Saturday, June 18, 2011

Journey of a Woman

Born as soft as the petal of a rose,
A tenderness to a heaven so close.
Her enclosed hands seem to hold so much gravity,
while she sends across a message of divinity.
Such is the beauty of a baby girl,
Whose silence is as pure as a pearl.

A few weeks later she opens her eye,
to see the world of limitless sky.
Beginning to learn from her mother, the ways of the world,
she also enjoys being her, 'daddy's girl.'
Playing with dolls and her little kitchen-set,
at a tender age, in friendship she gives tests.
Sometimes a loving daughter, sometimes a caring sister,
she aspires to fulfill her dreams and learns to bind the world together.

With adolescence comes a phase of responsibility and trust,
that forms her heart's actual crust.
Her eye starts searching for her prince charming,
who would one day on a white mare come riding.
But with lessons from her mother on virtue and dignity,
she learns to handle life with grace and maturity.

Next she spreads her wings into the land of her husband,
leaving and yet holding back the abode of her parents.
She learns the art of binding together a family,
while brushing aside he ego to see clearly.
Many a times life puts up a question to her of, "Why?"
she replies back with an attitude of never say die.

Now in her womb she carries a new life,
whom she'll now teach to grow up, struggle and strive.
With a smile that pulls a million heart,
and a touch that leads a healing to start.

With age, experience and the right wisdom,
a woman learns to define freedom.
A daughter, sister, friend, wife and mother,
Is the life of a girl who binds the universe together.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Random...

Have you ever woken up with a thought that won't leave you...a thought that won't free you, even though you have nothing to do with it. With me its a daily story and somehow I've learnt to accept and learn something out of it.
But what happens when the dream speaks something you've been avoiding. Here is what happened with me...
“It’ll never be the same again,” have heard many people saying it... but felt its tremors only when the heart whispered it for the ones I've loved the most. Strangely enough, now I know that I too will never be the same. Every step that I take, every move that I make will be an inch further away from you all.
I worshiped you but you broke the very essence of my trust. 
Oh! how I wish the time could be turned...the love returned. Now its impossible!
Oh my dream is but only a dream!!

Thursday, June 16, 2011

I beseech thee!




Who art thou?
Mystery or only a river that mutely flows, 
Embracing this desolate life's highs and lows.
Thy enchantment engulfs the dark and obstacles in thy way, 
And yet ye encounter the unpleasant tides without even a melee!
Who art thou Lady? I beseech thee to speak!

With thy healing power to quench life's thirst,
When angry ye can sink the wretched in earth's crust.
Like a lover, thou caress with a tender touch, 
Whilst in anger, thy rage only tumultuous tides can vouch.
Who art thou Lady? I beseech thee to speak!

Thou absorb the world's affection and hatred, 
Moving along life's course and enclosing each mystery in thy heart's casket.
I kneel before thee, now totally tired and weak. 
Unfold thy mystery; 
Who art thou Lady? I beseech thee to speak!

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Sparkle with a hope!



With a sparkle in her eye and a silent wish in her heart;
She awaits the day when it would have a bright new start.
A paradise of affection, nourished with care,
Her soul longs for a world so fair.
Where love would have a sacred touch,
Without any inhibition or the society's envious clutch.
Wishing at every moment tear-drops stay away...
And a blanket of bliss envelops her day.



Monday, June 13, 2011

Sparkle


With a sparkle in her eye and a silent wish in her heart;
She awaits the day when it would have a bright new start.
A paradise of affection, nourished with care,
Her soul longs for a world so fair.
Where love would have a sacred touch,
Without any inhibition or the society's envious clutch.
Wishing at every moment tear-drops stay away...
And a blanket of bliss envelops her day.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

