My attempt to be Creative 

Since childhood I always loved keeping myself busy in some or the other thing that was constructive and creative. And while I was away juggling between work and personal life, trying my hand on getting creative again turned out to be quite satisfying.
This is for the first time ever that I tried sketching an eye, and the way it turned out to be is as follows-

This one reminded me of my teenage days, how much I wished to sport wavy locks like these 😍 anyway what can’t be there on my scalp stayed here on my sketchbook 😝

A reflection to my love for Kanha, really wish I could elaborate more on this one but whatever it turned ojt to be, is really dearer to me 

Are you Married?

 

As usual, I had reached my bus stop 5 minute before scheduled time of my bus. This was part of my daily routine. Like me, there were few more people who used this mode of commutation. Since you see them daily, the only gesture you can reflect is a “Smile”. Apart from usual exchange of smiles & hellos, there was something different today.

“So you’re working in a bank, isnt it?” I heard a low voice behind me. “Yes ma’am” I turned & replied with a smile. I saw a saree clad lady covered with a Pallu all over her head, her hair partition filled up with huge red mark of sindoor, wearing a big mangalsutra and arms filled up loads of bangles. Not that I don’t adore such pieces of feminine ornaments but considering the hot weather here, all that I felt seeing her that way was a bit weird.  “You don’t seem to be from this area, where are you from?”Comes another usual question, that I’d faced umpteen times in past one year. “Oh yes, I’m not from Rajasthan, I’ve come from Chandigarh”, came my usual reply. “And your family?” Maybe it was her teacher’s instinct to shoot questions in a row, or maybe her inquisitiveness, I silently thought….. “Well my husband and daughter stay in Chandigarh itself, it wasn’t feasible to shift the entire setup, so its just me living here”. I absentmindedly replied, hoping for my bus to arrive soon.

“Ohh….are you married?? But you don’t wear anything to signify your marriage?” This…..was something new for me to face. I stared at her blankly for a split second, gathered my breath and replied with a faint smile, “….maybe  because I’m married at heart with my husband and don’t feel like showing it off around to the world.” Thank God, the bus arrived just then and I rushed to get away from another round of questions. But this small conversation struck a chain of thoughts which followed me all through my way.

Why are Indian women supposed to wear Sindoor/Mangalsutra or anything that signifies her being married. Why we need to carry these certificates hanging around our neck for the world to see that we’ve been taken lawfully. Am sure these won’t be a saviour from eve teasing, weird comments, stares and all such nuisances, else we women would have happily worn it to safeguard ourselves. I think it’s high time, we move ahead from such double standards and actually work upon women empowerment in real sense.

Self realisation

Learnt an important lesson lately, “Never let anyone talk down to you, no matter how close the relation remains.” There’s a need to draw a line beyond which NOBODY on earth can hurt you or make you feel low. So I too drew a line, putting a step out of the situation, badly wanting to break free from just being taken for granted.

People who blame others for treating them as door mats, sorry to say, but are actually the reason to be so. It takes courage to take just one step- The First Step. Relationship is a two way road, and if the traffic of one side is blocked, the adjoining road gets overcrowded. Similarly, there has to be a balance in every relation. Not that I mean to be rude or rigid but there has to be a limit of everything.

आज भी…

शहर के उस पुराने मकान में

कोई रहता है आज भी

उस फकीर के मकबरे में

दीया जलता है आज भी

यूँ तो जमाना बदलता रहता है

कल भी बदला था

वो बदलता है आज भी

इस जमाने की तूफानी हवाओं का सामना

मेरी जिंदगी का दीया करता है आज भी

आज भी परवाने शम्मा की राह पर

जलकर मर जाते हैं

हर गली हर शहर से

मोहब्बत का जनाजा निकलता है आज भी

आज भी रात ख्वाब दिखाकर

तोड दिया करती है

इस अंधी दुनिया को रोशनी देने

सूरज निकलता है आज भी

आज भी किसी की नजर

तकती है एक बेजान से रस्ते को

किसी के दिल से सर्द आह

निकलती है आज भी

शहर के उस पुराने मकान में

कोई रहता है आज भी….|

रात भर!

 

सितारों भरी रात और समां कुछ वीराना था

मेरी मय्यत पर वो दीए जलाते रहे रात भर,

उनकी खामोश निगाहें कुछ नम सी थीं,

हम भी रोते रहे और वो रुलाते रहे रात भर,

जुदाई का असर कुछ यू़ं हुआ हमारे ऊपर

हम आए नहीं और वो बुलाते रहे रात भर,

खुदा गवाह था हमारी वफा-ए-मोहब्बत का शायद

अपनी वफाओं का सिला मांग, हम भी उन्हें सताते रहे रात भर

उनकी आखों में इक टूटा ख्वाब झलकता है आज

हम उन्हें नए ख्वाब दिखाते रहे रात भर,

रात भर हम तारों से भरे आसमां को तकते रहे,

वो हमें और हम उन्हें जगाते रहे रात भर !

NOTE TO SELF

Dear Me,

Its been quite a time that we’ve been travelling this journey called “Life”. In all these years we learnt a lot, gained experience, matured and overall enjoyed ourselves. There had been tough times to face as well, but since we’re inseparable, we faced it all.
In all these years, I’ve never really worked upon the reason for my existence. My studies, career or anything that I’ve learned so far, never taught me to find my own self, though it did help me to find the various things that existed in the world and the reason why they are so. But it failed to help me understand, “Why I am the way I am.”

