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Tuesday, December 13, 2011

I have an angel watching over me and I call her MOMMY!

Once upon a time she was a bubbly, cheerfull and a darling sister of 04 sisters & brothers, who was independent, earning through a respectable profession of a teacher, loved handiwork, chatting and playing with family, dressing up, painting, and playing pranks. And then she got married to a handsome and adorable guy and became a wife at 20. Then one day she had ME and became a mother at 21. A few years later, she eventually had my cute younger brother and added to the list of roles she previously was. She didn’t realize the magical shift and that she had also became a cook, a dresser, a wiper of our dirty faces, a cleaner of our soiled diapers, a nurse when we were ill, an agent to retrieve our thrown socks, stationary and uniforms, a finder of our lost shoes, a doer of our homework we left complete before retiring to bed and an insomniac. She was a referee in our stupid wars, a slayer of culprits in our nightmares, the angel face in all those fairytales that she’d narrated to us every night. She was the expert creative chef, who had to come up with 1011 tiffin savories which could not be repeated very often, a duty-bound guard to keep a check on our whereabouts, a tutor for all our subjects and an adorable rewarder when we passed with flying colors. She was a soother of nervous school jitters, a coach to prepare us for our tests and exams, a strict  character when we scored poor marks.  A sacrificer who bought cheaper dress for herself so that we can get the things we had laid our hands on, who used to hold the umbrellas to protect us from the sun or the rains and sometimes even carry one of us who would get tired walking.

With each passing day, her talents grew: she became a baker of delicious cakes, a hygienic competitor to the streetside chaat-wala, an ice-cream vendor who distributed milkmaid flavoured kulfis not only to us but to all our neighborhood playmates absolutely free-of-cost. An absolute enviable dress maker for all mummies around, who used to make delectable treat for eyes in form of sweaters and sewed prize-winning costumes for our fancy-dress competitions, compose the best essays and poetry which would score us maximum marks in the whole class, came up with the best ideas for our science exhibition projects and painter of beautiful designs for my drawing classes. She was my guide, strength  and motivator for all those numerous art-competitions that I participated in as a child and won many, courtesy her ideas .

Her body, which was once her own to do with it as she pleased, now belonged to us—she ate for ‘us’ when she was carrying us in her womb, feeded us when her milk was the only source of food or life for us as infants, her shoulders were used by us to cry upon, her arms to hug us whenever we needed her warmth or security, her lap for us to sit and cuddle upon, her hands which were used by us to eat many a times when we were too tired to use ours. Her lips became the kissers and soothers for all our unstoppable tears and many unreasonable boo-hoos.

She could give many styles to my hair, which I still wonder how, seeing my then curls in photographs. A great coordinator with my dad in the mornings, to turn the clock 10 mins ahead and wake us up, to dress us, feed us and get both of us ready for school in 30 minutes flat. And moreover she could smile for us even when she didn’t actually feel like. Her feet were used to walk the house with us in her arms at any hour of the night, if we had a difficult time sleeping. And as we were growing up, she even grew eyes in the back of her head and her hearing became supersonic, so we should not fall into any traps.

Her parents had named her ‘Parveen’ which meant a star. Then as she became a mother and had many aliases—at various times—Mm, Ma, Ma-ma, Mom, Mommy, Mummy, Mum… and many more, she turned to be the star of our lives. Her free time which might have once been occupied to do things of her interest, was now used to tidy the disorderly muddle of our toys, books, clothes, used plates, a bed and carpet of clutter, chaos and a dwelling of disarray.

Her mind which might have once flourished with egocentric thoughts of pampering herself,  were few a times filled with irrational questions: “What if they choke on their food or pop in a coin or something?” “What if they fall out of the bed while I’m in the kitchen?” “How safe would they be to get back home after dark from their friends’ birthday party?” “What if they get in a wrong friend circle?” “Did I say anything to hurt my sweethearts?” “Am I a good mother?” “How will I know if I’m doing anything wrong in bringing them up?” etc… some of these insecurities were visible on her face and some she shared with papa which we overheard!

