Memories...

As I was getting ready to go to bed tonight, I looked at the moon. It shone there brightly as it would everyday, but today I just stood there staring at it. It looked so lovely, so peaceful. It instantly calmed me down. A couple of stars twinkled around it beautifying it even more. Somehow it made me think of the past occurrences in life. My old teachers, my old friends and new, moments of triumph, moments of joy, moments of farewells, moments of pain………

But all the sorrow and distress seemed to be vanishing away. I suddenly realized that it is these moments that has filled my life with so many sweet and not so sweet memories which I definitely would want to take with me wherever I go. Without them, I am empty. And so, before I drifted off to sleep, I silently thanked all those who made a difference to my life and made me what I am today.

It's school time!

After 2 years of continuous demanding, bugging and attention seeking, my little one had to finally step outside the comfort of his home and face the world. Yes, he was now ready to join play school.

More than worrying about how he would cope up with his new friends and teachers I was worried about how I would handle his absence from home. But for starters, he was to attend school for an hour with me accompanying him.

Well, the day had come and after a busy morning we were ready to go. I took a few photographs of him in his uniform (oh, how cute he looked!!) We reached school and I was amazed how he interacted with the other kids and began playing with the toys he was given. We were then taken to his classroom and there was a little project waiting for him already! He was given a sketch of a dog and was asked to stick a few black paper dots inside it. Of course, the teachers assisted him, but he did pretty well too! We were told to take the project home and file it. An hour was too short for him, but we had to go back home. That was how his first day went and he enjoyed it tremendously.

He has been going to school for a week now. For me it is all a mixed feeling. Some excitement, some tears of joy, some nervousness….I realized suddenly that day that my baby is a big boy now. And at the end of the day, he makes me a proud mom.

I'm back!

Hi everyone! Been a long time, I know. I was very busy with so many things, had no time to blog. Missed blogging a lot though. Anyways, I'm back now and will continue to write now. I have a new post for you too, take a look!

God Bless.

True Love

What is love? There is no proper definition, is there? There shouldn’t be. Love is different for everyone. Every person feels it differently. One person’s love cannot be compared to someone else’s love. Why do we need love? To feel secure, to feel wanted …..we need it for ourselves, to ourselves. Love is so selfish. Or is there another kind of love which is not selfish? “True love is when nothing is expected in return.” I read it somewhere. That is love, to give. You have to give and give and still not expect anything in return. Does that actually happen in this practical world of ours? Agreed, we might do things for others occasionally, but if we don’t get a little appreciation or love in return, how can anyone continue to give? What is the purpose of giving?

Yes, come to think of it, there is only one person who has given me this kind of love. And that is my mom. She has been with me since the beginning of my life and throughout my ups and downs. I know I can always count on her and that she will never let me down. Whenever I want her, there she is. And like everyone else, I feel that she is the best mom anyone can ever have. You can never question a mom’s love. Moms are the only ones to treat you like kids no matter how grown up you are (and I like it that way!)

As far as I know, that is the only love that still pampers, still provides and still gives and gives and gives….

Drink, Eat and ………….be Merry??

Why is it so difficult to lose weight? Or rather why is it so easy for me to put on weight?!? I sometimes see people so thin; I really wonder what they actually eat, what goes inside them?? Some edibles do go inside their bodies, right, I mean they too keep a plate of food in front of them, they savor the taste of food and they chew and finally they swallow…they do that right?? Then how come, they remain so thin and skinny and the fat ones like me, we drink water, we inhale oxygen, and “Poof!” we just put on an extra 2 kilos!! Great!!

You see, I know what I should be doing; what to eat, what not to, but still I never take my diet seriously at all. Even after a one hour lecture from my doctor the other day on weight control, diet habits, future health hazards etc., I ate whatever I could lay my hands on as soon as I reached back home! Why? Why can’t I follow a diet strictly, why can’t I continue exercising everyday? No motivation? Too boring? Maybe, but I still got to try, right? I too want to wear nice and trendy clothes and look good. I just want to be like anybody else; doing all the things I can and still not feel tired and gasping for breath everytime!

