How nice it would be if our life had a 'space' and 'overwrite' button. Press 'space' and create a gap from distress moment while the 'overwrite' button can transform the gravest moment into a happy one.
At first I used to think why people want this so called 'space' in their life . Is not it that we are a anti-loner and always seek companionship every now and then? Slowly things got clearer.
Space is that anti-depression pill that momentarily isolates you from the trouble causing area, it does not immunize you. So doze of space must be accompanied by 'overwrite' pill.
Now this 'overwrite' button is very magical and strangely every one has a hold of it. We just need to believe that situation can be modified if we really are flexible on 'perspective' point. Now applying this overwrite requires a bit of skill . C'mon not every trouble area require pain killer, do they?
So we need to work smart and we need to blend the potion for better results. Sometime just 'ignoring' the pain area helps in 'overwriting'.
With love
Sayani
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Saturday, July 17, 2010
‘Kite’y Experience
I have come across many kite flyers, who irrespective of age just get excited for the game. Once my dad shared with me detail knowledge of how to ‘prepare a good kite’ to ‘how to fly it higher without touching ground’ techniques.
During my childhood, grandpa used to tell me stories of his boyish adventure and how he used to sneak pass his school corridor just to fly a kite and the consequences that followed next, usually with punishment of ‘kneel down’ and ‘caning ’.
Surprisingly the game was quite popular among girls gang. Well not as front players but mostly doing the back office job like preparing the glues, string setting, cutting etc. As I have heard from my uncles and mothers, it was a celebration indeed.
I wonder what happened to this so vibrant game. Leaving western zone of Gujarat, Rajasthan, I doubt hardly one nowadays take any interest. Can not blame them, where’s the opportunity. The skyscraper buildings, semi cloudy (smog) sky replaced kite flying with ‘need for speed II ’. Change after all is the constant element.
However, I was glad to be a spectator of a ‘kite flying competition’. I happened to visit a village, outskirt of a town called ‘Balurghat’. It was a grand event with locals pouring down, children shouting at the top of their voices accompanied by cycle bells. May be I can not write down the sensation I felt but I will try it. What I felt there was a ‘unity’ for a cause, innocence of human minds, cheerful ambience created by enthusiastic locals. In short it was brilliant.
But do you know what I enjoyed most?
When a kite which was flying high, navigated by a veteran sailor… went loose. It swung high, gave anticlockwise swirl midair and then started a ‘free fall’. Yes!! I enjoyed the freedom it showed , I enjoyed the life it lead and I witnessed the best part of kite flying; when it run loose …just out of any control.
During my childhood, grandpa used to tell me stories of his boyish adventure and how he used to sneak pass his school corridor just to fly a kite and the consequences that followed next, usually with punishment of ‘kneel down’ and ‘caning ’.
Surprisingly the game was quite popular among girls gang. Well not as front players but mostly doing the back office job like preparing the glues, string setting, cutting etc. As I have heard from my uncles and mothers, it was a celebration indeed.
I wonder what happened to this so vibrant game. Leaving western zone of Gujarat, Rajasthan, I doubt hardly one nowadays take any interest. Can not blame them, where’s the opportunity. The skyscraper buildings, semi cloudy (smog) sky replaced kite flying with ‘need for speed II ’. Change after all is the constant element.
However, I was glad to be a spectator of a ‘kite flying competition’. I happened to visit a village, outskirt of a town called ‘Balurghat’. It was a grand event with locals pouring down, children shouting at the top of their voices accompanied by cycle bells. May be I can not write down the sensation I felt but I will try it. What I felt there was a ‘unity’ for a cause, innocence of human minds, cheerful ambience created by enthusiastic locals. In short it was brilliant.
But do you know what I enjoyed most?
When a kite which was flying high, navigated by a veteran sailor… went loose. It swung high, gave anticlockwise swirl midair and then started a ‘free fall’. Yes!! I enjoyed the freedom it showed , I enjoyed the life it lead and I witnessed the best part of kite flying; when it run loose …just out of any control.
