To my MoonLight

This one is going to be little personal; that corner of my heart, which has a softer, kinder and warmer touch in my life. Though I am always little jittery about writing things personal, being an introvert. But this kindred bond in my life with that faint, frosty beautiful bluish radiance of calmness and love like a moonlight holds my attention today, to let it out and share. Share what I always wanted to and be glad for what I have or am blessed with.

“Blessed be the ties that bind generations.”

She is the moonlight of my life and will always be, as I mentioned she is that antique little girl, with whom I share a doting bond and an affectionate link. She is my Grandmother, my Dad’s Mother.

Now she stays far away from me around thousand kilometres away. It’s not that I talk to her everyday but once in a full moon. But then when life becomes too demanding, even talking over a phone once a month surely seems suitable some of the time. But she is always there in my prayers. In my that self-made inner circle which consists of few of the precious ones in my life, she stays intact in there, always.

Why it is that I share such an exclusive tie with her? One of my very first early childhood memories, when she was not that old but a middle aged lady in her late forties may be, I remember distinctively how she used to make homemade kajal(modern day kohl) for me and my sister with great attention and care; kind of a traditional secret recipe mixed with pure charm. I grew up applying those on my eyes. That burnt castor oil traces still lingers in my sub conscious and I miss them dearly while applying my neatly packaged smudge free Maybelline colossal today.
As a saying goes in my homeland that applying kajal makes one’s eye appear beautiful. So I thank her today for filling my eyes with beauty; of beauty that encompasses pureness and richness of unconditional love. That beauty which surpasses physicality and reaches eyes of the soul and never smudges.

I always felt myself to be beautiful, though aware I am an average looking person. Somewhere this confidence in me was instilled by the loved ones all through out my growing up. Especially my Grandmother played a major role in this. She has always made me feel that beautiful. She made me believe that I am worth more than what life can offer, through her kind words. Today as a Mom, when I think deeper about it, I know What boost it did offer me being a child, having a belief on myself. So my earnest thankfulness to her to make me face those not so perfect days with the gift of tenacity through this faith that I can do it no matter what. I am always that twinkle in her eyes which shines brightly.

A Grandmother is a Mother with extra frosting.
And those days when I used to return back from my college classes, she will pull me to kitchen and put a succulent syrupy piece of sweetmeat; a mouthful of joy dripping all down my face, quite stealthily avoiding the prying eyes. As it was a big joint family and she didn’t wanted me to be devoid of these delectable relish before it’s been consumed by others. A sign of love which saw no boundary and is all pervasive and all powerful.
Thank you Grandma for imbibing in me the values of what love means which I can pass on as an inheritance; a lesson that you do whatever it takes to ensure that your kids are being loved and nourished.

And her innumerable tales with that warmth in her voice, which lavished my innocent tender years of growing up sprinkled with stardust. So how can I thank you for that priceless archives of imagination and a life beyond worldly that you planted on the seed of my mind in that impressionable years of mine!
Sleeping on your lap under the summer night stars or inside the winter blankets and listening to those inane yet virtuous fables will be treasured in safe haven of my heart ever, forever. And there were times when you fell short of a new story, even repeating the same ones still felt meaningful as if some zest added afresh or newness I found which I might have missed unintentionally.

And my gratitude for the innumberable times you stood for me, for against anyone even your own blood if they tried to hurt me in some way or other. Unconditional positive regard is rarely given by anyone except a very few and that’s what you offered me by trusting me effortlessly.

A grandmother’s love knows no distance.
And that special day of my life I was getting married to the man of my dream and you crossed 400 miles to be with me even if warned not to, for your deteriorated health conditions. I still remember what you said,
” How can I be not with my princess in this blissful day?, if I miss this then I will not forgive myself ever.”
And as I am penning these lines down, my eye are moist with tears but they don’t fall for the sheer strength of perseverance that you fostered in me through out the years with instances of grit like this.

And there are one and many more instances like these where you made an imprint on my heart with your loving, compassionate and affable selfless spirit. And I know I am your precious little thing that you will not bargain for anything or with anybody. And if in one line I can presume of what you assimilated on me, then that would be:
‘Never give up on Love’.
And I truly live with this surmise each and every day of my existence.

