Mother's Day

It was just another day. As usual, called home and spoke to mom and dad like I normally do. When I picked up the day's newspaper it was full of Mother's Day articles and then it struck me that May 10 was being celebrated as Mother's day. It was Mother's Day and the irony was my Mom was not made to feel any special than other days. :(

A lot of things crossed my mind and some thoughts lingered for a while. I debated whether I should call her up again and wish her "A Happy Mothers Day". Well, I decided against it finally. I just don't need to wish her only on such occassions - do I? I always wish her lots of love and luck, health and happiness. Even when I am not with her, there is not a single moment when I do not think of my mother. I don't let a single day pass without talking to my mother...mummy as I call her. During our growing up years Mothers Day concept was not such a hype. Infact I didn't even know such a day existed till I was in school - I mean that's an honest confession. :D

My Mother- Mummy as I call her -In my life she has always been the guiding star, someone who would stay awake throughout the night to take care of me whenever I was ill, someone who made sure I have everything I ever wished for. Of course, I have had my own share of arguments and fights with her. Times when I wished she wasn't there to nag me all the time. There were times when I thought, had she not been there I could have done certain things.

Those were the days of youth and freedom. The carefree days when you just don't have time to think about anything in life. When parents become low priority as compared to friends. Rather everything else in life takes over the most importat thing ever- Your Parents. We do not realise their importance then or perhaps we do- but we don't know how to handle it.

Anyways, coming back to the point. My mother has been the epitome of strength and perseverance in my life. I have never seen her cry or being rude to anyone. I don't think, I ever heard my mother raising her voice and talking to people. I am just the opposite though. :)
Never did she ever talk ill about anyone or get into gossips in the neighbourhood. During my growing up years Mummy was mostly busy in taking care of the family. Looking back - my memories are of mummy cooking for us, teaching us or playing badminton with us. Like other moms she never came to the bus stop to drop us for school. May be, I was lucky that the bus stop was half a kilometre across the road from my house. And half a kilometre wasn't really a distance in those times. May be she just didn't have enough time to do so- what with the four of us to get ready for school or may be by doing that she made sure we become independent and responsible individuals when we grow up. Which I can proudly say I am.

Mom is an extremely good cook and everyone in the neighbourhood turned to her for her recipes, be it regular food or delicacies. She is known for her culinary skills.
Mom is also too good at stitching and knitting. I still remember the many appreciations by family and friends on the embroidered bed covers, curtains and table covers she used to make. Till I came to college most of my dresses were stitched by her. I have fond memmories of how aunties used to call me and see my dresses which were of course tailor made by Mommy. During winters neighbourhood aunties would call me to have a look at the designs on my sweaters. I was proud then and I am proud now MA!

I can go on telling endless tales about mom and my journey so far but all I wish right now and pray to god for now- is that "May he give her all the happiness and strength she deserves and may she have a happy and peaceful life!"

Friends

Last few months have been kind of a Rejuvenation - in terms of spirits.

Sunita called up out of the blue and said she is in India. It was like a rush of adrenaline pumping through the heart to hear her after so many years...it seemed ages and actually it was! 5 years is a long time isn't it?
She is a school friend. We were good friends in school and then we lost touch. Dad was transfered and we moved to Jamshedpur. I heard she got married and all, through some of the friends I was in touch with. Then one fine day, as I walked the streets of Delhi....I thought I saw her. It was a far cry to find someone you know in Delhi considering the place I come from and more over considering that I had no idea where she is. I knew her family is still in Hazaribag but nothing much...nor did I ever try to find much about her- that is what is special about teenage - you keep falling in and out of friendship and school friends soon take a back seat once you are out of school. I had a gut feeling it's her so I returned to catch up with her as we crossed path with each other in the opposite directions. I called "Sunita." She stopped and turned. ...and then said "Sonia?"
We were in the middle of the road and honestly, I didnt feel much bonding with her then. We just exchanged our phone numbers and parted promising to call. I don't remember who called up first, but yes-we revived our friendship from then on and became really close. We started visiting each other, shopping together and sharing everything with each other. It was like we were friends forever and this time the friendship was stronger and matured. But then she moved out of the country.
After 5 years, in December I met her in Ranchi as she was there too and I was scheduled to go there. But the best part was the time spent with her when she came to Delhi in January. It was really a pleasure to sit and chat with her and it seemed we wouldnt be able to have enough time to catch up on our lives so far.....
I still wish she was here and we could share so many things and have fun like the good old days.

Last tuesday, Chandrani called up to say she is in Delhi and would leave by evening the same day.
Chandrani happens to be my friend from college days. I have memories of sharing our crushes and heartbreaks and love stories and discussing about boys ;-) bunking classes, night outs, hostel life, movies and magazines, icecream and food, scooty races during college holidays. Riding our two wheelers through the streets of Jamshedpur. I met her after 9 years and it felt like ever since. Time just flew....we lost track of time.....we craved for more as hours passed by. The old days seemed like "Once upon a time...." tales that we used to hear as kids. It is strange how we were craving for more time now, time- which never seemed important during those days...a phone call and you are there....even if you don't call up you can still visit anytime.. Time was not as important as it seemed now when I met her after so many years. This is what time and distance does to your relationships...excitement and wait.....there are things to share.......infact there is so much that you never seem to complete all that you wanted to talk about.

