Today’s challenge at #OctPoWriMo – What is one thing you would not change? More about it here :
Retain your essence, do not alter your values that define you .It is the one who resists and persists, succeeds in life.
CARVING OUT A NICHE’
Today’s challenge at #OctPoWriMo – What is one thing you would not change? More about it here :
Retain your essence, do not alter your values that define you .It is the one who resists and persists, succeeds in life.
CARVING OUT A NICHE’
The challenge for today is a thought provoking question : what in your life do you wish was different ? Thank you for the lovely prompt Morgan Dragonwillow. This is what freedom looks like :
Clear star-lit night sky,
Two towering buildings hold hands,
Somersaulting courage to trapeze.
Roaring high tide of sea,
Merges with setting sun of ochre sky,
You emerge from twilight.
Vindicative sea becalls,
To incite or to drive surfer away,
But brave only know courage.
Walking with the hide tide.
Sea embraces brevity of my existence.
Sun salutes in admiration.
Poetic cue for the #OctWriPoMo challenge for the day is ” Capture a feeling or relationship. Do not tell, just show it”.
What a beautiful prompt! Feelings are complicated and so are relationships. It takes years to build on one and minutes to destroy it. Here is the poem :
Are you by yourself” receptionist asked politely,
I said “A room for two”( as I may have company).
Towels emanated moistened musk of your being,
A fortnight since you got drenched in this stream.
Turning in for the night, I outstretched my hand,
Silk sheets ruffled softly as your thought slipped in.
Lawn table was set for two. I told waitress to let it be,
Said “Don’t remove that plate “( I may have company).
“You look bright, hope you slept well, “said petit girl,
“Have sumptuous breakfast please, a long day ahead”.
( She had perhaps seen faces in morning headline,
It was our scarred torn picture, but you looked divine).
Strolling out of lobby, I said a silent prayer to The Frey*,
And vowed to come back to use room for what I paid.
FREY * – noun, Scandinavian Mythology. the god of peace, prosperity, and marriage.
The neighbor had sown new seeds in few pots.
Kept them on parapet that joined our houses.
The cactus has roared its ugly head in it now,
Things aren't the same between us anymore
The cracks are visible on thin chapped lips,
The smiles have veils, the hands with blades.
On the parapet of wall separating our houses,
Hatred is growing taller with each passing day.
Came across #OCTPOWRIMO 2015 challenge on twitter yesterday and thought of posting one poem per day for the whole month of October. It is indeed inspiring to read work of other poets who are participating in the challenge.The month of discovering contemporary poetry across the globe.
Today is Day 2 and I would like to post a poem called Redemption.
Sailing through swarming sea of shrieking voices,
Shying away from moistened eyes amidst debris,
I yearned to find a crevice in the wrecked aircraft,
Find solitude in chaos and mourn my notional loss.
How one grieves the death of a strayed beloved?
Rue a loss – surreal sans sign of flesh and blood.
He, ubiquitous lie of life with prolonged absence,
She, his inevitable truth, now, in history with him.
He chose a life of treachery and lust over defined.
Challenged the destiny and destroyed the sublime.
She craved for my identity, carved on a coffin now,
Willful lives destroyed in quest of final redemption.
In an inferno.
This post is being written for the #MomsforaBetterWorld Project. http://www.womensweb.in/2015/05/momsforabetterworld-blogger-contest/
A Woman. A Mother. A Wife. A Teacher. A Worker. A Home Maker. An Individual.
A woman is a creature with thousands of thoughts to process and million of things to accomplish each day.
A Mother is a woman entrusted by nature to carve out the right path for the inquisitive little minds that are navigating their way through years to be on their own life journeys.
To my daughter : “Being a role model to your child is a tough proposition because in our hearts, we, the mothers know that we are not perfect even though we always show our best to our children.We are as humane as you are. We falter at times but we have courage to be back on our feet and continue to strive hard to navigate your minds effectively, to give you strength to face the world in the best possible way with the right attitude and tough defences. We may not be perfect but we remain who we are and not change our core, retain the rock solid belief in our value systems and learnings and to grow as an individual as we full fill our various roles.”
“While it is important to fulfil all your obligations, the foremost responsibility of a person is towards one’s own self”
No matter how accomplished your peer group may sound or how pretty girls in the fashion contests may seem, please know that –
” You are a unique individual who is unlike anyone else in the whole wide world. Your thoughts are a manifestation of all your learnings and your writings would be a product of your sound intellect. Your essence is yours and yours only. The success would be yours to devour if only you will allow yourself to grow up to be who you truly are.
