Monthly Archives: March 2012

A day like today

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The world’s a pretty sight

Did you see it today?

It feels great to be alive

On a day like today!

 

The flowers lift their faces

As the sun spreads its rays

The birds fly in lazy circles

As if in a drunken haze.

 

In the distance, a river

meanders down its way

As it gushes over a rock,

It makes a merry spray.

 

A light wind rustles

though the leaves and hay

As a stray cloud passes overhead,

The shadows start to play.

 

Everything had seemed so dull

While you had been away

Now that you’re back,

A little longer, won’t you stay?

 

The world’s a pretty sight

And its indeed a beautiful day!

It feels great to be alive

On a day like today!!

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My small world

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When I was a kid,

My mother told me

I am the center of her universe,

And my father said

I am the apple of his eye,

And naïve as I was, I took that to mean,

I am everything, I am supreme!

For my world was tiny,

And I was endearing,

As only a kid can be.

 

When I started going to school,

I realized there are hundreds others just like me.

The world suddenly seemed much bigger!

Still, my teachers told me

I am hardworking and sincere,

And my best friend said

I am absolutely the greatest.

And naïve as I was, I took that to mean

I am very special, I am better than the rest!

For my world was still quite small

And I was innocent,

As only a child can be.

 

When college began,

I realized I am one among thousands, maybe more

The world had split wide open!

Still, my professors told me

I have potential, I shall go far

And my friends said

I am the most dependable,

And naïve as I was, I took that to mean

I’m a ‘somebody’, I’m good enough!

For my world was not yet big enough,

And I was a dreamer

As only a dewy-eyed college girl can be.

 

Then almost as if at once,

I grew up into an adult, I was on my own.

It hit me that the real world is actually MUCH bigger than I had ever imagined!

Now there are many who lavish hollow praises on me

And many who pretend to care

But polished as I have become, I realize

That it is my family and my friends who truly matter

For I understand that the real world may be huge

But my world… is still small!

And though I often make mistakes,

I walk with my feet firmly planted on the ground

As only a confident woman can.

Lost words!!

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I think I’ve lost my touch

Or maybe it was never much

Though I could pen a song or two

When I had nothing else to do.

 

Now the days go passing by

And though I try and try and try

The words are way too hard to find

It just drives me out of my mind.

 

And while the words play hide-and-seek

Even as we speak,

The music I can hear

Its in my head somewhere.

 

Things couldn’t be more wrong

I’ve got a tune without a song!

So I must really do my best

And I must put my skills to test,

 

And find those words I must

Before the music turns to dust.

Now I should take your leave

Or else you’ll never believe

That I can still pen a song or two

When I’ve got nothing else to do!

The Passing Years

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What is age, if not just a number?

So then why is everyone so terrified of getting older? Why are there so many ‘rules’ surrounding age? And who makes these rules anyway? Where does it say that for each birthday you celebrate (or don’t…whatever!), you must give up at least one activity, possession, habit, etc. that you took absolute delight in right up until then? Heaven forbid that you refuse to give it up, or you’ll surely be labeled “Immature”!

Now, I will not for a minute suggest that getting older is totally free of side- effects. Rather, I admit and acknowledge that there will come a day when you would have to start avoiding mirrors altogether. And you will probably end up suffering from more ailments that you can count off on your fingers. Yes (sigh), truth is harsh. Aging may not be the most pleasant experience, physically.

But mentally, it’s an entirely different story. I think it is correct to say that you are only as old (or young) as you believe yourself to be. I have seen so many 60+ year olds who are so full of life that its enough to put a teenager to shame. They go through life one day at a time and do absolutely everything- from going out with friends to shaking a leg or two at parties to working out to stay fit. They are not afraid of adding another candle to their birthday cake, rather, they cherish the idea of getting a bigger cake to celebrate the completion of another glorious year and mark the beginning of a new one. They take great pleasure in pursuing their hobbies and interests without giving a damn as to what the world thinks of it. Sure, you’ll say, they’re old! No one’s judging them!!

And that is exactly what it all boils down to, doesn’t it? What the world thinks is “appropriate”. But of course, the appropriateness of anything is (in)conveniently linked to the age of a person. And of COURSE we allow ourselves to be dictated by that ridiculous ‘age rulebook’ that says things like “Its okay to drink the night away till you’re 30, after that only 2 pegs are appropriate” or “Its absolutely inappropriate to laugh so hard at the age of 45” or “Love at first sight is wonderfully appropriate, so long as you’re a teenager”. Then is it any wonder that we dread the very thought of turning a year older??

Maybe we ought to listen to our hearts a little more and do what feels right to us, without worrying about whether we are young enough to pull it off. So go ahead, buy that pair of skinny jeans you’ve always coveted, or that guitar you felt you were too old to learn. For once, just forget yourself and feel what its like to fall in love all over again. In other words, just start living, and maybe the passing years won’t matter anymore!

Aside

Whoever came up with the idea of low-cost airfares for domestic routes was a genius! And i speak from my heart when i say this. After all, how else would it have been possible for common people like you and me to experience the wonders of a plane journey?

Before you start going into the economics of low-cost flights and their financial (un)viability from the long term point of view, let me clarify that I’m not talking about such complex issues. Nor is it my intention to debate whether the fares are actually low or not (how low is low really??). Rather, what I’m trying to say is that were it not for these low cost flights, most of us would still be forced to endure the horrors of a train journey.

By now, I’m sure, its apparent that I dislike travelling by trains. Chiefly, because of 2 reasons- One, they take ages to reach the destination (which wouldn’t be such a bad thing, except for the second reason). Two, you could end up sharing a compartment with just about anybody (I really need not be any more specific here!). It is on these two factors that the fate of a ‘happy journey’ is delicately hinged upon.

A recent journey from Mumbai to Goa by train (yeah well, this time the low cost fares were indeed not low so we had no choice!) renewed my dislike for trains. Just as my husband and I were settling down into our seats, a big group of almost 15 people and 30 bags (!!!) walked in and started hunting around for their seat numbers. Unfortunately (for us), all their seats were not together, so for the next 15 minutes, till they could request and cajole other passengers into moving around so that they could as ‘together’ as possible, there was total chaos all around. And that was only the beginning. Being a big group, they naturally assumed that it is their duty to keep the rest of the passengers in the bogie apprised of how much fun they were having by talking (more like shouting) at the top of their voices. All of us were also kept well informed of each and every food item consumed by them. I guess that they had probably also bet on who in the group would be loser enough to sleep first (for none of them slept a wink) and so, of course, the rest of us also did not sleep. Given that a major part of the journey was covered in the night, you don’t need me to tell you that our journey was no fun at all!!

Well, fortunately our stay in Goa was amazing so the train journey now seems like a minor blemish on n otherwise fantastic vacation.

Its just that when people travel in big groups in a train, they forget anyone else exists and presume that the ‘group’ gives them the license to be as loud as they please. A liberty that airplanes (fortunately) do not permit. For all my criticism of trains and groups, it would not be fair if I did not confess that I too have travelled in really large groups in trains (the good old college days and college trips!) and behaved in exactly the same (maybe worse) manner as I described above. Now would also be a good time to mention that I am, at the moment, heading back to Mumbai in (you guessed it!) a train. After all, where else can you find the time to write an article? A plane journey is really too short, isn’t it?!?

Train troubles!