For both of us, my Mumma has been and always will be our ideal icon… she is not amongst us anymore but I would say “I have an angel watching over me and I call her MOMMY” This vacuum in our lives can’t be filled ever! Love you Mama and Miss you tons!

Monday, December 12, 2011

Dad... All my heart is for you !


One day an 11 year old girl asked her daddy,
"What are you going to get me for my 15th birthday?"
The father replied, "There is much time left."
When the girl was 14 she fainted and was rushed to the hospital.
The doctor came out and told her dad she had a bad heart& she is probably gonna die
When she was lying in the hosptial bed she said

"Daddy,. have they told you im going to die ?"
The father replied no you will live as he left weeping.
She said "How can you be sure."
He turned around from the door and said "I know."
She turns 15 when she is recovering and comes home to find a letter on her bed. It says ;
"My Dearest Daughter, if you are reading this it means all went well as I told you. One day you asked me what I was giving you for your 15th birthday, 
I didn't know then but now my preasent to you is a MY HEART."

Her father donated his heart♥

I love my papa, like no other. For me he is the best father in this world.. n believe me I have not seen anyone better in his role. I feel the best thing Allah has done to me was give me such great parents, who have stood beside me in every situation and have looked at me with a smiling face even when I was wrong. That smile has given me the courage to correct myself, to stand tall and be who I am today. After living a quarter of my life, the love for my dad is even more intense. Today he is my strength and my power to face this world. I can't see myself without the tag of being his daughter. I salute this sweet relation of Dad & Daughter...!!!

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Feeling Blue ... My heart says can't be true!!!

Friends, I know i have not been regular these days with my posts... just the mood!!! sometimes it  invites me to pen down something or anything and other time it just wants to wander around.
But today when i  reached office, and as usual started my morning surfing, the first thing that caught my eye was a line... 'there are many in this world not as happy as you' ... My heart n mind started gushing with thoughts and here I am... with a thought to tickle your mind with this weekend !!!

Sometimes in life u feel so blue,
but someone somewhere is not happy as you..

somewhere far at the border when a soldier sleeps,
missing his loved ones he silently weeps..

somewhere a mother painfully sighs coz,
her new born baby did not open her eyes..

somewhere a poor dad silently cries,
when he sees his son begging for a bowl of rice..

somewhere in an orphanage a little girll is sad,
when she misses her mom and dad..

so at time a reasons to smile you may not have any,
say to yourself that you are happier than many..

cause...

Life is Beautiful
and
its not always blue and,
someone somewhere is not as happy as You!... :)



Thursday, November 17, 2011

I Believe...


Sometimes our life gets crazy and sometimes it feels like nothing you can do will prevent it from getting worse. I maintain that nothing can ever harm you when you stand by what you believe in. It's up to you to choose being the person you are or go down with the flow. Surround yourself with good people and you will start seeing the goodness in life even when apparently there is none. Today, when so much is expected of me, so much so that I can lose myself any moment, I fairly believe that I will come out. Because it's only me who can choose to be the person I am!


I believe in being myself. You don’t need to be anyone else but you, you are an original and no one can fill your shoes better than you. Don’t be someone you’re not just because they want you to be someone different. Never underestimate yourself! The problems you have in life are given to you because it is only you who can tackle them. In you, lies a wonder. Obstacles are just a small part of God’s bigger plan for your life to make you the gem you are destined to be one day. Smile, the best is yet to come!


I believe in love! You will have your perfect fairy tale one day. You are given the wrong ones first just so you understand the value of the one who’s worth it all! I’m in love with babies and everything cute. I love it when it rains you can be a child all over again. I love the way God paints a new morning every day. Oh I love how you give me a reason to everything just by that lovely smile of yours. I love the way my life is right now. I don’t care how crazy or messy it is right now, I love the fact that we both are here, together, in love, and all you need to do is smile and make me fall in love all over again!


I believe in dreams. Dreams are one thing they can't take away from me! I will catch on my studies again, be a writer someday, grow old ! I dream about being happy and having a happy family and when I have all that, you'll see me shine like no other! It's just a matter of time because I'm a survivor.


