I wrote this article for the Nashik Times on Valentines Day two years back...
for me this read was a dip in the nostalgic spring of the very words that came steeaming from my heart two years back....
though you bloggers will like this!!!!
Ties That Bind
A relationship that is consistent, intimate, lifeward, loving and caring can do wonders to your life…
Emotions are the breeze which sets our heart aflutter. Feelings of acceptance, sublimity, sensitivity, compassion, thoughtfulness, endurance, flexibility and tolerance…all rolled into one make a relationship beautiful and worth cherishing. Two individuals grow in a relationship and bloom into better human-beings nurturing and guiding each other through.
With love comes sense and sensibility. Unlike infatuation love is a steady blaze which lights the life of both the ones who light it and receive the light. Infatuation is an intense feeling of elation while love is exhilaration coupled with a sense of maturity and responsibility of the other individual. Kirti Pandya, who has recently tied the nuptial knot shares, “One often confuses infatuation with love. A good-looking individual or a charming personality passing by may attract your attention; but only after knowing a person properly can love come into the picture.”
Well said. Love is eternal and everything else is ephemeral. Two people basically come together because they share the same set of values or core principles of life and desire similar things from life as a whole. It does not matter much if their personal interests, likes and dislikes towards material things differ from one another.
SK Singh and his wife, a doting couple who are looking forward to their 30th anniversary, when asked about the secret of a lifelong union slip into a nostalgic mode as they speak their heart out, “It’s pretty easy to fall in love or for that matter simply feel the emotion. But what is important is to experience a constancy of feelings and emotions for the other person. Even after years of marriage the basic care, concern and responsibility for each other, one’s needs and happiness have remained constant. The feelings are mutual and that is what makes a relationship truly beautiful.”
A number of relationship experts and marital counselors lay a lot of emphasis on communication in a relationship. It’s not only essential to be a good listener but be ready to talk things out with your partner if things are going the way you anticipate instead of simply blaming each other or getting tangled in the ‘taken for granted syndrome’ which will threaten the relationship in the long run.
The road to a joyful affiliation with your partner may not always be a path of roses. A few pebbles or grunge may lie on the pathway. Mind you! There will be bends on the road too. Maybe the cruel pace of life with grueling professional schedules and other obligations will grind out your time for each other. But trust, faith, accepting each other’s shortcomings, understanding and appreciating the differences and more importantly spending quality time with each other will see you through. And last but not the least you have to love and respect yourself; because you cannot give to another individual what you do not have for yourself. And nothing is more satisfying than knowing that you can love an individual with all your mind, heart and soul and be loved in return.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Falling from grace
Adrenalin oozed out. Outraged rants bombarded news channels and newspapers screamed of heartache and anguish. The Mumbai attacks cut open urban India and has exposed flesh bones et al. Everybody whether directly affected or just witnessing the event on the other side of the TV were talking about the territorial and emotional assault on the financial nerve center. All was loud and bright until the dazzle of elections weakened the wick of the candle.
Indeed, couple of months back our tricolour nation took to streets, soul-stirring sms, e-mails and online petitions driving you to play your part and do your bit that you can to make the world a better place to live in. The cream of the crop found their activist voices that apparently fizzed out in a while. And now we're all back to work. The epidemic that everyone was down with soon wiped every essence of its presence. Looks like the movie Ghajini talk about a commonplace disorder…short-term memory loss. For the state of memory of the aam junta is not really different from what the protagonist in the movie suffered from.
Catastrophes like these wake people up from their deep slumber that in turn tries to wake the authorities up. When the terror gun was pointed at Aamchi Mumbai muddled administration of the city and the country as whole raised its ugly head followed by R. R. Patil being replaced by Chhagan Bhujbal as deputy chief minister of Maharashtra. Well, did we forget that he is the same man who was made to resign five years ago after his name cropped up in the Telgi scam? Well. Like I said, short-term memory loss. If 2 years later, god forbid if there is another bomb blast he will resign and a Vilas Rao will be pulled out of the woodwork since public memory would have cooled off by then and his current incompetence would be a haze.
