Saturday, September 29, 2018

Bee and Butter

Once upon a time there was a very cute, little hardworking honeybee. She worked all day collecting honey. She was very sensitive and kind-hearted. Once while collecting nectar, she came across a beautiful butterfly, which was perching on a flower next to her. Honeybee did not pay any attention to the butterfly and was busy doing her work. The butterfly has never seen such a cute little honeybee in her life and she decided to befriend her. And soon, they became best of friends.  Now they would go for nectar collection together and spend whole day with each other. They both liked each other’s company a lot and wondered why they didn’t come across each other before. The butterfly had a wrecked home and she found peace when she used to be with the bee. The bee was her partner in thick and thin, a good listener who would turn all her tears into smiles. With time, they made new friends. The butterfly really had a poor judgement, and this was the very thing that bugged the little bee the most. In the course of time the butterfly had befriended some spoiled drones and wasps. Bee never approved of them. She kept telling butter about their reality but she never listened and rebuked bee to let her take care of her own life.  The bee got so much involved that she ignored all her responsibilities and stopped all the hard work she was so proud of. Butter knew this and was really worried inside; as bee was indeed her sweetheart and she couldn’t just let her spoil her life because of her. But before she could do anything, god’s plan came into play. A fire broke out in bee’s home, destroying everything and all she was left was a wrecked home, siblings and a sick mother. All this happened so quickly, she didn’t get a chance to pick herself up.  Now, butter was more concerned and she took a decision that changed both of their lives. She left without saying anything.  The bee tried to inquire about her but all in vain. She had no idea and for a while thought how butter can leave her when she was in utmost need of her. Gradually, she realised it was the best thing to do. The bee had to start all over again. She worked day and night, built her home all over again, more beautiful than it was before. But every second she would think about butter. Months passed by and it was a year now. One thing that bee now realized that it is only you and you who can help yourself and becoming dependent on other’s for the sake of sympathizing yourself is not what she was meant for.  She understood that she needs to respect people’s individuality and with a personality so free as butter, it was never a good idea to put her into chains. It wasn’t a coincidence she met butter on that flower that day.  They were destined to meet as they came as important lessons of their life. Butter on the hand, was doing very fine with her life. She achieved what all she dreamt of but still she hasn’t found the happiness she thought she might get after achieving all she yearned for. She also understood why bee was so protective of her because the drones and wasps had shown their true colours once and for all. Yeah she missed bee a lot. One day she returned back to her old place after a year passed by. She went to the same flower where she had met bee. A tear came from her eye. She wanted to see her. But how could she appear in front of her just like that. They had so much of memories together and when she was there all the memories echoed in our mind. She kept sitting on the flower reminiscing all the happy moments. At dusk, bee came to place. She used to come there every evening just to have a piece on mind. On seeing butter there for once she lost her sanity. She was on cloud 9. Butter expected bee to be angry and even stinging angry. But what she saw different. Bee hugged her really hard, held her tightly just a mother holds her child to never let it go. No questions were asked, just exchange of “I know” smiles.
“It is really beautiful to have somebody who can read through your eyes. The person who will understand even your silence. “

Sunday, March 18, 2018

Maa


We women are very conscious about our age and despise everyone who even dare to categorise us as aged and old. And a single word which is famous for making women go nuts is Aunty. We hate this word. This word drops us from the zenith of youth to nadir of senescence. There are many other words which are used for making us feel old but no this word tops the list and hated by every women. I despise this too. I find it rather offensive and especially when anyone older than me calls me by this word. I never realised I was so similar to all the women scout out there,my bad  :D But recently I came across a very different perspective, a different thought related to this matter. An incident although very small yet left an everlasting imprint on my mind that inspired me to scribble this on my blog. It was a day like any other ordinary days in bank. And a lady quiet older than me approached me for services and she mistakenly called me Mummy instead of Ma'am. You see it was a very small incident but what strucked me so hard is that why I didn't feel offended at all, like I used to get after hearing the aunty word? A mother is also a person of older age than I was right now and the funny thing is that I'm not even married to be called one just in case. I wasn't offended and in fact responded very politely and lovingly as if I was her mother!! Such is the power of this word. That day I felt the gravity this word holds in itself. I felt all the love, care and sacrifices a mother does for her child and family. I salute to all the mothers around the world in this festive month of navaratra.Thanks for loving and caring for us for all lifelong. We never even realise we are so gifted until something struck us like it strucked me. I feel immense gratitude for the love I received, the love and care I don't ever think I'm  worthy of getting and still doubtful that if ever in my life I could reciprocate the love I received from mother....!!! And amid all this I even forget the grudge I held as a woman for being called out Aunties. If I'm an Aunty for some in present or future I will surely be a mother to someone and that totally balances out the odds, right.. ;) 