I believe that you get setbacks in life because it is God's way of bringing out the best in you. You meet bad people in life so that you can learn a thing or two from them. They teach you be on your guards and to be in a present state of mind always. So be thankful for the good times and the bad, the good people who showered you with love and the bad people who taught you how to protect yourself.

I believe in innocence. It's your greatest asset and you're beautiful just the way you are. Know the beauty within you, respect it and then own it. Trust me, there's no one like you! :)

What do you believe in?

Friday, October 21, 2011

Winter Knocks !!!!


Winter knocks and I’am lovin it! Snuggly evenings and chilly winds, cuddly sweaters and any excuse to get closer! Who can say no to so much cool stuff but in India’s winter’s are anyway so short that you blink and you’ll miss it. But with all it’s numerous goodies, it also brings some unwanted and unavoidable gifts like dry skin and hair, and horror of horrors–chapped lips! But no worries, since we have those lip balms and glosses… though I like wearing them irrespective of the season. J

Winters are sometimes synonymous to cozy evenings, hot soups, warm fashion, festivities all around (since most of the festivals fall during winters). Moreover is so much fun shopping in bright sun at a local market while having some delicious hot street food. But it also brings a thought of the end of another year and with that in mind, the last 15 years of my life just flashbacked infront of my eyes and I can’t help being amazed at how my life has changed in all these years. It’s a feeling of bitter-sweet emotions…So much yet so less has changed. From a fresher stepping out of school to a responsible adult (sometimes still figuring out the various responsibilities life had laid for me), I’ve definitely come a long way **twinkles**

That leaves me wondering – did my life shape up the way I had dreamt? Well, the answer to that is partly yes, partly no. Do I have any regrets? Nah! I’ve had my fair share of ups and downs and won’t deny the fact that the things which didn’t turn out my way left me in the dumps at times. But it moves on noh! Isn’t that what life is all about. If life was so damn predictable, it would have been as easy as sketching a route on Google maps! To me, life is all about the choices u make…some turn good, some bad. And for the bad one’s if they ain’t fulfilling, they are good learning instruments at least **smiles**

Isn’t life too short to cry over the mess… after all it’s all about making the most of each moment. Live life as there’s no tomorrow. Let your hair down. Dance till you drop dead. Sing your favourite song at the top of your voice. Smile a little harder and yes, cry a little less. Hold hands with your partner. Say sorry for the mistakes. Forgive others. Take out time to watch the sunset. Go for long drives. Have golgappas and momos. In our busy lives, how often do we acknowledge the joy in such subtle yet so meaningful ways. Mouve Moments leaves you with that food for your thoughts and time for me too to soak up all its marvels. **Perky Twinkling**

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Hammer the right way!



This is the story of the giant ship engine that failed and stopped working. The ship’s owners tried one expert after another, but none of them could figure but how to fix the engine.
Then they brought in an old man who had been fixing ships since he was a youngster. He carried a large bag of tools with him, and when he arrived, he immediately went to work. He inspected the engine very carefully, from top to bottom.
Two of the ship’s owners were there, watching this man, hoping he would know what to do. After looking things over, the old man searched into his bag and pulled out a small hammer. He gently tapped something. & instantly, the engine lurched into life & got started.
He carefully put his hammer away. The engine was fixed! A week later, the owners received a bill from the old man for £10,000.
“What?!” the owners exclaimed. “He hardly did anything!”
So they wrote the old man a note saying “Please send us an itemised bill.”
The man sent a bill that read:
Tapping with a hammer …..£2.00
Knowing where to hammer..£9,998.00
Total £10,000

The core essence of the above Story is what I want to convey: 
Making an effort, itself is important, but knowing where to make an effort in your life ‘Makes all the difference’. We often see people striving, working and making effort tirelessly, sometimes even for years after years, only for them, to later on realize that they were all misplaced and how they wish they had spent the time and effort on something more fruitful. Its important to feel your mind and heart and put your efforts in the right direction.

Friday, October 14, 2011

The Big B word

A balanced life- work life, eating a balanced diet, balancing steps as we walk and above all balancing relationships to live with love, commitment, cooperation, peace and harmony.

Isn’t life all about balance?