You don’t know how it feels until you are on the other side of the gun and India has been on this tin edgy end more than once. We are definitely under the weather, but we cannot overlook the importance of making things better and breathing cleaner air. Well we have already started a battle, a battle of words… everybody from Mahesh Bhatt to Barkha Dutt to my paperboy have an opinion that goes to the emotional crest. We have Simi Garewal pointing out the brilliance of George Bush's strategy of attack and we should do the same. She even directed our attention to those jhuggis who are displaying green coloured flags.Mukhtar Abbas Naqvi pointed to lipstick painted and powder dabbed faces at candle lit vigils calling them no less than terrorists. Shobha De retorted by saying she is proud of her lipstick and powder and a lifestyle, honestly earned and enjoyed. The policy is if you do not throw a bouquet at me expect a brickbat. It's amazing how quickly we turn the venom on each other at a time of crisis.
Somebody said the crisis has brought India closer together and established us as united, sensitive and humane? Is it or we are back we are. Going about our own affairs and minding our respective businesses slipping into the non-clinical Alzheimer living in our glass cubes where we can definitely see each other but not touch and feel others.
Youngsters said they don’t want a movie about their grief and pain on the glorified 70mm. But will the coming generation remember and feel what we all went through as a collective nation on the ill-fated day? Were there no movies like Buniyaad, Garam Hawa, Gadar, Earth, Pinjar would be able live the pain, grief and anguish what the generation before experienced? It is art, paintings, literature, poetry and cinema that keep something in public consciousness alive. To have awakened somebody you constantly need to stir him.
The my-outrage-is-better-than-your-outrage-and –my-pain-is-deeper-than- your-pain-& -my-grief-is-of-the-greatest-magnitude-&- we-are-holier-than-thou attitude does not work.
So please don't turn a deaf ear. You really matter even if your effort is a drop in the ocean. Especially if you are the one who sends me the millionth SMS or email or facebook invite asking me to wake up. Remember you have to be awake to wake others up.
Adrenalin oozed out. Outraged rants bombarded news channels and newspapers screamed of heartache and anguish. The Mumbai attacks cut open urban India and has exposed flesh bones et al. Everybody whether directly affected or just witnessing the event on the other side of the TV were talking about the territorial and emotional assault on the financial nerve center. All was loud and bright until the dazzle of elections weakened the wick of the candle.
Indeed, couple of months back our tricolour nation took to streets, soul-stirring sms, e-mails and online petitions driving you to play your part and do your bit that you can to make the world a better place to live in. The cream of the crop found their activist voices that apparently fizzed out in a while. And now we're all back to work. The epidemic that everyone was down with soon wiped every essence of its presence. Looks like the movie Ghajini talk about a commonplace disorder…short-term memory loss. For the state of memory of the aam junta is not really different from what the protagonist in the movie suffered from.
Catastrophes like these wake people up from their deep slumber that in turn tries to wake the authorities up. When the terror gun was pointed at Aamchi Mumbai muddled administration of the city and the country as whole raised its ugly head followed by R. R. Patil being replaced by Chhagan Bhujbal as deputy chief minister of Maharashtra. Well, did we forget that he is the same man who was made to resign five years ago after his name cropped up in the Telgi scam? Well. Like I said, short-term memory loss. If 2 years later, god forbid if there is another bomb blast he will resign and a Vilas Rao will be pulled out of the woodwork since public memory would have cooled off by then and his current incompetence would be a haze.
You don’t know how it feels until you are on the other side of the gun and India has been on this tin edgy end more than once. We are definitely under the weather, but we cannot overlook the importance of making things better and breathing cleaner air. Well we have already started a battle, a battle of words… everybody from Mahesh Bhatt to Barkha Dutt to my paperboy have an opinion that goes to the emotional crest. We have Simi Garewal pointing out the brilliance of George Bush's strategy of attack and we should do the same. She even directed our attention to those jhuggis who are displaying green coloured flags.Mukhtar Abbas Naqvi pointed to lipstick painted and powder dabbed faces at candle lit vigils calling them no less than terrorists. Shobha De retorted by saying she is proud of her lipstick and powder and a lifestyle, honestly earned and enjoyed. The policy is if you do not throw a bouquet at me expect a brickbat. It's amazing how quickly we turn the venom on each other at a time of crisis.
Somebody said the crisis has brought India closer together and established us as united, sensitive and humane? Is it or we are back we are. Going about our own affairs and minding our respective businesses slipping into the non-clinical Alzheimer living in our glass cubes where we can definitely see each other but not touch and feel others.
