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How I met you, my love!

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Its been 25 weeks this Tuesday, since you and me connected. You know of my connection with you more than anyone else in this world, though I thought it might be interesting to tell you how I met you the first day.

Your dad and I had just returned from our much awaited vacation in Monaco and south of France in the first week of september. I was tired and sick probably from being on such a long and exerting road trip, but your dad thought differently, he knew you before I had the chance to find out. ūüôā

Anyhow days turned to weeks and I saw you on my doctor’s screen couple of times, but you were nothing but a dot on a dark screen. I couldn’t believe some thing that non-existent was making me throw up so much, so all I felt was nausea and the need to get back to my feet.

Then came the week 12 and finally I saw you, though still so small, you were clear as a bright summer day. I watched in disbelief as you moved your arms around with the grace of a dancer and flipped like you were at it for years…

You and I, at week 18.

You and I, at week 18.

All my fears, my discomforts, my sickness washed away that day, I knew at that moment what love at first sight meant. I want you to know that I am counting each day like I have never done before,  till I hold you in my arms. I miss you every day.

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ich bin nicht viel kl√ľger!

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My father made some interesting choices in our upbringing. One of them was his most unpopular decision of sending us to government schools. You see, my father was bent on making sure that we studied in our mother tongue however after trying all the then popular and fancy private institutes, he realized that no matter how much one paid, they only taught in English medium. So, to our annoyance, he decided to discard them all and sent us to the lowly government ones.

I think we were so upset with his decision that we completely overlooked the fact, that over the years, he worked hard for becoming the PTA president. He changed the face of the school, even if it costed him his own dime. Infrastructure was improved. My father’s political connections meant, that all the best teachers in the state were transferred to the one we belonged. All this work meant we were under constant limelight, which made me resent him even more.

Any how we survived the high school, but as I entered the wild world of university, I knew I was at a clear disadvantage as I couldn’t speak or understand fluent English. Well, guess what, right then I hated my dad some more!

LanguagePartners5I was so determined to break free of his hold that I gave up every thing he stood for. I cut my hair (I am a Sikh), taught myself English and rarely spoke in my mother tongue anymore. Kind of sad, isn’t it?Well, I felt so proud that I actually thought a linguistic ability or lack of one for that matter, was the indicator of ones mental caliber.

Over decade of being that way, couple of years ago, I moved to Germany, where I was mute again. I watched in silence¬†as a lady at Ausl√§nderamt spoke to me slowly as if not knowing German had proved how stupid I really was. In my travels across Europe, I have met some extraordinary people¬†who couldn’t speak a¬†word of English and yet had legends to share.

Since that day in immigration office, I have been putting serious efforts in appreciating both my father and my sweet mother tongue every single day. Today, I sit here knowing that my skill of being able to speak and understand five languages does not prove that I am wiser than I was yesterday, nor that being less than perfect in any one of them would make me stupid in anyway .

Being thirty something….

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I turned 31 this 7th. I can’t claim to have embraced the fact¬†with¬†whole my heart. Weeks leading up to the date¬†were filled¬†with dread, depression and unexplained complaints.¬†While some of it could be contributed towards events occurring around me, but most of it was caused by the terror that had set deep within. ¬†Suddenly I was very aware of the time slipping away with so much yet to be done.

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I couldn’t keep calm till I decided to do something different this year. Instead of the usual gift of books this year I decided to give myself 30 days of anti-procrastination campaign. I started on 8th of this month and I have still a few days to go and I can’t believe how much I have done in past few days.

I sat down and made a list of things that seem to be¬†weighing my down. Like unfinished art¬†works, projects around the house, Promised portraits that are yet to be delivered, My “Master the ¬†German” dream and phone calls that I have dreaded to make. ¬†The list goes on and on. ¬†My days seem to have taken a new life as I sit and make plan for the things to be done the next day. Routines are getting established as each task is seamlessly finding its way in my things-to-do that day.

I am¬†writing this down here so that I never forget, how happy I seem to be getting, in “being thirty something”¬†with each passing day.

**only¬†words are mine, image is thankfully borrowed from “http://www.whatwordsdoyouwear.com/2010/07/01/write-to-do-lists/”

Grieving heart!

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angel-of-grief1Earlier this week ¬†body of an infant was found in the back alley in our neighborhood. We live in a very calm n safe city, I couldn’t believe that anyone here was capable of such horrific act. it left me dumbfounded and I couldn’t get the baby out of my head the whole day.

May be I felt specially sensitive because those days my closest Friend’s new born was struggling for her life. She was born premature with a faulty heart. That little angel fought bravely for couple of weeks but gave in day before yesterday. And here I am like a fool, I can’t stop the tears from flowing. I am not a parent and yet I can’t seem to be able to detach myself from the pain of losing a child.

My heart is filled with anguish for the people who can throw away the tiny miracle of life on a dirty street like trash!

