Letting go!

Today as I let you go,
I have absolutely no ego,
No fretting over denial,
Just a number less to dial.

I instead feel so clear,
Back to my own, carefree attire,
Free to be as I desire,
Unbothered if you would admire

No mind games, to please you
No false hopes, to seek you
No finding ways, to cross paths
No waiting for your text backs

Life is as simple as it should be
Today as I let you go
I feel so light and free
To be once again back to real me!


Today post workout, I start feeling a bit dizzy. I think of just giving up on the long walk to bus bay to catch office bus and decide to book a cab instead, to quickly reach home. Gym is around 5 – 7 minutes walk from office gate, so I just book the cab, as I head out of the gym and start walking. As I begin walking, the feeling of discomfort starts growing and I finally decide to sit back and relax for a while on the nearby bench and not create a scene by collapsing somewhere in the middle of the road, that too in office premises.
Cab has already arrived, I get call from the driver “Madam I am here, I can wait for maximum 5 minutes. If you don’t come by then, cab will be cancelled and amount will be deducted.” I tell him to cancel as I am unwell and cannot reach in next 5 minutes for sure. He calls me again in a minute. “Madam there is some problem with the mobile application. I am unable to cancel, but I am gone, amount will be deducted when my application starts responding.” I say okay and disconnect.
I drink some water, relax for a while and then head straight to the cafeteria. I feel better after eating and it is almost the time for the next bus, so I finally take the next office bus to get back home.
After I reach home, I get a call from an unknown number asking if I am okay, as the cab I had booked has met with an accident. Taken aback by the news I answer “I am okay, I had to cancel the cab as I could not reach in time.” I am not in position to ask any further questions and I just hang up.
I don’t have any more details on the gravity of the accident or where it took place, all I know is I was blessed and saved from a mishap today and that the “destiny” has played a major role. I realized that the things that you are destined to, do happen no matter how hard you try to stop them from happening and vice versa.
I was saved from an accident, while I was disturbed by a mere feeling of discomfort. I did learn a lesson for sure, to not moan about petty things in life.
To believe in God; he does see a bigger picture, while we all can only see a limited part of it.
Sometimes the reasons behind certain circumstances in life aren’t revealed in a jiffy, but in longer run as the truth unfolds, we do realize that everything happened for good. Trust His decisions and gracefully accept what is in the destiny.

Unclosed chapters!

Some chapters in heart remain unclosed,
Pages rolling back and forth,
Bringing back the memories old,
Some unwelcome, some totally worth.

Familiar perfume or line of a song,
Is totally enough, to drag you along,
To people or places, you did once belong,
Giving you joy or hopes forlorn.

Scenes keep playing in a single skit,
Sulking or blushing, like a teenage kid,
Your face looks flat or completely lit,
Memories are sweet, some bitter bit.

Chasing old chapters is not a good bet,
They are to be browsed and then sinply left,
If you dwell in the past, you will surely fret,
Leave them behind, foot forward you set!

The Homecoming..!

Fed up of the days mundane,
She fancied the idea of change,
To quit the life so sane,
Pack the bags and simply escape.
where no place shall ever seem silly,
She found herself drifting already,
China, France, Vegas, Italy,
Each one seemed fresher than lily.

Dancing on the tunes of “Niagara falls”,
“Maid of the mist” was on top of all,
Exploring the botany in the “Central park”,
Till the legs ached and it was dark,
Lights on the “Brooklyn bridge” shining bright,
“Time square” still gave it a tough fight.
Could “Statue of liberty” be missed at all?
Manhattan skyline standing tall.

The skyline reminded her of Mumbai always,
“Marine drive” on the rainy days,
Shopping like crazy on “linking road”,
“Juhu chowpatty” and the street food,
Watching the sun drown in the deep sea water,
Catching the local train to get home faster.
Mumbai girl can find peace nowhere else,
She realised, here itself her heart dwells.

Wanderer at heart, she would never stop roaming,
But there always has to be homecoming,
Combing the beautiful memories through,
One has to join back routine with energy new.
For the change once thought,
Has to be again sought,
Else it will be permanent too,
To be a routine, boring true.

An ode to a fighter!

How could I stop myself from writing this sad yet inspiring story – story of a man who fought the fierce battle of life, all alone. For the cacophony of emotions, it triggered inside me and for the long lasting impact it had on me, it ought to be shared. It may serve as an eye opener for many of us – who complain of the problems so trivial, who end up being sad by the things so petty, who decide on quitting so soon and who keep finding negatives in every small aspect.

He is my dad’s friend, who happened to recently shift to Pune, to a society close to our house. Delighted by the news, dad invited him home for breakfast, last Sunday.

