Santa comes calling much before Christmas!

Its difficult to justify thoughts. It is difficult to understand certain things and why they happen? It is difficult to be patient for a long period of time and then realise that the patience is still there but the terms have changed. It is difficult to make peace with the feeling that it is alright to be honest and genuine all the way. It is difficult to keep on wondering about fateful incidents and why they prick so much. It is difficult to contemplate why certain people 'just give you ideas' like none before and then laugh all the way. 

Photo: Jayashree

It is difficult to accept change and certainly when it comes calling in an unexpected way. I never thought an evening could really make me think differently than the way I have thought for the last few years. Laughter is a gift and a good company certainly provides it in abundance. It does not mean, my wait has ended, it means that I know a person who can tell me what to think and why to think in a certain way and let me stay, like me.

It is difficult to have people who read your mind everytime and I am thankful to have some around me these days. It just tells you how much you have held back from the fear of non-acceptance, non-acknowledgement and what not. It is difficult to find people who match your so-called wavelength and your way of thinking, or atleast seem to try and understand. Yes, weird ideas do not easily find acceptance but then I have always loved fairytales not for the fact that they were simply beautiful romantics but for the way of imagination and narration. 

Photo: Jayashree, Chandigarh, December, 2011

There are so many things that we find in common over a long period of time but there are these unbeatable equations that just happen. There is nothing to hide about it, but it still is a treasure to have. 

Photo: Jayashree, Chandigarh, December, 2011

To this Christmas, I wish to declare that I found myself a Santa. Infact, we found each other. A Santa who is there to spread happiness. A Santa who is there to tell you how to move on in life. A Santa who is a simple person at heart. A Santa who knocked on my door much before Christmas and has given me reasons to cheer for the times to come. 

A Santa who talks less and in monosyllables and so is an 'intellectual'. 

A Santa who has always been a fighter and so remains the 'hero'. 

A Santa who loves to vanish like Mr. India (Anil Kapoor starrer 1987 Bollywood movie). A Santa who is so down to earth in the times that are hard. A Santa who shall and will remain close to heart, even if the Santa moves to a new home, new town and a new land. 

Merry Christmas! Let all of you get such crazy, fun, likeable and wonderful Santas. 

P.S: My Santa has been working so hard that he forgot to eat and now has reduced so much! 

So, starting this Christmas, Santa, you need to have cheese and stuffed sandwiches and tea.

Bindi binded; family bonded!

Finally! Sitting down to write. Writing, something for my self and not for completing numerous assignments!

Well, Facebook provokes thoughts and here, I am with one of them. I read a comment saying that how putting 'bindi', the traditional Hindu way of not keeping the forehead empty is actually a matter of debate between the younger and older generations.

The older people want their daughters and girls in their homes to wear a bindi whereas the girls/women do not prefer to wear them especially with jeans or western wear. Where do I fit in this? 

Well, belonging to a TamBrahm (Tamil Brahmin) community, my parents and other relatives have always scolded me for not putting a bindi. I never used to listen. Until, I found out that what I put on my mother's insistence, actually has turned out to be a distinguishing characteristic of my personality.Using a sharpened end of a 'kajal' pencil, putting the 'ornamental dot' in the centre of the two eyebrows, has now actually become a style statement, a part of my identity and ofcourse, brings happiness to my parents' faces. 

Traditionally, considered to aggravate a major nerve point in the body responsible for 'concealed wisdom' and contain all experience in totality, this part of the human body has a special bond, either with understanding the essence of some cultures or fashioning a new style.

UNDER THE SKY!

IF ONLY, DREAMS WERE TRUE,

IF ONLY, STARS FELL ON EARTH,

IF ONLY, THE EVENING BREEZE MEANT YOUR COMING,

IF ONLY, PLACES MEANT LIVING,

HOW BEAUTIFUL, LIFE WOULD BE UNDER THE SKY!

IF ONLY, YOU LOVED ME,

IF ONLY, RAIN MEANT YOUR TOUCH,

IF ONLY, YOUR DIMPLED SMILES WERE FOR ME,

IF ONLY, WE WERE NOT APART LIKE THE SUN AND THE MOON,

HOW LOVELY, LIFE WOULD BE UNDER THE SKY!