Youngsters said they don’t want a movie about their grief and pain on the glorified 70mm. But will the coming generation remember and feel what we all went through as a collective nation on the ill-fated day? Were there no movies like Buniyaad, Garam Hawa, Gadar, Earth, Pinjar would be able live the pain, grief and anguish what the generation before experienced? It is art, paintings, literature, poetry and cinema that keep something in public consciousness alive. To have awakened somebody you constantly need to stir him.
The my-outrage-is-better-than-your-outrage-and –my-pain-is-deeper-than- your-pain-& -my-grief-is-of-the-greatest-magnitude-&- we-are-holier-than-thou attitude does not work.
So please don't turn a deaf ear. You really matter even if your effort is a drop in the ocean. Especially if you are the one who sends me the millionth SMS or email or facebook invite asking me to wake up. Remember you have to be awake to wake others up.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Hey Soulmate…
Isn’t a lot already been written, said and read?
But my prose is yet to edify a path not tread.
My lyrics will unveil a tale unfold,
To reveal shades unseen and feelings untold.
Can you but conquer a language just by making a few words your own?
Or simply douse your hand to gauge the depth of the mighty ocean that the earths adorn…
Love is breathing life into gestured emotions that mere words fail to evince
Its Not bottling emotions within or giving the words a mince
Experiencing the joy of my Soulmate walking by
Even when the clock threats to run and minutes simply fly
Unearthing the latent virtues and those deep embryonic sighs.
Lifting our conjoined wings to reach enthralling highs.
Trying to Capture the tempest that jogs into a dervish whirl
Strings of my heart that I pull and hurl
Having found you my search ends but journey continues
A soulful lilt planted in my step as each moment renews…
~ Soulmate (Solemate)
Isn’t a lot already been written, said and read?
But my prose is yet to edify a path not tread.
My lyrics will unveil a tale unfold,
To reveal shades unseen and feelings untold.
Can you but conquer a language just by making a few words your own?
Or simply douse your hand to gauge the depth of the mighty ocean that the earths adorn…
Love is breathing life into gestured emotions that mere words fail to evince
Its Not bottling emotions within or giving the words a mince
Experiencing the joy of my Soulmate walking by
Even when the clock threats to run and minutes simply fly
Unearthing the latent virtues and those deep embryonic sighs.
Lifting our conjoined wings to reach enthralling highs.
Trying to Capture the tempest that jogs into a dervish whirl
Strings of my heart that I pull and hurl
Having found you my search ends but journey continues
A soulful lilt planted in my step as each moment renews…
~ Soulmate (Solemate)
Monday, January 5, 2009
MY WAY
I've just seen a few springs in my life
but have traveled many roads.
And not ones that were beaten and rife
But treading the path and choosing my way.
Regrets and remorse… yes I've had a few, who doesn’t?
but I still walked my way strong
Taking every defeat in my stride
Still walking the path with all the plume and pride
I bit more than I could chew
Asked questions whose answers I always knew
I have nursed a broken heart
Embraced pain when I had to reluctantly depart
I have run into the strangest of by lanes
and yet managed to find my way
There were times when I screeched at the tiniest of doubt
And then actually fought it all out.
I've it laughed till I cried
I have shed copious tears till I managed to pull a smile,
I've strangely loved and lost
And lost and found the same love again
I have been there done that,
and landed up right there back again
Tried to run away from myself the most but in vain
And always ended up bumping into me…yes again!
Jumped the tallest mountain falling to the zilch
and yet climbed it back again.
The blows and scars say it all
Bearing witness to the journey I have had.
The curtains are yet to fall
The tree is yet to shed its leaves
The stream is yet to bury its head in the rivers’s lap
Until then..I have time to live my dreams…
Live it all My Way~~~~
I've just seen a few springs in my life
but have traveled many roads.
And not ones that were beaten and rife
But treading the path and choosing my way.
Regrets and remorse… yes I've had a few, who doesn’t?
but I still walked my way strong
Taking every defeat in my stride
Still walking the path with all the plume and pride
I bit more than I could chew
Asked questions whose answers I always knew
I have nursed a broken heart
Embraced pain when I had to reluctantly depart
I have run into the strangest of by lanes
and yet managed to find my way
There were times when I screeched at the tiniest of doubt
And then actually fought it all out.
