The Wait…

When you’ve done all you could,

Even when, no one, by your side, stood,

You mustered up courage and hope,

And took upon you beyond what you could cope,

You waited day through night, 

You looked above wrong and right,

Futile your efforts were, you did know,

Yet, your disappointment, you didn’t show,

The wait was perhaps worth it all,

Inspite of the pain, the tears big and small,

Because, the chaos, the pandemonium, it brought and broke,

Actually, strengthened your soul with each stoke!


Day 19 – 30 Day Writing Challenge 💃

My first love.

Now this one’s easy. I mean it’s way too obvious. There’s no way I can forget or give up on this.

We are absolutely meant for each other. I’ve no clue how I’d survive without my first, one true love – my love for books. I took a strong liking for reading way back during my childhood, when I was probably 6 or 7 years old. I used to sneak time out during my recess or sports hours to read what I wanted to, and it wasn’t the school portions. This routine became a habit, and till date, no matter how hectic my day is, I ensure I read atleast for an hour each day, not because it is a ritual, but because, spending time with my books give me solace, happiness, strength, and peace – these are majorly what I seek from life. 

P.S. This is Day 19 of my 30 day writing challenge

Day 10 – 30 Day Writing Challenge 💃

Something I feel strongly about.

Independence. My independence. Independence as a woman, as an adult. More often than not, I’m having to seek or ask for it – when it is supposed to be mine all through.

Right from birth, the girl’s parents decide for her- what she has to eat, what she has to wear, where she has to study and what not. I am sure they have the best interest at heart for her, and the girl is probably too young to decide. But as she grows up, the society joins her parents to help them decide what’s best for her. Her stream of education, choice of job, taste of attire. A few years further down the lane, an entire clan comes together to decide who she should marry, and at what age. 

Unless the girl takes the reins in her hands and decides for herself, she isn’t given a chance to choose. She isn’t ‘allowed’ to be different, bold and pragmatic. Though there are huge advancements in various spheres of the world, certain aspects still tend to remain the same. And that is exactly what I’d like to change about the society.

I want people, specifically women, to be able to enjoy the independence they so rightfully own. Take decisions for themselves and not be stereotyped. Choose what they wish to, and decide what’s good for them, without people questioning her abilities.

P.S. This is Day 10 of my 30 day writing challenge

Day 9 – 30 Day Writing Challenge 💃

Some words of wisdom that speak to me

1. Face your fears – the more you run away, the more terrifying it will seem. Just face it and get done with it.

2. Always have zero expectations – No matter what you do, where you go or who you meet, go with zero expectations. The more expectations you have, the more disappointed you are likely to be. Just do what you are required to and let it be. 

3. Fight for yourself – At the end of the day, it is going to be just you in the battlefield fighting for what you really want. No one else, on your behalf. Learn to be independent and work for your goals as hard as you can.

P.S. This is Day 9 of my 30 day writing challenge

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Because, Brothers Are Super Special!

Bro – That’s the latest good word, ain’t it? Read on to know about one special occasion turned into a frenzy, fashionable, trendy custom just for the convenience and lustre it is expected to add.

August 18, 2016. Raksha Bandhan. When each sister ties a Rakhi on her brother’s hand, out of love, with a promise to always be there and protect each other in times of need. A day in honor of the brother-sister relationship. A day exclusively for the brothers. Because, brothers are just so special.

A brother is NOT someone on whose hand you tie a rakhi because you don’t want him to be your “Boy friend” or “lover boy”. Definitely not. Somebody does not become your brother just because you address him as “Chetaàn“/ “Bhaiyaa“/ “Bhaisaheb“/ “Anna“/”Brother” etc. Rakshabandhan does not end with tying a Raakhi, it begins there – A lifelong relationship to preserve, to fulfill and to cherish – that will act as testimony to the honesty of the bond you promise to share.