This ‘B’ word really seems to be preceding all other alphabets and is taking over to become the first letter of the alphabets of today’s life.  As we grow, we keep evolving and advancing  to new roads and phases, at every step there is something new waiting for us. And then one day we reach the phase that marks a substantial era in our lives. Our single identity suddenly merges with multiple others by saying Kubul hai or over the chants, around the fire, the holy book or the I do! Suddenly you hear your heart beating in your throat and bells ringing within the soul and everywhere outside. Suddenly all those glossy clothing and accessories come to life, and you feel interested in anything that is related with this event of lifetime. Yes! This peal of wedding bells prevails forever in our hearts and The ‘BIG B’ word rules our lives forever from this moment onwards.

Live in this happy moment, the vigor, color and festivities so you remember the charisma through out your life and feel the need of balancing the pros and cons it comes with. Every day is a new challenge and its sport to accept it and live on happily. Am sure, not everyone has the courage to ignore the cons but the B word does helps you sort it out. Relationship and wedding was just my explaination for this Big B. But its not limites to relations… life comprises of many many more factors. So no worries… be a good gymnast….just Balance it! What say people??

Friday, October 7, 2011

It's great being a Girl!



Spices and Sugar with everything nice and lovely, that’s what pretty woman are made of.  And there are a million reasons to be happy you ended up with two X chromosomes – shoe or bag shopping, girls parties, high heels, makeup and cheaper insurance, just to name a few!
The best thing about being a woman is the variety. As women, we experience so many changes in our bodies and minds over the course of our lives. We get to experience life in a whole different way than men do, and I love that.
I love having lots of dressing options and looking pretty. It would be terrible to be a man and have to choose between the blue suit or the blue suit.
I can get away with splashing a drink over a man with just a smile and sorry, or get those last few movie tickets by requesting the first man in the queue, or get a space to sit comfortably in a metro.
The "superpower" of being able to grow another life inside you, and produce the food to feed it too.
Moreover, I also love the sisterhood that women have with each other.
Women have so many choices. They can work or stay home. Be a corporate woman, a teacher or a soldier. Despite the fact that we think men have it good, ask a man who has chosen a career viewed as predominantly for women, like a secretary or a nurse, or one who has chosen to stay home and raise the kids while Mom works. They get a lot of flack and are looked on as less of a man.
A woman can do all the things that women naturally do and she can do most things a man can do also. A woman can keep a house looking like something out of a magazine, a woman can make a delicious meal from leftovers, a woman can create life. A woman can get up early, cook, work whole day, sleep children, take a bath, and be ready for a night on the town. Men can't even put a dish in the sink.
Love being a woman? Let's hear you roar.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Speak Up .... Say NO !


Be a good girl. Mind your manners infront of guests. If someone gives you a scoop of your favorite ice cream, don't ask for another one. If you are asked to do something you'd rather not do, do it anyway and keep your loved one’s happy. Also if someone treats you badly return it with being nice.
These are the things we were tought since the time we were small lil girls and most of us were told to be good girls and never say "No."
Then, when we become grown up girls — adult daughters and sisters, wives, mothers, colleagues —we still follow that one rule that was infused in us during childhood... 'We remember to be the nice girls.'
N’ later few girls, including me, encounter toxic relationships, with men and women, where they feel hurt but don't speak up because they don't want conflict, or they don't want to make the other person feel bad. These women continually allow people to cross their personal boundaries. Some are overwhelmed by taking on too many commitments and responsibilities, because they don't want to say no. All of them sacrifice their own healthy minds and hearts to make other people feel OK.
In their careers also, these good girls fail to speak up and thus are often ignored or taken for granted, while others, less qualified or deserving, snatch up the golden opportunities. They often feel taken advantage of, treated less respectfully or at a loss for how to get the things we most want in life.
From being unable to leave an abusive relationship, to being immobilized in a career, to being reluctant to question a physician about a treatment, we sometimes are more concerned with how others may react, or what others may think of us, than what we are with our own well-being.
So, when do we nice girls get to speak up? When do we get to say, "No," or "Back off?" When do we get to say, “Stop It!” or "Hey, it's my turn now!"?
Continuing to be the good girl we were commanded to be as children — being reluctant to make impressions, never allowing ourselves to speak up for what we really want, need or feel — keeps us from growing into strong, assertive Winning Women.
Being good and pleasant is important, but it alone will not get you what you want out of life. Being generous, kind and caring is an ingredient for success, but that’s not sufficient for the whole recipe.
I hate to say I too was one of them, and through my experiences I realized that my hesitation for saying NO, invited many troubles. Many a times, my mom’s persona motivated me to be bolder and speak up for myself, and I saved myself from sinking. So I know it’s not easy, but any effort to speak up, is truly worth it!
We live in a world that tells us Good Girls are nice 24/7, no exceptions. In a peer culture to avoids conflicts generally girls don’t get permission or learn skills to say no. These are crucial muscles we ought to have: the ability not just to know what we are feeling, but to act on it. Think about the last time you spoke up and challenged something or someone. If not, try this time, show yourself how it’s done: assertively and with respect. Warning: expect embarrassment. Simple… why not start with this..... Next time when you are served cold food or not as good coffee as the last time at a favorite restaurant, be bold and send it back to the kitchen for replacement.
Winning women are one who have learned how to win the respect, they deserve the success they've earned and the life they want without being labeled bad. We need to create situations where our voices are heard and needs are met apart from the fact that the outcome will make us feel good about how we have handled ourselves.