I've it laughed till I cried
I have shed copious tears till I managed to pull a smile,
I've strangely loved and lost
And lost and found the same love again
I have been there done that,
and landed up right there back again
Tried to run away from myself the most but in vain
And always ended up bumping into me…yes again!
Jumped the tallest mountain falling to the zilch
and yet climbed it back again.
The blows and scars say it all
Bearing witness to the journey I have had.
The curtains are yet to fall
The tree is yet to shed its leaves
The stream is yet to bury its head in the rivers’s lap
Until then..I have time to live my dreams…
Live it all My Way~~~~
Friday, October 31, 2008
THIS IS ONE OF MY POETIC CREATIONS:
WHAT WAS WEAVED BY GOD AS A FAIRY TALE... ALL OF A SUDDEN STARTED LOOKING SO PALE...
WHAT WAS VIEWED AS A PRECIOUS GIFT FROM THE LORD...WAS RUINED BY THE WRATH OF THE CRUELTY’S SWORD
THE LITTLE GIRL FELT SHE WOULD BE SHATTERED IN THIS WORLD WHERE KINDNESS HARDLY MATTERED...
THEN GOD CALLED "LOVE" HER PRETTY NAME...
TO LOVE ALL MANKIND BECAME HER AIM...
AND THE GIRL STEPPED INTO THE WORLD...
WITH A FATIH WHICH SHE WOULD TIGHTLY HOLD
TO TOUCH EVERY GLOOMY HEART...
AND WASH HATRED OUT....
AND LET THE STREAM OF LOVE ABUNDANTLY FLOW
AND RELEASE SMILES LIKE FLUTTERING BUTTERFLIES TO SET EVERY HEART AGLOW.
WHAT WAS WEAVED BY GOD AS A FAIRY TALE... ALL OF A SUDDEN STARTED LOOKING SO PALE...
WHAT WAS VIEWED AS A PRECIOUS GIFT FROM THE LORD...WAS RUINED BY THE WRATH OF THE CRUELTY’S SWORD
THE LITTLE GIRL FELT SHE WOULD BE SHATTERED IN THIS WORLD WHERE KINDNESS HARDLY MATTERED...
THEN GOD CALLED "LOVE" HER PRETTY NAME...
TO LOVE ALL MANKIND BECAME HER AIM...
AND THE GIRL STEPPED INTO THE WORLD...
WITH A FATIH WHICH SHE WOULD TIGHTLY HOLD
TO TOUCH EVERY GLOOMY HEART...
AND WASH HATRED OUT....
AND LET THE STREAM OF LOVE ABUNDANTLY FLOW
AND RELEASE SMILES LIKE FLUTTERING BUTTERFLIES TO SET EVERY HEART AGLOW.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Life and I are having a love affair...
I am so much I so much in love with love life that at times I just cannot contain my love for it. The more I love and care for it, the more it loves me back …I want to give a warm hug to life, clinch it in my arms and get lost in its embrace...where I don't need anyone else. Its hug envelopes and shields me from the rest of the world. I wanna make love to life with such zeal and passion that I feel that we aren't 2 separate entities but one...One belongs to and is a part of the other. Sometimes, just like a real life lover, it adopts a motherly and caring nature and fills the journey of my being to its destination with vibrant colours.
But the roller-coaster ride that it is, there are times when Life's cold-bloodedness befuddles me... and I'm at my wit's end figuring out what have I done to deserve this?
Like a real good girlfriend, I don't bring things up till Life doesn't wanna answer my questions on it's own... and in its own ways and manners.
You know what…Life pampers me, understands my deepest driving needs when we just sit together taking trips down the nadirs of the relationship that we have shared, it realises it has hurt me. We try to reason things out… it tries to assuage my pain and explains itself to me… ‘that cliched’-everything-happens for a reason-to me. And I am happy again.
Can I get luckier than this… To be in love with someone who loves me back with the same madness, ardent passion, intensity and whirlpool of emotions…reaching the summits of loving and giving till it is humanly possible? Sometimes my LOVE steps into this role of being a philosopher and guide sort of a thing… giving a patient ear to whatever I have to say.
I am so much I so much in love with love life that at times I just cannot contain my love for it. The more I love and care for it, the more it loves me back …I want to give a warm hug to life, clinch it in my arms and get lost in its embrace...where I don't need anyone else. Its hug envelopes and shields me from the rest of the world. I wanna make love to life with such zeal and passion that I feel that we aren't 2 separate entities but one...One belongs to and is a part of the other. Sometimes, just like a real life lover, it adopts a motherly and caring nature and fills the journey of my being to its destination with vibrant colours.
