The Color Of Love

I love spending afternoons at crosswords, time flies by with golden wings and I do get an answer to some or the other question that was at the back of my mind.
The Background Music filled my heart and I was at complete ease, sipping on my Cafe Latte.
And I heard a 5 year old reciting a poem , " Mom, roses are red, violets are blue, but then what is the color of love ? "This question was so genuine and innocent. The woman looked at her son, searching his eyes and I thought that she was framing her words in a bridge to analyze closely her son's curiosity, and satisfy him with an answer.

She begun,
" Son, all colors in this world belong to Love," she points to a little blue eyed baby looking at his mother, who is tying her a bib, "that blue in this baby's eyes is the color of love", she points to a dark eyed girl who stands with her crutches and is offered an entry by one of the many people ushering in."The pink smile spread across that little girl's face is the color of love". She holds him close and then points to a man standing at the cash counter collecting his change and says,"this simple magic word 'thank you' that this man said is gratitude, another color of love". "Look around you, everyone's life here is filled with many many colors and all these belong to love, cherish these colors and always spread smiles wherever you go :)"
I got this article for my Blog Post, because of a mother's beautiful thoughts... More importantly, I got to know how amazing life is, and how colorful love is :)

- Straight from My heart
Wishing all my Readers a Colorful Life and Lots of love


                                                                
                                                                 
                                                                                     

I am born Everyday

I die daily. I really do and so should every one of us. I don't consider myself Hercules, nevertheless its not possible for any one among us to shoulder our past experiences and then who would fancy a cramped back??? ;)

With each passing day we have good and bad experiences, we meet so many new people and work in new environments, challenging situations. We can make the most of our lives and add meaning to our days by learning from all that comes to us. We should grow everyday, there is no limit to it :)

" Everyday I crawl, stumble, fall down, or maybe just budge a little forward, but I keep moving ahead. There is no looking back..."

This is how life flows, like a continuous river. The minute we are caught up in past the flow is disturbed and there are outbursts of emotion, that leads to wrong decisions and a disorderly life.

The minute we finish assessing the experiences and what we learnt from them, there dies our yesterday and TOMORROW IS BORN when we wake up every morning.

An effective way of Living life will be having small daily goals. Life is short. 

Looking at ourselves as mortal beings and reminding ourselves of the limited time span we have, we will be able to realize the importance of every single passing minute and hour. Our days and weeks will be more productive and there will be ease in focusing on our work.

Wishing everyone out there amazing tomorrows, amazing new lives :)

DIE DAILY :)

Every girl is Beautiful..Every Guy is Handsome..

Every girl is Beautiful..Every Guy is Handsome..

" He/She  HAD said that he/She loves me and he/She can't live without me. We had planned the color of curtains and pillows for our dream home,names for our kids.... Then why did he/She have to go? Why me ? Why it had to get over like that?", I overheard this conversation across the table over coffee in ccd. No, I wasn't eavesdropping, just heard it out of my curiosity to know why the young lady sitting with a friend was sobbing over coffee.

No, it's not your mistake dear. I wanted to walk to her and remind her that she is an amazing person, she has many people in her life who care for her(Friends and Family).  I wanted to remind her that she is beautiful. That her life has purpose and meaning. She is one of God's creations, out here on a mission. Now, instead of sulking and trying to get back with someone who doesn't value you and your emotions,... look ahead.

Go and take a walk in the Garden, look at how the birds are happy and free,they don't sit and sob.(Ok, in case they do, I have missed that sight)., read a new book, or take a different route home, walk, discover your town. Pick up something to munch on in the meanwhile. Love yourself, because You my dear are YOU(don't underestimate your own importance).

Remember: There can never be another you. Like all members in a musical Band play their own instruments. I wouldn't like to see the lead vocalist playing drums, forgetting himself. Or a band without a drummer or Guitarist because they lost themselves in search of love, which was never theirs. It would be such a loss, losing love( therefore carrying a broken heart  + losing yourself ) The world will never have anyone to replace you, no one else,

I repeat NO ONE ELSE will ever be able to play your role in this play of life..

Like Shakespeare has rightly said,

" All the World's a stage"

You are special. Everyone among us is.

"Every girl is beautiful in her own unique way,

Every guy is handsome. "

So realize your worth, and expand the span of your thinking. Give time to yourself. Try to meet the real you. Having given everyone time in your life beginning from your pet, to your clients, friends, family, don't you feel it's high time you know yourself better.

Go ask yourself out for a date. And don't forget to dress up well,and I expect you to gift yourself some chocolates or roses too :)

Thanks for reading, I hope you make the most out of this.

Regards,

Ekta

Nothing is right or wrong

“He is a criminal. Sapna, he has a heart of stone. What is wrong with you? Why don’t you understand that he’s wrong? and we can’t support him for long this way…“,Sapna walks up to her mother and holds her hands.Its dark outside, the same way as it is dark in the hearts of Politicians in Urban India. Cold wind struggles against the window to push in and chill those alive to the bone.”Mom, he is my husband., I know him well and when Baburam(her husband) was charged with drunken driving following an accident on Mumbai-Goa Highway, didn’t we know he was innocent. Don’t we know who played smart there,..and escaped punishment?“, sulking under her voice, and rubbing those red teary eyes with heavy bags underneath due to lack of sleep, Sapna this 36 year old stood there, her face glowing as a million ignitions took place in her heart. She knew, that her husband was a criminal in every one’s eyes. But then, above all she was the one who can see beyond what others see.

