all. It was some kind of a ring, he realized that it was his alarm and it was morning. Poor child , it was all his dream. He woke up, and yes, it was his birthday. He quickly brushed his teeth and rushed down.

It was just another day. His parents had left already. The maid was busy preparing his breakfast. She wished him a very happy birthday, and handed him the huge collection of presents, which he threw aside and got ready for his school not showing his disappointment.

As he walked past the playground and watching lots of kids playing, he saw a person singing on the road a song called ... 

"Life is like a dream"





Saturday, January 16, 2010

Signs ...

Do you believe in signs? I am not really sure if I do. I had few incidents that made me stop believing in them, thinking that a decision or a feeling could possibly be taken or felt depending on random signs, that "just happened" to match the thought which you had earlier.

But how come that, sometimes a thing happens that you don't give a lot of thought. And then, it happens again, so you pay attention to it. And then that forces itself to show up once more, so it finally attracts your curiosity. And just like that, it gets a spot in your awareness of surroundings. The thought stops . So you wonder but you do not over do it , until it comes back but this time, with some signs , all related to the subject but in different forms. Wouldn't you think... what does this mean ?

So do I believe in signs? I don't know... I am very tempted to... I would like to believe so... , despite the fact how misleading they could be, I am attracted to the thought.




Monday, December 28, 2009

Happy Birthday ... :)


My blog and I turn 1 and 22 respectively today on Dec 28th  ... :)
 

Its birthday time ... :)


Happy birthday to my dearessssstttttttt blog ... :)



A very beautiful poem by my friend Vishal ...

On your birthday

Celebrations ! Merry time for all we chums
Felicitation! For the special day yet again comes
Every year the day comes with that aging cue
My heartily congrats to you Eku on turning twenty two
Its not a matter of those piling up years
But the jocund time with all your near and dears
For it's the time to cherish the friends precious and rare
For the ones who dare for you, for the ones who care
In the world of fancies, joviality and fay
With a heart filled with mirth, still so young and gay
With richness and beauty all your moments be rife
With all fun and joy, may you live a longer happy life
Happy birthday





Thanks Vishal for this beautiful poem :)

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Title nu maaro goli ... jo marji soch lo title ...

When some things happen or someone says something unexpectedly or innocently, you cannot help but laugh at the situation. A similar incident happened with me last evening.

I wen to my tailor yesterday. She had stiched a suit of mine but there was a minor problem with the suit's neck. So I went there to get it altered and then what Aunty told me was this .... "Eku , shaam ko aa jana . Gala kaat ke haath mein de dungi" :D 


P.S ... This is a repeated post. I have republished it. Why? That I don't know. Main yeh pagalpan karti rehti hun :P


P.P.S ...Sorry for not commenting on your posts these days. I am not at home and I am not able to comment on your posts from here. I'll be back soon to your blogs. Take care :)

Thursday, December 17, 2009

A quote to share ...

"I have a habit of changing the channel when a song , that I am enjoying too much , is about to get over because I don't like that feeling, the feeling of the song getting over, a song that I was enjoying so much...so I switch to something else just before the end....I am just worried...'coz when this beautiful song of life will be about to end.....I'lll have no channels to switch to....."






Friday, December 4, 2009

Silent Conversations .... :)

Priya lost her voice at a very young age. She was attacked by some strangers and in the process they ruined her vocal box. Her mother cried when she came home all bloodied and bruised. Her mother began to weep when she opened her mouth to say something, but nothing had come out. She struggled to speak her feelings, to tell the world how she felt. She tried so hard to get her vocals back, she tried so hard to tell someone how she felt, but they didn’t know what she said.


Inside her mind she could scream when she was angry. Inside her mind she could laugh when she was happy. Inside her mind she could cry when she was sad. Inside her mind she could sing along to songs when she heard their familiar tunes. Inside her mind she could speak of her deepest feelings and secrets. But only inside her mind.


“Hey,” he said as he sat next to her on the  bench .She gave him a smile of acknowledgment as she watched the grass sway with the wind and the birds fly across the sky. They did this everyday, sitting and looking at everything around  them , enjoying the beautiful nature God has created. 





“Did you know today’s the last day that the birds will be here until next year?” Amit said as he heard them sing while passing by. She looked at him in shock and then waved to flying birds.


“Why?” she silently asked waving her hands.


“Migration, soon it’ll be too cold for the birds to survive here. So they fly off to somewhere warmer where they’ll be happier,” he said answering back the question he knew she asked. She gave him a nod of understanding and looked at the empty trees. She frowned at the quietness of the trees. He watched her eyes and read her emotions like an open book. Priya and Amit were friends for 3 years now. Amit could very easily understand what Priya wanted to say every time . If only she opened up a little more he could read the words she felt. She pointed to the empty field and looked at him with the frown still on her face.


“It’s empty” she silently stated.


“Yeah, it is empty without the birds, but they come back every year,” he smiled. She tilted her head as questions raced through her head. Her eyes continued to stare into his in hope. Could he hear her? She pointed to the bare trees.


“It’s dull,” she silently stated again this time waiting for his answer. He stared at her with his eyebrows raised.


“I know, but the trees become dull so that when winter comes, everything can be white and covered in snow. It’s just as beautiful as golden and red leaves in autumn,” he said answering the statement her eyes said. She looked at him with a shocked expression.