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Sunday, April 18, 2010
Desperate Letter
I wish I could tell you how much you mean to me...
But I could not; I wish I could let you see my expression, But that too I could not. I know am lost and sometime I really wanted to belong to you ...just to you. I could not. Your presence comfort me in unuttered silence and I reciprocate with equally silent gestures...it perhaps got unnoticed. I was unable to show you that I know you care.
I am sure these are nothing but may be some part of those ruptured emotion which seeped through the uncontrolled mind of an Alzheimer’s meant something.
Each day you came, sat and stroked my hair while I lay passively. I could see the desperation in your eyes and yet I could not reach them, console them …I just could not. Three long years I have seen you come and go till last night.
There were confusion and wanting in you…there was life ready to enter you …I could see that. I could sense that you are tired with the regular visit with no sign of recovery; I could see your part torn in wariness, loyalty and duty for your beloved wife so much that you are forcefully withdrawing yourself from the love you deserve. The love that is waiting for you outside the door of this institution…I could see it.
My dear, love is boundless at least it should never give you a feeling of hopelessness. I am sure you will have the life that we once dreamt…but am happy if it is not with me trust me; am really happy. Before I succumb totally and bid farewell to all these bounds and emotional earthly cuffs I wanted you to know you were a special gift and though I could not tell you how much I wish to kiss you one last time...am happy .
Still, I wish I could tell you how much you mean to me...
But I could not; I wish I could let you see my expression, But that too I could not. I know am lost and sometime I really wanted to belong to you ...just to you. I could not. Your presence comfort me in unuttered silence and I reciprocate with equally silent gestures...it perhaps got unnoticed. I was unable to show you that I know you care.
I am sure these are nothing but may be some part of those ruptured emotion which seeped through the uncontrolled mind of an Alzheimer’s meant something.
Each day you came, sat and stroked my hair while I lay passively. I could see the desperation in your eyes and yet I could not reach them, console them …I just could not. Three long years I have seen you come and go till last night.
There were confusion and wanting in you…there was life ready to enter you …I could see that. I could sense that you are tired with the regular visit with no sign of recovery; I could see your part torn in wariness, loyalty and duty for your beloved wife so much that you are forcefully withdrawing yourself from the love you deserve. The love that is waiting for you outside the door of this institution…I could see it.
My dear, love is boundless at least it should never give you a feeling of hopelessness. I am sure you will have the life that we once dreamt…but am happy if it is not with me trust me; am really happy. Before I succumb totally and bid farewell to all these bounds and emotional earthly cuffs I wanted you to know you were a special gift and though I could not tell you how much I wish to kiss you one last time...am happy .
Still, I wish I could tell you how much you mean to me...
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Reflection...
As I sat by your side,
I see a girl of twenty
I see some dreams
I see some hope....
A breeze flows
and you shift a li'l
I again look at you
I see a frailing face,
Burdened with norms and regulations,
I see the hands tied , eyes moist
But, still she smiles.....
A breeze again ;
I uncomfortably look at you
I see a girl of twenty
I see her calm and composed
I see her gaze still
I see her lips parted a bit....
She stare down at me & says
'Wash me away Oh Ganges Please'
I see a girl of twenty
I see some dreams
I see some hope....
A breeze flows
and you shift a li'l
I again look at you
I see a frailing face,
Burdened with norms and regulations,
I see the hands tied , eyes moist
But, still she smiles.....
A breeze again ;
I uncomfortably look at you
I see a girl of twenty
I see her calm and composed
I see her gaze still
I see her lips parted a bit....
She stare down at me & says
'Wash me away Oh Ganges Please'
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Freedom ....free from the dome of fear
Exactly as you all might be noticing the similarity between the words. I was just musing over these two words....
Fear and freedom ...so attached with one other that we contemplate it distinctly …the one without other. But my observation do fetch the very idea that they are something like twin sisters…one accelerate the other.
Definitely I will like to hear your opinion ….
And thank you so much…for keeping up with my irregularities …
Love you all.