You are almost 85 now. As you have reached the autumn of your life and years of survival has wearied you down. These days when I call you and you still soak me with your warm loving words and then weep like a child grumbling and protesting why you should not be alive as being so primitive! That your eyes, knees, breathings and whole other systems are giving up day by day and that each day of existence is effortful and filled with pain at this stage of life. I hear but I pray and I still pray that you stay. That you don’t give up now. I know I am self-centerd in this but I don’t want to loose you ever as your love and affection is irreplaceable for me. We should all have at least that one person in our life who knows how to bless us no matter what and that’s what you are to me.

“They say genes skip generations.
Without my final acknowledgement, this piece of writing will remain unfinished and incomplete. I do remember when during one of your story sessions you revealed that how your Mother was a lady endowed with power of imagination and expression. You told me that she was a woman ahead of her generation. In those days of pre independent India, she was a connoisseur of words and literature and a gifted poet. Little did I knew at that point of time, what the word ‘Poet’ meant until I reached my School days.
But then sometimes when I write a verse or a note, and people ardently appreciate my effort or may be my skill, I wonder did my genetic code played a role in this. Surely, I don’t know the reason or have a clue for what makes me the way I am or aids me in expressing the things the way it is that might touch someone’s sensibility. But my heart do feel intensely grateful for what you passed on to me as a legacy knowingly or unknowingly.
“God Bless you My Moonlight, My Grandmother and Wish you Happy 85th Birthday.”

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Thank You Note

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The first time it was a feeling of exhilaration. On second one, it was contentment and then when it was third and fourth or fifth may be….it was happiness but sans excitement. Even if without the exuberance or rush, it do offered me a sense of repose and gladness. For the reason being it was presented by someone whom I hardly know but who somehow follows some of my writing expressions and indeed like them. Thank you Abbie as there’s no better word than this if you tell it from your heart and that’s what I am doing right now. Only semblance at cursory level is we are women but totally from different worlds. Abbie belongs to New Zealand and most of you as are aware of, I am an Indian. Her words touched me. She is a genuine and sensitive person and never shies away from even expressing her vulnerable side out. Her blog @abbiesbabble.wordpress.com encompasses her warm and affable spirit.

Going by the rule of the game,

Answer the questions the award-giver asked you and make 11 more for your nominees.

1. Read on screen or old school book?

Ans: Given anyday, old school books. But quite recently the ease or the practicality of it makes me stick to my digital pad more.

2. You have a night in, what’s the best way to spend it?

Ans: No two words on this, absolutely with my husband and son having good time.

3. Favourite book (sorry, two book questions already, can’t help myself!)?

Ans: There are many. But on recentness I enjoyed Hurley’s Eat, love and Pray. Every word reverberates of how I feel too and filled with thoughtfulness and wisdom.

4. Favourite place in the world – that you’ve been to?

Ans: it was a remote hill station and the place we stayed was a hut beside a river bank. Idyllic, scenic and tranquil – what more one can ask for!

5. The place you would most like to go?

Ans: My hometown, my birthplace. It’s been quite a time, I miss it’s smell, touch, the air and the faces which I hardly interact with but somewhere I connect to.

6. Bungee jump or skydive (I haven’t done either but would probably skydive)?

Ans: Probably none of them as I have tremendous height phobia even though I am adventurous for other pursuits.

7. What’s the best part of blogging for you?

Ans: Connection, of course. When I could touch someone’s heart through my writing, there’s no feeling better than that in this world of blogging. Secondly if I can make some positive impact or influence in any form or kind for betterment to an individual or society at large. I am sorry but that’s how I feel. Didn’t want to bore you guys though.

8. Most played song over the last month?

Ans: Can you believe this…it’s Black Eyed Peas with ‘Tonight’s gonna be a good night’ as my son loves to dance to it’s tune.

9. Favourite smell (for me, fresh cut grass, home baking, the beach)?

Ans: There’s something about coffee and the drizzle…it smells heavenly together.

10. Best holiday memory?

Ans: It’s the same idyllic serene I mentioned above and the memorable part from it was my son’s journey towards first steps…he was trying to walk on his own and we could capture those indelible moments with free spirit while holidaying.

11. Best tip for other new bloggers?

Ans: Just be in your skin. You are unique and share that uniqueness through your creativity.