“BE YOURSELF” .That is my mantra for you.
Look into the mirror each morning and Hi 5 with your reflection ,tell her what a wonderful person you are. Be proud of who you are. If you ever falter, use your failures as the stepping stone to success. Never lose belief in your core strengths.
“Cultivate your gift , sow the seed and let it grow into a magnificent tree.
Keep your mind open to new learnings, travel the world and keep evolving.
“Evolution is the most beautiful gift that human beings have, a gift rest of the species in the world are devoid of. My sincere advice to you my little woman-to-be ” Be Yourself, Keep Evolving and make the world a better place to live in”.
“A tribute to my favorite Indian Poetess Kamala Das”
Even when the world was young, did Eve believe that the world was her own? This poem will set you thinking.
One of the top 5 entries for April’s muse of the month ( 2014) writing cue, “Today the world is a little more my own.” (from Punishment in Kindergarten, Kamala Das).
ADAM AND EVE
Dusk settled in and dawn was yet to glow
Nocturnal souls were back in ethereal abode
Sacramental chores too called it a night,
for hearth-work to return when sun does rise
Kicked by an excruciating endocrinal spurt;
Adam perspired and crudely sat awake,and
suggestively caressed sluggish Eve‘s lovely face.
At 3 in the night, she was startled at the bay,
as she heard him hoarsely say:
“Darling, I reckon an Urgent Need has aroused;
It won’t let me sleep, till the fire is doused”
Murmured the mannequin, as she quietly lied,
“My body is your temple O’ Ma’ lord;
only for you with all my devotion…
any time and as you like”
The ever-dutiful consort, nodded and complied;
and another part of Eve reverently died.
She consummated the deep passion in her stride;
darkness hiding the tear, stuck at corner of her eye,
suppressing sinking pain arising from her core
her limbs bushed severely due to the rigorous chore
Rigmarole returned as the sun shone bright
Both set out to earn to secure the future slight
Adam whispered softly, kind of apologized
“Don’t know what happened to me last night”
Said Eve – “Hush hush, you are a man, I discern.
Please don’t apologize , it was my turn to return.
Energy emerged from your limbs, you notified
and I merged in it to ease your body’s plight.
Today, the world seems a little of my own,
I may carry in my womb what you had sown.
I came back from your rib as you would recall
and now I pay back my dues at each nightfall.”
TODAY: 8 PM : 29th FLOOR TERRACE, KADAMBARI APARTMENT, SOUTH MUMBAI :
“It would just serve him right ,” Kruthika’s contorted mind ran amok, thinking of ways to avenge her insult. Twisting tiny knots of her beige dupatta between her trembling hands, she balanced her feet on the thin ledge on the parapet of the dim-lit deserted terrace and slowly tip toed towards the other end of the ledge.
At 31, Kruthika was a successful creative director at a leading advertising agency in Mumbai. A pair of twinkling dark kohl eyes, vibrant cocoa hued skin and her mellifluous voice got her more male attention in this new city than texture conscious Delhi. She was enjoying the attention but was too fragile to open the gates of her heart. A vociferous reader and an engaging conversationalist, Kruthika could debate for hours on subjects she was passionate about. She felt deeply, she loved deeply. The depth of her character had been her nemesis all her life.
” Sex lies between the ears of human kinds “, She tossed back her head full of dark curls and laughed as a friend pointed out her loveless existence few months back.” I have books for company, for mind stimulation.”
“Ok. I am done with men in search of temporary respite with an exotic beauty before moving to fairer turfs. Lets break the pattern this time. Find me a thinking man who can conquer my mind before he crosses threshold to my bedroom. Cannot let another lustful mind destroy my self-esteem“. She told an old friend in Mumbai upon her arrival the city.
Today, Kruthika was all but herself . Deliberating between life & death, fear concurred with her determined mind and her acrophobia vanished in thin air. Today, she was swinging between victory and defeat. Hanging on to the thin ledge of the 29th Floor terrace, Kruthika was a like a warrior in the battle field who had never entertained defeat in her life.
FLASHBACK : 6 MONTHS BACK :
Growing up in Delhi, Kruthika would wake up to sweet fragrances of Dahlia and roses from the lovingly nurtured garden of her maternal grandmother’s palatial bungalow in Greater Kailash. It was only when she moved to Mumbai with her new job, she decided to opt for a top most floor apartment, to get away from the pollution filled air from the road and to give creative high to her fertile mind.