Take care
Monday, February 15, 2010
Valentine ...the world waiting for love
Well I know it must be decade since I disappeared from blog sphere. And my apologies. At the same time I hope that all of you had a great time ...
So what did you guys do at valentine day ? The day before valentine day I watched the flock of youngsters arguing with the vendor for the sudden price rise of red rose and still happily buying them . The sign of contentment in their eyes after buying the rose, mesmerised me...
Bumped over a group who was trying hard to figure out which Multiplex theatre will still have some shows of 'My name is khan' for the valentine day....
So i guess love is in the air...
I've learnt that love is a wonderful thing and blessings since my childhood. But as I grew up I witnessed so much opposition to this Wonderful Thing'. I had seen people killing each other for the 'love of religion', seen terrorising outer state people for the name of 'some local welfare' and also seen 'Honor killing' just because some couple were in love...
so much for 'Love' ....
so this valentine I had a normal day ...just like the day before selfishly busy and demanding...
So what did you guys do at valentine day ? The day before valentine day I watched the flock of youngsters arguing with the vendor for the sudden price rise of red rose and still happily buying them . The sign of contentment in their eyes after buying the rose, mesmerised me...
Bumped over a group who was trying hard to figure out which Multiplex theatre will still have some shows of 'My name is khan' for the valentine day....
So i guess love is in the air...
I've learnt that love is a wonderful thing and blessings since my childhood. But as I grew up I witnessed so much opposition to this Wonderful Thing'. I had seen people killing each other for the 'love of religion', seen terrorising outer state people for the name of 'some local welfare' and also seen 'Honor killing' just because some couple were in love...
so much for 'Love' ....
so this valentine I had a normal day ...just like the day before selfishly busy and demanding...
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
How many more Attacks needed before emerging as “Globanians”
Well this is not particularly to the attackers of Indians in Australia, but towards every individual who claims themselves to be resident of twenty first century. Who claims to be ‘modern’ and ‘literate’? I have my own reservation regarding the terms though.
Each and every day I come across at least one article which preaches reader to lead a balance life, to show compassion and kindness. Stunningly at the same time I encounter twenty more articles on Violence, Terrorism, Rape, Murder and Child abuse.
The fact is that we don’t want to leave our animal behavior; we just try to wrap it under some names like “education”, “Culture”, “modernization” blah blah!!!
International meets, memoranda sign, expansion of Global Corridor, these are terms which holds importance to very few and very few realizes the meaning ….literally very few. In countries where People fight for just a morsel of bread and other basic amenities like water and shelter, what importance this “Global market” may possibly have?
The attacks reveal nothing but the lack of sanity and humanity. We have long forgotten how to share. We have abandoned our rights in Fear. We have just become unknown citizen with some pin codes. The unfortunate part is that we lost somewhere in this “genetic evolution” our humanity.
So when the world shouts in the name of globalization, my eyes searches for that Globanian. Because I trust we all are potential candidate, just we need to evoke ourselves from the slumber of Ignorance. We just need to be what we actually are – “HUMAN”
Each and every day I come across at least one article which preaches reader to lead a balance life, to show compassion and kindness. Stunningly at the same time I encounter twenty more articles on Violence, Terrorism, Rape, Murder and Child abuse.
The fact is that we don’t want to leave our animal behavior; we just try to wrap it under some names like “education”, “Culture”, “modernization” blah blah!!!
International meets, memoranda sign, expansion of Global Corridor, these are terms which holds importance to very few and very few realizes the meaning ….literally very few. In countries where People fight for just a morsel of bread and other basic amenities like water and shelter, what importance this “Global market” may possibly have?
The attacks reveal nothing but the lack of sanity and humanity. We have long forgotten how to share. We have abandoned our rights in Fear. We have just become unknown citizen with some pin codes. The unfortunate part is that we lost somewhere in this “genetic evolution” our humanity.
So when the world shouts in the name of globalization, my eyes searches for that Globanian. Because I trust we all are potential candidate, just we need to evoke ourselves from the slumber of Ignorance. We just need to be what we actually are – “HUMAN”
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