As I speak to my 14 years self now…

What to say?

What to say?

Heylo Divya…. Just wait for a minute. Hush.. stop yelling … can you just stop jumping as well? Why don’t you do something useful? Hey, how to grab your attention?

I know how…! Let me tell your dad.

“Hey, who are you?”

I ‘m your future.

“Why you want to speak to my father?”

As I know you will listen to him and only to him.

“Uh,ho! Don’t you know that he loves me so much that he will not scold listening to someone else’s words? He asked me to enjoy my life the way I want. By the way, playing is not a sin. In fact I gave some time to my mom to relax at home while m here playing hide and seek.”

I will bother you some other time; I know it won’t work now.

“I ‘m too tired, le me go home… Good Bye friends, see you tomorrow.”

“Mom, m back and not hungry.” I know how to ask you to feed me with some food 😉

Knock, knock. Your future here..

“Why can’t you wait, anyway I will come to you after sometime.”

Just want you to keep me in mind.

“Le me get rid of you soon”

“Daddy, I want to ask you something? When I grow up, can I be a Doc?”

“May be I want you to be engineer, like me” said Dad.

Did I actually heard that from daddy? Okay Dad, I will think about it. I ‘m very sleepy, I will go to bed now. Mom, can you please help me with blanket”

“Yes, ‘M in kitchen I will be there is a min or two.”

So, do you have some time for me now?

“Yes, what do you have in store for me?”

Listen to your father as no one knows you better than him.The only message I have with me.

P.S: Not sure why only these lines from me. But I just find them extremely apt.

Its not about "Coin-Richness"

How rich you feel today?

It's not about "Coin-Richness"

It’s not about “Coin-Richness”

Richness of life for me is how well we are celebrating our lives. It comes out of happiness. Of course, everybody has their own opinion about it. Whatever be it; brings great difference to that moment in life and you feel very special about yourselves either by offering or by attaining love of your dear ones.

Yes, I ‘m referring to that moment when you feel instant happy receiving a surprise from your dear one, that small compliment about your looks by your partner, that moment when he shows little concern for you not just when you both are together but also in front of your friends and relatives, that moment when silence speaks and seals the distance between you and your dear friend, that moment when you are remembered by your small niece, that moment when you get to meet your dear friend after a long time, that moment when you jump on road with your iPod listening to your favourite song, that moment you post your blog as a part of DPChallenege, that moment when you prepare complete meal for your mother and see the happiness in her eyes…..and many more. These are THE small moments to cherish as NO ONE can live as much as you can during these times.

How many such incidents did you offer to your dear ones today and how many did you enjoy?
At first let me recall, when my partner thanked me for the early breakfast, a lovely call from my mom, urgent call from my niece – saying she is missing me so much, shhhh.. surprise for my partner a week after for our third month wedding anniversary, I enjoyed new release by Shankar Tucker (I have to dedicate a whole blog section about how mad m about ST Sir and his team), I secretly enjoyed a tea with biscuits this morning, met Maddy last weekend visited her town.
Very often it happens we expect small things, things which can’t be asked but can be expected, mostly inexpensive, a small gesture or token of affection which gives immense satisfaction. And if more such incidents fill our lives, it becomes more interesting and enriching.

Remember to make your dear ones feel special, as if not you non one else can.

This thought of blog was triggered after listening to Jack Jhonson’s – wasting time. And I owe him a big thanks esp. for these wonderful lines:

“Oh but everybody thinks
That everybody knows
About everybody else
Nobody knows
Anything about themselves
Cause their all worried about everybody else”
Have a R.I.C.H Day!

My recent fantasies which were unknown to me…

I ‘m recently married, it’s been just 2 months now. Well, I’m girl who never really dreamt about post married life not that m not interested at all but I never pondered about it much.

My initial phase of post-married life is going good and also strange. Yes, strange yet pleasant. *Touchwood*. These days when I go out with my husband, I get new ideas which I never thought of  before; I unknowingly grip his hand around mine. I don’t say it’s something not good but I never thought I would…. Rarely he reminds me to take away my hand, might be when he feels its lil over-do on my end (he..he) and that’s when I realize.

In India when I usually take the public transport buses, I remember seeing woman who usually board the bus from front door will tell the conductor to collect the money for ticket from her husband ; who might have entered the bus from the rear end. And the woman looks at her man from a distance; indicating the conductor from which person he can take the money. I know I sound crazy.. But I really want to do this once, especially in crowded bus (he.. he 😀 ;)).