I will be skipping on the ‘facts about me’ part as I don’t want to nag you guys more. Moreover it’s already there in my other awards posts.

Questions from me to you:

  1. What made you start blogging?
    2. What makes you laugh out loud?
    3. Which book made an impression in your life?
    4. Who is your favourite author?
    5. Who inspired you most?
    6. Which song defines you?
    7. What’s your favourite mantra or quote?
    8. Three things you cannot live without.
    9. What is love for you?
    10. What is writing as per you?
    11. Do you have any idiosyncrasies? What are they?

I have varied taste. My nominees as per my taste, choice and affinity are:

http://incandescentmoonpoetry.wordpress.com/ – Some of the best poetry I have read while my blogging journey. It surpasses good and tends to be great.

http://pamkirstblog.wordpress.com/ – Amazing Writer.

http://katienaum.com/ – Reflective and natural flow of words.

Permacooking.com – Healthy and Holistic lifestyle tips.

Cookingwithawallflower.com – food and cooking with variety and one step ahead.

http://epiphanyinthecacophony.wordpress.com/ – Creativity personified.

http://kmihran.wordpress.com/ – A person who with his blog spreads and shares positive energy.

http://uthamz.wordpress.com – exquisite, vibrant photographs.

http://loveinshallah.com/ – her blog reflects her grit and admirable spirit.

Propelsteps.wordpress.com – a blog with a humanitarian cause.

http://avian101.wordpress.com/ – My love for birds of any flock brings me here.

1.Thank the person who nominated you and provide a link to their page.
2. Proudly display the award banner on your page.
3. List eleven facts about yourself.
4. Answer the questions the award-giver asked you and make 11 more for your nominees.
5. List your nominees.

 

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Beauty Synonymous!

This poem I wrote while during the beginning of my blogging journey in which I have infused the names of some famous high-end woman’s luxury brands and finally a simple revelation which we forget in day to day jugglery of existence and insecurities of survival…

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I am a Diva.
Smoked my eyes with
Christian Dior 5 color palette.

A dash of Mac Ruby Woo
for my supple lips.
Hair sleek with chic spring hair-do;
Curly flirty amuse for my fingers.

Versace couture gown in sea green
To subdue my fiery spleen.
Time stands still
With Rolex on my wrist.

Cartier a carat or two
Upholds my alluring ensemble.
Modern Muse by Estée Lauder
Is the signature aroma I resemble.

With Gucci on my hand
And Jimmy Choo on my feet,
I feel invincible
And no one can defeat.

I feel flawless
I feel like a goddess.
But then I forget
much to my chagrin –
Three priceless words
Beauty lies within.

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Let’s talk about Freedom!

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What if we totally clip down any kind of freedom to our kids with the fear of harm it might cause, with our good intentions abound as a distressed parent! Surely, they will have fewer mistakes. But with lesser mistakes will be lesser learning. Can we then discount one of the primary role of a parent to nurture the kid to become a self sustainable human being? So are we up for this bargain! I guess no as that would be rather more harmful for my child in long run.

When it comes to parenting, there’s no magic pill or easy way out. I always feel that parenting is like a job of an unpaid juggler. With practice and years into it, we succeed but then we cannot totally be failure-proof as we are dealing with lives involved.
For deeper purview, click on the given link for my article titled Let’s talk about Freedom on Parentous.com @ http://www.parentous.com/2014/08/14/should-children-be-given-more-freedom/

Parentous.com is an acclaimed blog on parenting and an initiative by leading Indian blog BlogAdda. 

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That Night was Special

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That night was special
When you spilled
All your dreams.
Those silent whispers
That filled my heart
With renewed gleam.
The night was special,
When you uncovered
All your hopes –
The hopes that you gathered
While life’s twists and turns.
The fire in the belly
Which lights your passion to burn.

And the night was special
When you cried on my lap.
The fears that you revealed,
The angst that you unveiled.
Your deepest apprehensions,
Nature’s cruelest intentions.
All lay naked,
Translucent and exposed.
There lay no secret;
Illusive or apparent
Between us.
There lay no layers;
Manifested or inherent
Tearing us.

