The Battle Within...

I have always heard that happiness lies in the little things. And yes! I have learnt to enjoy the happiness in little things lately. But, in this meanwhile I have realized that I have even learnt to feel the sadness in little things.

Today morning when I woke up I heard my neighbours cat yelling so badly. I saw she was searching something vigorously everywhere. Initially I did not understand what was the reason. But when my mom told me the reason behind her grief my heart ached. Just 3 weeks back this cat has given birth to a very cute kitten. The baby was very active and naughty and would keep hoping all the day here and there. But, I got to know from my mom that since morning it was missing. It was a terrible moment to look at the mother cat searching her kid so helplessly.

I woke up with such a bad moment today and since than my mindset is very disturbed. Sometimes I feel the people who know us or meet us has an image about us that we are so strong. Our friends, our colleagues, our relatives, our siblings, our parents, nobody, absolutely nobody knows about the battle that we fight within. And all this is because we have mastered ourself in faking it.

"Its just impossible to mask sadness on your face when you are happy but its not difficult to fake a smile when you are dying inside" -Sonia

Anjaan raasta...

Yu he nikle the sair par, 

Na jaane chalte chalte ye kaha aa gaye ham.

Sahi raaste ko dhundte dhundte or bhi zaada ulajh gaye ham.

Har chehra anjana sa, har raasta andekha sa,

Is anjaan duniya ko dekh kar darr gaye ham.

Ab to naa aage badne ka hosala hai or na he piche jaane ki himmat,

Ek aise mod pe aake bas tham gaye ham...

Bliss...

I am experiencing an absolute bliss at this moment..

The bare open wide sky with those twinkling stars smiling at me, the naughty cold wind from the wide open windows playing with my untied hair and caressing my face, iPod playing the playlist of my favourite songs. The night journeys are such a bliss. I'm suddenly feeling this world is such a beautiful place to stay.

We are so very blessed to have music, breeze, nights, stars, words, smile, colors, friends, love. What else we need to make our life beautiful when we are blessed with such amazing things.. isn't it?

On the way to Bangalore with mom and aunt. I love this long 10 hours journey even more then reaching the destination.

The cry of the soul...

Drenched in the rain of mistakes,

Flowed in the waves of sins,

I try to stand,

Walk to cover the miles on the endless road,

Unaware of where I am heading.

The moment I feel I am on the right path,

The very next moment I am

trapped 

and tied to the cage of guilt,

From where escaping is just a myth.

Helpless I lie, in one corner of this dark cage,

I die hundred deaths every minute,

Lonely I scream, I yell,

Lonely I cry, I bleed,

None to heal.

I just wait to end this ordeal.

In this day to day life we commit so many sins and mistakes, we go against our ethics just for the temporary happiness, but in this meanwhile we always tend to forget the pain our soul undergoes each time we commit some sin.. 

Music Magic...

Finding its way slowly through the ears,

Ripples of magic spreads through out.

Intimating with every senses, like an elixir,

Heals each wound, pushes every hidden pain out.

Smoothening the inner toughness,

Caresses every single inch inside.

Intruding in the heart, runs through the veins,

Forgive the sins, soothes the mind.

Passing through the layers of the mind,

Cleansing each layer, reaches the soul.

Soul now immersed in its magical vibe,

Dances with stride, and hence purifies.

Something to Learn..

Sachin ni maarli six,
Aaji la aala chakkar,
Mama ni aandli riksha,
Riksha che paise sodaa,
Aaji ni maarla dolaa... ;-)

I heard this very sweet poem which is in Marathi language yesterday evening from this little boy Laxman.

Hindi Translation for those who don't understand Marathi: 

Sachin Ne maari six,

Nani ko aaya chakkar,

Mama ne laayi riksha,

Riskha ke paise chodo,

Nani ne maari aankh.. [Well, the poem doesn't rhyme in Hindi :( ]

Laxman is nine years old and studies in 3rd standard Kannada medium in one of the nearby village. Yesterday evening when I reached home after my work this boy came to my home along with one of my mothers friend Kalpana Aunty. She is a teacher in the same school where this boy studies and is heartly a very lovely lady. As soon as he got inside my house he directly came and sat on the floor. I felt bad when he did that. I asked him to sit on the chair and he followed it. On asking Kalpana Aunty about his whereabouts she told that his dad is a milk seller in the village and due to the financial problems is not able to take proper care of him. Laxman's mother left Laxman, his father and his 2 brothers just after giving birth to Laxman and is now with some other person. People think  that extra marital affairs happens only in metros or big cities but if we look very closely into the villages then the number of such things are really in large number even in our villages. Shocking but its a fact. 

