However hackneyed it may sound, but I do want to talk something about me being happy about being alive today. I always get this dream or say image, whenever i close my eyes that there is this huge universe full of celestial bodies, tiny dots spread all over and am just falling down, into an abyss. And then I just fall down on the ground and upon opening my eyes, I see lush green trees, mountains, birds, water. And there I am, alive. It might sound funny but its something which makes me feel vibrant and joyous. The very fact that I can sense, feel and emote. Time that am experiencing, which is never going to come back. You may call me an atheist as I don't pray everyday or ask God to fulfill my wishes. But whenever I get this feeling, I thank that force, which is there somewhere, for giving me the opportunity to live.
Another thing which keeps me going is that each one of us has a hidden desire in our hearts. Something which we secretly wished could come true. Something we wish comes true one day. For me, it is to learn a dance form. Any dance form. Times when I am alone, I still try to copy nice dance steps from movies, shows, stage performances. Some day, I hope to learn and express that out. I get amazed by people with swift bodies and nimble feet, their ability to freely swing their bodies and souls to the tune of music. I so wish to learn to imbibe that energy, that stance, that elegance. Some day.
I do feel am lucky, I really do. Lucky enough to be hale and hearty, lucky enough to have a loving family, lucky enough to live each day experiencing the various shades of life.
I remember when I was to join my engineering college, me and my family faced an accident while on way. We were hurt, dad had a fracture, I was sad and angry with God. Mom said, this is just to satisfy all evil. Now you will have a beautiful time ahead. So true. I had the most beautiful days of my life in those 4 years. Times which are so close to my heart. That made me feel, in every wrong, there is a right, somewhere.
Life is so precious. Each moment is a journey in itself. Each day is to enjoy to the fullest. Each day is a learning, an experience.
Today when I am sitting alone in my room, miles away from my folks, I look back to see how we don't realise how vital those little somethings are which people do for us, just like that. That cup of tea which Mom brings in the room, that naughty smile from our siblings when they take our stuff without asking, that pocket money by Dad even though we start earning, that warm hug in the mornings by that special someone to kick start the day. Its bliss. Its paradise. Its Life, as we call it.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Nani...one of the most cherished chapters of my life
Since childhood, I have been pretty close to my Nani. I almost couldn't let the fact sink in when she left us for heavenly abode. But then, as it happens with all of us, I got busy with life. I was just about to start the major phases of my life - Marriage and Work. And then I never could look back and think about those beautiful days I had spent with her.
But today I want to take a pause and tell her, if she is there somewhere looking at me, that she has been one of those people in my life I have been closest to and loved her deeply. I remember her being ill once and she was staying with us for her medication. When Mom used to give her fruits to eat, she would keep passing them one by ine to me while I was studying next to her. Her wrinkled arms were so soft that me and my sister used to keep holding on to her arms all the time. She used to call me Bubly (the Nani and Bubly combo from a famous TV serial then, Swabhimaan).
She was the only one in my family who used to ask me what kind of guy you want for yourself, do you like someone :). When it was time for her to meet the one, she passed away just before that. But I know she was up there, blessing us, when we tied the knot.
I loved Nani, for her simplicity, her courage, her very advanced thoughts for her generation, her beauty, her unconditional love for all her family members, her naughtiness, her decision making power...she was a fantastic soul, a great human being.
I dont want to recall the time when she left us as that would make me sad and I know she wouldn't want me to be sad. But I do want to recall all those moments I have spent with her, all her radiance, the impact she had on me as a human being, the bond we shared. Love you Nani..
But today I want to take a pause and tell her, if she is there somewhere looking at me, that she has been one of those people in my life I have been closest to and loved her deeply. I remember her being ill once and she was staying with us for her medication. When Mom used to give her fruits to eat, she would keep passing them one by ine to me while I was studying next to her. Her wrinkled arms were so soft that me and my sister used to keep holding on to her arms all the time. She used to call me Bubly (the Nani and Bubly combo from a famous TV serial then, Swabhimaan).
She was the only one in my family who used to ask me what kind of guy you want for yourself, do you like someone :). When it was time for her to meet the one, she passed away just before that. But I know she was up there, blessing us, when we tied the knot.
