Returning.....

‘You’re looking outside as if its Delhi you have come to visit!, papa said, as I stared through the car window. I widened my grin and continued doing what I was. But much dense was the streak of thought jumping up-and-down inside my little head!

I was finally able to figure out ‘what’ it was that had been missing, all this while, when I had been away. NO, It wasn’t some-’one’..(:p)… rather, it was ‘the feeling’. The feeling of being home, cozy in my quilt, listening to the neighborhood kids howling-and-shouting (Ben!!!) and utilising their holidays in the hope of becoming the next Sachin Tendulkar; of the aunty-next-door, gossiping with her maid every morning at exactly 8:12:32 am, and the Funday-Sunday beginning with melodies of Shammi Kapoor, Dev Anand, Madhubala, and so many more, which only my maa can guess correctly! (now u see why, eh, Ghosh? :p)

My mind keeps going back to Priyanka’s post on Christmas; and how we all want to be together, at some times of the year. Well, why am I not surprised? Coz it is these beautiful moments spent, which count at the end.

I enjoyed Goa, truly. With the serenity of the water, and enthusiasm of the beach, nothing could have made my Christmas ‘merrier’!

But at home, well, IT’S DIFFERENT !! :D

Suhani

The magic of Christmas is with us...

When I was a kid, I was never the sorts to believe in the existence of Santa Claus. I knew my parents were the Santa Clauses… but nonetheless I was always excited to find my box of chocolates under my pillow. I always looked forward to walnut cakes, puddings and turkeys (yes, we do have them here) and just the noise and the buzz and of course the zillion TV shows during the time. December was always special.

Today, I have forgotten what it’s like to have the ‘family time’ at this season. It’s either with friends in some club or huddled in the room, under the blanket with lots of hot, crispy KFC chicken. I miss sitting idly with Mum in front of the numerous ‘Award Givings’ on the TV… it meant nothing but I just miss the sheer joy of being so secured.

                                                          

These times have always got me security, warmth and love which is very rare once you get out of home in the big, bad World to make something out of yourself.

This festive season I would be away from home… probably with friends, partying some where, as we popularly call it, but what I have realized is as much as we are in denial, home would always be a secured place for us. We can never replicate it with anything else. In all my fifteen years away from home, I have realized that what we mean to our parents, we can never mean the same to anybody else.

This Christmas and New Year, I urge you guys to say a silent prayer with all your heart to all the people whom we take for granted and to the Almighty for giving us what many are deprived of… the warmth and security of a home, loving parents and the knowledge that no matter what, we have a place to go back to.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Years!!!

This too shall pass!

Fellow bloggers….whatsup?????.....long time (:D)

Well, just felt like asking, no offence :p

Has been a long time since I posted, I might have forgotten how to write (:P). So, since I wanted this post to be ‘GOOD’, I thought of not experimenting, and sharing with the (not many) readers we have, a story my grand-mum told me when I was 7 or 8 yrs old.

“A king once, sat in discussion with his advisors.

He said to them, “When I’m happy, I fear a mishap might sadden me the very next moment. And when I’m upset, I wonder when next would I be glad. This mind-block allows me, neither to enjoy the former moments, nor to look for a solution to my problem in the latter. Can u think of a way to sort this out?”

His advisors pondered on the query, but could not come up with an immediate answer. The question, they admitted, wasn’t an easy one!
One of them came back to the king, the following day, and gifted him a ring. He said, ‘My Lord, I think this will work!’

The king looked down at the ring.
 Its stone read ‘THIS TOO SHALL PASS’
He smiled. Not further an explanation did he need.”

I was confused when grand-mum finished, probably being too young to comprehend with the depth of what she was trying to explain to me. Sensing this, she followed it up by elucidating. She said.”Always remember, everything in life is a phase—fame, glory, sorrow, power, everything—they all begin, and as time passes, come to an end. Hence, never hold on to the idea, that life is static.”

Today when I think about it, this is how it comes to me- The phrase coined implies that knowing our hardships ‘shall pass’ gives us hope; knowing the happiest of times ‘shall pass’ helps us cherish them; and knowing that even the best of riches shall part someday, helps us to live life fully.

Simple and straight -It’s the day, and the dark, and then the day again! So, keep smiling (:D)

-Suhani :)