Simplicity

March 2008, enroute to Elephanta caves , somewhere near Mumbai , Gate way of India ,i saw this fisherman village .Few boats stading on the shore with the Indian Flag fying high in the air.It was a admirable sight .Isnt it strange that people who live under constant threat of poverty and deprivation tend to be more patriotic than the ones so called" affluent" .India lives in these villages and in the hearts of all these great Indian's who dont shy away from saying that I am Indian and no matter what my country offers me ,I love it as it gives me shelter and gives me my daily bread.How pure and simple life with basic expectations.
When i was a child and i used to see my maid's children laughing over nothing and playing with the branches of trees ,i used to feel how strange how can one laugh over inane stuff ? I mean a discussion should be intelligent ,comprehensive and dignified ..Little did i know i need to learn from them the art of being happy , truly happy ..the art to rejoice life in whatever form / whatever shape and whatever dimension.They may be far from intelligent and being literate but they can laugh on themselves and can find reasons to smile.Isn't that commendable.In today's world how many people can look at the hopping butterfly and smile..haven't we forgotten that somewhere ?
This is my ode to simplicity...all pervasive and ever charming

Kya sundarta sarvoch hai ,ya sunder hai voh ankhen jo sundarta ko niharti hai !!!

Beyond the sky....

Some times i wonder ,what next ? past ten years or so have been like a roller coaster ride.I have had small goals and plans and have worked like a maniac to achieve them.I always believed in my dreams...my dream to own my house , my car , a good job and today i have it all ..Guess the thrill is not in reaching your destination the thrill is in the journey to achieve the impossible.To reach out for the sky.Today i am sitting alone and trying to create higher goals for myself.That's the only thing which keeps me busy & happy to run after my ambitions and my dreams ...I keep telling life ,Hey am coming to get ya !! Be prepared ...
Life has been quite unfair still i love it , I thank God for all the small things being bestowed upon me and my family .I am alive, i can breathe , can smell good food , can eat good things , can admire a blossoming flower or sunset ,can hear the murmur of the leaves and the chirping of the birds, can cuddle snuffy ( my dog ) and feel so loved...Isn't it all amazing! .No matter i have lost a lot in life still i don't wanna give up , want to continue on this journey until i find my final abode...
Until then ...I shall look beyond the sky

My fondest pictures : )

Life from my window

My day started quite late today ,my alarm forgot to kiss me it seems and my dreams just got over me and i snoozed for long..woke up only to realise gosh am dead late for work and may be am not upto it today.what next a lazy manu at home doing nothing,just gazing at the sky through the window of my bedroom.It rained today,dont know why am so crazy about rains ,i simply love the feel of those droplets touching my skin and giving me a shiver.
watched this wonderful movie called "Life is beautiful" and by the end of it i was awestruck as it is a peice of work ,simply incredible.
So much pain yet so much love ,so much care,love which is unconditional.May be only a parent can offer such a pious and unconditional love.For me i have always been blessed with mum's love and care,someone who adores me and prays for me, she has been my mother aswell as my father.I will always be indebted to her for whatever she has done for me.For making me the strongest woman with immense fortitude along with deep sensitivity. papa only comes in my dreams sometimes ,very faint and very distant.That's how he had always been for me ...a man whom i never knew ,a man whom the world could not know, a man who was pure hearted yet was the most misunderstood .A man who left us all , a man for whom i couldnt do much.A man who will always be my father.
Everytime i think of putting something down i tell myself not to sound so philosophical and emotional but may be that's me...and thats quite inseperable now.
Life from my window is blue and grey, with lots of rain clouds.Its silent and still just like life becomes at times...exactly when its about to unfold some mysteries or bestow you with some stupendiuos gift.I still remember being a child we use to wait for rains as it brought along lots of goodies ,mum made malpua ( indian sweet parantha) with kheer ( rice & milk in sugar syrup),oh how i used to hog on it.I can still close my eyes and relish the taste !
Today i was thinking we dont see many birds fly in the air ,or is it that we dont have time at hand to observe the nature.As a child i used to gaze at the sky looking at many birds , eagles flying high and actually parasailing.It was so much fun ! Kids today can only identify with birds through thier scrapbooks or pictures ,wonder if they will ever get to see the real thing.Life has really moved fast.
Am gonna go an sip into my cuppa coffee..

Adieous for now,will be back