Laxman's mother never came to see him or even his two elder brothers who are in 7th and 8th standard respectively. Kalpana aunty after listening to Laxmans story could not stop herself from taking Laxmans care  till it is possible by her hands. Now Laxman stay along with Kalpana Aunty since last few days and she looks after his food and also school. Despite of so many problems this little boy is so full of life that I could not take of my eyes from looking at him. I gave him two perk chocolates which aunty asked him to have it after getting back to home and he obeyed her without saying a word. I can bet on anything the kids which are born and brought up at our house with all the facilities and luxuries would never ever behave the way Laxman did. When I served him a dosa and tea he again went and sat on the floor to have it. Looking at his innocence I could not stop my self and I too joined him to the floor and we had a great time talking to each other. On asking him to tell a poem he sung those few funny Marathi lines which are at the starting of my post. Then I teared opened one of the perk and asked him to have it which he had. He wanted to have other one to but due to aunt's order of having it after getting back to home this obedient boy stopped himself. As my habit of taking pictures of whatever I like I took this picture of Laxman smiling happily which you can see in this post.

My mom asked if Laxmans dad is ready to give Laxman, as one of my uncles friend was interested in adopting a child. Kalpana Aunty told that she would let us know after asking Laxmans father. If Laxman gets a good life if some good family accepts him as their son then why not. Isn't it? Well, only if his dad agrees. Its all left on him now. But I wish whatever the decision might be Laxman's way of living life always remains same..

The most admiring fact about Laxman's dad is that despite of his financial problems he has given education to all his children's.

We who have got everything that is necessary. In fact we have got more then it is required but still have so many complaints about our life. Our parents unconditional love and pamper, education in some reputed schools and colleges, just one demand and our favorite food is ready for us and if its not we go to bed with empty stomach but even after that we say our life is so imperfect. We need to learn something from the boys like Laxman to whom even the little things give lots of joy and who knows the real mantra to remain happy no matter what :-) 

Sweetness added, stirred and diluted...

I had a perfect Sunday this week. Well, a perfect Sunday to me is a lazy day which starts with my Mom's so many failed attempts to wake me up. Finally when I get up, the first thing to do as my daily routine is to on the TV and switch it on to MTV and listen to the songs while I get fresh and then stuff myself with the perfectly heavy tasty South Indian breakfast like Idli or Dosa prepared by my Mom and become even more lazier. After that again sit in front of the TV and watch anything aired to pass the time and then get into kitchen to cook the menu of the day. I was bored of fish and chicken curry's and chicken biryani so i decided to prepare Daal and Fish fry along with it. Yes Daal and fish fry is a very tasty combination. What can be more soothing to soul then having a peaceful afternoon nap as soon as you finish with your lunch? And after getting up from my dreamy world having a kadak tea with some snacks along with a Hindi movie makes my perfect Sunday. Yes, I don't even have to step my foot outside the door to make my day perfect.

Evening I had nothing to do and so I was just lying on my bed and I randomly begin to view the old pictures in my cell phone. While viewing them I found one old photo which literally brought a wide smile on my face. The photo of the cute little innocent kids whom I met few months back. Though the picture might not be so clear as it was shot in the low evening light from my cell phone camera which is just 3.2 Mega Pixels, the serene smile of these kids makes this photo truly admirable. Let me share this sweet incident with you now.

It was in the month of February when I was getting back to my home after my office. Evening around 6.30 I reached bus stand to find out there were no bus which can take me to my home. So I took out the book "The Lost Story" which I was reading then  from my bag and began to read it. I realized some one came and sat very close to me but I was so much engrossed in the book that I did not care to bother and look who it was. Few minutes later I was distracted by the giggles which made me to look at the person sitting next to me. I noticed these kids smiling looking at me and also prompting each other something. I too smiled looking at them and immediately noticed that the elder girl gave some signals to her younger bro by hitting her elbow to him and making some animated signals by her eyes with a smile. I kept looking at their innocence with a smile and was surprised when this little boy gave me an Alpenliebe Chocolate and innocently said, " Chocolate lo na Didi". At that moment I really did not get how to react. I just took the chocolate and thanked them. Then I realized that this girl was making the signals to her brother to give that chocolate to me. I asked them for a photograph to which they posed happily and then asked their names. The little boy told me he is Mohammed Yusuf and girl was Sameena. And then we had a little chat and I had to leave as my bus had arrived.

It was a very small meeting of not more then 5 minutes indeed but now these kids and their sweetness will remain in my memories with me forever through this photograph and through this post. :)

P.S: Thank you so much Saru, Mithlash and Izdiher for motivating me to write something new by constantly asking me about my next post when ever there is a long gap in between my posts. Feels loved. :) 

P.P.S: I have finished reading the book "The Lost Story" almost 2 months back but now when I have already mentioned about the book then let me share a few lines about it. The Lost Story is a fictional book written by authors Amit Goyal and Sudhanshu Gupta. This is the first book by both the authors but the work they have done is of genius. There are many stories in the book but we will not find a single instant which makes us feel that we are disconnected from the main story. Very interesting book with each stories which have got unexpected twist and turns and  an jaw dropping end too. In short, the must read and it definitely keeps us hooked till the end.