I loved Nani, for her simplicity, her courage, her very advanced thoughts for her generation, her beauty, her unconditional love for all her family members, her naughtiness, her decision making power...she was a fantastic soul, a great human being.
I dont want to recall the time when she left us as that would make me sad and I know she wouldn't want me to be sad. But I do want to recall all those moments I have spent with her, all her radiance, the impact she had on me as a human being, the bond we shared. Love you Nani..
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
The Romantic Comedies!!
I am a die hard romantic comedies buff when it comes to movies. I dig them up from the movie libraries when I start running out on them. There is something about romantic comedies which makes you feel light and happy. A fantasy world within the realms of practicality. You can relate to the plot though knowing it is too good to be true. The sub plots of the cities, workplace, friends, home, travel are things you see in your day to day life yet the story which ravels around it is a mushy, cozy fantasy which you enjoy living for those 2 hours while you watch.
I simply loved P.S.I love you. It took my understanding for love to a different level all together. It helped me value the fact that am blessed to have my loved ones around.
Kate and Leopold is another favorite. No one does it like Meg Ryan. She is amazingly natural. And the idea of meeeting a duke from the 18th C was super cool. I can watch this one umpteenth times.
Can't miss 50 First dates here. Though its a bit too mushy and over the top, I like it for Adam Sandler. I like it for show casing that how ever much effort it takes to make life beautigul for th eone you love, its worth it in the end....
Bridget Jones needs a mention. There are thousands of women who can relate to Renee, her efforts and her after efforts to cover up the mess. It has happened for almost all of us at certain point of time.
These movies always leave a positive and nice after effect. At times they are pretty helpful to resolve a fight with my husband as they mellow me down and him too (if he watched them too) and make us feel lets patch up ya, we are being so stupid :)
My idea of a perfect Friday evening is watching a nice romantic comedy with my husband and a glass of wine...good food follows :D
I simply loved P.S.I love you. It took my understanding for love to a different level all together. It helped me value the fact that am blessed to have my loved ones around.
Kate and Leopold is another favorite. No one does it like Meg Ryan. She is amazingly natural. And the idea of meeeting a duke from the 18th C was super cool. I can watch this one umpteenth times.
Can't miss 50 First dates here. Though its a bit too mushy and over the top, I like it for Adam Sandler. I like it for show casing that how ever much effort it takes to make life beautigul for th eone you love, its worth it in the end....
Bridget Jones needs a mention. There are thousands of women who can relate to Renee, her efforts and her after efforts to cover up the mess. It has happened for almost all of us at certain point of time.
These movies always leave a positive and nice after effect. At times they are pretty helpful to resolve a fight with my husband as they mellow me down and him too (if he watched them too) and make us feel lets patch up ya, we are being so stupid :)
My idea of a perfect Friday evening is watching a nice romantic comedy with my husband and a glass of wine...good food follows :D
Take a Pause!!
Today...
Take a pause...
Before you begin the day yet again with the same old cereals for breakfast, same boring newspaper, wearing the same old formal clothes, same road full of traffic to office, same lift pulling you up to your same old cube facing the same old, hackenyed, boring Outlook blinking with mails and calendar full of meeting invites....
Look at the bright sun, the humming bird, the swaying trees, the playing kids, the cool breeze, life as we know it...
Call up your loved ones, mom dad, siblings, friends, spouse (if they are not with you), and say you love them a lot and glad they are there in your life, the difference they make...the happiness you feel when you get to see them...
Wear something nice and different, have something good to eat, pamper yourself, smile as you start your day, wave at your collegues before they do....praise the suboordinate
Don't wait for enjoyment to knock your door...enjoy the moment as you live it as this can be the end of life as we know it...
Take a pause...
Before you begin the day yet again with the same old cereals for breakfast, same boring newspaper, wearing the same old formal clothes, same road full of traffic to office, same lift pulling you up to your same old cube facing the same old, hackenyed, boring Outlook blinking with mails and calendar full of meeting invites....
Look at the bright sun, the humming bird, the swaying trees, the playing kids, the cool breeze, life as we know it...
Call up your loved ones, mom dad, siblings, friends, spouse (if they are not with you), and say you love them a lot and glad they are there in your life, the difference they make...the happiness you feel when you get to see them...
