Thank you, Bhavna Sharma for these beautiful magical words ❤ Truly summarise all the beautiful friendships I’ve been lucky to have.
There’s a Gujarati song I’ve been humming every morning ever since I first heard it – ‘ I love you re mari sawar ‘ which loosely translates to ‘I love you, O dear beloved mornings mine’. In the last 1 week, I had a few goosebump moments which made my mornings and day extra magical. I guess when we’re in synchronicity with the Universe, magic and miracles flow to us with ease.
I came across this beautiful song ‘Love in a photograph’ by Ed Sheeran from the movie ‘Me before you’ (suggested as a must watch by a very dear friend) and for the first time when I heard the lyrics very closely, my heart was captivated by the below lines:
ज़रा मुस्कुराया करते है. .
कौन समजाये उन्हे,
वो कहते है हमे,
हर बात पे मुस्कुराया करते हो तुम. .
A lot of times, we encounter situations that require us to move beyond our comfort zone and TRY something unusual, something which intimidates us or something whose outcome we fear. Continue reading
On my recent adventure trip, I had a slight mishap. I was trying some photography at a 15th century Jain temple and while walking towards the center stage area, I could see a black square stone. My focus was on my phone and suddenly I felt the ground beneath me gone missing. Even before I could comprehend what really happened, I was tumbling down through some stairs not knowing how deep the alleged step-well was in which I lost my way.
Even before we step into school, the first teachers in our lives are our parents and the next are our siblings. They teach us to love, care and share unconditionally. For them, we are always special and the best. They believe in us much more than we do.
I will be off for a couple of days for a short and much-awaited vacation! After the early morning caffeine induced study sessions, I am so looking forward to the relaxing holidays and leisure time with family and friends.
Less than 48 hours back I was having a throwback moment writing an email to myself after a meditation (I hadn’t planned what I was going to write, I just went with the flow) recalling some funny blooper moments I have had in 2013. I went to the park early in the morning to get some fresh air and exercise, but my mind was preoccupied with thoughts and the work out that I planned for 45 minutes, came to a screeching halt in just 20 minutes as I just couldn’t concentrate! I do a lot of self-talk when no one’s around (I know it sounds silly 😛 ) and I caught myself being gloomy rather than reminiscing.
I remember writing on the very same topic, back in 2015. A lot of times, when my mind feels clouded by thoughts, emotions, worries, and anxiety; when I just can not think straight; and when things are so overwhelming that I either want to give up or feel like I want to cry; I turn to my diary.
Some gestures, however small they might seem – are so special. To me, one such gesture is when someone tells me “God Bless You”. It makes my heart skip a beat and really pulls a string in my heart.
Last weekend, I binge watched some YouTube recipe videos and came across this vegan ice-cream recipe. Just like the Pinterest DIY projects, some of which would translate to an epic wastage and kitchen blow ups, I was apprehensive if this recipe works, so I set to work on putting it to test this week.
Wed, 27 Jan 2016
I’ve had one epic fiasco with a coffee meeting, recalling which gives me tummy hurting laughter to date. I was supposed to meet a potential employer for an interview over coffee. It was the very first day for me in a new country and an unknown city and it was the first person I was meeting.
Sharing a presentation I made after I completed my 10 speeches towards my Competent Communication manual of Toastmasters International (TMI). I got awarded my CC Pin in the last meeting.
After a long time, I won for ‘Best Evaluator’ and ‘Best Humorist‘ (for my TableTopics speech delivered on the topic ‘Have you lied to your parents about your exam grades’). The theme of the last meeting was “Through the eyes of a child” and I felt the TableTopics selection by MTM Daisy (also our club’s VP Education) was amaziiiing! She encouraged participation by offering Chocolates to each person who volunteered for the TT session. And who doesn’t like chocolates!?
A lot of times, we become prisoners of our own thoughts. Some thoughts, beliefs, and ideas draw such a vicious cycle in our minds that the harder we try not to think about them, like suppressing a spring; the stronger they bounce back. I too was caught up in one such thought cycle recently where I struggled NOT to think of a particular thing, but the more I focused on NOT thinking the thought, it only grew stronger in my subconscious.
The you I know is
One who gets up
When she falls;
She comes back,
When she goes;
She regains her positivity
If she happens to lose it.
If she happens to lose.
To me, home isn’t a place; being home is a feeling. I don’t know if I can articulate it perfectly, but home to me is love and warmth. It is the feeling of going back to people who love and care about you and who you can’t wait to see. And it isn’t just the feeling when you’re away from home living in a different city/country and visiting your family. It is in the routine and the mundane everyday.
In friendship and all relationships in life, I believe it is the little things that matter – paying attention to little details and treating people with the tenderness we would like to receive, is something which warms my heart.
My prayer for today inspired by the below quote by Charles Dickens:
“May you have a heart that never hardens, a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.”
Say hello to my friend, I met today morning in the park!
Summer is here, and I am thoroughly enjoying soaking up the vitamin D in the morning sunshine with abundant greens around me. I have tried to incorporate some greens into my diet in the form of smoothies and I am so excited to share some of the recipes I have tried and enjoyed. I am an amateur photographer and a novice at food blogging, so feel free to drop in me your suggestions.
For a very long time, I was stuck with a friendship where I was not just taken for granted but was expected to walk as per their convenience. It was always about ‘them’, their schedules, their convenience, their needs. I always let go of this behavior as I dearly treasured the friendship. A few months down the line, it became a nightmare.
