Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Let there be 'Life'.....

Ever wondered why we are born? To be a little more specific, why are we born as Humans and not as any other living being? Well, I am pretty sure we all must have thought about it as kids; and some spend a lifetime in the quest to get an answer to this. From whatever little spiritual understanding I have imbibed and gathered I do believe that the Human body is extremely special and being born as one is a blessing in itself; which is speculated as the only medium to re-connect with the ultimate and Supreme Being - GOD as some of us believe or not believe in.
 If you are reckoning this post is about religion, well I would say ' little bit’, but we shall talk about it at a minuscule level. So the religion in discussion is called ‘Life’, which, as that of a Human is way too superior than we can comprehend.
This piece here is a consequence of some incidences that occurred and made me deliberate a bit. A couple of days ago we heard about the demise of former cricketer Azharuddin’s younger son Ayazuddin. This young lad who was just about 19, already treading towards a promising career in Cricket, succumbed to his ineluctable fate. The whole incidence really left me distraught. It made me imagine about His future, had he lived; imagine he could have entered the Indian cricket team soon, scored a few centuries, won some championships, a few national - international accolades, found true love, gotten married, had several kids, celebrated many more Eids with family and friends, and so much more. But now, it will be nothing more than a quiescent future.
 What grieves me is the fact that I see people refute the significance of Life today.  The incessantly growing murders and suicide cases astonish me. I know there could be real reasons for them to resort to such severe measures, but I still ask ‘Why’? There seems to be no sense of responsibility amongst people, that includes responsibility towards relationships, own self and life as a whole. Ending relations is not so much of a big deal today, moving on is the easier way out. Despite all of that, we still come across every second person in depression or some emotional crisis, indulging into self destructive vices such as alcoholism, drugs etc.
While I attribute some of it to a the changing times, a larger chunk of it is caused by the parents. While they want to shower upon their offspring all that they never got themselves or longed to own in life, seldom do they realize that by doing so all they are doing is harming them. Kids today are so engrossed in themselves, with everything available at their finger tips, they cease to know what patience is, develope lower tolerance, and have no idea what struggle and harship means. And when they really have to face the harshness of life ever, they get restless and succumb to the pressures and seek inappropriate aids to get over them.

Although I am condemning the current generation's approach towards life, I am sure my older generation would have something similar to say about me. That's a different arguement though. The point I am trying to draw here is that I want to urge each one of you to respect and acknowledge this Religion called 'Life'. Let us make an attempt to inculcate some of the rich values that our ancestors were proud of, lets appreciate this Human body; cease every moment and cherish it to bits.
Let us pledge that we'd spend more time and be responsible towards family, make friends, respect people more than money, but value money that is hard earned. Last, but not the least, let there be a Ayazuddin who would live a wonderful life and make beautiful memories for the world to remember.
How hard is it? to be a believer and to keep the faith?
Amen.


Saturday, September 3, 2011

A prayer of a broken heart


My chosen path...

There is a path I have taken, 
a slope upwards, winding and curving,
there is a milestone on every bend,
reminding the distance is much to go,
but I tread on with a cheer for the thrill 
of the hardships to come, the rocks to climb,
the great view on the top for me to pause and unwind.














I do stop sometimes for a breath for a sigh,
to revel on the thought of someone in hindsight,
who gave me the thought of this great climb,
but who left me en route for a cause,
a noble thought perhaps a sacrifice.

I say a silent prayer, for her, for all I love,
my friends, my family, myself,
for things undone, they will make me come through
on my valiant attempt, on my great climb.


Saturday, August 27, 2011

Of Character and Integrity




Last week I was watching this movie called The Insider. For those who have seen it may have liked it (I wonder if there'd be anyone who didn't or doesn't) for several reasons, I have my own views, however this post here is not completely about this movie. Here I want to put down these profound questions that pop into my head and give me a different feeling each time and still leave me wondering.

Well yes we are talking about those people with a strong character and integrity. They do get noticed, such people; some admire them, some abhor them and some make fun of them and just let them be. But they are quite a rare species to find for sure.


Going back to the movie, the character of 'Jeffery Wigand' (brilliantly played by Russell Crowe) triggered these thoughts in my head. Firstly I'd like to appreciate how beautifully the director has sketched this character and portrayed how 'ordinary people behave in extraordinary circumstances'. I however think these are not really ordinary people.

