Take me ashore

His thoughts are like pack of cards, Life shuffles the deck and distributes, Few becomes his and rest of others, He play his hoping you will reflect them.That's what Vittaldas prabhu 's  How I Wonder convey, Blogger friend since 2009.This is a brand new guest post once again from one of my favorite blogger who is caught up in life cobwebs to visit the blogger lanes. Yay!Who knew facebook would be this kind.After constant laziness i gathered the strength to flaunt this lovely piece which vittal has allowed to share.This poem is dedicated to his soul mate, Kathy, on completion of 6 years. *P.S. My future husband please take a note to write one for me like this* 

Here it is.. xD 

I have set sail to land unseen

Starry eyed; but haven't been

Able to find the land of green

All I see? The ocean obscene

An intervention is what I seek

This journey makes me weak

I fear the Ship will creak and leak

Shoring I need, in this losing streak

In the distance is the horizon blue

Now paints an unusual hue
Is it something? Cryptic clue?

Jigsaw pieces I need to sew?

This fantasy appears crystal clear

Can't say from real and surreal

"Is it land?" Excited, I squeal

Misguiding, this nature's mural

What if it is not there? I fear

Fearsome storm to hit, I hear

The hull will hold, I hear them cheer

"Before the woman's wrath?" I silently jeer 

She has come. Hits us with waves tall

It is certain that I'm meant to fall

Panic strikes; Pushed against the wall

To stand again. I pray and haul

With the masses, I join to hope

"Me" and "I" no more the scope

Time to enrich and not to mope

The joy of being; to this truth, I awoke

Dawn breaks, storm settled, we still sail

Shore approaches, great stories entail

I see birds in the sky, "Oh, swell"

But, how long's their flight? Time will tell

What really awaits? What's to explore?

I don't know; "Do me good" I implore

Thirst's unquenced and heart is sore

But first, I ask "Take me ashore"

And I simply move on with the journey still

Thinking. Imagining. There won't be time to kill

Anxious. What's in the farms that I will till?

It is said. "There is way where there's will"

Thirst's unquenched and heart is sore

Storm will hit again and darkness will soar

But, before that, take me ashore

Take me ashore. Take me ashore

Best wishes to you both, May the love you share lasts till the eternity, As you make a wonderful pair. *fireworks* xD

Thanks a ton Vittal for beautiful guest post. :)

My friendly jubilee post for my dost

Oh you read the title right but there is a little difference.Whatever I'll share is a post from my dost.Once again Anita, My twitter friend, Creator of The Explorer Of Miracles , Contest freak, Highly Educated a doctorate is an academic degree of the highest level, Amiable and charismatic person possessing the positive aura which can shoot up your morale to another level, Has contributed to my pearls to light a flicker of faith in darkness.She kicked off the Monday blues by dropping happiness in my mailbox and what else could be better than knowing that she has dedicated her 75th post to my blog? Be jealous *Grin*

 Here is what Anita has shared with us.

When I think of both the words Diamond & Platinum, I think of my FRIENDS, as even they are precious! Friends are the jewelry that we can proudly flaunt! There is no fear of them getting stolen as they are always there for us! Coming to think of it, friends are priceless! At least, we can buy Diamond & Platinum jewelry in the shop. But, we can’t really ‘buy’ true friends or friendship in a shop as friends are earned! Friends, like jewelry, reflect our choice!

In a story of Vikram-Betaal*, Betaal tells the story of a wise girl who has two suitors- one whose relatives have bad habits and the other whose friends have bad habits. At the end of the story, as usual, Betaal poses a question to King Vikramaditya- “Who do you think the wise girl chose to marry- the man who has relatives with vices or the man who has friends with bad-habits? Which was the wise choice and why? Tell me, O King! Else your head will roll off!”