Vertigo was part of Shubhra’s existence since childhood, something, her single parenting mother discovered during a mountain trip .Heights still scared the hell out of her but she learnt to deal with it with time. The added advantage of top most floor at Kadambari Apartment was an easy access to the open terrace and vast blue skies above. She was used to open spaces, a compromise she refused to make in this new city.
The building had old styled elevators, the ones with double shutters and an operator. Though her flat was spacious and upgraded by her landlord. There were four apartments on her floor, two on right side of the elevator and two on the left.She loved the sea facing apartment and had no qualms in paying a premium for it.
She met Pratham in the elevator on her first day in the new home as they both reached out to press elevator button for the top floor.
“Hi, I am Kruthika Singh. I moved in here yesterday only.” she extended her hand out of courtesy and smiled.
“Hey Kruthika”, Pratham smiled back. Kruthika noticed the tiny dent that turned into a dimple on his right cheek. ” I am Pratham Sinha, am Investment banker. I head the local division of Zes Bank .I also moved in here 6 months back “ Shaking hands with him, she felt a warm gush rush through her cheeks.
“So, you live here with your family ?” Kruthika surprised herself with an uncharacteristic inquisitiveness.
“I live here alone. So glad to have some human company on this erstwhile deserted floor. Ghosts of this corridors would be happy to have a new human interface.” Pratham rolled back his head with a resonating laughter at his joke.
The other two flats on the right side were owned by an NRI and stayed locked, Pratham lived in the flat right opposite hers.
There was an instant connect between them from day one. Pratham had a way with words. He would quote Keats and Bukowski during their evening walks by the beach and his analytical approach to world affairs to current affairs led to night long discussions between two of them. He made Kruthika laugh and she found her old scars healing one by one. Their discreet evenings were spent nurturing her plants in the balcony and their minds at Pratham’s living room.
Intimacy is a natural progression to any romantic liaison. Neither of them ever professed love for the other but it felt more like love and they found bliss in each others arms.Watching plays, reading books, talking of Bhagwat Geeta, splashing water at each other at Juhu Beach, watching queen’s necklace for hours, holding hands with no words trespassing between them during long train journeys in packed local train compartments, Kruthika and Pratham became synonyms of each other.
ONE WEEK BACK :
Kruthika was baking a heart shaped cake for Pratham’s birthday. She carefully rolled flour with baking powder, sugar, eggs and oil, adding cocoa powder and cinnamon to the batter before placing the cake batter in the oven. She patiently started to prepare the icing and in between , folded her hands, praying to Lord Krishna to bless Pratham with a long life.
“Love makes a fool out of us all. ” Jamey Johnson crooned through the juke box as the aroma of freshly baked chocolate cinnamon cake filled each crevice of her tiny white kitchen. Kruthika did a small waltz out of joy and rushed out of the door to get Pratham from his apartment.She daintily placed a tiny baby candle on the cake , amidst all the other cryptic pink and blue decoration in her living room and smiled shyly to herself . She had stayed up all night to creatively share the good news with Pratham.
Pratham was in Norway for a week and was expected to return late last night. She rang his doorbell, hoping to wish him with a warm hug and a passionate kiss . The door was opened by a young woman looking at her happy face questioningly.
” Uh. Hi, I am Kruttika. I moved in the flat across recently. You are? ” she asked. Startled at the sight of complete stranger opening the door of Pratham’s house, her reflexes froze momentarily.
“”I am Mrs. Pratham Sinha“. The woman responded with a frown on her head . ”Do you have any work with us “?
Devastated Kruthika could regain her poise only after a minute. Gathering her wits, she pointed towards her door ” Uh, actually, there’s no water in my apartment and I wanted to check if you have the same problem.”
“No problem with us, please call the maintenance ”saying this, Shubhra banged the door on Kruthika’s face.
Closing her apartment door, Kruthika fell down on the floor on her knees . With her head tightly squeezed between her thighs, she could feel the decorated walls of her living room crumbling on her head. Debris of her shattered dreams were lying all around her with dust of disappointment fading her crimson dress she lovingly had worn for Pratham’s birthday. She was trying to put plaster back on the walls and grey bleak patches were mocking her for her naivety. The apartment reeked of death of a carefully crafted dream and she felt the corpse of her dreams wilting under her long artistic fingers.
Three betrayals and heart breaks , a long phase of chronic depression, sudden death of her mother, the warrior in her had survived it all. Every time life defeated her in a battle, she raged a new war against it, rising like a phoenix . Pratham had become her life. A new city, a new lover and a new house, she thought happiness had found her address and she was home finally.