Wear something nice and different, have something good to eat, pamper yourself, smile as you start your day, wave at your collegues before they do....praise the suboordinate
Don't wait for enjoyment to knock your door...enjoy the moment as you live it as this can be the end of life as we know it...
Living The American Dream
Its been 5 months now since I am in the US. 5 very wierd months of my life. The American dream which was there in my mind came to reality in a very strange way. And more so after meeting the ASCDs of life here (the American Staying Confused Desis). I met so many folks of my country who are living here with or without their family and what struck me the most was that they have lost that zing which you would see in any Indian if you meet them in India. They are unsure about the right code of conduct, the right rules and the right behavior in American standards. America is a country driven by rules. You even are told to turn left if there is only a left turn possible on a road. Nothing is implicit. So you are expected to do so many things in a way which is totally different that how you would do in India. You do not have the luxury of spilling even a drop of water in your house as you cant dry it unlike the India houses where the day starts with cleaning the house with buckets full of water. You cannot do lot of pooja in the house as fire alarm can catch the smell of the incense sticks.
What I now am able to understand is why our older generation declines the offer of settling down with thier children who are working or staying in US. I really used to wonder why dont they move and adapt to the change. But now I know why. I can relate to the emptiness you develop once you are living in a country which is not your own. The race for earning as many dollars possible takes away the charm of living and enjoying the Indian lifestyle from us, the yonger generation. Even if we would not have touched the western clothes in our country and grew up wearing salwar suits and sarees, we would wear the western clothes however much uncomfortable we are in them. I cant understand why. Why can we not showcase our culture along with our talents.
I met the kids of many Indians here. Kids who cannot speak in their mother tongue, who didnot even say Hi when i met them probably because they didn't consider me cool enough. I asked them to play with me and pat came the reply, "No way, bye bye you Funny thing". I didn't know whom to blame. I felt sorry for the kids and the parents, that’ s all I could do.
But the question is where are we heading. No one wants to go back as they think they are making huge money. But is it really true. The rupee dollar parity does not say so. It is not worth what we are missing atleast. Mending a shoe costs 50 dollars here which might be just 5 bucks in India. To save an exorbitant amount, one has to live a real ordinary life here, much less in comfort than what one would back in his home country. And if you are living with your family, I don’t see it worth the effort with the expenses involved.
I want to go back to my country and I will. I believe in India Shining and I know I will have a very comfortable and luxurious life in my country. But my message to all those ASCDs would be to stop and think once, the true colors of life are back there, in your mother country. Go back before she abandons you..
What I now am able to understand is why our older generation declines the offer of settling down with thier children who are working or staying in US. I really used to wonder why dont they move and adapt to the change. But now I know why. I can relate to the emptiness you develop once you are living in a country which is not your own. The race for earning as many dollars possible takes away the charm of living and enjoying the Indian lifestyle from us, the yonger generation. Even if we would not have touched the western clothes in our country and grew up wearing salwar suits and sarees, we would wear the western clothes however much uncomfortable we are in them. I cant understand why. Why can we not showcase our culture along with our talents.
I met the kids of many Indians here. Kids who cannot speak in their mother tongue, who didnot even say Hi when i met them probably because they didn't consider me cool enough. I asked them to play with me and pat came the reply, "No way, bye bye you Funny thing". I didn't know whom to blame. I felt sorry for the kids and the parents, that’ s all I could do.
But the question is where are we heading. No one wants to go back as they think they are making huge money. But is it really true. The rupee dollar parity does not say so. It is not worth what we are missing atleast. Mending a shoe costs 50 dollars here which might be just 5 bucks in India. To save an exorbitant amount, one has to live a real ordinary life here, much less in comfort than what one would back in his home country. And if you are living with your family, I don’t see it worth the effort with the expenses involved.
I want to go back to my country and I will. I believe in India Shining and I know I will have a very comfortable and luxurious life in my country. But my message to all those ASCDs would be to stop and think once, the true colors of life are back there, in your mother country. Go back before she abandons you..
Friday, March 7, 2008
Ear infection for 10 bucks!!
A small tip of the day:
Most of us have seen cotton ear buds being sold on the traffic signals for not more than 10 bucks. Now, never ever think of buying them. Reason being, these ear buds are made from used blood stained or infected cotton from the hospitals which are then bleached and used to make these buds. One can imagine how dangerous it is to use them!