With his wisdom, King Vikramaditya replies, “The girl should marry the man whose relatives have bad-habits and certainly not the man whose friends have vices! We do not have control about the family or the relatives we are gifted with as we cannot really do anything about the relatives of the family we are born in! But, we certainly have a say in our choice of friends as we are the ones who choose our friends! Friends are an extension of our personality!”

Wise words indeed, but Betaal escaped (as he always did when the wise King gave the right answer!) & King Vikramaditya continued his pursuits to catch Betaal, listen to new stories & answer the questions correctly!

Friends are a pillar of strength. They cheer us up and support us when we are feeling blue! ALL IS WELL with friends around! The world feels special, stars twinkle brighter, the clouds assume creative shapes, the air is more fragrant, the food is more tasty, the laughter more free…

Friendship is based on trust, faith, understanding, tolerance and communication. Wise men advise- ‘Be A Friend’. First, we need to make friends with ourselves, before hoping or expecting others to be our friend. Be aware and completely accept the self before extending/expecting ‘friendship’ to/from others!

If everyone in the world was a friend, peace would rule and there would always be cool solutions and no problems like terrorism, disputes, allegations or tensions…!

May we all ‘Be A Friend’ and may the word ‘unfriend’ be deleted even from a Bokwaas* Dictionary! 

Grateful to FRIENDS; though we seldom say!

We may forget to wish on ‘Friendship Day’!

But the love & respect is here to stay!

Friends are special in every way & every day!

Thank God for FRIENDS! Friends make the world a better place!

“Good Friends are hard to find, because the best ones are already mine.”

*Vikram-Betaal-  Stories of King Vikramaditya & a ghost, Betaal. This Story is written in my own words from my memory of a story shown in a dedicated TV-show by the same name!

*Bokwaas- Hindi word for ‘Silly’

Ends.

Isn't it a genuine reminder of importance of friends in life?It's been quite a long time i haven't read vikram betaal stories and i guess it will happen right after my exams.Here is a token of thanks for you Anita..  xD

  P.S. I love collecting Guest posts so you're free to contact if you are willing to contribute. <\^_^</

Teenache

And I'm back with an awesome post again. *No, I didn't put on thinking cap to add a extra dose of insanity.You may take a deep breath of relief now* I'm proud to announce that this time the courtesy goes to  Rahul's Blog and collections .Rahul Bhatia, One of the talented blogger who pen down his thoughts including the variety of life experiences so beautifully that you cannot close the tab without finishing the complete post and reading few more too.Another not so common Engineer who has served Indian Navy and presently working with telecom MNC.His collection can take you to various places as it includes the travel diaries too.

For adding the pearls to this space here is what Rahul sir has written...

Which is the best part of our lives? Most find the childhood time is the best one whereas for some it is the teenage time and for a few it is the early years of marriage! According to me the most interesting time is the teenage years! Times of rebellion, the times when we undergo physical transformations defining our sexuality and growing awareness of the environment around us! 

It was funny to experience sudden cracking of voice and sprouting of beard. Sometimes, one felt still like a child when others started treating you an adult. The world around us appeared to be more colorful! The ‘hippy cut’ hair was in vogue and the denims and bell bottoms were the rage of the day! The band concerts, Cricket and Lawn Tennis and movies appeared more attractive than attending Ram Leela or the discourses of saints!

Table tennis and badminton were difficult to resist post school and breaking of the TT balls and

badminton shuttle was more heart breaking than reading about breaking hearts in romantic stories. Slowly, with time and dogged determination Enid Blyton, Capt WE Johns and classics like ‘Treasure Island’ made way for James Hadley Chase, Perry Mason, Agatha Christie, Alistair Maclean, Arthur Hailey and once in a while the Harold Robbins and Leon Uris! The girls would read the M & B and discussing the stories with giggles on the back seats in class instead of Mallory Towers and Jane Austin. The smart ones stopped applying the coconut oil in hair and left the tresses free to sway in the wind. The Connaught Place ( now Rajiv Chowk) had many corners where the teens would meet with friends, haggle for books and the export surplus clothes on sale in the streets of Janpath!