My heart can’t stop mourning for the loss of a mother who didn’t get to take her baby home!!

I firmly believe in GOD, I was raised to believe in God’s will. But for the first time in a long time I couldn’t seem to figure out his reasons and just when I thought of reminding him on how lousy a job he is doing down here, story of Bhishma Pitamah popped into my head. It felt like a bucket of ice cold water on my face. While our hearts will continue grieving for those innocent souls, I do believe now that those fallen angels are finally back home.

**only words are mine image is thankfully borrowed from http://www.counsellingtutor.com/the-4-tasks-of-greiving/

Presence of Mind!

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What can I say, my mind has a mind of its own!

It’s faster than the speed of light and more active than a nuclear reactor!!

The moment I touch the first dish or pick a shirt to fold, it leaves me before I can know. It runs wild with the wind and is harder to tame than a horse. I go through my day like a zombie, never knowing what is it that I am doing, what has been done and what I am stepping into next, for my thinking companion is never around.

In my head I have stories forming every minute and I am contemplating a theory or two all the time. It would have been great if I would have chosen writing as a profession, in which case I am sure I would have gone blank in the matter of seconds, but in daily life that I lead and the work I do, it is important that I pay attention to smallest of details. I mean, I would love to have a day when I didn’t have to redress cause I had it on the other way round!

After years of double checking every thing I do, I am now beginning to work on my presence of mind and I can safely say from my last few days experience, it is the hardest thing I have ever done but equally rewarding too. For instance, today for the first time I noticed the beautiful flowers and honey bees on the trail I run on every  day. Even if the control was only for few seconds and the bees took me soon away again into the thoughts of a book I had read by Agatha Christie and from there to a far away land of crime and thriller, I felt alive in those seconds. I soaked in the scarce European sun,  smiled at the beautiful blue sky and felt the cool breeze on my face.

I wish I can live every minute of my life like this. The other day I wrote about wanting a life of dependability. For me presence of mind is first step in being dependable. So, no matter how long it takes  I will tame this wild mind of mine.

Hee haw…

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**Only text is mine Image is thankfully borrowed from http://www.creativitypost.com/philosophy/hold_your_horses_jonah_lehrer_steps_towards_the_science_of_creativity

Sunshine Blog Award!

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Okay, Step aside my dearest friends, I think I am on to something here!

In all seriousness, this might be the new world record ¬†of my delayed action on ”Things to do’.

Some time in late march Ellie honored me with her generous sprinkle of sunshine and I am not sure how but I seemed to have missed acting upon it. So my dearest Ellie I thank you with all my heart and to prove that your effort was not in vain, I am here to carry forward your thread.

Ideally As per the rules I am suppose to tell you 7 things about myself, which to be honest I find rather waste of time. Why would you want to know about a perfect stranger! But here is the scoop if you still do.

Instead, Let me share 5 sunniest people I have ever met here at WordPress, You will definitely enjoy their blogs as much as I do. Here is the list in no particular order.

Madison Woods – She is a friend, a mentor, a terrific writer, a distant voice I like to talk to. She is an inspiring story and she is currently living amidst nature to make a life of her dreams come true. She is the mother of ‘Friday flash fiction’ that got many wanna be writers like myself get out and actually write.

Gilly Mbachu Goldsworthy РG, as I like to call her, is that kind voice that we all need. She amazes me with her ability to be always there to encourage you, to guide you and to make you feel wanted. She is a proud new Gramma of lil Scarlett, check the lil one out here.

Dianne Gray РA real celebrity Writer! I have read couple of her books and she is absolutely great. Her mystery packed stories are so convincing that you would actually believe them for facts. She is  an active blogger and is down to earth beyond my imagination. She is a constant source of inspiration. Her books can be found here.

Arindam Mohapatra¬†– I have had the honor to witness the journey of this shy fellow Indian blogger. Couple of years ago he took a leap of faith and started sharing his words in the language that wasn’t our first. A young man who back then bravely struggled not just with his thoughts but medium of expression too, is now a proud published writer of¬†I Wish and Hope.

Coco J. Ginger – Who is Coco J. Ginger? I have no Idea, but every time I read her posts, I envy her words for not having thought of them myself. I love her boldness, her crazy sass. If I was a guy I would have followed her to the heavens above or the hell below.

Along with these 5 veteran bloggers in my reader, Here are 7 new ones I found recently.

Spice of Life¬†– Is an interesting blog, the owner/author has assigned 101 targets to herself ( I am assuming ‘Her’ as there was a mani/padi and facial in the wish-list) to be completed in 1001 days. I am still discovering her posts. Why don’t you join the quest.

Stephen Murphy Рis an ex-navy, an amazing poet and a wonderful photographer. He has written and published a collection. I have just found his blog and going to relish his work bit by bit. I hope you do the same.

