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Joy of Jumping!

  Amidst the pain, I see the joy of jumping that I could not resist. So here I capture the same in few lines. On an untravelled road At a reflecting point Jumping into the depth of the sea Picking the wings and flying sky high Watching the beauty widespread.     Everything around, Same as everything within. Curious to know the difference Again diving in and flying high. Repeating again and again.     The joy of jumping observes What is within Is observed outside The only thing not changing Is the change.     Life is knowing The joy of jumping Within pain. Whatever said and done Everything that is, is the change.  

The Mind Walk!

Unable to sleep, I chose to wake up and capture my thoughts. It turned into a poem with 2 of my favorite movies - peaceful warrior and mind walk.  I chose one as the title without a second thought.  At home, on earth, A sleepless night I watch 2 aliens On either side. One standing close yet very distant, Another distant yet I am its part.   What a nightmare!   Both operating On selfish motives Ripping me apart.   What a nightmare!   One trying to character assassinate to eat me up. Other trying to hold me as a toy to play with me. I stand all alone Watching them act.   What a nightmare!   I was being ripped And was unasked. I chose to be Fearless Peaceful warrior. I smile at them, Enjoying  My mind walk!

Naa-real Smile :)

I am such a crazy girl (or should I call myself a lazy one who does not carry a purse) that at times I bump into unknown shops without a single penny in my pocket. Realizing that at the n-th moment, I go with a belief that I would be let to pay later. That belief mostly works. After all, business runs with some amount of risk. At times when e-pays through phone have dumped me, my humble request have come to the rescue.   After my cycle ride, I usually go to this place for my tender coconut ( naareal in hindi ) drink, and for that extra cream. The selling guy there is usually on rotations. They shuffle their locations for a change, or for their convenience or so, once in a few months. This time when I visited the place, there was this teen boy who sang super-express non-stop Tamil. With a bindaas attitude, I drank a tender coconut, malai maarke, then I realized, I hadn't carried my purse. With a ‘phone-hai-na’ attitude, I tried to e-pay. And it said, ‘the server is temporarily d

A letter to my teacher!

Teacher’s day celebration in the apartment yesterday. A girl I knew had to give a speech for 2 mins. A very bold girl that I knew, was in tears, just before her turn. She found comfort in her mom’s arms. Her elder wanted to replace her but her mother objected. I silently watched them.   This morning, as I was heading home after a walk, the kid’s mother bumped into me. She felt the need to update me about her daughter since I enquired about her after the function. She informed that the crowd scared her. She also urged to say that her elder was unprepared and her content would not have been up to the standards. I wondered if my teachers ever said so. Then I mentioned to her these days, even when people know that the content is useless, there are donkeys who watch and listen to it. That I did not like the discouraging act. Giving a try would not have harmed. Her silence approved of it.   I remembered my teachers who held my hand and never told me how much I trembled. Everyone know