Bunking classes in school was unimaginable but once in college ‘mass cuts’ and bunking for movies was quite a done thing but with caution! The professional studies at the engineering institution did not leave any room for increasing the frequency of such occasions to enjoy. The Monday test every week left most of us on the tenterhooks on Saturday and Sundays as all the tests were counted towards the final result.

Enjoying ‘chaat’ and street food was something that was welcome anytime in place of regular home food. Nirulas was the only restaurant in Delhi that offered burgers and pizzas and a visit was always looked forward to!

It was fun to discuss the ‘crushes’ and anything tantalizing like a ‘Debonair’ or ‘Playboy’ was treated akin to handling live bombs and were guarded better than the bombs by terrorists today! Still life was pretty simple and there were not many choices to make unlike today! Since there was no virtual world of Facebook and Twitter, most interactions were on one to one. There was virtually no telephone so less broken hearts due few opportunities to chat on mobiles! Some ‘very smart kids smoked’ and very few cases of drugs consumption were heard! Abba , Beatles and Kishore Kumar kept the teens engrossed with the lively music and catchy numbers.

Once we crossed the’ Lakshman Rekha’ of the teen years life was never the same again under the peer pressure , taking up jobs, pursuing the rate race to make a living and learn the ropes to settle down in the mad world!

*This ends here and you can be jealous now* xD

Isn't it a beautiful reminder of the golden days cherished by all of us?Sooner or later. *Smiles* Thanks a lot sir for sharing a lovely brief account of memories with us.It was more like -

"Let's take a walk,
A walk down memory lane."

Your Life …Your Decisions!!

It seems like my blog will die with happiness because it has got 3rd guest post from a pretty blogger Sabreen and I being typical me managed to delay the post for more than 2 weeks i guess because of laziness. No, I hate that look please Anyway Sabz Yeah, This is her twitter handle *Smiles* has done brilliant work in framing an impressive post which you can never expect from me. Thoko taali xD

Here it goes..
 

“Mom I scored 95% “, Diana squealed with joy. Thereafter, tears did not listen to the Matthew family and came out without warning. Diana’s cell phone did not stop beeping for one minute from that moment. Diana was overjoyed as she was not expecting so much from her Class tenth exams. And now she magically fulfilled the expectations of elders.

“Thank God Beti, your seat now stands assured at Xavier’s and Loyola College for Science (Major)”, said Mrs. Matthew. These were the two best colleges in Dharwad, a small city and a district in state of Karnataka.

Diana had always been exceptional in academics and some cultural activities and her faith was always sealed with Science being the next step after school. She lived in that age where, only those who lacked interest in studies went for streams like humanities and commerce. Her dad had always wanted her to become an engineer, as he could not become one, due to financial crisis.

It was fed into her central nervous system that she was born to be an engineer. She was also very happy with it. Then she joined college and started off well. Gradually, she started enjoying her English classes more than her first love subjects math and science. The reason being, English needed less efforts to be put in and she always scored well. She worked a lot on her ‘to- be’ engineer subjects, but in vain.

When the final results came, she somehow passed all subjects, scoring almost a 90 in English. She was happy that she cleared all subjects, while the other Matthews were devastated. “Will I be able to pass engineering?” thought Diana. But somehow her dad managed to get a seat for her in one of the colleges in Mumbai. She was scared yet happy that she could now live on her own from now on.

She excelled throughout the engineering course with flying colors. She was placed in a very good MNC. In her non working hours, Diana made some time for  her own blog, where she scribbled simple thoughts of her own. She started hosting lots of events within her company. She loved her job as it gave scope for her hobbies to be taken care of. 

“I will work here forever Mom, even if they give less hikes”, she told her mom one evening over a telephonic conversation. But parental pressure had not come to an end for Diana after she became an engineer. Her mom said “look for higher technical studies, and look for better opportunities in other MNC’s”. She just said, “O.K. Mom” as she was too tired to be a part of any arguement.