Please tell me it is a bad dream, O Krishna, I hope it was a bad dream, this is not my destiny, this is not my karma. Kneeling on her feet, she prayed fervently.
Deep exhaustion led to sleep and she woke up to a series of knocks on her door in the evening. Opening the door, she found Pratham’s wife standing there.
“Hi, my name is Shubhra” she said sheepishly. “I am sorry I was rude to you this morning but you see ,I was away from Pratham for a year and came here only last night , hoping to surprise him on the eve of his birthday and he wasn’t there. I couldn’t get through his phone too and then you came this morning, I was so upset and just took out all my frustration on you,sorry again.”
Shubhra smiled childishly, “I got to speak to him in the afternoon, he said he had been travelling for a week for business and had gone to bank straight from airport. Err, He works at my father’s bank at a very senior position. God knows where was he travelling to. Can you ever trust men and then he says I call him too much. What do I do ? He’s my husband and I have a right to know what is he up to. By the way, since you have moved in re recently, you haven’t met my husband. Have you ? Shubhra looked at Kruthika suspiciously.
” No,I haven’t. I moved in here last week only. ”Kruthika lied, looking at the floor behind Shubhra .
“Were you living somewhere else?”she asked Shubhra.
“Yes, at my mother’s house. I was undergoing a ,umm, treatment and needed special care. Do you live here alone?” Shubhra asked, gazing through Kruthika’s head to spy into the anatomy of the flat.
“Yes, I would live here all on my own. “Kruthika replied, holding the entry door tightly with her head barely visible to Shubhra .
Shubhra continued with her monologue, “You know I was expecting a baby but had a miscarriage and then doctor advised complete bed rest and a surgery. Pratham came here to Bombay to head our bank’s branch but I had stayed back in Patna for the delivery and then the miscarriage happened. I wanted to be here with him, be a good wife but my parents wouldn’t let me go. I am the only daughter you see and they love me like crazy but yesterday, I fought with them and got on the first plane from Patna last evening to be here with Pratham on his birthday and he wasn’t there”.
“You said you live alone here na. You don’t worry, I would be around to help you settle.” Shubhra said expecting a welcome into Kruthika’s apartment but turned back dejectedly as Kruthika muttered few words of gratitude and closed the door on her face gently.
Kruthika soon discovered that Shubhra suffered from severe mood swings and was obsessed with Pratham. She extended a hand of friendship to emotionally unstable Shubhra who clung on to Kruthika’s generosity. Kruthika would still visit Pratham’s house but only on meet Shubhra briefly. She discovered Pratham’s conniving ways through Shubhra’s monologues about her marriage .
Pratham tried to justify his infidelity to Kruthika during one such visit, calling Shubhra mentally unstable but was met with a cold stare and a stoic silence.
” Darling, you know you are the one who resides in my heart. Let me work out things and I will leave her soon “, he professed his love dramatically to Kruthika one day, never to say it again.
She had never asked him if he was married, he never told her. He hadn’t promised marriage to her or offered for her to move in with him in last six months but he vowed to live and die with her.
” What would be life without you K”. He would swear dramatically and sigh.
All lies !! Blatant stinking lies !!
But the passion filled days and nights of last few months would come and hound her sensibilities again and again. she would find herself drowning in the seas of sorrow, only to recover enough to carry out the rigmarole of the day and attend to urgent work commitments.
But Kruthika lost her mind today. In front of her, Pratham gifted his wife a diamond necklace on their anniversary and professed his love for her. Kneeling down on his knees, he kissed her hand. She saw it all from the kitchen balcony.
“Crap Pratham. I know you would never leave Shubhra“. Kruthika cursed Pratham loudly in her mind and rushed back to her apartment . She had realised Shubhra was his permanent secret key to the vault of success and Pratham loved no one but himself.
28th FLOOR, KADAMBARI APARTMENT : 8 PM :
On 28th floor of the same building , Shubhra yelled at Pratham from living room’s balcony.
“Damn Pratham, you still haven’t taken a shower, it is 8 pm already . Heights of laziness.” She rolled her eyes, shrugged her shoulders backwards as she roughly pulled down dried clothes from the clothesline and continued.
“Come out of your hibernation, will you ? The glass of milk is rotting on the table. I know you would raise a stink in case it gets cold. God knows why you must have hot milk at 8 every night, how peculiar is that habit. Anyways, don’t leave the balcony door open after taking your towel, the black cat’s been lurking around since yesterday and you know how I abhor a cat. I hope Kruthika closed the kitchen door after she left with the bowl of sugar. Oh God,can you ever trust strangers with your house.”