~a smile that changed it all~


On 16Th November 2009 I met my angel. I still remember that as a media coordinator for the 19Th Asian Table Tennis Championship, I used to go to the media center to hand out the results. Which was an extremely tiring job. 
A senior journalist from one of the leading newspapers of India sat silently in the media room working on his laptop. and why am I mentioning is because out of all the journalists and anchors sitting there it is he who made a difference in my life.
The most amazing thing that I would like to tell you all about him is that... he always managed to acknowledge the work anyone did, irrespective of how big or small the job at hand would be.
As a week long event, everybody was busy doing their work and almost everyone had a deadline to meet. Also, as in a workplace,there were also a lot of conflicts, ego clashes and misunderstanding but he actually seemed unaffected by it. His aura was tremendously positive!
 Little did I know that there would be someone actually acknowledging my work and it was none other than this 'Angel,' who always managed to pass on a smile and 'thank you,' irrespective of how busy he was.
His positivity and generosity inspite of knowing that I was just an amateur media coordinator was overwhelming.
I don’t even think that he is aware of the transformation he brought about in my life.
My this 'Angel,' somehow made me realise that irrespective of the individual we are, there is an immense happiness in the way we come across to people. He has taught me that acknowledging someones work and passing on a smile to someone might be just an act for us; but it actually may help the other person who might needs it more than us.
Those six days I saw him talking to everyone in a very humble manner and making the other person feel happy. Not to forget, he also made it a point to cheer-up anyone who looked gloomy.
It was only on the last day of the event that I spoke to him and thanked him for his patience and kindness. That was the day when I learnt his name is Rakesh Rao and he is the Special correspondent for The Hindu in New Delhi.
On the day he was leaving Lucknow, he told my father that, "your daughter has it in her and one day she will make you proud." And my believe me... my father too could not escape sir’s (that’s what I call him) positivity and was totally charmed by him.
I met sir again when he came to my hometown in Lucknow the last December. Not a thing had changed since the last time I met him. He still wore that infectious smile, the positive vibes and that humbleness which is so rare.
What he taught me in life has not only made me realise the value of a smile and acknowledgement but today it  has helped me to be more matured and optimist.
While writing this piece, I am actually fell like I am embarking upon a journey of rediscovering myself and the essence of a good behaviour irrespective of the mood swings or the work load we have.
I thank Sir for showing me the light and sharing his positivity to the extent that, today when I look back to the day that I wanted to end my life... I actually go back and erase those sad moments.
The past year has changed the person I am and the way I perceive things. Today looking back to those days, all I can say is that... sir brought a wave of change in my life, making me matured,responsible and above all giving me a reason to smile... Once Again.

Thank you, Sir!
(P.S. this blog is dedicated to my sir, Mr.Rakesh Rao.) 



   

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Out in the real world!

Out in the real world!


What happens when you are fully prepared for your ‘first’ beat reporting as a trainee journalist and end up facing rejection?
It was the 28th of July 2010, I was all excited about my first ever beat reporting day. I reached the Sports Authority of India (SAI) office, armed with all my hurriedly-done research and questions for the Bangalore-based athletes preparing for the Commonwealth Games.
Before long, I realized it was not my day as nothing went my way.  After all, with great difficulty, I managed to reach the SAI office but before long, I was rudely asked to leave. No courtesy extended, none asked for .
Indeed this bitter experience, humiliating to say the least, taught me a few lessons instantly. Never take a situation for granted. Never expect officials to be courteous, all the time. Expect the unexpected and be prepared to face the worst.
The curt words of the SAI official, “Sorry, we can’t entertain you. Please Leave!’ still hurts. I had never faced such a situation and that was another reason for me to feel completely helpless. For that moment, all the hard work I had put into my research and homework appeared meaningless. But I guess… in the practical and ruthless world, one needs to be tough enough to deal with such harsh treatment. Clearly, on that day, I was not ready to deal with such a situation.
Dejected but not disheartened, I went ahead to do another story. But even when I was planning a new story, a question came to my mind. Aren’t we journalists are just like other working individuals? Like other professionals,  we, too, strive for excellence, within the given time frame.  So do we deserve to be treated like this? Perhaps not.
It did become clear to me that indeed it takes all kinds to make this world. My story and deadline meant very little to that SAI official.  I was left wondering whether I expected too much out of that official? Perhaps yes.
That day, really taught me the first lesson of my career starting as a journalist and that is…  no matter how prepared you are, be ready to face the most unexpected circumstances and come out stronger. I guess,  out in the real world, Darwin’s theory of the ‘Survival of the Fittest’ still holds good.
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