All relationships on one side, and the relationship you share with your brother on the other side. With your brother you share that special connect, that exclusive bond you can’t share with anyone else. Your brother is the super power you possess, to face the entire world with zeal, courage and confidence. With your brother by your side you feel you can deal with absolutely anything – He is your strength, your elixir. Your brother is one who wouldn’t hesitate to break all ties, who’ll reach up to the skies just to ensure you get what you want. He wouldn’t think twice to sacrifice his all for you, because your happiness means the world to him. (I have seen my father do all this for his sister, and have remained spell bound every time.  Makes me wish sometimes that I had a brother too, but my sister is worth a thousand brothers, and my cousins make up for the vacuum). To your brother, you can completely spill your heart out, without hesitation, without the need to feel scared, embarrassed or skeptical. He will be the last person in the world to judge you. With him, you can absolutely be your crazy self. He is your first teacher, your first best friend, your second parent. He is the magician you can trust, to solve all your problems in a jiffy. You can fight with him for every stupid thing you can think of, annoy him, drive him mad – yet he will be there with you, for you, every time, not because he is bound to, but simply because his world revolves around you. You are his pride, his first true love, his strength, and with you he absolutely loves to forge every single moment into an epiphany to be preserved and cherished for ages to last and beyond.

So the next time you think of tying a Rakhi to someone or you want to make someone your brother – think twice. Maybe thrice? Hell, as many times as you want to – because your brother is not some random person in the world – He is your special treasure, your forever superhero.

Your Roots Matter…

No matter how big you grow,

No matter where, in life, you reach; during your every high and low – 

Forget not, your roots, your beginnings or where you belong-

For they’re your happiness, your pride, your elixir strong!

P.S. This is part of my Pen The Picture project. Hope you like reading what I write.

The Healing Touch

To each his own. Here is mine.

I sometimes wonder where I would have been or what I would have ended up doing had it not been for faith. For the faith I have been taught to have in the Almighty, right since I was a kid. I was very notorious, mischievous and evil as a kid (I think I have sobered down a little now). I was up to all kinds of nonsense all the time, each day I would end up bringing disrepute to myself and my family. And each day I would end up getting slogged by my father on the one hand, while on the other hand, my mum would ask me to pray. To pray to God, to give me good brains and to help me turn into a new leaf. But that’s that. I would go into the prayer hall in my house, each day, and then have my own conversation with God.  I felt, and truly feel till day that He listens to me all the time, to whatever I have to say to Him. So I would go and sit there in the room, in front of all the idols, close the door, and then start talking to Them. I would tell Them all, my point of view, cry my heart out, ask Them to have more mercy on me, apologize for what all I thought were my misdeeds. I would then ask them to keep giving me happy surprises, and miracles each day. This apart, each day, after bath, I used to routinely chant a series of slokas (Prayer verses) in front of the Gods. And my favorite among them was The Bhagwad Gita (Always has been, always will be) Now, The Bhagwad Gita was taught at our school during the sloka hour each week. We had a Sanskrit Sir, Shri Sowmyanarayanan Sir, to teach us The Gita. And he was the best. He used to teach us each verse with so much clarity and so much patience that we just had to learn them by-heart, and considering the fact that each verse was pregnant with meaning, he would translate the verse for us, to understand what we were really chanting. We were taught The Gita from Class III to Class V at school and being part of The Gita competitions gave me immense happiness.

Needless to say, chanting The Gita each day became an inevitable and favorite part of my routine.

As I grew, the bond only became stronger. I began to fall in trouble each passing moment, and I had to share my woes to someone who wouldn’t make a face when I grumbled. I know friends and family do hear us out, sympathize with us, console us and give us moral support. But, come off it, for how long can you keep ranting to them  – at some point you will tend to break their patience. And they do have their own liabilities to take care of, don’t they?

There were times when  I  was broken, days when I refused to believe in myself and days when I wanted to quit. There were times when I was always wrong. But all the time, I would cry out loud to Him, hoping for change, hoping for miracles, hoping for better days. And He would give them to me, without fail. 