I was living and re-living my good old days, days long gone by....memories that had taken a back stage in the tale of life, I had covered a long distance in time....and this was my past. As I lived each moment now, I was filled with varied emotions....The memories seemed like a delicious piece of cake and I wished I could eat it bit by bit so as to let the taste last longer. And, as I took the last bit, like the topping on the cake was another call- Manjery.
Manjery came a week later and we had fun.....went to all the malls close by...went to all the stores with the board "Sale" - very typical of her.
came across Manjery when she joined my team at work....she was an intelligent and qualified girl, plain and simple, hesitant and shy. Gradually she did change a bit - all for the good though -- and I am happy for her.
We liked each other and shared a comfort level. We went to places after work, shopping-window shopping, eating joints and restaurants. Both of us were foodies so we explored all the retaurants of Sec 18 Noida that existed then. We were equally passionate about chocolates... and I still remember the frequent trips to the closest from office- Nirula's for their Truffle pastry and Hot Chocolate Fudge. Whatever be the weather, there was no stopping us from going to Sec 18. A weekly visit was a must...whether you shop or window shop..whether your purse is full or empty.
Our friendship at work grew and moved to the personal sphere, to home and family, through opinions and discussions, thoughts and wishes, to personal joys and sorrows . We groomed and nursed our friendship to one that reached where we are now - A Lifetime.
Even though we are in two different cities, we still find time to catch up, update each other about life. She is the only girl to date with whom I discuss about work and office and crib about them if I feel like, without a seconds thought. She is the one who has been a part of my life through my hardships. In the most difficult of my days in life, she was there, just by my side, standing quietly and never even nudging. Some people have it in them to be there in your life silently- like god. I raise a toast to this friendship today!

Friends can be fun anytime all through your life. And I am happy to have come across some remarkably good people in life who I can call friends!

Forever Gone

As I sit by the window
Looking at the sea down below
Wondering about how my life is going to be

Thoughts wandering
Images floating
Thinking of the times when we were together
Of all the laughter and the fun
The sharing and the caring
The special ways to make me feel
You are there and will always be

I am brought back to reality
Like a turmoil in the sea
How you are now gone forever...
and will come back to me-- never o never!

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A heart to heart conversation with an old friend last night made me wonder.... what is it about moving out from a relationship .....I have read several stories of heart break .....but I often wonder is it only moving away from one another in that certain kind of realtionship that breaks our heart or makes it hard for us to live...in my opinion moving out of any relationship is equally diffcult and changes everything for us...it is like we stop living as we did for a while .......sometimes it feels like a bad dream and we are not able to accept it..at times it is just that we were not really ready to see this part of our life ......... although we knew it is coming.......can there be only one kind of relationship between man and woman....does any relationship having to do with the opposite sex mean only one thing and can never be accepted.......just because we do not have any logical conclusion to it?

I wonder who made such rules and why do we follow those...to me whoever the person is it is completely okay to feel close to him or her if you feel comfortable in their company......it is not important who he or she is or what relation you have with them....all that should really matter is that you have the same kind of dreams to be on the same level with him or her

Chahat!

An Attempt at hindi Poetry!!
Everyone is free to call it whatever ....... :-)

Bas yun hi tumhein dekha karoon
Jindagi gujar jaaye tumhari baahon mein
Yun hi hum tum raha karein
dhoop mein aur chaanv mein
Fiza badle kitne bhi magar
Hum na badlein in hawaon mein
Khush hoon main isi ehsaas se
ki ab tum ho mere apnon mein....

Possessions!

When I opened my wardrobe yesterday, all I intended to do was move some of my summer clothes as the weather is getting colder each day and I really wanted to have enough space in the wardrobe to fit in my winter clothes but what I found myself doing was not arranging clothes but something entirely different.......here I was on a trip down memory lane, each of the dresses brought back memories of how I had bought it or where, of how much I wanted a certain kind of dress and what all I had done to get one of the type I wanted......All the palces and times i had worn those to.... Each of them somehow reminded me how it had come to me....who had gifted it to me...when it was given....
It's strange how even the tiniest of your possessions have a way of making you feel special and loved. Parting with my clothes made me feel very nostalgic and I was filled with all kinds of mixed emotions........

Woven dreams!

To be with you is joy ever new
and wonder if it could be true....
To look into ur eyes and
weave dreams of future.....

I dream of faraway places
with just the two of us
Where there is....
No place to run to
No schedules to follow
No calls to answer
No promises to keep
And no commitments to meet

I wish I could live in my own fantasy land
Where nothing gets wiped like times in sand
Where the concrete lives and the strength prevail
Where integrity rules and evil is frail.....