Vicky¬†– is studying photography in Canada and I think the work already is exquisite. Don’t you agree?

Just a girl Рfor a 17 year old she is wiser than her years. Her words are powerful and images strong. Check her out now.

Into the dark blue sea РImages in this blog are nostalgic, they arouse emotions that I am yet to contemplate. See if they leave the same effect on you.

Ludovico Verducci Р I met this handsome Italian young man in a photography competition in The Netherlands and later found his blog. He collects moments on his travels and turns them into wonderful pictures. His simple yet engaging words laced with his  beautiful work makes for an interesting blog.

Taking the Kitchen¬†– My today’s triumph! This blog seems to me, is about a journey that starts in the kitchen with the food but doesn’t end there. Come with me as we take baby steps around to see what delicious treat it may have in store.

“My dearest friends, ¬†sunshineaward

Old and new,

Yes, you above,

All of you…

Close your eyes,

and Open your heart…

Sun Shine is coming through!”

Dependability!

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The other day, after yet another episode of not being able to find my kitchen pen, my always organized husband came to my rescue. He simply took a ribbon and tied my pen to a hook along with a notepad to write on. Voila!

That was such a simple solution and yet, I did not think of it. However that was not the invention of the century nor the event that inspired this post. It was what he said while tying the knot that got my thinking horses running in all directions.

He told me, “You should place things around you in ways that you can depend on them with your life. You need a pen, make sure you will always find one right here.”

 Build a life of dependability! That is exactly what I want!

Being organized isn’t my thing, nor is being disciplined. I tend to lack energy to put things in order and hence half the time I walk in my own home as if I am lost. But that thing about certainty, it goes beyond being organized at home. My blog for instance, is a perfect example of how I function. I come here once in blue moon and write some thing and then forget that I even have a blog. If some random kind soul reads it and wishes to come back to check¬† if I have anything more to say, I possibly would disappoint him till he unsubscribes himself. Now, don’t think I will change that! But that pretty much sums me up.

So these days, bit by bit, a little every day, I am building a life of dependability. I am making a place for everything and putting everything in its place and Yet Here I am, writing this down at one place I am most likely to forget.

So long my dearest blog, till I think of you again!

**Only text is mine image is thankfully borrowed from…¬†

http://thesavageworld.wordpress.com/2011/05/23/being-dependable/

Disposable!

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Apart from my usual photography work,  I am currently working on a collection of very short stories that I hope to get published in near future. Recently, I seemed to have run out of ideas for any more such short narrations and that reminded me of my almost forgotten blog.

As I went through what I had written earlier, I saw a missing theme, a much needed central idea for me to come up with those 100 stories that I want in this book. I wanted to write it here before I forget it since this blog has been my special place.

“Our Shelves, Our Markets, Our Lives are filled with Disposable commodities.

Our choices are becoming smart, we even use smarter objects every day. Amidst all this fast paced, ever changing life, our dimensions of human connection or “Love” per se, has changed.

We are today a smart generation with disposable relations, with too many objects and too few emotions, both equally at display on a Facebook home page.”

 

Who’s laughing now!

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Who so ever said, “Life’s Hard”, was way off!

Life to me, seems like this flexible thing, ever-changing under the pressure of our dreams, hopes and sometimes under sheer will.

What it although is, a Sarcastic B**** with a dry wit. It doesn’t complain against our efforts of constantly changing its course, It awaits, almost silently, till the moment you have it all exactly how you once wished ¬†it to be and then gloats watching you suffer and wishing for the things to be different again.

 

Grown ups!

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In my younger years, I couldnt wait to grow up!

Grown ups knew every thing!

They were not afraid of anyone and neither did they lie!

Grown ups didn’t make mistakes and best of all they didn’t have to do the homework!

Truth ironically, turned out to be way different than I thought (just like most things!).

Grown ups don’t have it easy in any thing!

Sure they don’t have to worry about pety homework, but their entire life is defined by the work they have to do most part of their day.¬†They constantly lie. They make mistakes that probably have higher impacts then they themselves are aware of and without even knowing they are creating a new world for us every single day.

Take parents for example, I have cribbed for years for the mistakes my parents have made in bringing me up, from the frailty of my body to the constant emotional upheaval of my mind. The choices I have made or basically who I am, is impacted so much by who my parents are.

Aren’t parents suppose to know it all?

Yet, they and yes, I do mean all of them (good or bad) scar their children for life. Some with the abuses the child didn’t deserve, others ¬†with love that child got without working hard.

But then, whatever I am today, it is because of where I have been and who have raised me. All my scares, good  or bad, make me an individual. Individual, my parents are proud of.

Now a days every thing I do, I keep in mind, its My job, to let go of  things that pull me down and polish the goodness my elders have worked so hard to instill in me.

So if I could go back in time, I would give my parents a break from all the silly complaints and tell them, what a fine job they have done in raising us all. (I do it now as often as I can)