So just remember before you get tempted to buy these ear buds from road side that you are actually buying Herpes Zoster Oticus (a viral infection of the inner, middle, and external ear) of the ear for a mere 10 Rs.
Most of us have seen cotton ear buds being sold on the traffic signals for not more than 10 bucks. Now, never ever think of buying them. Reason being, these ear buds are made from used blood stained or infected cotton from the hospitals which are then bleached and used to make these buds. One can imagine how dangerous it is to use them!
So just remember before you get tempted to buy these ear buds from road side that you are actually buying Herpes Zoster Oticus (a viral infection of the inner, middle, and external ear) of the ear for a mere 10 Rs.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Memories of Dunagiri Temple
It is only March right now and Hyderabad has started heating up already. This is the first time for me in this city at this time of the year though I have spent quite some time here since last May. The sun is hot and big by 8 AM itself and am thinking of ways to beat the heat all day through. It is this moment when I get reminded of the beautiful spring it used to be in Kumaon where I spent 4 years of my life for my Engineering. The whole valley would be covered with long climber roses (infact that’s the only place where I saw roses in climbers) everywhere. The weather would be pleasant enough to go for long walks up and down the terrain in the evenings. Infact, it wouldn’t be a surprise if you find a few cupid struck couples (with the “We are just friends” tag) making the best utilization of their times “studying nature” in those valleys.
But jokes apart, Kumaon was a beautiful place to be in all seasons. The winter also wouldn’t be that harsh because there would be nice sunny bright days to compensate for the chilly nights. And a coffee prepared on the heater at midnight would be the ideal thing to do, especially when you are burning the midnight oil “studying” with the whole group of friends.
Talking of the summers, I remember going frequently to the Dunagiri Temple. It was located 20 km away from Dwarahat, the town nearest to my institute. It used to be one of the most comfortable outings for us especially during any festival to pay homage to Maa Durga (I do have my wishes come true which I made there). The temple was on the top of a mountain from the Himalaya range and it took 500 steps to cover the distance. Reaching up there, one would find a beautiful and serene view of the Dwarahat town down the valley most of the times covered with clouds. Huge trees and beautiful flowers surrounded the temple and the whole place had a calmness to itself. I remember sitting in the grasslands for hours with friends chatting. By the time it was evening, there would be a wonderful wind blowing around and you would feel you are so close to God. Dunagiri temple also had a Bhandara facility and even today am not able to find a reason as to why that curry without any spices or onions used to taste so good.
There were many other places to visit in Kumaon but I felt nothing could beat a trip to Dunagiri. Especially for the trekking freaks, who would somehow find a way through the hills and mountains to reach to the top.
Now am far from that place but still the memories of the wonderful days visiting the Dunagiri temple are as fresh as the morning sun and I do wait for the day when I will go there again.
But jokes apart, Kumaon was a beautiful place to be in all seasons. The winter also wouldn’t be that harsh because there would be nice sunny bright days to compensate for the chilly nights. And a coffee prepared on the heater at midnight would be the ideal thing to do, especially when you are burning the midnight oil “studying” with the whole group of friends.
Talking of the summers, I remember going frequently to the Dunagiri Temple. It was located 20 km away from Dwarahat, the town nearest to my institute. It used to be one of the most comfortable outings for us especially during any festival to pay homage to Maa Durga (I do have my wishes come true which I made there). The temple was on the top of a mountain from the Himalaya range and it took 500 steps to cover the distance. Reaching up there, one would find a beautiful and serene view of the Dwarahat town down the valley most of the times covered with clouds. Huge trees and beautiful flowers surrounded the temple and the whole place had a calmness to itself. I remember sitting in the grasslands for hours with friends chatting. By the time it was evening, there would be a wonderful wind blowing around and you would feel you are so close to God. Dunagiri temple also had a Bhandara facility and even today am not able to find a reason as to why that curry without any spices or onions used to taste so good.
There were many other places to visit in Kumaon but I felt nothing could beat a trip to Dunagiri. Especially for the trekking freaks, who would somehow find a way through the hills and mountains to reach to the top.
Now am far from that place but still the memories of the wonderful days visiting the Dunagiri temple are as fresh as the morning sun and I do wait for the day when I will go there again.
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