Pratham banged the bathroom door and allowed the incessant chatter of his wife of 3 years die down under the powerful gush of cold water from the head shower. Fragrance of freedom was sweetest behind the closed-door of his 6ft*6ft bathroom.
Dripping sweat under the powerful stream, he ran his options to get out of the mess he got into. Marrying this uncouth, foul-mouthed woman, daughter of his bank’s Managing Director proved magical for his sinking career . It was a bad barter personally but reaped him exotic fruits professionally. Not only his career graph rose high in last three years , he was made a board member of the bank last year. An apparent heir to Shubhra’s father once he retires, an aspiration he kept closely guarded in his heart . Shubhra, like a bad habit, became part of his existence.
“Hmm, I think I can manage this mess but how do I get rid of Kruthika. She was fun to be with while it lasted but there is too much at stake to let go. She looks like a time bomb ready to explode anytime and destroy my universe. ” His mind raced as he stepped out of shower.
TODAY: 8.15 PM : ON THE TERRACE :
“Huh. It would serve him right”. She was laughing aloud,twisting her crumpled dupatta, chewing on her nails frantically. She looked at her watch, it should happen anytime.
Then she heard a sharp shriek from Pratham’s house. Shubhra was shouting frantically and weeping at the same time.
Yes, Kruthika triumphantly clapped her shivering hands. It had happened, her plan had worked .Chemist had said rats get killed within 5 minutes of taking this poison, Pratham’s peculiar habit proved to be his nemesis. I would have him all to myself now, just as he had promised.
” Pratham” shouting his name, she spread her wings like a bird. Her body felt feather light and her thoughts turned into mist. “You would get to keep at least keep one promise you made to me Pratham. “. She looked at the floor beneath her and closed her eyes.
SAME DAY : 8:10 PM ON 28th FLOOR :
Pratham came running out of the shower.
”Have you gone mad Shubhra ? Why are you shrieking like a crazy monkey ! “? But he too froze at the ghastly site in front of his eyes.
The empty milk glass was lying tumbled alongside the lifeless body of the black cat on the floor.
“THUMP”, there was a loud banging noise from outside and both Shubhra and Pratham ran towards the balcony.
“Oh God, someone has fallen from the terrace,” Shubhra shrieked.
They rushed out towards the elevator to see . Shubhra was still hysteric with the thought of dead cat in the house and refused to return until house was sanitized and purified.
Outside the ground floor lobby, a crowd had formed around the body. There were soft whispers in the crowd, many hit Shubhra’s ears as molten wax ,”Oh, poor girl, don’t know what troubled her, made her take such a drastic step. She had moved in here only 6 months back, not everyone knew her so well. Uhm, may be Mr. Sinha would know, they were together on the same floor all these days. Anyone knows where her family is,call her office.Someone call Police, call ambulance.”
Hearing all the whispers and looking at Kruthika’s body, Shubhra fainted; Pratham didn’t know what to do. He got her back to the flat and also got cat’s body removed from the house.
He shuddered at the thought, ”What if I had that glass of milk but why ,why Kruthika would do this.”
Then it stuck him, “She always talked of Karma and life after death, she thought death can bring us together. Ah, ,what a fool was she, here I am, alive . ”
He heaved a sigh of relief. ” Thank God, I am alive, I can handle this mess and Shubhra, convincing her would be like a piece of cake“.
Shubhra slowly regained conscious and she woke up to see Pratham sitting beside her in complete darkness.
“Pratham, ” Shubhra’s voice was chilled and her hardened eyes stared blankly at him. The colour of her eyes had changed and her eyes shone through darkness, he could not meet her intent gaze.
He shuddered. His face became ashen and he started to shiver ” No point crying over the spilled milk now Pratham. A cat has nine live and she would return. Nine times. To take her revenge, over and over and over. O Ma !!” Saying this , Shubhra fainted again .
The ghosts of his past were lurking around on the 28th floor of this building.
Pratham knew his life would never be the same again.
