A Fantasy Life

A life where the day starts with a loving kiss on the forehead by your handsome and caring husband, followed by waving your cute little kids good-bye as they leave for school. Then a soothing bath in your Jacuzzi and thereafter driving your favorite SUV to an office where all your colleagues including your boss respect your individuality and intellect. Where, during the lunch break, you all gather around the pool table for a wonderful game and chat about the office life. And then you go home for a rigorous exercise session and later cooking a lavish dinner for your sweet family.

Where almost every other weekend is spent with family and old friends on exotic and relaxing vacations and every Saturday night is the ‘Date Night’ to rewind back to your pre-marriage dating.

Now that seems like a ‘fantastic’ life, doesn’t it? We all wish for ourselves a life like this, where we never fight and live in a perfect balance between family, friends and work! Where harmony, peace and satisfaction are the striking features of our living, and our aura is the one which radiates happiness and attracts everyone around! And where our happiness and contentment, is not only determined by our bank balances but also by our ‘real wealth’, our relationships. Where all these factors define our ‘Success’!

But in that very life, we forget all about this and work opposite to our own dreams. We fight and nurture feelings of jealousy, unfair competitiveness, malice and mean selfishness. We stomp on our relations to gain higher posts and wealthier bank balances. We value materialism more than human friendships and hurt the ones around us, totally forgetting all about the ‘balance’! We never care about real and long-lasting happiness, but only about momentary applause and how we can steal them away from our colleagues. We want to be respected by all, but forget the pre-requisite for that, respecting others!

We run in the wrong direction but expect the right treatment of our egos and selfish selves! In our ambitiousness, we ill treat the ones who love and care for us. And after all this, we blame life and God to have treated us wrong if we get a percent less in exams or miss out on a contract or when we discover our partner’s infidelity. We always think about what the other did to us or didn’t do for us, but we never ponder upon our treatment towards them! This way our ‘fantasy life’ goes down the gutter and instead we get a complex, disgruntling, sadistic and painful life, which will give one jitters if imagined even for our worst enemies!

We forget that to live that ‘fantasy life’ we need to follow our beautiful heart and not our greedy brain! We need to love and feel for the ones who love us. We need to trust, our own self and also the ones around us, as life can’t be lived happily with a constant eye of suspicion. We should not doubt but believe! We also need to realize that flaws and faults of people are minor and not so important. What is important is love!

Life is very simple indeed! And happiness is rooted in that simplicity. It comes from filling one’s heart with love, from faith and hope and from practicing charity and dispensing kindness!

In the end, a beautiful quote i read in a book recently,How does light enter a house? Through the open windows.How does light enter a person? Through the open doors of love!!

An Unbreakable Habit

Come april and may, you see a traffic police car on almost every other turn. A similar scene is visible in the peak festive seasons. Any explanation as to why, simple to earn some ‘extra’ money for the police men’s own pockets. In other words, they’re paving a path for ‘quick money’ or ‘easy money’.

I believe, Corruption ,more than being a phenomenon, is a habit. A habit to get everything done easily. A habit to avoid hardwork.

Its easy to talk about the big corruption scams and to abuse those who get caught, but isn’t it that every crime is a skill till you get caught. If we look around, we’ll hardly find a person who’s not corrupt. But no one wants to correct themselves as it’s so much easier to blame someone else. Everyone wants corruption out of there homes, but no one wants to get their hands dirty by cleaning the mess.

Let’s take an example, standing in the licence office line we’ll crib about the guy who came with an official and got his job done in seconds, but next time we ourselves will come prepared with a few hundred bucks extra in our pocket. And if asked, the simple answer will be-‘the system is faulty’.

More than kicking corruption out, what we need right now is a perspective. A perspective where we learn to take the blame. as this perspective is the only rehabilitation technique to fight this ‘unbreakable habit’. Its true that world doesn’t change with a single person’s changing himself, but everyone doing a little bit will be more than sufficient. After all ‘little drops make an ocean‘

Memories- is what we’re left with...

I miss those eyes which looked at me with love, that nose that sniffed me from over a kilometer, that tongue which licked my like hell, those paws which shook my hands and those teeth which occasionally scared me off. It’s difficult when someone leaves you alone, someone you loved so much, someone you adored. But it’s even more difficult when you realize you’ll never see them again. There’s not been much time since the day I realized that.

We all knew that the time was near but still the news was a big shock. And suddenly all the moments shared together cluttered my mind. It was hard to believe that hazel’s dead. The next time I went to my mamaji’s place, I was expecting her to come from under the table and start licking my hand. But she didn’t come. Over our next visits I imagined all sort of things, her bark, her moving near the door, her dancing around my feet and her nose sniffing for my custard. But she never came.

I was then reminded of the time when she was ill. Her frail body, tired eyes and weak voice, they were painful so her passing away seemed a peaceful end but it still doesn’t ease the heart. Heart is selfish, it wants to keep the ones it loves alive, always.

After that day the rooms reflected that they missed something. There was no more a basket lying in the bedroom and no more was there a plate near the dining table. Those dog biscuits pained your heart, and the new brush bought just two days ago seemed so ironical.

I took the dog biscuits for the pups in our college. Feeding them with the biscuits brought me closer to the fact that though this is not the end but there will be no more ‘a date with hazel’ stories…

The Man I Love

In my life I’ve loved a man
After him I’ve been mad like a fan…
He doesn’t open up much
But always smiles on my touch…

I remember the time
When he taught me to rhyme…
He held my hand and helped me write
And always wanted me to be bright…

And how while holding his finger
After every step I used to linger,
But then a tug of hand and smile on the face
Is what taught me to walk with such grace…

Also came the time when we went to our village together
He always smiled on the small treasures I used to gather…
Beside him I tried every jump and flip
As I knew that if ever to fall he was there to grip…

Of his anger, I was a bit scared
To upset him I never dared…
Of his love, I was very fond
And the family trips helped strengthen the bond…

Calling me ‘AATA BORI’ he carried me on his back
And every day I loved to hear him whistle a new track…
Every time I demanded anything
I got it even before I could blink…

His work forces him to live a bit far
But for me he’ll always be a star…
As he continues to shower his love
And wishes for me to rise higher above…

Gurleen

Still remember this day from last year. We hardly knew each other! We saw her coming to college, looking gorgeous in a black top and beautifully done hair. Guessed it might be her birthday and wished her and went on our own ways.

And today making her happy is the only thing that matters to me. Her every gesture enthralls me.
Times change so fast that you don’t even get to know when someone takes his seat deep inside your heart. Two people, unsuspectingly, became the medium to bring us together and now she’s the most special friend in my life.
Her name totally reflects her heart as her faith in God stands undeterred. She’s sweet as honey, without any adulteration. She’s the one capable of true friendship and love.
In my life I’ve met many people, always complaining, fighting and grudging, but she won’t. Her heart, as clean as her intentions, is spiritual and moral pillar.
But she’s not limited to that! She’s our ‘kuta’ (pronounced as cute-aa), naughty, funny and has excellent English (‘please stay here for few more time!’).
She’s the one who’ll let me be the obstinate child I am, always fighting, complaining and bossing over. Like a lovely sister she’ll handle my every anger outburst, listen patiently, calm my anxiety and shower her love. She’s the perfect friend, lovable person and utterly gorgeous.
No need to say that I Love Her as you fall in love with her the very moment she enters your life!

That’s my friend! That’s my gurleen!