 

EVEN IF HAD DISAGREEMENTS,

IF ONLY, YOU TRIED CROONING ME WITH YOUR AFFECTIONATE EYES,

IF ONLY, YOU EXPRESSED THROUGH HUGS AND KISSES,

A WORLD AWAY FORM ‘SORRYs, THANKYOUs AND PLEASE’ COULD BE LIVED FOREVER,

IF ONLY, DISTANCES DID NOT MATTER…

HOW WONDERFUL, LIFE WOULD BE UNDER THE SKY!

IF ONLY, WE COULD BOTH UNDERSTAND

EACH OTHER’S HEART AND THEIR RHYTHMS

IF ONLY, WE COULD STAND BY EACH OTHER

IN HAPPINESS AND IN PAIN, IN STRUGGLES AND SUCCESSES

HOW DRAMATIC YET ‘FULL OF US’, LIFE WOULD BE UNDER THE SKY! :) :)

OFF HEARTBREAKS AND HARDSHIPS!

OH YES! The month of May is here and with it the lingering question of "may or may not be"! 

This particular confusion lane starts with a broken heart and the hardest of the hard struggles that it ensues. Ofcourse, no way, we can belittle the pain and the trauma of losing a beloved or/and losing out on love, but it is important in a situation where emotions run wild and reason seems to betray trust and faithfulness, one should not altogether go with guns blazing on the poor love!

 

Imagine, only a few days back, you only called love, the most amazing and the most awesome feeling in the world, and now, just because, the loved person went on ahead with life, you blame the feeling of love for it? Love felt so good when you awarded it with beautiful words and phrases, and now, suddenly, a turnaround which compels it to ask "Why this Kolaveri?"

Its hard to contemplate at the beginning but the fact remains that you learn from your mistakes and they are like your shadows that do not leave you unless you move over them!

Agreed, that your lover did not turn out to be the perfect one, but that does not give a right to blame love for it, afterall, you only wanted to fall in love and in love with the idea of love. You only built your expectations too early and too fast without realising what it could mean for the future! 

All this might seem a bit harsh, but its time, we realize that blaming others, whether people or feelings can never work and repenting after problems have occurred does only lead to another struggle. I might be no one to comment on others life, but seeing this all around me, just leaves me aghast!

तो पागल हैं हम सब- ALL BECAUSE OF YOU MY 'sometimes' DEAR LOVE and 'often' NOT-SO-DEAR LOVE!!

Karva Chauth is fine- what about THE MOON?

Moon, you have a shade of blue tonight –
Is it something that you saw or heard?
Only yesterday, your tone was proud and bright,
Yellow silver, full, and so assured.

These lines by Mark R Slaughter in' Moon, We Look to You' http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moon-we-look-to-you/  just add to the significance of the day for millions of glaring eyes who look upto the Moon, some in the anticipation of breaking their fast for their dear (or could just be the opposite) husbands and the rest in their criticism of the custom. Either ways, Moon is the talking point of the whole day and the Guest of Honour for the evening. I don't know if anybody would have waited so much even for their husbands than for a glimpse of this brightest object in the night sky.

Its believed to be good for safety and longetivity of the husband and therefore, called the ideal wife's duty. OK! I get the point. But ever thought about the Moon?

The pointers!
The Fasting souls- whether married or otherwise pray for their husband's long lives, good enough but what about the criticism, abuses and the undue pressure on the Moon for making it on time?

The Moon for most people, especially those in love or married (notice the pun) is the constant unit of comparison. Though on an everyday basis, its compared to the beauty of the woman, on this day, for a change the comparison is with the man and that is why a sieve or sifter is used. Sadly, no holiday!

Remember, Dear ladies, lunatic decisions of your life when choosing a life partner might have made you suicidal, but fasting your way towards it on a Lunar moon day is definitely not in anybody's interest.

CONCLUDING REMARKS OF THE MOON-

Miles away, often i wait for you to see me,
so, here, i take my sweet revenge when you long for me!


         HAPPY KARVA CHAUTH :)