Saturday, July 30, 2011

MOTHER





She is so beautiful
And so full of care
She has a virtue
That's so rare.

A heart so big,
Always with a helping hand
A smile to match
That's her magic wand.

She is an actor
Who dons many a role
She is a giver
And a fountain of love.

She takes the burdens
Without a flinch,
Like the Mother Earth
She doesn't feel the pinch.

She teaches, she moulds
She protects and she sculpts
She gives us wings,
And a gentle nudge.

She believes in her kids
Fulfills their every wish
Oh! Dear Mother,
You are a precious gift.



Friday, July 29, 2011

TREASURES IN YOUR LIFE

Come join us on a fantastic blog hop that brings together bloggers of all genres, backgrounds and locations.





My world rotates around me. I am the center or the nucleus of my world. So, it is important that I value myself. I love, respect and accept myself.

"You must love yourself before you love another. By accepting yourself and fully being what you are, your simple presence can make others happy."


My family defines me – Who I am? My kids define the mother I am, my husband defines the wife I am, my parents define the daughter I am…and so on. Each relationship defines a facet of me and all these facets together make me whole – the person I am. And, I learn something from each relationship....and importantly I cherish the love showered to me by others.

"A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he/she knows that you are slightly cracked." Bernard Meltzer

My friends are a constant in my live. They may change individually but our equations with each other do not change. I am blessed to have formed some lasting friendships. I do not have ‘a’ best friend, I have best friends…..they are my support system, my reality check.

I also treasure my books. I am possessive about them. They are inspiration and my solace.

My memories, my experiences, my trials and triumphs, my faith and beliefs………these are all a part of me, which make me and so I treasure them.


"The greatest treasures are those invisible to the eye but found by the heart." Marrie Williamson

Please visit my fellow bloggers on this tour and enjoy!




Thursday, July 28, 2011

YIN-YANG



YIN-YANG

I am thirst
     You are the rain,
I am heart
     You are the pain.

I am the body
    You are the soul,
I am a part
    You are the whole.

I am the eyes
    You are the sight,
I am the wings
    You are the flight.

I am a moment
     You are the time,
I am a poem
     You are the rhyme.

I am a drop
     You are the sea,
I am nectar
    You are the bee.

I am the skin
     You are the touch,
I am the hand
     You are the clutch.

I am the lips
     You are the kiss,
I am love
    You are bliss.

I am breath
    You are my air,
I am one
    You are my pair.

We complement each other,
Without one we are incomplete.



Monday, July 25, 2011

MY BOY


Is this my blue eyed boy whom I birthed? Today, on the threshold of adolescence, I no longer recognize him nor do I understand his language.

Since we saw this hindi movie, ‘Chillar Party’, he has made it his mission to promote the Mumbaiya tapori language, the street language of Mumbai. As I open the door for him, when he returns from school, he greets me with –“Kya biddu?”?????  As I am giving him a piece of my mind, he interrupts me saying – “Kai ko itna mach mach karleri hai? Chal! Kalti maar.” Arggghhhh! That’s why I cut my hair short; it’s easier to pull it out.

Just when I have given up hope that this boy will ever make a fine young man, he does something really cute and sensitive which is endearing. Everything is not lost, yet. There is still hope.

A few days back, my daughter was very late in coming back home after an inter-school competition. She was coming alone by a rick and it was after 9pm and I was worried, tensed and angry. Angry because she had engaged her mobile in conversation with a friend and was unreachable to us. The man of the house was away on work and this young took over. He said, he will call his sister for me. He extracted a promise from me not to scold her after she is back. He said she had won a prize that day, and I should not dampen her victory. With this he went down to wait for her at the entrance of our building. He was tensed too. From a fighting brother he had transformed himself into a protective brother! He displayed maturity and it was so endearing.

Well, one other thing is he cannot stomach a secret, especially when someone has explicitly told him not to tell anybody. He has to tell it to someone and that someone is me. His secrets are always safe with me. And so he got talking, it was about his friend’s granny who was losing her memory rapidly. I explained to him about the age related memory loss and also about Alzheimer’s disease which seemed to satisfy him. Then he shifted the topic to his granny that is my mom. He said –“Ma, I was too young when ‘ajji’ passed away. I couldn’t comprehend what was going on. I couldn’t say my goodbye to her. I did not grieve or cry for her….I feel so sad. But, I remember all the good times we had together.” I had a lump in my throat. Took a deep breath to clear it and told him-“Sweetheart, as you said, you were quiet young. It is Ok you were not able to say goodbye, but the important thing is you still remember and have such fond memories…..she still lives within you.” He sensed my sadness and said-‘Yeah, common mom, she isn’t anywhere else, she is here with us”….with this he bounded off.