I wanted someone strong to put my faith into – someone dependable, someone powerful and someone who would totally and completely know me inside out. And God was that someone. When you are distraught, all you need is some hope, a ray of light that will dispel your darkness. And you would want the source to be trust-able, not something fake or conniving that will give you false, short lived happiness. Who better than the Almighty to be the source? Who better than the Almighty to trust? After all, every micron that exists has been created by Him. He is the answer to all questions known and unknown. He is the reason each one is doing whatever he/she is doing, and he knows where everything will be or end up being. 

He is the reason I have been able to move on. He is the reason I have been able to forget and forgive. He is the reason I have been able to look beyond my repentance, regret, misery and sorrow. He is the reason I pull myself to turn into a new leaf every time. He is the friend, philosopher, guide I look up to, during every moment of my existence.

And the prayer verses, The Gita chants, the Bhajans, the Slokas, I feel, help establishing the connection easier, and make it even stronger.

So here go my 3 favorite prayer verses, a.k.a Slokas ( apart from each verse of The Gita, of course)

  1. The Gayathri Mantra – This one has a very special place in my heart (Close friends and family know why) 

    ॐ भूर्भुवस्वतत्सवितुर्वरेण्यं  भर्गो देवस्य धीमहिधीयो यो प्रचोदयात् ।।

Aum Bhur Bhuvah Swah, Tat Savitur Varenyam
Bhargo Devasya Dhimahi, Dhiyo Yo Nah Prachodayat

Condensed Meaning : May the supreme God, the protector, the source and basis of all forms of life, the one who is free from all pain and frees us from all pain and trouble, the giver of happiness, the Creator of this universe, the one who purifies all and sustains all, the destroyer of all evil, show us the divine path to enlightenment.

  1. The Morning Sloka – Each morning, as I wake up, the first thing I do is look into my palms, before setting my eyes on anything else. 

कराग्रे वसते लक्ष्मिः करमध्ये सरस्वति 
करमूले तु गोविन्दः प्रभाते करदर्शनम् 

Karaagre Vasate Lakshmi Karamadhye Saraswati |
Karamoolae Tu Govindah Prabhaate Karadarshanam ||

Condensed Meaning: On the top of my palms dwells Goddess Lakshmi, in the Middle, Goddess Saraswati, at the Base, Lord Govinda; I begin my morning (Early morning), looking at you in my palms.

  1. This verse from the Vishnu Sahasranamam, also in The Gita: Chapter Four, verse 8

परित्राणाय साधूनां विनाशाय  दुष्कृतं 

धर्म संस्थापनार्थाय संभवामि युगे युगे ।।

paritranaya saadhunam vinashaya cha duskrtam|
dharma-samsthapanarthaya sambhavami yuge yuge ||

Condensed Meaning: Lord Krishna says “To deliver the pious and to annihilate the miscreants, as well as to reestablish the principles of religion, I Myself appear, millennium after millennium.”

Life is that journey which surprises us each moment. Where we don’t know what’ll happen the next moment. Where there is nothing, but uncertainty. If left alone, unguarded, we are fragile enough to lose heart and break. What better than putting our trust, our all into the one that created us, and submitting ourselves to Him – to have faith in Him that He will always give us the best? And by this, I don’t ask you to follow anyone’s methods/practices/routines. Nor am I batting for all the God-men/women who proclaim themselves to be messengers of God. No. 

Each one has a very close, personal connection to God. Put your faith in Him, He is the hope that never fails. He is the support that never breaks. He is the one who sees through your fake smiles. He is the one who knows what your really want. He is the one who sees you crying yourself to sleep. He is the one who sees through you.

He is yours, mine, everyone’s. To sail us through the ups and downs we might meet, to guide us through our rough patches in life, to celebrate our exhilaration – He will be with us, no questions asked. 

He bestows upon us the peace and the tranquility we ache for. He is the bliss we yearn for. 

So, believe. Your belief might just change your life. For good.