These people with strong principles in life, ever wondered what do they think? what makes them be the way they are?  and how do they react to various situations in life? I do believe that it has a lot to do with the upbringing by parents and family, but moreover it is the person's own will and grit to abide by those learnings and form a personality of his/her own.

It takes a lot of courage and will, like that of a rock's, to be the way they are. Because only then can they stand up for what they believe in and fight for. If you come to think, Life for such people is the toughest, because they are those who refuse to compromise, don't give in and stand upright to fight throughout.

These Warriors,  as I call them, fight a battle each day, be it at work, with family, friends, peers, mainly the society. Imagine the kind of pressures they have to deal with. Sometimes the worst test one is put to is when one has to chose between the welbeing of family and to stand by own principles. The movie The Insider shows that Wigand's family leaves him because of his descision to protest but his perserverance keeps him going on. Yes this is also a risk the warriors face, being outcaste, abandoned and what not.

I have grown up watching 'Warriors' fight and struggle everyday in life, my own father, an extremely honest man, who always supported the right and condemned unethical people and such practices. However difficult life was for him and us, we as a family were very supportive of him, especially mom. It gave him great pride and honour to have spent his life honestly and to have a family who believed in him and stood by his side in the toughest times. 
Yes, if your life partner and family acknowledges and supports your stance and principles in life, it adds to your vigour and gives more meaning and reason to be.

This post is dedicated to all those 'Warriors' who have a strong conscience and thrive to live upto own principles throughout their lives. A salute to them all.  




Thursday, July 14, 2011

Eternal Love......




I have always admired 'Sufi Music', different people perceive it differently. To me it is nothing but a way of describing one's feeling for the Almighty and his creation.

Here is a beautiful rendition of that divine feeling called 'Love'
Straight from the heart.

I don’t wish for any riches
all I seek is your love
I’m yours and you’re mine
Saiyyan ... Saiyyan (dear)

Just one loving touch of yours
can let me die in peace
My love, come into my arms,
let me immerse in you.
I wish I could lose myself in your entirety.
Saiyyan ... Saiyyan 

My days liven up with joy- my nights sing
they let me in trance every passing moment.
I’ve lost myself as I win you,
and now I live just for you.
I wish I could look at you forever,
I wish I could worship your image.
All my relations begin with you.
Saiyyan ... Saiyyan

I wish I could fall upon your body like 
a garland and sail in love,across the universe,
I wish I could sail through this life loving you…
Saiyyan ... Saiyyan 

This is soft warm addiction… and it keeps growing.
I wish you could wake me like never
My heart has now known madness
and my world has lit up.
Just like a new bride
I’ve become all yours, my love
As you adorn my temple with your love

Saiyyan ... Saiyyan 

I don’t wish for riches
I want you-
I don’t know nothing more
perhaps, you know…
I just know that I’m all yours-
And that you’re mine…
I just know that I’m all yours,
And you’re mine.
I know I’m all yours
And you’re mine, only mine…


Saturday, June 25, 2011

Peek - a - Boo...!

I am so vain. And this post of mine shall substantiate that. 


So when I am alone I tend to waste a lot of time. How do I manage to do so? Well all I have to do is concentrate and think, yeah tough one isn't it? No that isn't the challenge, what actually is..... to think about just one thing. Like......really.

It's been quite some time since I've been trying to 'concentrate'. And while I struggled to succeed, guess what it was about? Well it was about 'Life and the pursuit of happiness' (yeah heavy weight). And what did it look like? to me looked like a game of 'Peek-a-boo'. 
Yes we all play that game all through our lives, most of the time we love doing so, and seldom we get annoyed. 
Let now me concentrate a lil more and list down things that make me 'happy'.

  1. What makes me happiest is when I get to be myself, carefree, careless, like a butterfly(don't know if they are any of that, but they just can't stay put at one place, so much like me).  
  2. Lovely music that teases my senses while I spin the wheel. Long drives I simply loves. 
  3. Food. Home made aaloo ki sabji, puri, gulab jamun, pani puri, sev puri, pav bhaji....errr ok before u report my blog and this very post as spam, let me attach the rest of my list in the annexure (see below....look properly it is there).
  4. Sitting by the sea shore. I can spend a lifetime staring at the sea. Can listen to the sound of waves until eternity.
  5. Sleeping in Mom's lap. The gentle touch of her fingers tends to cease all the worries in the world.
  6. One 'Black Polar-Bear' hug from the ones I love. 
  7. Dancing on silly bollywood music along with people sharing similar interest. Ha! I can bring down the ceiling with out having a drop of alcohol. Mind you. 
  8. Walking in the rain. Oh how I love monsoon and getting drenched. 
  9. A smile from a leetal baby can do wonders to me. Just need to play with a baby and I can be the happiest person you'd ever see.
  10. Life is incomplete without having friends around. A little attention from those I love the most and am all charged up (I mean happy, dutty peepals).
  11. A phone call from my brother. Ahem! it only lasts 3-4 minutes precisely but surely makes my day. 
  12. The greatest of pleasures I get is every time I make someone smile. :)
So how hard is this game if you have to think? That question is for me. Wondering why my list is so small. Gotta work on that. 