“Should not have done engineering”, Diana told herself, feeling very annoyed. She hated the idea to study any more, but she could not tell her parents all this. Life was a cakewalk for her in the current company. But the same life had other plans for her.

Once during a mid-year project assignment, she had represented her company in order to visit some

clients, who were located in the beautiful state of Gujarat. Everything was good until some of the senior members were unnecessarily rude to her. Those guys made a huge crisis out of nothing, and Diana fell very insulted. “There are others who can handle clients in a much better way than you”, said one guy, who accompanied her. She blamed herself thinking she might have gone wrong somewhere and hence such reactions.

This feeling left her so broken that she needed external consultation to recover from the situation. Finally, she left her job. This was her first failure in life. She decided she will not work with any company but become a content writer, while working from home. She gave that up soon as she earned peanuts compared to her MNC job.

She spent the next three months sometimes doing nothing, sometimes wondering what to do, and sometimes searching for jobs. Finally she settled for a sales job in a small private venture. She thought this was her escape route from the root called “Engineering”.

But within three months she started cribbing about her company because of wee hour work timings and she got bored of the same schedule. She kept searching for other jobs, again with the feeling of being nowhere.

Then she found another job where she was hired for her engineering skills and experience, but later was moved into the Human Resources department. Finally she was happy. But was she really happy? Yes and No. Yes, because she earned good money. No, because she had not still found out what was her dream. What was ‘that’ she wanted herself to become?

She knew within her heart, she had a flair for writing. But was it enough? She continued to write her blog which earned quite a lot of fans.  But she knew, her subconscious dreams told her she should attempt writing no matter what. She never told her parents about this. Now Miss Diana is busy designing first few pages of her novel, while also doing her daily desk job.

Let’s all await her first novel to get published. Then we can also paste her success story someday, if at all it is successful. We do not know how her parents will react. But this brave girl has finally taken her own decisions.

The message that I have for all young minds:

·         It’s never too late to realize your dreams.

·         Time has changed; we can have multiple talents and hence try our hands at multiple professions too.

·         Take calculated risks in life.

·         You can never to be too busy to do things which you love.

·         Failure is always a stepping stone, it make you a stronger person.

P.S – awaiting feedback guys, this might decide if I can really realize my dream!!

Here's a token of thanks for you sabreen for sharing a beautiful post with us.

Of course your dreams will come true on one fine day. xD 

Nobody likes a lecture on their birthday.

After a week of constant laziness i finally managed to post this guest post by the hilariously smart blogger Anshul Thankur

I have been on cloud 7 ever since i saw the guest post tweet in my twitter mention because at last after crying multiple shades of blue one of my favorites listened and made an effort to write down for my poor blog which is almost dying daily cursing the blog owner who is one and only I, Me and Myself. \^o^/

Okay,Let's begin. Here it is xD 

Birthday is the time when we pull out old photo archives, sit with near and dears and then reminisce amidst a lot of bantering and badinage. We don’t talk of regrets, we mock ourselves at the mistakes and blunders that we committed and thankfully take little offence. So, birthday is good day, right? 

Okay honey, I’ll tell you a secret recipe to living today, this birthday. Daddy’s grown all too old to not lecture about what to do and what not to do, but if you promise to be a good girl today, I promise you there is nothing hard in living if you have a few things with you. We’re not the all-knowing and always right people, it isn’t exactly bad to not be like that. Take this as a little gift.

Deal? Good.

Let us talk about what you will not like in the future. Regrets. We’re not afraid of making mistakes, we are afraid that we might regret them some time later. But ‘might’ is as clandestine as it is potent. And what future are we alluding to when we make those decisions, is it better than what we imagine it to be if we choose the ‘regretful’ way? There is not one trajectory that one could follow in this intricate labyrinth strewn across our lifetime. Time is not the better judge, we are. Why can’t we regret? What is wrong with regretting anyway? Presence of regrets means we did something that we later discovered was not the better way to do something. That is a lesson, not the end of the world. Even if it is the end of the world, well, it doesn’t matter then anyway. 