Man in his mid-70’s, he seemed quite cheerful, enthusiastic and active for his age. Friendly and extremely talkative facade of him made it easy to mingle and get the conversation going. One thing lead to another and slowly his story began to unfold.

He was diagnosed with rare type of cancer in its last stage and was recommended treatment only at a renowned hospital in Mumbai. He used to reside at a place, around 6 hours’ drive from Mumbai. Considering the heavy-duty aftereffects of chemotherapy, it seemed quite difficult to manage from a place so remote. But he decided to go for it. He would drive all the way to Mumbai, all alone, for his therapy, undergo the treatment and even drive back alone post the therapy (and I need dad to accompany me even to a dentist). Then he would take complete rest and rejuvenate himself for the next therapy session. This continued till he completed all his chemotherapy and radiation sessions. There were ups and downs in his physique, but he had no other alternative but to get up and get going in order to keep the physical, financial and mental equilibrium maintained.

There was more to add. Amidst all this, he lost his son in law, which imposed a severe blow on the family. Responsibility of his daughter and her young toddler came on him. Keeping aside his sufferings, he stood by her, moved in to her place to help her out and left no stone unturned to support her in her rough time. Meanwhile, he was diagnosed with another rare type of tuberculosis. This made it hard for him to swallow food, which consequently made him lose loads of weight, making it difficult even to stand on his own and walk. He would literally have to crawl around, in the house. But never did he give up. He kept going, continued his treatment with patience and finally after lot of struggle he recovered. He is now so fit, quite enough to start socializing all over again. The person who himself would have needed immense help some time back, now smilingly offers you help. And this is no hyperbole.

People usually get sideswiped only by listening to the word cancer. In addition to medical, need all the physical and mental support to get over it, and all this is quite explicable. But nothing could quiver this man’s spirit and strong will power. This strong will power helped him recuperate from all the grave diseases and situations life had thrown at him all at once.

The way he narrated his story with an unbroken grin and not even slightest hint of complain, spoke quite a lot about his positive and equally practical approach of looking at things. To accept what comes our way, work hard to get out of it and move ahead is what we can do, were his words.

How we look at the problems in our life and prepare our inner self to deal with them is of utmost importance. If we think weak of ourselves, weak we will be. If we think strong, strong we will be. If we think grave are the problems, graver they will be.

If we start thinking positively, in a strong demeanor and top it up with immense patience, nothing can stop us from adding a happy ending to our story.

Life doesn’t give us an opportunity to choose our story, it is the story that chooses us; but the choice of being a hero of it, is totally left to our discretion. Hats off to one such hero!

Chinese whispers

I had heaved a sigh of relief recently, when Ganesh Chaturthi loudspeaker noise, in the lane next to my residence, ended. Not too many days have passed and the chaos is back again, this time with Navratri numbers.

It renders you and your eardrums helpless. Neither can you take important calls, nor watch TV or have conversation with family.
Sleep is absolutely out of consideration. Not even, if you plan to shut all the doors and windows, plug in your ear plugs and dunk your head into blanket.
The only thing you are left with, is to surrender to the chaos, keep listening to what keeps on falling on your ears and somehow keep yourself from accidentally mumbling these songs in the office, the next day.

Have you heard of a game named ‘Chinese whispers’? It is a group game in which, one person whispers a sentence in next person’s ear only once. This person then recapitulates it to the next person. This goes on, in an entire circle. The last person then speaks the sentence out loud. Most of the times, because of the inserts, deletes, updates and what not, the final sentence turns out to be totally different from the original one.

Same is the state of Indian festivals now-a-days. As days go by, they are losing the original essence and mere amusement is taking over. Healthy enjoyment is still acceptable, but the one that disturbs others, pollutes – air, water, noise is absolutely not. These things are totally uncalled for.

On one of the social forums, I remember a person asking, what do we do then? Stop celebrating festivals and have no culture left to pass on to future generations?
I think, we should surely ‘NOT stop’ but it is high time we be rational and start figuring out and executing better ways of celebrating festivals.

Innovative trends like silent garba, DIY clay idols with seeds implanted, home immersions etc. are need of the day.

Or we can simply start looking backwards at how our ancestors celebrated these festivals and explore what our culture really is.
I believe there was no loud music then – Bhajans and prayers instead
No gigantic plaster of Paris idols – small clay idols instead and lots of devotion,
Simple ecofriendly decorations – over magnificent lightings
Rangolis and Diyas – instead of loud crackers.
Less number of pandals and lots of unity.
This kind of celebration would definitely turn out to be purer, enjoyable and true to its essence.

So let’s keep our thinking hats on, this festive season and come up with innovative ways that are more enjoyable and at the same time thoughtful of our surroundings.
This will ensure we pass on not only “purer culture” to our future generations but also “less contaminated environment”. Happy festivities!