So those who think my first sentence stands true. Please do drop in a comment or two. And if you do so, you fall in the same category don't ya?

Watevs!







Sunday, May 22, 2011

The Pensieve

 

Long time no see. I was watching this movie that drove me into this reflection mode.
It made me go down the memory lanes. I personally feel that memories, good or bad, stay with you forever.  They are like ventilators, they help you survive through the bad weathers of life.  I have always admired Ms J K Rowling for her marvelous imagination about the Pensive, that Professor Dumbledore possessed and wish I owned one too, would have made life so much simpler for me. 
Why I say that is, coz in general I have problems with my memory, so much that I could do with an external memory card. Silly it may sound, but I'd be the first to go for something like that, if ever invented. 
 So if this blog spot were my Pensieve, I’d pour down some random memories here.  So, here we go…..
Childhood memories….

1.     Going to school as a kid was something I loved; waking up early in the morning (the only time in life when I saw the sunlight at 6: 00 am). Dad would give me a bath with his baby talk, he’d say - “ If you take a shower  every morning with lots of soap, you’d become as fair as your mom”.  Well that may sound a bit racist but I always fell for it, I was always in awe of my mommy’s beauty :D *dreaming*

2.      Primary school was so much fun - chit-chatting with friends,  group lunches, PT sessions,  Sports day, cultural day, picnics, etc etc.  Ahem! Barely remember about learning lessons (If you thought I would then you’re surely expecting too much of me), yes I did enjoy the Drawing classes though! :P

3.     School reminds me of summer holidays, we’d get 2 months chhutti! Wow what a treat, my brother and I would wait for Grandpa to visit or else cousins who came over every alternate year. Playing indoor games all day, and cricket or hide-n-seek in the evening, enjoying mangoes and grapes of the season, Rooh-afza in milk, watching movies. Grandpa’s elaborate storytelling sessions would go on past midnight and we’d never have enough of those. Oh what a wonderful time that was!

4.      Some of the most memorable events then, used to be Diwali celebrations. Something we’d look forward to until Grandpa was alive. We’d visit our hometown where all other cousins would gather. Being the youngest girl in the family I remember getting exceptionally pampered by uncles and older cousins; benefits of being little J. So while the aunties would be busy preparing mouthwatering munchies for the festival, we kids would rent out a video game console to keep us busy, there used to be fights for turns. Mine used to be last in the order; hazards of being littleL.

5.     Fighting with the sibling is something like one’s birthright isn’t it? I would always want everything that my older brother had, or was about to have,  and unfortunately all of his conspicuous possessions were bought considering the fact that I would eventually use them too. (U know how parents think – common stuff like calculator, bicycle, gearless vehicle etc.) How much he hated me for that. And we’d fight like cats and dogs. I always lost. :P

6.     This one I vividly remember, I was only 7 and my brother 9 and went to visit the ICU to see Dad, after he survived a massive cardiac arrest. I remember how he was dressed in the Hospital’s green robe, an Oxygen pipe stuck in his nose, the ECG monitor behind him that showed thosegreen electronic lines jumping up n down. Dad looked and smiled at both of us, and said “I’ll be home soon”. And we both cheered and told the same to mom who with great effort smiled back at us.

Growing up Years and later…..
Initial years, I mean of adolescence, were little different. Being a girl there were a whole lot of restrictions imposed on you and an entire laundry list of ‘Dos & Don’ts’ and rules of conduct. *Boring*. So until the 12th grade I somehow managed being a good girl. You know, hanging out with friends during school hours, going for tuitions and family outings once in a while.
Then came the BEST DAYS of my life – Undergrad, yeah.  So parents sent me away and I had to live on my own, in a PG. Yippie! On a serious note, I do strongly believe that living on your own makes you learn a lot of things about life, and helps you discover yourself.