Coming to something related to cooking. I don’t believe in the phrase- “The way to reach man’s heart is through his stomach”. I never liked cooking “before wedding”. Half of my lifetime so far, I listened to my mom yelling at me; ‘Please learn how to cook and how to keep house tidy and they are very essential for any girl to live life. How can you survive otherwise?’ I always pretended that I accepted … of course I learnt a bit of cooking as well but really never cared much. Now-a-days I cook and I cook okay, mmm may be better than okay… And I just feel it as miracle. As I’m hooked on to cooking unknowingly. Of course, Experiments do fail but very rarely …

Ya..I agree, he is the better one to comment about it though. 🙂

One more such fantasy that I can recall is husband bringing flowers to his wife in the evening while returning from office (Very Indian way) I don’t want you to misinterpret with the idea of sending bouquet of flowers online… Not jus any flowers, look at the picture below :P. Not the whole lot though! This may sound real funny.   he he.. 😀 I hope one day he will 😉

Blah.. Blah.. that I don’t wanna believe in..

These days I keep listening

It seems only at the beginning

These phones-calls and hush talks

Memorable meetings along with Long walks

Hey! ‘M not afraid

But I wish these moments will never fade

And people also tell

Time comes when we both argue and yell

Now when I listen to your sweet voice through my ear phone

And recollect the taste of your ice cream cone

Honey, you my dear

You are sweeter than sugar

I read it books

Men go by looks

But the feeling of Pride

When you by side

Whispers in to my ears

‘You are lucky and live without fears’

BLAH BLAH….

-D.D

Everyone is special in their own way…

Recently I happened to check with people and browse over internet on different opinions about the statement; ‘Everyone is special in their own way’. Some people say; what makes you stand out in crowd is what makes you special. Some think, every person has a good virtue which makes him special. Few think being famous is what makes them special. Few state, it’s nothing to do with others opinion it all starts from ones thinking about own-self.

Well, I want to redefine the same statement in my own way – The moment you realize everyone around you is special in their own way is when you truly become special (to yourself).

Now that I truly know what makes me special I want to share with you all three Mantra’s to feel yourself special in this world. I happened to discover this, while talking to one of my grandfathers during my recent journey to home town.

He said Be Simple and Be Happy; one can be happy only when they do not compare themselves with others. But then how can one not compare with others?!? Well, do not Judge.

Here is a good & famous story, which I remember reading from Internet a long back. There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away. The first son went in the
winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall. When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen. The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted. The second son said no it was covered with green buds and full of promise. The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen. The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment. The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but
only one season in the tree’s life. He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up. If you give up when it’s winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall. Moral: Don’t let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest. Don’t judge life by one difficult season.

If you think being rich makes you feel special, I would say being rich is same as possessing bag full of gold but rusted coins; until you can help the needy and bring smile on their faces.

If you believe to be famous makes you special; yes it does but how much time you spend with your dear ones?

As the singer Barney sang one his songs..

Your’ re special you’ re the only
one you’ re the only one like you
There isn’t another one in the whole wide world
Who can do the things you do

And it’s up to you what you want others to think about how you are special to them.

You are special as your friends depend on your advice.

You are special because you believe in your dreams.

You are special because you are here today.

And folks, one can’t be compared with another. Your ideas, your life, your background can never with anyone else.

It was rightly said by a famous actress Demi Lovato ; Do not judge me, you know my name, not my story.”

I write…

It’s been just three days since I started writing blogs and posting them as a part of DailyPostChallenge and I must say ‘m liking it. Right from the time I wake up I keep looking for today’s post title. Be it when I wake up in the morning saying to myself – Already morning!?, or be it when I go out of choices on what I need to cook, or be it a topic like Is skipping breakfast good?, or you prefer Work From Home or Office, Topics about life at work or a topic on upcoming festival or about your friends and relatives. Yes, ‘m craving to write about any topic under Sun provided I feel good about what ‘m writing.

So, what writing means to me?

Before I answer this question, I want to say something; I read many books, I read some for fun like Calvin & Hobbes, Ceclia Ahern’s Time Of My life and some to learn secret behind a mysterious plot – Lee Child’s 61 Hours or Girl with Dragon Tattoo, some purely for the good literature which captivates me – Orhan Pamuk’s, The museum of Innocence or Murakami – Kafka on the shore or Disgrace by JM Coetzee. Now that I tried to tell you what I usually read let me tell what type of books give me the pleasure in reading more. Yes, the ones which fall under the last lot- Literature. I like to play with words, I ‘m passionate to know how people experiment with words; I love to re-use in my way and to develop my own writing flair.

I like to write and share… Thank God ‘m a blogger I need not write anything lengthy to publish my post J.(Not that I don’t like to write a book one day).

In one of the posts today I read, written by Christian Mahi referring to link: http://cristianmihai.net/2012/10/14/struggling-artists-and-pain/. He beautifully said “Isn’t it true that we write about the things we had and lost not because of the pain we feel, but because we wish to recapture the moments of joy, to keep the flame alive long after our memories have turned to dust?”