Friday, September 30, 2011

Uncovering…. Small Joys!


Those small  moments, that make us smile instantly. You would agree when I say they are the most precious in life. Those little joys that make our life complete. Simple joys that motivate us,  lift us  and reflect in our passion for life.

Mostly in our life we overlook them and run after big joys, which look like dreams and might or might not happen in future… .. like owning that car, a gorgeous well furnished house, an envious holiday in your fav destination....buying that exhorbitantly priced Guccis, Vittons or Fendis...etc. There are endless things we can eye for or dream about, which may give us immense pleasure when they would happen, but do you have time to wait till then, you never know tomorrow. But today and every passing day, there are so many small things that happen with us, and they do leave a smile, not only on our face but in our hearts too.
Like……
 Your mom making your favourite thing to eat when she feels you need to cheer up. Feel blessed, your mom is there for you.

Exploring facebook and you come across an old childhood friend, you had been searching for, since so many years.
A wonderful breezy weather when you walk hand in hand with your loved one and have golgappas, bhelpuri and momos. Or at home with family, bajiyas and few cups of chai.

That cute and hot dress you eyed for, every time you passed that store but couldn't buy because of the guilt price, suddenly slashed to 50%. Instant purchase and the feeling of "God knows what you want"

The moment your boyfriend proposes you in front of the world. 

On your birthday, when your mom dad & bro come down on a surprise trip to wish you, just when you were missing them the most! Precious.

Missed calls and a message from someone who's call you were waiting for since morning

Combing and not finding a single broken strand of hair! ultimate small joy. And ofcourse a good hair day!

In a meeting, when your boss gives you an sudden appreciation. Least expected but a proud moment.

Stuck in some confusion and surprisingly your brother, who always used to fight with you, understands you and says ‘Don’t worry sis, I am there’. Priceless.

Street shopping and snacking. Underrated. Uncomparable to the designer malls window shopping. Street shopping is an instant mood lifter… and street food?? YUMMMM. Moreover when you come back home with numerous of bags and open them to find something that you forgot you even bought! What say girliieess?

A Wake up Sid movie moment. Getting the parcel from home full of your precious books and collectibles or the brithday celebration with do cup chai & bread jam cake ;-p

You know you had chat yesterday, but morning your weighing scale says you lost a few 0.XX kilos :-)

Sharing the dinner plate with your husband while watching a beautiful movie, and he suddenly whispers ‘I love you’. <3 Unconditional.

Chicken Biryani or Momos ( this tops my list at the moment) .. no matter how upset i am, a faint smile comes when I see a plate of momos coming my way that my office colleague (JB or granny - nicknames) has ordered specially for me.

There are endless more to list here. Realising this I feel,
human tendency is such an ass sometimes, we go behind stars ignoring the Moon.

