Is it time yet?

Living a life chosen by myself. Each day, just as I had dreamt of. Sudden surprises were welcome, good and bad. None could dither my firm steps. My feet deeply rooted to my dream. My dream! Adapting, adopting changes all the way, never changing it completely. My dream, my pillar, the essence of my joy.

Then why did I lose it? Traded it for a new life. Wasn't I the one who conceived it? Nurtured it and watched it take form? Following it with a gladdened heart, with immeasurable love. All gone. My dream. The way I had it planned.

Yes, it was my plan, not His. Logic coerces me to question His plan for me. Would it do any good? Knowing my future? His plans are a mystery. I unravel it every day, every second. It's not the unknown that waits for me. Something that I can accept. Not a challenge. But I can cope with whatever is thrown ahead of me. I'll trust and try. I ask not for answers but for strength. I'll walk on and on.

Until today, I did what I loved. Now I'll learn to love what I do. In this lies true happiness and contentment. I'll fulfil my dream some other way. But not now. One day I'll ask Him "Is it time yet?" And he will reply, "Yes, my child. It is time."

15-word stories

Story 1:

He read her letter. He cried. She was moving in soon. His mother-in-law.

Story 2:

They missed the train. The honeymoon couple frowned. Next day they read of its accident.

Story 3:

She had no money. Her baby wailed. She smiled at it – her reason to live!

God's love does not change!

Things do change, people do…
It’s joy if the change’s for good.
But when I sought change,
My world was right where it stood!
And I’m met with cold ignorance,
A lesson learned, wisdom earned:
Lord, I must only live with your assurance.

Fundamental Wrongs

The right to equality binds us together,
yet fairness creams sell like hot cakes.
Having the freedom of speech, but we’d rather
talk obscene, with malice and harm nation’s stakes.

We can’t stand exploitation, criticise it,
but don’t we often witness child labour?
Humanity is lost when to riots religions submit,
And secularism is exalted for votes’ favour.

For our own culture we demand growth,
while insult and demean other ethnicities.
Can we sincerely stand before law, take an oath
and profess all our actions and iniquities?

The Constitution was made for us, by us,
includes both – duties and rights.
Yet, for every right we’re ready to make fuss,
but do we even keep our responsibilities within sights?

Let’s sow peace in every Indian soul

Let’s spread cleanliness beyond our homes

Let’s make preserving natural resources a prime goal

Lets’ promote integrity and unity

Let’s protect national heritage & monuments

Let’s lead a dignified life and allow others to do the same

Let’s take our nation to new heights

Let’s make India proud!

Chilly & the children

Oh, what a winter! Waking up for work every morning is a task, of course done out of compulsion. The chilled water brings back my senses and helps my eyes to finally open wide. Bathing in cold water is fun, but then my mother doesn’t like the idea. After a cup of hot tea and a quick breakfast, I put on a sweater and step into a foggy, cold atmosphere.

Walking with a scarf looped around the neck, already thinking about the time when I return back home in the evening, I see so many children standing with their mothers, waiting for their pick-up to drop them at school. Some as small as 3-4-year olds! All of them wearing their woollens, few still seem drowsy while most of them their chattering normal self.

I, a 26 year old, suddenly realised the contrast of my complaining about the stinging wind and my numb skin, and those cute little faces with scarves and mufflers around them. The warmth of their smiles echoed on my face. Though it didn’t lessen the chilly breeze but strengthened my mind. If these kids can brave the winter, why can’t I?

Have a cheery winter!

Kindness, I know you exist :)

Life is unpredictable. And so are humans. You meet different kinds of people; some treat you nicely, while some stab you in the back or punch you in your face.

Often I am surprised at things that happen. When I anticipate that everything will be fine, suddenly there’s a storm. And when am waiting for the worst to take place, there’s calm.

There was a time when I was expecting someone to understand my plight and help me with my problem, a few harsh words made me realise that fate necessarily won’t come to my aid. And once again, I was standing at the same crossroad, wondering what will happen now. I knew that things aren’t going to go my way. Yet I prayed, shunning such thoughts from my mind. Yes, my prayers were answered not just with humility but not a question was raised!

I have come to the conclusion that the world is filled with the kind and the unkind. But don’t let your experience make you believe that the other kind exists no more. People may hurt you and bring tears to your eyes. Beware of them. Ignore them, pray for them. Treat everyone as you would want to be treated. For you will come across some good souls and be blessed for even the little goodness you’ve shown.

"Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord, and he shall lift you up." James 4:10

An ode to my copy colleagues – Priyanka & Mansi

Too short deadlines, yet another brief.
To your woe, time is a thief!
Stealing away your forty winks,
Over a brand that stinks.

Briefs taken, work delegated,
Within hours the copy to be created.
You both always do your best,
Quite before the CS team’s request.

But there’s work for you not meant.
It’s to be done by Shruthi, who is absent.
Yet, you complete it all,
But never bother her with a call.

These days, seems like she’s fine,
May be about her health she won’t whine.
She does come late every day,
She know it’s not okay.
She’ll try again to come on time.
(Am sure you’re tired of this rhyme.)

I thank you both – Priyanka & Mansi – from the bottom of my heart,
For being such wonderful colleagues and bearing with me!