Being a person who doesn’t believe in making resolutions ( maybe because we can’t keep it for long) I have never waited for a new year to begin so that I can make a positive change in myself. But today it’s different. As a new calendar has commenced from today, I want to thank you for all the experiences that we’ve shared, no matter whether they were good or bad and at the same time, I want to resolve that from now on “My dear ME” you HAVE to give sometime to yourself. People call it “ME time” and I think its good to reconnect with your inner self. I need to know “Who I really am” and am sure this “Me Time” will surely help me to understand things in a better way.

Plans & Reality

Plans…..our life is full of them….financial plans….future planning…plans for a better job/career…planning for a secured life….plans of holidays…umpteen and endless plans. Many of them do take shape the way we thought they would, many are dumped and many more are born with time. But what happens if all of a sudden all your plans & stuff like that come to a halt. What if in the very next moment you realise you’ve come to an end. It’s like you’re walking on a rope blindfolded, planning and stepping ahead not knowing when the rope would end. A FULLSTOP. The End! All that time we’d spend on planning then seems to be a complete waste of time altogether. At such point we wish we’d live a little more. Lived to work upon our plans….lived to relish.
Recently I came to know about sudden demise of a colleague and friend. We had worked together for sometime and used to catch up with each other now and then, discussing life and plans for future. Plans to go for a holiday…plans to appear for promotion exercise in office & what not. And today when I heard about his sudden demise, I was remembering his words….his PLANS. Wish we knew about our expiry date just the way we check the expiry dates of various products that are purchased from market. In such a scenario plans would have taken a logical place in our lives….because we would then know exactly till which moment of life we have to plan for.
Since we’re not blessed with a known fixed expire date, we need to follow religiously just one thing-“CARPE DIEM“, a Latin phrase that says “Seize the Day“. Enjoy the present and don’t worry about the future, as in it’s a beautiful day, so forget tommorow’s test. Personally, I’d heard this phrase quite often but the demise of a friend actually taught me the real meaning and gave me a good reason to follow. So for me, it’s not about just planning anymore, but to make maximum out of what we have for today. If it’s good, cherish it and if it’s bad, deal with it in best possible manner & learn a lesson from it. But most importantly LIVE IN THE PRESENT, because that’s all we have in our own hands.

A Tale over Tea

This post is in response to  Tea tale

On an average, in every Indian family, drinking tea first thing in the morning is more of a common ritual than anything else. There is a huge variety of flavors ranging from Masala tea to cardamom tea, or may be health benefits from ginger tea to ajwain/methi, you name it and you have it. If you’re feeling sleepy-you have tea, if you’re exhausted-you have tea, feeling bored-you have while reading a book or watching television, or if you have guests/company-you prepare tea for all to enjoy the time and tea together. Such is a vital role that Tea has in our our day to day lives. But for a “single” me, tea played more important role i.e of matchmaking. Little did I know that I’d find my life partner chatting over those little cup of tea.

Sandeep was a decent,mature and soft spoken kind of guy, when he started to work in our office for launch of a new insurance product. Targets were allotted to each staff members and Sandeep was responsible to arrange comprehensive data and report it to boss. As a trend, staff members had to first buy the insurance product mandatorily so that the initial branch target is achieved. One evening when boss asked Sandeep to list the staff members who didn’t apply for the product yet, he named me at the top of the list……and then the World War III began from my end. Hatred,resentment…. You name any negative emotion and I had it for Mr.Sandeep.I always avoided communicating with him, until one fine day the ice broke, and it broke for good.

There was a small tea stall at the corner of block where our branch was located. As a routine, I always used to stop by for a cup of “Adrak wali chai”(ginger tea) before heading to home. For me it usually used to be an unwinding moment of the day. But from past few days I’d been uncomfortable since I’d find Sandeep sitting near the tea stall and enjoying his cup of tea.

“Do you find any horns over my head ma’am?” One day Sandeep spoke abruptly. “I don’t know because devils don’t reveal theirs so often” was my quick response. “So, what makes you  believe that I’m a Devil? I don’t remember of doing any harm to you at all……”came a soft tone from him and when I looked at him in his eyes, they seemed to be complaining and hurt all at the same time. “There are many instances in life when you have to act upon something even if you don’t agree/like the whole idea. Trust me, I had no intention of defaming you at all. In fact when your boss created the whole scene in front of everyone that day, I myself felt like shouting back at him. I’ve been noticing you from the day one, I stepped into the branch and quite appreciate the way you carry yourself around but at the same time I feel sorry for whatever happened and can’t find a way to make upon the things that went wrong” That day I left, but my heart remained restless. Rudeness is something that didn’t suit me at all. I realised that all he did was a job allocated to him, not much of his fault as such.

Next day, I sought apology from Sandeep for my rude behaviour and since that day, the tea stall became our favorite adda to hangout after office hours. We chatted and chatted, discussed our heart out on various issues both professional and personal, when one fine day the much sought question popped up to which I profoundly said a big YES….after which our parents met over a cup of tea(yet again) and things were formally decided.

That’s my tale….which I shared with you all while having my favorite steaming hot ginger tea and am sure you too must be having yours while reading this. CHEERS!!!