Pin down some of your small joys, they will surely make you smile.

Smile now silly... xoxo .

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Happiness is their Earning!


Kinzang
Yes, if your guessed it right… I am talking about Bhutan!. The country of mystical charm and gorgeous natural beauty…. But beyond all this are its people and their mindset.

During an office meeting with our Bhutan Counterpart, a young, confident and charming lady – Kinzang Lham, I was bound to feel she was actually blessed to have been born in the country of Bhutan. She told me the basics about the people and their attitude towards living life in a certain way. It was fascinating and contrasting to we Indians.

Here everyday we follow a set routine, buzy balancing our life between work and home and even when at home, most of us either watch tv or think what to have for dinner. Our life is limited somehow in this materialistic world… A struggle to be the best, to achieve more, in other words to have more MONEY!  The reason behind all this is competition and survival of the fittest. Imagine what it would be like without this competition… how free life would be…no tension, pain, pressure… just simple work to sustain yourself & happiness will follow. Sounding unreal noh!…. But this is a reality when it comes to Bhutan. Bhutanese live simply, work simply, greet simply and believe in healthy, tension free and happy life with FAMILY! This attitude lies in every heart residing in Bhutan, so even the government says “Bhutan’s GDP is HAPPINESS of our people”.  

As soon as you land in Bhutan, you’ll feel the change in the air…. the freshness, nature, smiles and colours will sideswipe you thoroughly. An age old charm, modern yet not modernized, just a place to be in. Ok, not getting diverted, I’ll go back to my chat with Kinzang.

Lady is amazed at our work culture here and amazed at how dedicated we are at our work, amazed at how can we work till so late and sometimes even on weekends. ‘We have only one life to live’ those were her words summing the whole thing she wanted to explain to me. I guess she didn’t want to even take tension in explaining all this (;-p... tee hee)....She walked off 30 minutes later, saying today she worked more than what she did in the whole of last month, and she needs a break now. What’s better to rejuvenate than shopping especially when in Delhi. So hope she had a relaxing day, ofcourse not as good as in Bhutan, where every day is a vacation.

With that thought I leave you to think over and ease out a lil bit.

** twinkles twinkles**  !

Monday, September 26, 2011

Dialing Heaven….


Yes, I know sometimes we want to find God’s cell number somehow to talk to him directly … google it.. or search through all your contact files … anyhow! We just want to get through him.


On the train to home, when I got up early in the morning, I was amazed at the view outside, thinking if it is for real? Orange painted skies… Sun trying to curl up, green n yellow fields,  dew drenched leaves… a landscape that made me utter WOW! I just wanted to dial up there ‘n say “ Oh God, you are simply brilliant in all your colour strokes and art… What a creation it is outside! Please let it remain for a while and let me soak it in!” 


Another day, I want to call and simply say “Hi God, you are a wonder… and I keep wondering, how you wonder fully paint everthing with so much perfection. You know I had a lovely day and please wish me many more days like this” Ofcourse, I would know that God would have heard these comments thousands of times, and I would be no new to him. He would already know what my mind is thinking, afterall no one else can know us better than our creator.


Don’t know how this thought popped up in my mind when I was dialing an extension on my office phone. Guess the boredom of tasks in hand, got me creative thinking in mind :D … Guess I didn’t wanted my call to God diverted through various angels in row who take our messages to him, I wanted my almighty to listen my voice directly. I actually wanted to see if the thoughts sprouting in my mind are too much or am I too much for my thoughts, and who else would know that better. He has seen me in my best days and in worst too, in my beauty and in my ugliness , and I don’t have to pretend and put myself any differently.


On a positive note, may be he would get my mom on the line too, and I can hear her again, feel her voice calling my name again in my ears, can talk to her about all my flaws and correct them, can tell her my confusions so I choose the right way, may be ask her what does she want me to wear for my brother’s wedding in future. Don’t know if we will catch up again or not? … With that note, I leave you thinking about your possible conversation with your God.

*** Another truth is God resides in each one of us, he is our real soulmate, feel the connection and you won’t need a cell number to talk to him. 


Tring Tring … HELLO!! ... Is this God!

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