We all have people in our lives who are our ‘heroes’ or role models. People whom we admire and aspire to be like, whose words of advice are pearls of wisdom. I vividly remember a conversation I had a few months back with one of my friends where the restless me – who is always in the pursuit of a goal, was discussing my career plans, plans to write my CPA exams and what next in life.
June 2007 – It was my first day at a coaching institute when I walked down the stairs after writing a test. I was engrossed in my own world when I met a girl for the first time and started discussing with her some of the test questions. That day, I wasn’t ‘looking’ to make a friend, but in retrospect; I made a friend for life.
Often we find ourselves so busy chasing our goals, juggling the multiple roles we play in life, trying to keep up with the ever-increasing pace of life and meeting expectations of people around us in an attempt to keep our near and dear ones happy with us; that we feel lost. The hustle and bustle of the daily life takes a toll on us until we no longer have time in our life – for our own self. An irony, isn’t it? Continue reading
An unplanned visit to an Egyptian themed mall clubbed with a long drive in a convertible car when the weather is just so pleasant and the wind loves messing up your hair while you drive at 100+ speed, admiring the skyline of the city lit up with night lights – was the highlight of my last week. Continue reading
Right from being rejected by cab drivers 20 times a row to drive me to my destination to being rejected in the most coveted job interviews and having my affection smashed into a million pieces by the ones I love and adore – you name it, and I have been through it all. Rejection sucks. Point blank. Real bad. It makes us feel unworthy by the object of our extreme desire and when that happens, trust me – it feels terrible and depressing. When we hear cliches like “You’re such a good friend to me, but I’m seeing some one else” or “They wanted someone more experienced for the job” or “Well, that’s a fantastic idea, but…”; all the hopes you held from the future of your dreams, instantly crash down like the stock market crashing after the dot com bubble.
Often in life we fail to appreciate the people who bring sunshine in our lives. Life is too short , they say. I always used to think this as some kind of joke.
Hello my little angel, how are you ? I know you can’t read as of yet, someday when you grow up; I wish you find and read this letter.
I know they might call me silly, but I know you exist. I have always believed in magic and hence I do STILL believe in you. I wrote this letter to you, 2 years back; but somehow just hid it in the rustiest corner of my closet. Today, I take the courage to write this letter to you openly, without any fear of being judged.
I have a weird confession to make to all of you. So here you go –
I often check the Flag counter on my blog. AND I relate the views from a particular country to the people I know from that country who MIGHT be reading my blog !
When you feel daunted by life,
When your feet begin to tremble,
When your faith begins to doubt . . .
My voice seldom trembles. But it did, last night. The lump in my throat was so hard to swallow that my voice trailed off for a few long seconds. “I need to go for the meeting, I will speak to you later” was all I could manage to whisper between the sobs I tried to hold back. Going back home, took an infinity. The cab driver took the longest route back home, and for the first time; I just didn’t mind. I listened to all of the saddest songs in my playlist on repeat mode. My heart was numb and my mind was filled with grief. Shock and disbelief were mere understatements. I found no appropriate adjectives to describe how I felt. Moments went in a blur.
I love the way kohl, intensifies your deep brown eyes; whose looks pierces right through my eyes and searches into the deepest corners of my heart. They long. Long for answers, for a quest, for the love I’ve kept caged so far. Those silent eyes speak so much to me. They tell me how your heart skips a beat when our eyes meet. They tell me how you steal glances staring at me when you think I’m not watching, sometimes I just pretend. The way you look at me when I’m lost in my train of thoughts tells me how you wish to hold my cold and numb hand into your soft and warm hands and join me in my quest as my companion.
As humans, we love to chase. Well, looking closely – it is all about the chase rather than the actual thing. The process or the path over the destination or the end result. The journey over the goal. I still know the numerous plans you made waiting for the summer holidays while grade 6 exams were knocking your door. That was so exciting, wasn’t it ? And those things you always wanted to spoil yourself with. Did the actual accomplishment give as much joy as the anticipation and the excitement during the waiting time ?
Ever since I joined Toastmasters in 2015, one of my most favorite part of each session is the President’s address (weird, right ? Second is the Table topics session). In the introductory part, the Club President shares a small story or an analogy and sets the tone for the meeting. I wanted to share with you all, one story I heard in our recent meeting :
Lothal, which means ‘The City of Dead’, is an old city dating back to the 4,400-year-old Harappan civilization and one of the few known ports on an ocean. Once here, you can visit the site excavated by archaeologist S. R Rao in 1952-61 and the ASI (Archaeological Survey of India) and archaeological museum which was established in 1976. You will be fascinated by the Indus Valley civilization (28 Cetury B.C. to 18th century B.C.) while you read about its immaculate town planning, the seals, the pottery and the ornaments.
You could be a black bird
On a country street
Hiding from the world with a broken wing
But you better believe, you gonna fly . . .
Read this some where :
So, here you go :
Some people might call you a mistake, some – a lesson. A few name you as my Karma. I call you my milestone. My major milestone. Someone who divided time in my life as before and after you – just like we have Before Christ (BC) & After Christ (AC); why can’t we have time as Before You & After You ?
You are a flower…
You will meet people,
Who will pluck you –
To enjoy your beauty;
And savor your fragrance..