Ek rasm si ban chali thi
Mai aur mere bhai
Chai sang liya karte the
Saath hoti thi behas
Aur bahut saari aisi
Baatein jo chai ki chaabi
Chalaa deti thi
Dost se badhkar
Tha mera bhai
Mil baithte the
Rasbhari kadak chai ki aas mein
Aur mil ke lete the,
Kabhi uskli pyaali, aur mera pyaala
Aur phir kabhi ulti ganga chalte
Meri hoti thi pyaali, pyaala uska
Vaisi chai na phir mili
Na mili aisi charcha
Na dost vaise rahe
Na baithak na vaisa adda
Din saal guzar chale
Hum to us chai ko bhool hi chuke the
Ab donon apne the
Pyaali aur chai
Par voh baat kahaan
Ekdum se ek din
Kisi ne pukaara
Arre, pyaali loge
Mil chale the dost puraane
Dhoondne vahi puraani aas
Rasbhari chai jo chaabi ban
Baaton ke engine ko khoob chalaye
Yeh kya, jab aamna saamna hua to…
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“How does a mother react when her eight year old finishes his glass of milk in a jiffy, jumps up and hugs her saying ” Wow ! That was so tasty..Thank you Mum “
I would say – “Thank you Horlicks !”
FLASHBACK : That was a pleasant maternal pride moment from sunday evening last week.
Before I proceed further with this blog, let me add a disclaimer that this post is not paid for and is true account of my experience of GSK and Indiblogger meet in Delhi.
Saturday, 14th May was a hectic and eventful day for me and the wonderful people I work with. We had our annual SKCKonnect event which kept me engaged till late evening. Yet, I was determined to make it to the GSK Indiblogger’s Bloggers meet next day for two reasons :
So, I got late in reaching the venue, The Lalit, New Delhi and reached as the post lunch session begun.
The schedule I attended was as follows :
* Catching up on lost Growth*
Moderated by ever graceful Ms. Natasha Badhwar, a media person and a wonderful mother ( I call her The woman with the kindest eyes). The panel consisted of :
1. Dr. Rajiv Chhabra, HOD-Pediatrics ,Artemis Hospital, Gurgaon.
2. Ms. Satinder Walia
Does wonderful work with people with disabilities. Has Masters degree in Psychology from University of Central Oklahoma, USA.
3. Dr. Jyoti Arora
Head Dietician at Batra Hospital.
The questions were varied and answers were honest. There were concerned parents, to be parents, would be parents with anxious questions related to the growth and nutrition (or rather lack of it) due to school stress and sedentary lifestyle from across the hall. Live tweets with #CatchUpWithGrowth were displayed on two large screens on each side of the panel stage to help everyone in the room benefit from the questions asked.
As a late comer, I was sitting in the last row but Ms. Badhwar took my question and Dr. Chhabra explained how Vitamin D can be consumed by just 40 minutes of sun exposure for 5 days a week.
Now was the time for the launch that everyone was eagerly awaiting : Launch of Growth Plus and Product Unboxing .
The most reassuring part of the launch were the FAB FIVE (as I call it) facts :
1. GSK spent 4 to 5 years in researching for technology to develop the supplement Growth Plus which provides wholesome nutrition, carb and energy supplement to children.
2. The product is specifically aimed at children between 2 years to 9 years.
3. The product is specifically made for under nutrition children.
4. GSK is giving a guarantee of visible growth in six months and also shared a monthly booklet to record the vital stats of the child to measure growth.
5. We were given a sample of Growth plus in chilled milk and it was yummilicious.
Sadly, all queries of “can I have it as a weekend refreshment ” by 18 year plus audience were turned down smilingly by the Doctors on the stage.
GSK, you have a great potential audience for Growth Plus Adult version, please do give it a thought🙂
There was a tea break and I got an opportunity to catch up with some old blogger and social media friends.
Next was fun filled Networking session. Bloggers were divided into 8 to 9 groups and each group had great fun making videos after initial come forward-go back warming up activity by wonderful Indiblogger team🙂
I made some great connections with fellow bloggers. Thank you Renie Ravin and wonderful team of Indiblogger for giving us this amazing opportunity to have so many questions answered amidst fun, laughter with a feeling of Bon Homie.
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लो एक और् साल गुजर् गया
जो गुजर् गया वो ख्वाब् था
जो सिमट् गया वो जुनून् था
रिश्ते नये वो बना गया
जख्मो की दवा दे गया
लो एक् और् साल् गुजर् गया
मिले राह् मे थे दिये कई
हुई रोशन् थी सहर कही
कोई हमसफर सा जल उठा
कोई दे दगा लौ बुझा गया
लो एक् और् साल् गुजर् गया
चलो राह् इक् नयी पढे
नये काफिये भी हम् कहे
रिश्तो की भाषा तय् करे
कोई कहे इक् साल् घट् गया
कोई बोले एक् क इजाफा हुआ
ळो एक् और् साल् नया आया
नये पैयाम् नयी उम्मीदे लाया
चलो नये कोई साथी चुने
जो न जख्म् दे फिर् दवा करे
चलो तागे पुराने फिर् बुने
सर् माथे लगा सज्दा करे
क्युन्की एक् साल् गुजर् गया
नव्नीत् का आहावन किया
एक् और् नया साल् आ गया
नये साजो का सामान् लाया
नयेर् वादो का पैगाम् लाया
Bucket list – The list of stuff you would want to do before your time expires on the Earth. It is like a bottomless pit -the more, the merrier- things to die for kind of achievable and attainable goals.