Sunday, November 19, 2017

A World Full of Phobias

It really made me think hard when I was searching for phobias on internet. And what I found was a never ending gigantic list that left me astonished. So many fear words!! Humans are so full of it. Never ever heard its counterpart "Courage" being used as a prefix,so exclusively. The only prefix I could recollect is from the cartoon series "Courage -The Cowardly Dog".:P (The dog was opposite of its name)
Human beings today, are majorly driven by the phobic forces. Some of them stemming from physical harm and some emotional ones are dictating the logical mind of this supreme species. How can someone expect the deeds that are the consequences of the fearful actions to be "flawless"???? I don't feel so. When fear takes over our reasoning, the line between right and wrong is often blurred. So it makes sense,why not all of our actions are justifiable. But there could be no human life without emotions and the pool of emotions is stacked with selections from both sides of the shelves. So,negative ones are there too but what matters is we have to allocate certain fixed space to each of them in order to live in harmony,with the negative ones being cornered and occupying minimum space. But as it is apparent most of us tend to accommodate the ones from the negative side in excess,prioritize them by default and thus giving them the power to rule our lives.Why we do so? What we are so afraid of? If only we could get past these fear-negatives,life would have been so simpler and so fun.But its not the end of the world. We can always find a way and can always command this ginnie back to its lamp.Just as in the imaginative world, a ginnie comes out of its arena when the magic lamp is rubbed/summoned,in same way we must summon and embrace our positive self first, no matter how hard it may seem. And believe me once it comes into habit it will be done in a flash. Good habits are hard to inculcate but they transform lives tremendously. If one is able to extinguish his fears, face them and not run away or conceal them, then he can conquer anything, everything becomes surmountable.

Sunday, July 9, 2017

It all comes down to a Name

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A girl was endowed upon a religious Hindu family and they gave her a name reflecting their religious sentiments and devotion which came out in a form which spells their sacred book-"Gita".

Once the little girl was asked  the meaning of her name in her school. She had no clue and she turned to her mother for the answer. Her mother at first ignored the curiosity of the little girl.But on finding out that the school wanted the child to write a paragraph on the meaning of her name,the mother told her that it is their holy book after which they have named her.But, children are so inquisitive. They explore,they question every single event they found amusing.And Geeta now had grown immense curiosity for the red cloth wrapped book which her mother pointed towards while answering. Geeta kept eyeing the book for hours as if the book will herself pour out the answers she wanted. In evening hours,she sat with her mother in the puja ghar and she saw her mother worshiping the book with the incense sticks. Her mother never actually read it. Geeta wanted to hear the words of the book,so she asked her mother to read out the lines as she used to do for her during bed time stories.
Her mother refused which made the child to do her stubborn acts. This infuriated the mother and she admonished the little curious Geeta that the book was meant for grown ups and that Geeta was not ready to understand what it means and when she grows old she could read it on her own.
The words of her mother made Geeta to think hard. Harder than a nine year old kid can ever think.
Maybe the wisdom was the result of the  name she acquired.Few days later her summer holidays started and she cornered her curiosity for while until one day her uncle came to their house. Geeta was his uncle's sweetheart. He doted her and Geeta would spend hours in his company asking all types of queries she ever had.His uncle would travel all around India and bring back some special memory of the place and would present it to his niece and paint her mind with the stories of the places he used to wander. Geeta used to store all those presents in her closet and paste a memory in a scrapbook she had maintained since she was five years old. In fact this place was her all time favourite and she could sit there gazing for hours after hours.This time her uncle had wandered along the sacred streets of Banaras and this time he came up with a unique gift for her niece. He asked Geeta to close her eyes and he unveiled the gift in-front of her. It was a children edition of the holy book Gita. On seeing the book her jaw nearly dropped and she could not believe that finally her curiosity could be quenched somehow. Geeta was also a little hesitant to go forward and grab the book by her own because of all the scolding her mother gave her due to the book. His uncle asked her about the matter. Geeta in her own innocent ways asked his uncle that if the book was meant to be read in an old dying age. And before his uncle could answer her ,a relative from the neighborhood came rushing inside as if something very undesirable had happened. It was indeed an undesirable yet the most fated thing that was happening.A person was dying. An old man in his 70's was lying in his death bed encircled by his family members. An adult intellect of the village had advised to call a learned man with the knowledge of holy scriptures,Gita in particular,to utter some hymns in the ear of the dying man so that he could die in peace. That was the reason the man came rushing to look for Geeta's uncle. Her uncle did as desired and the old man was relieved from the earthly existence. They both returned to their home and now her uncle had the answer Geeta wanted to hear. And his uncle explained her the meaning of her name and the value the holy scripture holds. The next day she wrote the essay and presented it in the class. The very next day her parents received a call from the school principal. The principal wanted the parents to immediately visit the school. This left them quiet anxious as such a thing never happened before. Geeta's conduct was always by the rules and she never created any mess whatsoever. The anxious parents ran on their heels and reached the principal's office in no time. They even had a sorry speech ready for the occasion.When the Principal saw them by the door he stood up with a broad smile on his face. Geeta was also sitting in a chair nearby along with her class teacher and other staff members. Everybody kept quiet and only a gesture was made to make the parents look towards the notice board. Then they saw a piece of paper scribbled in their child's writing.And they began to read it.
"I was asked to write an essay about the meaning of my name. I am Geeta. My parents named me so because of the holy book of our religion. And I am indebted to them for doing so. Because they didn't only gave me a name consisting of mere alphabets but name of.the holy book that is the true way of leading a human life.Even though I'm just nine year old,I can still feel the gravity my word holds as each of them are heavily coalesced with the wisdom the book holds in itself. Yesterday I saw a dying  person for the first time. My eyes were watery for no apparent reason.My uncle recited the hymns from Gita to a dying man! As I already mentioned Gita is indeed a way of life. So doesn't it mean that it should be read as early in life  so to get the most out of it. Only a person who is alive needs a way in life,isn't it? Only when a person is facing dilemmas need an expert advice and not when his life has ended. So what are we waiting for? Waiting for to get old? Waiting for death to listen to the wisdom that the Gita holds?Are we that naive? Believe me I am not that intellectual that I get it all figured out on my own. My uncle is the real gem. As when he said to me Geeta if you were to get through a maths test and you already know how frightened the subject makes you,won't you start preparing for it a long before its gonna take place or would you wait for the last moment? And this simple question raised by him made it all crystal clear to me. I will read each and every line of the gift my uncle has left me this time and I shall prepare for my test well in advance. Are you still waiting or you're gonna start today!"