I know I talk a lot about routine and discipline and about how you need a routine to get a sense of direction. I should police my words better, now that we have you, a little darling who is growing up into such a wonderful lady. Discipline is the word, routine is practically rhetoric. I look at you jumping all around the house and filling the ears of this homestead with melodic chimes and the eyes with smiles. So when I shake my head in dismay and Grandma and Pa pull at me while they make every effort to pamper you and ensure that your conviviality and festivities don’t stop, I am just being cautious honey. And Ma and Papa know how to keep it in mind that we cannot be too cautious now. But be warned, discipline is what we stand for, it is the objective, not the means and I will not be lax on maintaining it. 
 

You know right now, where dreams are made. I fear, routine might take that knowledge from you and make you mechanical and call it methodological. Sleep child, sleep as much as you need, no less, neither an ounce more. I want you to wake up every day with a dream in your head, and tell me about it. I’ll listen, I’ll find time. There will be times of school, then college and then jobs which will make you use alarm clocks; but honey, this is your life, all of it. You will own your education, your job, your roles, they will never own you, if you don’t let them. Don’t let them, or else you’ll fear regretting. 

The key to living is to live as it comes. Big people have said simple words, ‘stay hungry, stay foolish’, or ‘life is what you make it’. I tell you that they are all absolutely right, but one shoe doesn’t fit all and it is up to us to find our own way of life, our own quote. So listen with intent, and think a lot. The world needs people who can think and contemplate. If you are annoyed, be annoyed, don’t try to be not annoyed when you are, and when you are happy, let no worry bog you down. 

Someday you’ll think of us and might feel the weight, but honey, we’re fine as long as you are fine. Someday you might read this, and think that I gave a recipe for disaster. And maybe someday you’ll read it and think it all makes sense. In between those points, just remember we have our lessons, but just like you are special, your life too is and you have to find your lessons first hand. But do whatever, do not forget to live.

After reading the post you may want to stalk him on twitter too.Let me make it little easier for you, You can click Here xD  

You got an amazing post to read. *You may clap now and leave dhaasu comments* xD

Here's a little token of thanks for you Anshul for sharing one of the most beautiful piece :) xD 

Hindi poem finally,Thanks to punkster.

I'm extremely proud and honored to have Punkster write a guest post for my blog.Yes,After 3 years i found someone who was wiling to contribute in my pearls to polish it with excellence.Thanks a lot Punkster and Extremely sorry for posting it so late(yeah for being careless and losing the mail once too). *smiles*  Over to Punkster :)

बेगानों की दुनिया है,
सारे हैं अजनबी

अजनबियों के मेले में
 असमंजस मे फसी ज़िन्दगी

कभी किसी की हँसी में
आस ढूंड लेते है
इस बेगानी ज़िन्दगी की

पहचान ढूंड लेते है 

फिर न जाने वो मुस्कान 

कहाँ खो जाती है

जैसे खिले हुए किसी फूल को

नज़र लग जाती है

और कुछ पलो के लिए पहचानी गयी ज़िन्दगी 

फिर अनजानी हो जाती है 

रातों को,

जब जाम को होठों से छुकर 

एक कडवी तन्हाई 

पी जाती है 

तब ये दुनिया 

इसे गुस्ताखी कहकर 

हम  पर उंगली उठाती है 

अंत मे हमेशा 

एक सचाई कांटे की तरह चुभती है 

कि ये दुनिया उतनी ही अजनबी है 

जितनी नज़र आती हैं

Isn't it amazing? :)  For more awesomeness you must go on to his blog  Whispers From My Heart. I'm once again very thankful to him for taking out time and writing this guest post. :)

Catch you all later,
Next blog post in progress..
Sunakshi xD