I read this line I re-read and then again and again. Now I remember it forever. Author’s often like Chrstine inspire me to read and of course to write.

Yes, I read and write and I will continue to until my senses die and my thoughts are still alive. I write and I write… D.D

Kindness is my Religion

I would like to share the lighter moments of my visit to China which is the reason to start this blog.
My Alarm didn’t wake me up. My morning meeting time urged me to start ASAP. I got ready, grabbed an apple from fridge with laptop in my back pack, rushed to office. I was completely engrossed in my work until I felt very hungry at one in the noon. Then I have realized that I forgot to get my lunch box which I used to pack daily in the morning after cooking food.

I went for lunch with one of my Chinese Teammates (Ivy). Ivy is a very kind girl, always with smile on her face. We both walked to the food court which was very much nearby. We joined the queue to collect the food. I ordered spinach and rice and Ivy had chosen pork and rice. After paying the bill I took a set of chop sticks for Ivy and a spoon for me. The spoon is very wide, as it is meant to have soup. (I didn’t find any other spoons too.) We sat on the table to have food.

The ambience reminded me of B’lore Infy food courts. When I looked around, I felt nostalgic. Slowly we got into some conversation. I was not able to pay proper attention to her words as I was trying hard to place the spinach on the spoon to have a bite. My appetite was increasing so was my impatience. Ivy observed it and suggested me different ways to have it easier, but still I faced some difficulty in having the lengthy spinach leaves. Ivy took the spoon and tried to show me the easy way but even she failed as the sauce added to the spinach was sticky. She helped me with her chop sticks and placed the spinach on my big spoon and asked me to have.

Let me stop the above narration for a while and take you back to my school days. I’m from an orthodox family and a vegetarian. I was taught at home, that having non veg is against our religious norms and many other things. (I’m emphasizing non veg as my next eg is based on it …;)) This had not only frightened me to see the uncooked meat but also I started to dislike. I never asked or gave thought about it. One day when I was in 6th standard, all our class girls sat in the ground to have lunch. As usual we shared our food with one another. Unknowingly I had non veg from my friend’s box. The moment I got to know that I had non veg I got up and ran to the class room crying. I didn’t know whom I need to blame — myself, my friend or my religious norms??? Bewildered, panicked, disheartened I reached my home.

After I reached home, my mom asked to give my Tiffin box to put it along with vessels to be washed. The moment she took the box from my hand she asked me the reason for not having food. I was frozen with fear and guilt and I couldn’t answer her words other than asking her ‘What punishment would God give if I have non veg food?’ with tears in my eyes. My mom understood the situation happened at school and took me close and held me in her hands. I was even much confused as I expected her to ask me to take shower first, scold me or look down upon me (none of which she did). With a smile on face mom said, “My Love, God will not punish you. He’s is a very kind hearted person and understands His children well. Don’t worry and refresh now. I hope you didn’t have your lunch properly I will prepare nice dosas for you”.
I felt happy as my mom assured me that God will not punish me. At the same time I was confused, as I very well remember my mom told me once, “Having meat is against our religious norms and God will punish those who disobey these norms.”

When I saw Ivy placing the lengthy spinach with her chop sticks, I looked at her, kindness in her eyes, friendly look on her face and more than anything the innocence in her; who has no idea about my religious norms has left me with guilty feeling. With pure heart and affection she was waiting for my acceptance which really made me feel ashamed to think ‘I’m I supposed to have or shall I deny???’ For that moment I completely ignored all the thoughts running in my mind and accepted the bite of spinach that was dropped on to my spoon from Ivy’s chop sticks.

It is like one among the many situations where in we often get confused to choose in between religious/family norms and humanity/kindness? The best way to choose is at times giving up our values for the sake of godliness or goodness and still being happy and content seeing the happiness in other person’s eyes.

The example I came up with was very small but the intensity of discrimination varies from sharing food to the impact of choosing a life partner if he/ she belongs to other religion as afraid of elder’s rejection. When the entire world is stepping towards globalization, it was sad to note that there are people in and around us who are still superstitious (even if not required). I have nothing to say other than showing sympathy for such people. As rightly said one can’t choose their family and background.
Children are very tender and will obey to their elders’ words. Just recollect – have you not ate food with fear when your mom said , ‘If you don’t eat food, the witch will take you away?’ Can the same kind of methods be implied to teach children about religion?
We have every right to follow our religious policies but at the cost of others’ happiness?
Give it a thought…

I have decided from my experiences that I will follow my religion but also I will take care not to hurt others’ feelings… If at all I compromise I will gain pleasure looking at the happiness in the eyes of the other person.
I belong to the religion called Kindness and you?
-D.D

P.S – My intention is not to hurt anyone’s feelings. My apologies in case I had…

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