The parents teared up and they held their child,who has taught them a lesson of a lifetime. 

Sunday, February 19, 2017

I have




I have seen people in saffron clothes,committing heinous of crimes,
I have seen people in tattered clothes,doing humble of deeds..

I have heard people in harshest of tones,having clearest of hearts,
I have heard people in softest of tones,with darkest of souls..

I have seen people people quitting life for no reasons,
I have seen people living life for a sole and sole reason..

I have found worst of enemies in closest of people,
I have found best of friends in strangest of people..

I have met people with riches living an unfulfilled life,
I have met people with nothing but content life..

I have seen gloomiest of faces,spooned with silver wares,
I have seen people with happiest of faces with saddest of stories..

I have enjoyed public holidays of the widely sung heroes,
I have always wondered about the unsung crowd that followed..

I have been living life with a judgemental eye,often judged on wrong criteria,
I have found out eyes deceived, brain could ill-perceive, only the hearts could never lie...

Saturday, February 4, 2017

Just a thought

Ever heard of this fable?I believe we all have. Let me see if you can relate it to present world scenario.

A crane was called for feast by a fox. The fox served the food on a plate and thus was able to eat hurriedly. The crane could not get to eat stomach full due to this serving arrangement and the fox after finishing his share,ate crane's share too!The fox then quickly closed off the feast and called it a day.
The  angels of the world called for globalization when concerns over not much cohesiveness and free trade were raised. Today,the feast is over and concerns have risen again.This time its about too much cohesiveness. The foxes have had their feast.Need I say more.Pretty strange world huh..!!
L.H.S.=R.H.S...bingo..!!! :D



Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Discovering Innate Happiness

Happiness is not as transient as an imprint on a sand that a wave comes and wash it away. But it is an innate inscription that have been deeply coalesced with our soul...:)

Why do we celebrate festivals? Do we really celebrate it for the mythological reasons? I think this is only partially true. Festivals have way more deeper value than one can think. Festivals have different meaning for different people. They bring "some" close to home creating cohesiveness and for some they are the days when they miss "home" the most. They give opportunities to families to come together eliminating all the minor-major barriers,provide them hope for a better future. They give the busy workaholics an excuse to take a sabbatical,an excuse to the figure-conscious people to be on a cheat diet for a while. For some festivals are a source of earning livelihoods,for some they are the avenues of superfluous expenditure.
In all,they give people a reason to celebrate,to be happy or at least force themselves to be happy amid the jovial environment. What we are really after? We create an ambience, a stage where we keep all the things that will or can give us satisfaction and will make us at peace and happy.But the truth is even with all the props at the stage why don't we feel happy to the core? Why our happiness feels so transient? Ever thought of that? I do..everyday. The transient nature of our happiness is derived from the root cause that we have based our happiness purely over materialistic gratification. And we experience ripples of short-lived happy  moments now and often but still our soul craves for that long-lasting happiness,no where to be found in all that glitters! Being happy is the innate nature of a soul which have eroded via lust and materialism and thus we are left with little of it,so little that we have only a hunch that something's missing but never really find out,what it is.And we surround ourselves with all the happy ingredients and try to get those ripples if not the absolute happiness that our soul yearns for. We settle for the ripples when there is complete possibility of us regaining our true innate nature! We think those heavy words like absolute happiness is not for the ordinary people like us but it is for the godly incarnations such as Shakyamuni Buddha. We never realize regaining our true happy nature is as simple as restoring phone's factory settings to default, in case we haven't tampered with the default password(default passwords are 12345,read the manual :P).
You get it right? What I'm trying to say is that don't tamper with your innate tendencies. Don't get engulfed in the materialism. I'm not implying that you wear the saffron clothes and become a saint but all I'm saying is create a balance out of  both worlds by mixing the best of both worlds.Only then one can be happy despite the happy props!!