PS : Mind you, my bucket list was made much before I saw Morgan Freeman-Jack Nicholson starred The Bucket List later during the year. For those who haven’t seen it, take this post as a recco to watch the movie.
Year 2015 could be called the year of transformation. The year when few firsts’ from the bucket list were struck off the list, some life altering decisions were taken and an aspiring internal journey began with the first external journey taken this year.
Anthony Robbins once said :
“The Only Impossible Journey is the one you never begin”.
That holds true for any journey one aspires to take in life .Whatever you desire for in life, destiny transpires it for you.
The year also taught me the value of companions during travelling. Like-minded friends and family members make the journeys worthwhile.
(We shall talk about the benefits of Solo travel in another post).
It all began with a participation in a women car rally with a friend of a decade and driving down to Jhunjhun district in Rajasthan from Delhi.
Waking up to the chirping of birds and feeling one with the serene surrounding of exquisite Mandawa Castle in Shekhawati region in Rajasthan on my birthday turned out to be a wonderful initiation to the journies ahead. We also witnessed movie shoot of upcoming film “Mirzaya”at Mandawa and are now awaiting release of the movie.
Another journey took us to Golden Temple in Amritsar, visiting wagah border and observing flag exchanging ritual followed by a visit to Dharamshala and Mcloedganj. Visited the beautiful Norling Monastery and Akbar’s coronation site near Firozpur, saw a horizontal shivling at Kalanaur in Punjab which was a rare sight.
The next journey was to explore the ethereal beauty of North East. Another first. Still mesmerised by the picturesque valleys and mountains leading towards Nathula pass and the overwhelming sentiments felt at Indo-China Border-felt proud meeting and interacting with Army jawaans posted there who face extreme weather conditions so that we can sleep peacefully in our secured homes.
Th thrill of riding a Yak at holy Tsomgo lake,the peace felt at tranquil compound of Rumtek Monastery, waking up to the sight of Kunjunjunga mountains, waterfalls, an old suspended bridge at Pelling were enhanced by warm hospitality of home stays we opted for in Sikkim. The stay at Darjeeling was spent in Mineral water, amongst a village resort with nothing but fireflies to show you way at night, resident dogs to accompany you to the waterfall to soak in and a sumptuous meal with a local Nepali family as you discover the rural village in West Bengal. Well, we also walked into Nepal through Kakarbhitta, one of the borders after a brief rickshaw ride from a town near Siliguri.
Travelling is therapeutic, enriching and humbling. Meeting people different than yourself, experiencing cultures with deeply embedded roots in traditions, respecting the differences and appreciating the new learnings, a sudden realisation of the grandeur of nature strikes you as you take a quick halt at mountains to see the setting sun become one with clouds behind the mountains. It is only when you are back into the rigmarole of routine life, a step back to close your eyes and envision that moment brings such peace to the anxious city-bred heart than no stress buster cure can buy.
This was also the year when I saw a sunrise at Konark temple in a month and observed sunset at Kanyakumari in another. The year when we travelled to Vivekananda Memorial in a jetty while crossing Triveni Sangam and spent an idle day later in a houseboat in backwaters of Kerala at Kollam.
No travel is complete without a visit to the local zoo. Trivandrum zoo is a wildlife lover’s delight and Nandankanan Zoological park at Bhubaneshwar needs one complete day to explore the wonderful stories the place has to offer.
There was a trip down the memory lane too. A wonderful morning walk to Upper lake at Bhopal and watching the sunset from Bharat Bhawan. A visit to my favorite NGO in Bhopal and discovering the vast history the museums hold in the heart of the city.
The mystique and allure of Indian Mythology and religious places took me to ancient Hindu Temples in Bhubaneshwar including famous Lingaraj temple, a guided tour at Konark temple revealed the evolved mindset of our ancestor. The occult practices at Taran Tarini temple and a recent visit to Kamakhya Devi temple in Guwahati made me wonder on human psychology to attain their desires through nefarious means.