There rests only
A kiss, tender
Born out of truth
With no lies or deception.
There abides only
One warm sweet embrace
For lifelong devotion.
Even after today
If I perish as mortal,
I will have no resent
No qualms, no fancies,
Only true content.
Cause your heart touched the whole
Seeking for redemption
Made love to my soul.

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On Whys and Hows – A Reminder to a Doting Mind

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Mr.Curious is surely impressed with Mr.Kipling and following his footsteps diligently as he has covered many a Whys and Hows, Who’s and What’s in this meagre six years of his mortal existence.

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My day begins with a question and ends with a one. On an average day, I have to endure an onslaught of around thirty formidable questions and the day when I am more fortuitous, it might go upto fifty. These questions can neither be avoided nor can I beat around the bush to avoid or delay them. Instead, it demands attention and seeks immediate intervention.

To dig and dwell deeper into the issue with much fervour, you can visit my article titled On Whys and Hows – A Reminder to a Doting Mind in Parentous.com at  http://www.parentous.com/2014/07/30/whys-hows-reminder-doting-mind/

Parentous.com is an acclaimed blog on parenting and an initiative by leading Indian blog BlogAdda. Parentous as a forum for parenting, is filled with all those little elements, thoughts, conversations, dilemmas, agony aunt tips, funny conversations, heart-rending episodes, experienced advice that come to govern the life of a parent. Thank you BlogAdda and team Parentous for this opportunity.

 

 

To Inspire and be Inspired….

 

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To keep it real simple..yes I am glad rather delighted….the purpose of creating this blog Love, Life and whatever was to share or bare my thoughts and then to inform, inspire or amuse in some way. If I could enkindle a few, as there are many who have inspired me to be what I am today, I guess that will lend a whole hearted smile to my face. The honour conferred to me this time is by two fellow bloggers. One with the blog name Ashmita. She is a lady with a voice and a woman of substance. Her blog@http://asmithaaa.wordpress.com reflects her resolute spirit and social consciousness. You will admire her spirit. The other person is Paul with blog name Miscellaneous Inanities@http://paulwhitberg.wordpress.com. His poems will uplift your mood. He is a gifted poet as he maintains classic poetic form but with a twist towards modern life themes.

Now, what it is to be me! :

1. I truly, truly believe that life is the most alluring and amazing gift by God amidst all the twists and turns….

2. Love – is what keeps me going. It’s the most powerful force and it’s like an elixir to many woes and wounds in one’s life.

3. My family; that’s what is my oxygen source. Far or near, I breathe in and out, only them.

4. Yes I believe in God and the divine justice. I am not a religious person per se, but spiritual. The idea and belief in God helps me and guides me in my day to day existence in this just amiss, not so impeccable world.

5. I adore intellectuals.

6. Where are the professionals? I salute them. Loyalty and integrity is THE virtue for me.

7. Reading and Writing is my passion and they go hand in hand. Literature was my first love. So I did my honours in English literature and plunged myself into the ethereal world of ‘books & words’. Those three precious college years, I spent learning something which was captivating and engaging to me and perhaps were the best days of my growing up, but not something which would make me financially viable though. So I landed up having a PG in Management(Marketing and Advertisement) and worked with a media conglomerate for a while for mundane sustenance.

 Amazing sure they are, I put the list down of six deserving bloggers on my mind right now:

http://mrsgoresdiary.com/ …….anything and everything about parenting in an interesting and convincing manner.

http://evokingthedeep.wordpress.com/ …..Scott Mitchell – if you are a lover of poem more so a hopeless romantic, dig into it and you will not be complaining.

http://joycepoggihager.com/ ……. simple writing with profound messages

http://bloomingspiders.com/ ……. Dani – At one end, she writes intense, heartfelt emotions which touches your heart and at the other, things scholarly.

http://cellulitelooksbettertan.wordpress.com/ …..honest writer in true sense…gives meaning to whatever she writes.

http://thinkdowrite.wordpress.com/….. HariVeena – something about her blog…beautiful and creative.

 

Here are the guidelines :
1. Thank and link the amazing person who nominated you.
2. List the rules and display the award.
3. Share seven facts about yourself.
4. Nominate 15 other amazing blogs and comment on their posts to let them know they have been nominated.
5. Optional: Proudly display the award logo on your blog and follow the blogger who nominated you.