Excuses, excuses. Guess I was born with this gift of making excuses! When my alarm clock rings promptly at 6 in the morning and tries waking me up, I can’t seem to make a decision. And exactly at that point I feel blessed for having the “snooze” option in my mobile phone! Man, it is so cozy and nice under the blanket and when you are kinda dizzy with all the remaining sleep and beautiful dreams to be continued, who in their right minds would want to wake up? It is as if the bed, the warm blanket, the soft pillows keep calling you ,” Come back, into your slumber……. you were enjoying your sleep, weren’t you? Oh come on, you can get up later…. go back to your dreams…..!”

Who says you can eat, drink and still be merry?!?

Valentine's Day

This year’s Valentine’s Day has been the best so far. Frankly I wasn’t expecting anything, but that day was a bolt from the blue!! Reghu actually got me flowers (surprise!). He then slowly took out the card that he had bought for me, not sure whether I would like it or not. But it was a beautiful one. Few words but very touchy..I was very moved by his gesture and was about to tell him that when he turned and held a box in front of him and asked me whether I liked this particular gift (surprise, surprise!). I was really stunned when I saw that he had got me the kinda watch I wanted since long!

It was very sweet, this gesture of his. His nature is not exactly like this but I know he did this only and only for me, for my happiness. All he wanted was to see the excitement on my face when I saw his gifts. And all I can think of is the thought that went into all this!! And that is exactly what makes me love him more everyday. Wow! Yes, this has been the best Valentine’s Day ever!

My Friend

The first thing you would notice about her is her hair. She had long, black, thick hair which would be nicely braided, folded and tied up with ribbons. I don’t remember when we became friends, but I do remember that I noticed her the first day of my class in this new school in Delhi.

I had always dreaded joining a new school. You had to do everything all over again. Take down notes you missed, introduce yourself to everyone, make new friends…But what I dreaded most were the eyes that followed you everywhere in curiosity. Wondering what you were like and whether you would be a competition to them or not. It was the same with this school, too. I was in my 6^th grade.

But to help me adjust, I found some friends, and good ones at that. We were a group of 4 girls. We would sit next to each other in class, lunch together, play together…..but among all I liked her the most. She was, more or less like me. Though we used to compete for the best handwriting among ourselves, I always had a soft corner for her.

We used to enjoy being together and then on the last day of our final exams, when we had finished exchanging addresses and promised to write to each other and keep in touch, she climbed onto her bus and waved. I waved back at her. For the last time. I wish I had known then.

My friends continued studying in the same school, whereas I joined another one in the same city, as we had shifted our house. But we used to write to each other. Slowly, as years passed by, I lost touch with everyone, except her. I left Delhi and kept moving from one place to another. She used to be lazy to write to me, but no matter where I went, we always used to keep in touch. She had given me her phone number to contact her and I had even visited Delhi a couple of times later. But I never called due to my hectic schedules. For which I feel guilty till date.

It was when I was in college, when she wrote to me about this inferiority complex she had because of her dark complexion. She suspected no one was friendly with her because of that. She wrote about how she had lost confidence in herself and how she wished she were like me. I wrote back saying she is best the way she is. I asked her not to change. I gave her all the confidence I could. I couldn’t see her so depressed. Really, she was an angel. She used to always send me hand made cards for New Years and for my birthdays. And I used to think that next time when I visit Delhi, I should meet her.

She was a good student in school and she continued that way in college too. After college she had taken up Charted Accountant foundation classes and I joined my post graduate diploma and we both got busy. I got a job soon after and my marriage was also almost fixed. I wrote to her many times, but there was no reply from her side. And I thought it was her usual laziness that kept her away form writing or maybe she had shifted to some other place. Still in desperate attempt to get in touch with her, I e-mailed one of her friends and asked about her whereabouts. I still remember the exact words of the reply. It said, “Hi. I am very sorry to inform you that your friend is no more. Her parents stay at the same place, they have not shifted.”

I read, re-read the mail again and again. I just could not believe the words in front of my eyes. That night, I couldn’t sleep…suddenly I wanted to see her….just one last time…. It is sad, this situation. Yet it is a fact many of us overlook.

Today when I think of her, I tell her how much she means to me. I thank her for being my friend, for giving me those beautiful and unforgettable memories that I shall treasure all my life. And she just smiles back at me. Maybe she says,” I will always remain your friend!”