1.      At the PG itself, I found my best  friend for life. Have the BESTEST memories with her. We were the most happening duo and the livewire of the PG, so much that,  the day we fought, it would be so quiet and glum that even the neighbors would know about it he he.  She and I were partners in crime and everything else possible  serious or crazy, but always together.


2.      Oh how I reminisce those elaborate dinner sessions, late night gossip meetings, and dance parties within the house, buying ‘Kulfi’ secretly from the hawker about midnight. Fighting over using the loo, or hot water for showers. Oh lord the list goes on n on……Life was on a roll!
Imagine a house full of women! Mind you I am talking 15 of them under one roof and no Man to bother about. Shucks! Deadly that was.

3.      And then the most wonderful memories of the most wonderful thing that happened in life – LOVE. Well it took a little while though but then someday, you just know it like – ‘This is it!”. Life took a full swing and I was enjoying every bit of it. Catching up movies, the bus rides back home - when I would invariably doze off on his shoulders, my non-stop story telling which he’d patiently listen for hours together,  even for  the 8th or 9th time( yeah, you do that only when you’re in love) Walking along the sea face in the rains, the first kiss. *Sigh* I so loved being in love……every bit of it.
4.  I do have some striking memories from my work life too. The first job, firing session with the boss. Fancy media parties and dinners with the team. Lunch time breaks, sneaking out of office only to get drenched in the rain. I would go out shopping with a friend. Awesome, gone are those days, those wonderful people.
Well there are plenty of more such memories but I don’t want to over dose you. Ahem, so what if its just a few of you reading this. LOL!
Signing off with a piece of advice “ Memories are our best friends, keep making more of such wonderful friends to last forever”.
 CHEERS!

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Vroooom vroomm vrrooooooom....



I am quite surprised to receive 2 comments on my 1st post, one that I perceived to be the most insignificant and inconsequential post in the history of Blogging. However it was quite encouraging and here I am putting my silly thoughts together to test your appetite for craziness. 

So this one is about the only thing I feel positive about currently. Driving. No I am not talking about 'Tobu Cycles', something that people who know me can max imagine me doing. Yes, driving is my current activity of liking (Don't want to call it a hobby, that sounds more like the conclusive section of one's CV).

So like all guys, even I love driving - I haven't really come across any woman talk passionately about it yet. Here is a mixed bag of random emotions I can associate with driving.

1. One may have seen it in movies and found it amusing, ahem I do that too, well I talk to my 'Baby'; yes that's what I fondly call my car (giggling). I know dramatic, but it makes me connect and empathize with her (sometimes I wonder if she has any feelings)

2. So when I am on the road, I feel like an Empress taking a stroll on her Royal steed. This sense of supremacy is beyond expression. In my lingo  'I totally loves'

3. A long drive is one of the best stress busters ever, but happens only during weekend trips, out of town. So on the highway, its totally 'my way'. Always end up starting a car race, so much fun, helps reach the destination faster. See, how useful.

4. But there is also a not-so-good part to driving, and that is city driving 'I hates'. So what annoys me?
    a) Hate the city roads with pot-holes and speed breakers that makes it feel like a camel back ride. Driving after meals is not a good idea at all!

    b) If I were given a chance to kill someone, I'd surely want to blow off the auto-rickshaw drivers, who wear that 'This road belongs to me, so I'll drive however' look on their faces. 'Boom'

    c) Then you have these cluttered spots on the wide roads where you'd come across some pretty looking women who'd try all possible gestures and poses to stall the traffic. Hang on women, just because you pay tax, doesn't mean you can resort to such appalling techniques. 'Shame Shame!'

   d) And how can i miss those with two wheels.  These bikers I tell you, all they need is  a set of wings and they could just take off! but little do they know that they might just land up in heaven. 

   e) City driving brings out the best(*worrsht) of my vocabulary out in the open. And that is when you could get to see the classic example of 'road rage'. Well I usually don't swear, but those who've been out with me, can assure you 100% entertainment, that too free of cost.

So then, I sign off now hoping I get to go for a long drive soon. Anyone for company? No really I am a darn good driver....Safe, reliable and totally entertaining :)

Mind it! 


PS: I don't like the idea of people evaluating what I write (I m not a sport with criticism, in general) so I shall delete any negative comments posted. Thank You.