Just when I am feeling blessed, he comes back and asks-“khane pe kya kihlareli hai?” I roll my eyes and smile at the same time…Ah! Motherhood.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

MEMORIES

Like a bud blossoming
Flowering in the sun
Filling the air with fragrance
They came back to me.
And,It makes me smile!


Deep inside my mind
Like a coiled serpent
Full of poison
Poised to strike.
Behold!It fills me with fear!


Like a child tagging along
Wanting to be picked up
Hugged and cuddled
Full of laughter….
It makes me laugh!

The thorn pierced my heart
It hurt me, pained me
Made my heart bleed
The colour red everywhere.
It makes my heartbreak!





Like the youth,
Flamboyant and colourful
Dangerously uninhibited
Full of love n abandon.
It makes me blush!






Good and bad; Happy and sad
Memories are buried deep
Which we seem to ‘let go’
Time diminishes its power…..
But, do they ever go?


Thursday, July 21, 2011

CONSPIRED!


I finally believe in Paulo Coelho’s conspiracy theory, i.e., When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you achieve it.

Since I read Lousie.L.Hay’s ,”You can Heal Your Life” some 7 years ago, I wanted to get a foot reflexology massage done which she has highly recommended in her book. Somehow, I never got around doing it……just kept putting it off. Well, a bit lazy maybe….no, lazy for sure.  But, by desiring it I had already sent my intention to the universe. And so I was pleasantly surprised when I received a phone call from a Spa saying that I was entitled to their promotional offer which included foot reflexology massage and they were giving a huge discount on that. The middle class is a sucker for discounts and I fell for one. I was finally going to have a foot reflexology massage; the universe had finally conspired in my favour.

I and hubby availed this offer and went to the Spa to keep our appointment. My first Spa experience. We were introduced to our respective masseurs and were led away our separate ways. I surrendered to my masseur’s first touch. Actually, I had pain in my legs, mostly imaginary…..in anticipation of the relaxation that was to be experienced.

My left leg was a bit guarded, (actually it was all in my mind) analyzing every touch, every pressure, trying to feel relaxed and by the time I could actually relax, my masseur had shifted to my right leg. I did let go of my guard and my leg was more receptive.

At the end of 30 minute session, I was relaxed. It was good, it was tingling too……worth every bit of the discounted amount. If I had to pay the actual price, then I would have felt cheated!

Well, I should not be complaining as my wish was fulfilled. Now, I hope the universe will conspire in fulfilling my wish of owning a Volkswagen Beetle, Red. Hope the universe is not driven by the 7 year itch!!


Saturday, July 16, 2011

WORRY FREE - BLOG - A- LICIOUS TOUR


Today's post is in conjunction with the Blog-A-Licious Blog Tour 5 - a fantastic blog hop that brings together bloggers of all genres, backgrounds and locations. In today's hop, the blog featured after Memoirs of a Homemaker is the very creative Shelley

HOW TO BE WORRY FREE?

Worrying is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do, but it gets you nowhere.  ~Glenn Turner

Our mind is like a record player….it is continuously on. It is mans nature to keep on mulling over a thought or an issue. We chew it, toss and turn it, suck all the juice out of it, stretch it and then spit it. Of course we are left with a bad after taste.

 Troubles are a lot like people - they grow bigger if you nurse them.  ~Author Unknown

We are what our thoughts are! So be positive!
These are a few of my funda or mantras to keep ‘worry’ at bay –

SLEEP
 I take my problems to bed, i.e., I sleep over it. When I get up relaxed and refreshed, I will have the clarity to think well and more over the problem doesn’t seem as ominous as before.

READ
Reading a book helps a lot. We get transported into another world and another time, taking our mind off our problems albeit temporarily.

EXERCISE
Brisk walk, jogging or going to the gym, yoga or whichever exercise you may follow, it will help. Other than scientific reasons that exercises reduce stress, all the huffing and puffing certainly will.

GAMES
If you are a gadget freak and have the latest toys, playing games will help. I just switch on the computer and play either solitaire or some word games which keep the mind active and attentive.

Apart for all these, listening to songs, talking to your loved ones, playing with a pet, meditating……all of these may also help. Take a chill pill or just chill.

You can never worry your way to enlightenment.  ~Terri Guillemets
As the song goes….”Don’t worry, be Happy.”

P.S: Am I worried as to how this blog of mine will be received by others? Hmmmm….I am off to play a game of scrabble!


Enjoy the blog tour!




