And on some days,

all I do is just write.. like there is no tomorrow, like this is the only opportunity I have to vent it all out… to record every moment under the fear that the memory would fail soon.

If I have to give one gyaan to my daughter, it would be –

“You are on your own! The sooner you accept it, the easier it would be to move ahead in life. “

The struggle

The only thing needed to keep the daughter happy 😉

Priorities

Some moments are more beautiful than others

They trigger memories which are worth our entire lives 😊

The most ridiculous thing I heard today

Migrants went home because of emotional reasons and not because they didn’t get basic facilities in Delhi.

– Chief minister of a state in India

Someone please tell this kind man that lakhs of families won’t risk death just because they are driven by strong emotions to be back to the place they once left for better lives.

Living an ordinary life

All the money in this world,

with all the fame and power combined –

cannot be more than the calm and peace

of living just an ordinary life.

#MeTooMigrant?

I have always found the twitter hashtag trends amusing. Well most of the times. Sometimes they are worth their while. And sometimes they are too crude to be deemed serious.

I had never understood the significance of the word migrant until now. In a country where most of us move between cities or states for studies or job, a migrant is as common as a ‘middle class’ guy.  However,  some of us did a little better than others. We are well sheltered, watered and fed. We don’t live in constant fear of going hungry or harassed by house owners , or beaten up by police for no fault of ours except for our existence.

Yes, we are migrants too. But we are nothing like those who are struggling right now for a moment of rest and assurance of next meal. So I believe those who are glorifying themselves as migrants should stop diluting this serious issue and instead let the focus be on those who are actually suffering. That might force the authorities to take note and act on the ground rather than just advertising their shallow policies.

Addiction

That is how I define it.

Years back, I happened to get Rabindra Nath Tagore’s ‘Chokher Bali’. I was so fascinated by the fact that a man could read into a woman’s heart and mind so clearly that I read it again. And again. So much so that it was my constant companion during all the trips. And I had many those days. I never seemed to get bored of it. Every time I read a line, it gave me a new insight into my own thoughts and character.

Another such book was ‘Pratham Purush’ that I read during college days. That is what got me interested in Hindu Mythology and trying to understand if those myths had any science behind them.

And then there was ‘Gone with the wind’. It had so much that I liked and hated, both at the same time. But what stood out was the wit and resolve of the characters.  Every time I read this book, something inspired me to look at my own problems and shrug them off as being nothing at all.

A few months back, I read Devdutt Patnaik’s “Shiva to Shankara”. And I am addicted again. It is a well written book and presents interesting explanations to various ‘facts’ as presented about Lord Shiva. And so I read it again last week. And guess what, I think I might read it again today. Somehow I am not able to get over the words and presentation of this book. I guess I am addicted to it now 🙂