Yes this woman, does not belong here. She belongs to that world where there is life beyond right and wrong. People are all treated equally, none is a slave to the other, and there they are what they are. No one puts up definitions of sin, or righteousness.Thereby eliminating the need of people being judged by Law or convicted for their conduct.
That dark night in Dharavi, Mumbai, in a slum where nothing but Sapna’s unwavering faith in her husband lit up the room, is the story of millions here. 37 % of India’s population is below the poverty line, the many drivers, domestic helps, gardeners, watchmen, doormen these men belong to that world. Baburam had assassinated his Master Mr. Maety, who was an MLA. And that was because of the fury that took root after being blamed of the accident, the many sleepless nights he spent in jail and the way his family survived in bare minimum resources awaiting his return, he knew he was not wrong. He had crossed the line containing these norms, as it never brought justice to the poor, to the sufferers. He was just himself, Baburam, driver and a family man.

Shakespeare puts it in this way in his play Hamlet -

In this act, when Hamlet calls Denmark a prison he draws parallels to the fact that he is a prisoner of his own mind.He is mentally and physically confined by the gaze of the king and his agents, and he feels trapped in the court’s general degradation.  He is aware of his knowledge that his stepfather is a fratricide and his mother incestuous. This is evident by the use of the statement “there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so,” he’s not indulging in ethical relativism as much as wishing for blissful ignorance.

Hamlet:
What have you, my good friends, deserv’d at the hands of fortune, that she sends you to prison hither?
Guildenstern:
Prison, my lord?
Hamlet:
Denmark’s a prison.
Rosencrantz:
Then is the world one.
Hamlet:
A goodly one, in which there are many confines, wards, and dungeons, Denmark being one o’ th’ worst.
Rosencrantz:
We think not so, my lord.
Hamlet:
Why then ’tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison.
Hamlet Act 2, scene 2, 239–251

And my intention behind publishing this post is therefore a humble request to readers., before you judge anyone as ‘Right or Wrong’ you need to know that what you see or know of them might turn out to be just a reaction to life’s injustice inflicted upon them. Every dark cloud has a silver lining.

Happy Monday People :)

Its my Happy Monday....
Wishing all my people the same :)
Afterall it has been a longtime.... that I've smiled...
Thanking all my friends, this morning by the lake, as I watched the calm waters... I realized the inner peace that Master Shifu (from Kung Fu Panda) talks about... !! Its beautiful, when God's love pours down...
Those blessed rains... Feels like every green leaf is smiling at me, the winds go crazy, infatuated with dark clouds... Their mysterious veil is enchanting., the golden smile of the sun is smothered.
As rain drops touch my face, I feel its the skies, heaven itself kissing me. As this love trickles down, I am free from my worries, and inside me an urge to live lights up, all the dark gloomy shadows of my past that Haunted me, leave me and go to find peace for themselves..
And I feel waves of Happiness, these rains washing away all the flaws and imperfections in this world...
I hear my heart talk to the birds, asking them to rhyme its beating... and its actually just Magic...
Love, Live and Hug life.. Hold on to its promises.., They are real..
Smile,, without waiting for reasons....I bet. Live in the present moment. Life itself will have a crush on you.

I don't wanna cry

Sometimes dark clouds shadow the colored canvas of my relationships,
My family, who I share this painting with, 
They who add color to my life, 
while I am the outline, incomplete without them
In the absence of these colors, 
my heart dies, slowing it's pace
Its a sisters love, that you insulted today,
When you threw me out of your house,
It wasn't just me, I wasn't alone
With me, I have the memories
Which you can never kill
with that knife of your Ignorance and Wrath
I gave up, for you, the many things I could do
I still remember How we've fought for silly things
I can't forget How we've shared a million smiles
The long days we've spent arguing 
Pissing off each other off limits
Those walks to home after school
That way you checked my cellphone every other day
The long arguments we had on stupid guys and their calls
Those tears, and that careless laughter
Today that you've turned your back to me,
I know your life's a mess right now
But trust me, give me a chance
I'll trade my life to get you back your smiles
I've forgotten how to laugh
I've forgotten how to live
I miss you every single minute,
I know you shall come searching one day,
but i promise i'll be gone,
You've deprived me of peace for a lifetime,
But I shall never forget 
How the world was colorful, How the sun shone brightly 
How I smiled with you by my side...
And my soul shall crave to get your love back
You were much more than a brother 
We did not share blood, no such bond
But you completed my picture with your presence
And I shall meet you again someday when you need me
'cause its immortal, the love we share

This Rainy Night

It was drizzling, another dark night in Mumbai. We walked quietly down the wet streets. You said," How I wish we were in Srinagar, it snows there..", and I hugged myself arms folded across my chest and then rubbed my hands, shivered and said," Honey, its snowing. We need to reach home fast...".You looked at me and it dawned on you. You shivered and started rubbing your hands! Then as we walked down the street, I held you by your arm. With my head resting on your shoulder, we walked quietly. We were alone, only the sounds of our footsteps echoed. You started singing," All I ever wanted Was to see you smiling "
                                                                                 

I rhyme with you and  I continued, " I know that I love you Oh baby why don't you see? "

                                                 

The way you hold my hand,

Together as we sing,

I feel the world gets perfect 

When you walk with me

It adds meaning to my life 

When you and I become we

When feelings like butterflies

Open their wings and set free

I breathe in your love

I hear your heart beat

I know anywhere you go in this world

This connection, this invisible pull

Shall bring us back here

From where we've started

This dark night, walking hand in hand down a lonely lane in Mumbai.......this beautiful imagination that we have weaved together. The world comes to a standstill and we shall stay here forever living and reliving these moments of sharing one life, one destiny, one soul.