The year ended with yet another North Eastern sojourn Shillong and Cherrapunji.Walking through the sacred forests of Khasi tribe and hearing interesting stories about their Matriarchal system was quite an experience. Staying by the Dawki river, zipping across mountains on a zip liner, kayaking in pristine blue waters, visiting the cleanest village in Asia, discovering live root bridges,walking over 4000 steps to and fro double root bridges, walking through waist deep water in lime caves after steep hiking, saw Bangladesh border atop a tree house. the exhilarating experiences of this journey transformed a trip of few days into an experience of a lifetime.
There were many moments that words can not do justice to. Experiences are feelings one cannot express adequately in words. Some pictures here to share the experience.
Wish you all a great year ahead. May you push your boundaries, expand your horizon and live life to your heart’s content.
A bucket list is always handy but I would say: ” Carpe Diem” – Enjoy the moment and live your day.
” I’m sharing my #Talesof2015 with BlogAdda.”
Hope. Dreams. Success. Fulfilment. Finding support of loved ones to achieve the unattainable. The theme for today :
And the poem :
The mind was numb.
Not one word on paper but in queue were ten.
You have it in you. Just pause, reflect and think.
The flood of creativity is simmering inside you,
Waiting to flow out with force of the determined.
A pat on the back, a glimmer of faith in eyes.
Is all a person on a Blackfoot needs to arise and survive.
One word, and then there were ten.
In the tranquility of the nights,
With a random lizard on the wall
As the lone moving companion,
I wrote. Oh I wrote and how.
Words flew and how.
One, ten, hundred and a thousand.
Clock chided if I ever broke for a pause.
Sending fingers back to work onkeypad.
I was running against the time.
I had time by my side.
And at the end of the month.
Not one word, neither a hundred or a thousand.
Half a million words were dancing on the paper.
Telling a tale created from scratch to the defined.
It was work of fiction but felt so real.
The experience was surreal, mood was sublime.
I took a a slow languorous sip,
And swirled it around in my mouth,
Held on to taste of sweet success for a while,
Cherishing it as if holding a dusted cherished bottle
from the cellar, of a rare vintage wine.
The prompt for today :Wild, Untamed, Unlimited, not abiding by societal norms, listening to your favorite music and getting in touch of your wild self. Well, well, the prompt for today is in sync with the weekend reverie. More on the theme :
and the poem:
Running Amok. Find a Leash.
Tie them please. You fear, they do not rhyme together. Does it matter? Life does not either.
Dancing waves crash against the gullible shore. Touch & go. Seethe & appease. Ebb & Flow. How calm looks the sea ! Can the shore ever be?
To be lost again.
To be found again.
The game of hide & seek
that the meandering river and
the wandering anabranch repeat.
You are a trajectory.
I am a random free wave.
Show me the way.
I will create my own space.
Earth, fire, air, wood, metal, water – the elements that form life, the duality of these elements creates intertwined qualities that make essentials of life inseparable from each other. They sometimes compliment, sometimes contradict each other but remain inseparable never the less.
More about the theme for the day here :
On the surface of your universe.
Retain our individuality
Never merging or diluting our beings.
Some days I am the drop of oil,
Some time you are the ocean underneath.
I get charred like coal,
turn to ashes completely.
You surround me,
with your seething rage,
Engulfing my complete being.
I find a new companion,
And flow along so far,
Scattering a part of me,
over the wasted bridges.
I had met you first time there
Do you recall ?
Before you burnt them all.
Some days I am the wood,
Some times you are the fire
And the time, the air that ever breathes.
The tighter I hold it in my palms,
The faster it slips from my grip.
It is only when the palms are empty,
I can hold your hands and weep.
You are the creator, you are the end.
Earth beneath my feet embraces
the sand slipping from the grip.
Where do you put a full stop.
Where do all the elements find rest.
Each prompt is more engaging than the other. Thank you for the prompt for the day Tamara Woods – http://www.octpowrimo.com/2015/10/color-me-good-octpowrimo-day-8.html
Here’s the poem of the day:
Out on the street.
There is utter chaos.
No can see,
the real face of another.
Streets are bleeding red,
but no one is hurt.
There is a riot,
but no medical casualties.
Boys chasing boys,
on a friendly banter day.
Girls giggling in unison,
with faces painted and sprayed.
Oh ! It is intoxicating.
Well, the happiness is contagious
in many ways.
The free-flowing colors of Holi*
make the skies crimson
and everyone oblivious
to impertinent stress.
Whenever I think of red,
I think of finger imprints
that you left behind
so lovingly on my cheeks
on the Holy day of Holi.
HOLI * – Festival of Colors, celebrated in March , at the onset of spring.
Tuk baandi hoon, Betuke to harf hain
Ek Mandali Ek Manch
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