“Can you hear me?” Priya asked screaming in silence. Amit only smiled and nodded his head.


“Only if you tell me,” he said. She gave him a wide smile and told her stories which she always wanted to share with someone with her eyes :)





P.S  It is for the first time that I have written a story. Do tell me , how is it and should I try writing a story again? And please suggest a title to this post.



Thursday, November 19, 2009

Silence ....


At times words falls short to express or feelings. Then it is silence, which overtakes and speaks our heart out creating those magical moments of our life.

Silence is a sign of love…
When the only sound you can hear is the breath of your partner and words fall short to express your love to your partner, then you just hear that silence with the sign of joy, a sign of shyness :)

Silence is a sign of adore…
When a mother adores her newborn baby in her hands for the very first time, she goes speechless. A tear flow down her beautiful eyes overwhelmed in joy followed with a wonderful everlasting smile…:)

Silence is a sign of pride…
When you hand over your first salary to your parents and touch their feet, their happiness goes beyond what words can express ever. Then it’s their wishes from their heart and eyes filled with joy in science gives your life a meaning :)

Silence is a sign of tension…
When you enter the examination hall and the moment when you wait for the question paper. Your hands more chilled than that of ice, your lips shivering and having goosebumps. No kind of notice and only silence reigns in the examination hall with a few indifferent glances to each other :O

Silence is a sign of gratitude towards your loved ones….
When your wife gives birth to your child, you are called in to see your little cuddly muddily baby, as you look and hold him/her in your hands the feeling of ecstasy of being a father reflecting on your face with that smile, and a thank you expression on the face for your wife, its choooooooooo very cute. Silence then is the best way to communicate. I saw that gratitude when my brother saw his daughter for the very first time. Its divine :)

Silence is a sign of being with yourself...
When you are listening to your favourite songs on your cell phone in a silent moonlit night , those words of the song which you connect with yourself , at that time this silence connects you with yourself  :)


Sometimes silence is very necessary for us to hear our inner voices. Often silence makes people uncomfortable accustomed as they are to the noise but silence is all about coming home to ourselves.


P.S ... I'm not able to read and comment on your posts. I am a bit busy. I'll be back by 24th and then read all your posts. Take care. God bless :)

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Look for God in others ... :)

I received this story as a forwarded mail recently.  I don't know who wrote it but the story is profound and worth sharing. Hopefully , it will inspire us all to reach out to others :)




One day, when I was a freshman in high school,
I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.
His name was Kyle.


It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.' I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. 

 
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.
He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks.' They really should get lives. 'He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!' There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. 

I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. 

We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday! 'He just laughed and handed me half the books. 

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.. When we were seniors we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous! 

Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!' He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. 'thanks,' he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began.. 

"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends... I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."

I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told them about the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. 'Thankfully, I was saved.My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.'

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.



Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture of yours, you can change a person's life ; for better or for worse. God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others :)

Monday, November 2, 2009

Those were the best days of my life... :)

This one's for all of them who will never go back to school again . . . 




 

Sitting in my room and staring at the picture of my school group photo at the wall in front of me , I was actually looking at the wonderful collection of memories of those years. Those ordinary moments that I had spent in those 12 years...the moments which now seem so special ! Colg days are special but school days have always been more special to me than colg days.


The years spent in my school were clearly the most treasured ones. All those years we had been wanting to grow up and now that we finally have, we wish if we were small toddlers going to that school again....Each and every smallest function or event is vividly embedded in my memory.


Those jokes... regardless of how silly they were which I know now, seemed so funny at that time. Those little arguments with friends....now seem so sweet. Every punishment is now bearable and every scolding now rings like a song ! I know some of my classmates, who even weeks after passing out of school, would just wait and wander around the school or simply
stand and look at the school building. I do that too when I go back to my city where I lived , where I studied . We still ask each other of the simplest of excuses to go back there again.



I miss my teachers....the juniors and even the classrooms where we once had the most enjoyable times. I miss the morning assembly and that 2pm bell which announced our 'freedom' from school....only now, I would exchange that freedom for anything, to be back in that same classroom :(


I miss those fun-filled recess times and those painful exams. I miss those last night studies and those after-exam "aaah's" and "oh no's". I miss those competitions in the school where each had to outdo his or her best friend. I miss those Sports days and those Annual days. I  miss so much of that everything which was my life for those 12 years, which I had to let go in so short a time.


Those 12 years seem so short now like a dream that just blinked out! I can see myself and my friends making every attempt to keep some share of those priceless memories and we still do that on Facebook or Orkut. I remember a friend of mine uploading a school picture on Facebook some months back and almost whole of our class was commenting on that picture.
That was sweet. One picture brought the whole class together :)

Memories....Scrabooks....Diaries....Photographs and what not ! 



And the farewell ceremony....Oh how tearful it was ! And then someone had said,"Hey, do you realise that this is the last function of our school life ?" Everybody turned to him...glaring, as if to say, "Yeah, we knew that! But thanks for reminding that piercing truth. Huh! :X"

Why can't life be like my DVD player? You can just 'rewind' from here !" 



For me, those years are priceless. I can just not forget those days.
In the words of Bryan Adams, "Those were the best days of my life . . . "


And although I wish that all our lives are happy and enjoyable . One thing is for sure : Life was never the same again . Life will never be that good again . Never !


Miss those days so much :(
But cherish those years, those memories :)