Tuesday, July 12, 2011






PUPPY LOVE 


“Chillar Party”, the movie is about a dog, by the dog lovers and of course to the dog loving audience. It is about saving a stray dog from being taken away by dog catchers. And it is saved by the kiddos of the said housing society.


NIKKI- She came to our house when she was just a week old. She was a ball of white fur with pink nose and two black dots which passed off as her eyes……….those soulful eyes! It was love at first sight for all of us at home. My brother was cheeky enough to bring home a pet without the consent of either of the parents. But, the moment they laid their eyes on her….they forgot to complain. She was a Pomeranian. She was the darling of our house, totally spoilt like we would if we had a younger sibling. She was with us for 7 years. She took a part of our heart when she passed on. We vowed never to adopt a pet again.





SONY – She was also a Pomeranian, adopted by my in-laws. She was very naughty. She had a strange fetish….as soon as I entered the house, she would snatch my hanky and rip it apart. Then she would hide beneath the bed and sulk. I had to go to her, first scold her, and then cajole her….then only she would come out to play with me. She did not do this with others……and so I always carried a ripped hanky around. She left a void in our hearts when she too passed on. My in-laws never adopted a pet again.






RAMU- He was a stray and the “Hero No. 1” a la our own Govinda. He was flamboyant. He had style and grace. He was tall and handsome. He was a cross between Golden Retriever and Combai. He had a thick coat of brown muddy hair. Those eyes…..all the dogs have beautiful eyes; it mirrors their trust and unflinching devotion. We don’t know how he came to be, but we always used to find his ass parked firmly in front of our gate. Sometimes, he would not even budge from the place. We should have named him “Hanuman” instead of Ramu, because he followed us wherever we went….sometimes even to the temple. He was like our own mascot. We were recognized because of him. He was strong and gained the respect of other strays in our street and became their undisputed leader. He marked his territory. There used to be some gang wars between the strays in the middle of the night much to the chagrin of the people.

He was a stud and had a slew of girlfriends. His harem grew, so did his brood and so did the menace. Neighbours complained to the authorities many times. Some of his girlfriends and kids were caught…. (Sad, but could not help) and my mom used to promptly let Ramu inside our house and shut the door on the dag catcher’s face!

There came a time when we had to be strict with him. We raised the height of our gate and compound wall. He was too smart for us. He always found a way to come inside the compound. We couldn’t help but love him. He had to be sterilized so we drugged him and sent him away to the animal shelter. He came back home after 15 days! He earned the respect of all the people when he returned……because (i) he was drugged when they took him, (ii) he was taken to a hospital which was almost 30 kms away from home,(iii) on the way back he should have battled the other street dogs when he was in their territory…..yet, he found his way back. We all were in awe of him. No one of the street called the authorities again.
Few years’ back he met with an accident, broke the joint of his paw. It got swollen and cancerous. His leg was amputated after some months…….he went on with his life making some minor adjustments…….his did not sit back or give up, he was as active as ever. Well, the cancer and age caught up with him ……….wow! He still can make me cry.

There has been a lot of pressure from my kids and hubby to adopt a dog. But, when it comes to puppies, I am a chicken! In anticipation of pain, I cannot give up on love, but no matter what, the pets live you shattered when they pass on. And I am just not ready.


Thursday, July 7, 2011

A CRY.........




Fate rendered you helpless
Fate, put distance between us
I urged you to be strong
When weak was all I felt.
I miss the daily phone calls
Your incessant queries
Wanting to know the nitty-gritty’s
That’s how you chose to be.
There was only love
Whenever we met
An unspoken bond
Only our hearts felt.
Mother became child
Child became the mother
Our roles got so reversed
To me, a position which bothered.
You had to look after me
Cuddle me & embrace me
Driving away my fears
And showing your strength to me.
But, you looked at me with hope
Silently urging me to help
I could do nothing
Prayers was all I said.
HE could not see you in pain
Even to HIM it was a strain
Our love was not enough
It was HIS will against ours.
Why did you give up?
Why did you not fight?
Why did you have to go?
Maa, Living without you is hard
Try as I might.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

PARADISE









Like the
Dewdrop on the petal
Your kiss
Lingers on my lips
Your eyes
Dark with desire
Breathes fire
To my parched soul
Like soft silk
Draping my body
Your touch
Tantalizes me
Like the cool breeze
Your whispers
Mesmerizes me
Your love
Scintillates me
I swoon
To your tunes
We fall
Into the abyss
We rise
To the skies
We drown
In the whirlpool of joy
We ride
The waves of ecstasy
We lay
Enthralled and entwined
In this
Land of fantasy!