But the roller-coaster ride that it is, there are times when Life's cold-bloodedness befuddles me... and I'm at my wit's end figuring out what have I done to deserve this?
Like a real good girlfriend, I don't bring things up till Life doesn't wanna answer my questions on it's own... and in its own ways and manners.
You know what…Life pampers me, understands my deepest driving needs when we just sit together taking trips down the nadirs of the relationship that we have shared, it realises it has hurt me. We try to reason things out… it tries to assuage my pain and explains itself to me… ‘that cliched’-everything-happens for a reason-to me. And I am happy again.
Can I get luckier than this… To be in love with someone who loves me back with the same madness, ardent passion, intensity and whirlpool of emotions…reaching the summits of loving and giving till it is humanly possible? Sometimes my LOVE steps into this role of being a philosopher and guide sort of a thing… giving a patient ear to whatever I have to say.
Life......my lover, my teacher, my guide, my mentor, my love...all rolled into one... :-)
Thursday, September 11, 2008
THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS
1. Hot Water Shower
2. Poems
3. Peeling off fevicol residue from my hands long after I have used it
4. Little girls with long hair
5. Mountain peaks and Abyss
6. Old Photo albums
7. Editorial page on Times Of India
8. Crisp feel of the morning newspaper
9. Questions in exam that I have just studied a night before
10. My nose-ring
11. Rooh afzaa
12. The 1st drizzle
13. Book-marks
14. Pitter patterns of the raindrops
15. An unexpected phone call which runs for hours
16. Instrumental Music
17. Chai in an earthen pot
2. Poems
3. Peeling off fevicol residue from my hands long after I have used it
4. Little girls with long hair
5. Mountain peaks and Abyss
6. Old Photo albums
7. Editorial page on Times Of India
8. Crisp feel of the morning newspaper
9. Questions in exam that I have just studied a night before
10. My nose-ring
11. Rooh afzaa
12. The 1st drizzle
13. Book-marks
14. Pitter patterns of the raindrops
15. An unexpected phone call which runs for hours
16. Instrumental Music
17. Chai in an earthen pot
18. Reading
19. Day-dreaming
20. Moon night
21. Creative Power Point presentations
22. Finding money in my jeans which I had forgotten
23. Sleeping in class
24. Seeing "1 New Message”
25. Bitter Chocolates
26. Listening to inspiring speeches
27. Finding what i'm looking on Wikipedia or Google
28. Quotable Quotes
29. Genuine people
30. Star gazing
31. Henna
32. My scooty… it has taken me places
34. Receiving appreciations
35. Watching the incense stick burn
36. Intellectual conversations
37. Eating sweet pearl like homeopathy pills
38. Romance
39. Meeting old friends
40. Sunrise
41. Smell of hot coffee
42. Honest confessions
43. Arriving at places on time
44. Bursting bubble sheets
45. My birthday
46. Jagjeet Singh
47. Vanilla ice-cream with hot chocolate sauce
48. Fairy tales
49. Scrabble
50. Readers Digest
51. Black and white photos
52. Solitude
53. Creative writing
54. Drawing smileys
55. Scribbling couplets on the last page of my book
19. Day-dreaming
20. Moon night
21. Creative Power Point presentations
22. Finding money in my jeans which I had forgotten
23. Sleeping in class
24. Seeing "1 New Message”
25. Bitter Chocolates
26. Listening to inspiring speeches
27. Finding what i'm looking on Wikipedia or Google
28. Quotable Quotes
29. Genuine people
30. Star gazing
31. Henna
32. My scooty… it has taken me places
34. Receiving appreciations
35. Watching the incense stick burn
36. Intellectual conversations
37. Eating sweet pearl like homeopathy pills
38. Romance
39. Meeting old friends
40. Sunrise
41. Smell of hot coffee
42. Honest confessions
43. Arriving at places on time
44. Bursting bubble sheets
45. My birthday
46. Jagjeet Singh
47. Vanilla ice-cream with hot chocolate sauce
48. Fairy tales
49. Scrabble
50. Readers Digest
51. Black and white photos
52. Solitude
53. Creative writing
54. Drawing smileys
55. Scribbling couplets on the last page of my book
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