Thursday, November 25, 2010
Hi!Have you ever wondered why some thoughts click you instantly,strike a chord the moment you read them as if written for you only......so here are some (a few written by me n few read0which i simply love
*Have u ever wondered why only a few classmates get closer to u?
*Some things, are not meant to last.
*Who should be blamed when a leaf fell from a tree
*Life is one of those races in nursery school
*Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now.
When to the garden of untroubled thought
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Once there was this young girl who had a family of academicians &her family wanted her to read,write &learn.So her father arranged a teacher to teach her at home but as she grew up she realized she never liked reading &writing ,she loved to sing ,sing along with flowing breeze,along with flying birds .when she told this to her parents they never approved of it &in turn told her that good girls don't move out singing,furious over it they married her to a wealthy merchant.Time flew away &her desire to sing remained buried in her heart .She became a mother to a baby girl &on that day she decided she would make her daughter a singer who would be appreciated by all ,gradually the baby turned into a lovely girl &her mother arranged a tutor to teach her singing ,her mother started crafting dreams for her daughter &the girl stated with her classes.The girl realized gradually that she never struck the chord with songs,rather it was the music in which she loved to dance,she enjoyed dancing to the tunes,with the butterflies,among the flowers &one day she told this to her mother in presence of her teacher mother got angry &shouted"do you know i was never allowed to learn music,i tried to complete my unfulfilled dreams through you&now you are saying you want to dance.Good girls never dance"&Then her parents got her married to a merchant the girl was sad&disappointed but then she accepted her destiny &said to herself she would never restrict her daughter from dancing would arrange for dance classes so that she could dance to the tune of her life .She became mother &when her girl grew up she called her daughter&said that she has arranged dance classes for her &wished to see her as a great dancer one day.the girl started learning to dance &one fine day the mother all enthusiastic &excited went to her class to inquire about her girl's progress .The teacher told her she never dances properly&is the least interested child .She came home ,asked her &the girl said"I don't like dancing mummy, i love reading books,looking at colorful pictures,reading stories.Mother ,the library interests me more than dance classes"mother sat down with forehead in her hands &then she realized-YOU CAN NEVER PLAN THE FUTURE OF YOUR KIDS,GOD HAS THEIR OWN PLANS FOR THEM .......LET THEM FOLLOW THEIR DREAMS SO THAT THEY CAN WRITE THEIR OWN STORIES,DANCE TO THEIR TUNES &SING THEIR LIFE'S SONG
Friday, November 5, 2010
Almost a month before Diwali, I’d plan my new dress for the day, figure out rangoli patterns for each day, pester my parents to take me shopping for lights and lanterns, buy heaps of crackers on the way home, insist on buying the most beautiful candles and do everything that was suppose to be done to make this festival what it’s meant to be – a festival of lights!
In fact, pre-Diwali was one of those rare occasions when my mother actually encouraged my hyper-active nature; because in my excitement I’d do half the work myself! I wouldn’t be half as enthusiastic to celebrate my birthday. After all, isn’t Diwali the festival that brings together friends and family?
we had this huge red tub, which would be brought out of the storeroom only during this festival. we’d store our crackers in it and protect it with life &always ensured that it was equally divided between all siblings n spend hours over it. My crackers were so precious to me during Diwali! I hated it when my old relatives would frown and say – ‘Don’t you see what a waste of money these are? You are practically burning money!’ Being as small as I was, I’d just scowl back and walk away!.when was the last time when we all gathered together for"lakshmi puja" &were more interested in crackers burning outside
However, something changed over the years. I failed to celebrate Diwali, in the manner that I always did, just before appearing for my tenth board exams. Because the main focus was on studies, I actually felt that this festival had taken a backseat in my life for the very first time. So after criticizing our government for the bad timing of exams, I decided that the coming years would be better!
Did it get any better? Well may be the year after was not so bad, but then came the HSC exams, and once again Diwali celebrations did not happen. There on, with every successive year I realised Diwali was never the same!
What changed? Had I grown up? But why had the world grown up along with me? Why was it that with every passing year, people did not bother to bring out their lights or family get-togethers became less important than business deals? Are we all running way too fast to enjoy the festive spirit of India?
When was the last time you bothered to wake up early and change the rangoli design? Or took the time to clear your wardrobe and offer your old clothes to the needy? Or like everyone else, did you decide to use this day as another ‘bank holiday,’ choosing to stay at home to relax after your hectic work schedule? It’s easy to see that this festival of lights grows dimmer each year!
It seems like Diwali is a festival only for kids. After all they’re the only ones spending hours with the fuljhadis, parachutes and other crackers. Who ever knew growing up would be so boring?
So this year, like before, I decided to become a kid again and spend hours decorating my home with lights and colours, to make a plan and step out of home to meet relatives and indulge in sweets and delicacies. After all it is worth becoming a child again to enjoy the festive spirit of Diwali!
Time never comes back,so go ahead enjoy every festival,every moment................SEHAR