Its all about everything . . .

“ I intend to love forever. So far, so good. ” Steven Wright   “I give you a call you with a smile on my face and end up with a tear in my eye”…Don’t know what has happened over the years…..This makes me question is love really forever??? Or its just a momentary feeling you get every once in a while.   But how do you survive this….do you keep waiting for those moments....go out and search for them…or   get up and try creating such moments. Waiting and searching can be done alone …but how does one create these   moments   all by oneself. It has to be a mutual task….nothing can be achieved alone here. Life brings you to strange places, it gives you the best of moments that turn into memories. But these very moments in times of pain destroy you inside. Its said “change is the only permanent thing” But I never wanted things to change I thought life would forever be the way I had planned. But things change…..time changes and most importantly people change. And when I say peo

The say “Distance makes the heart grow fonder” …. It’s a lot easier saying this than being in a relationship and feeling it. But this was certainly one of my favorites in my growing up years….and by growing up here I mean growing up in love…I would always feel that if I could survive the time...the distance or the void between us I could survive anything and my relationship was strong enough to surge against all odd. But never really got to try this for an extended period(Thanking my stars for the same right now J )….But I still remember when my husband   had his first official travel…he called me and in the most sincere and sad(never again heard the same tone;)) voice said, “I have to go to Chennai for a month”, his tone left me speechless…..all I could say was, “We can still talk”. At that moment I felt we both cant conduct ourselves the same way…I had to show strength… also asides that for me he being sad was more than an incentive for being   away from him for a month…I was s

“Money can’t buy happiness, but it certainly is a stress reliever.” ― Besa Kosova Can we add a price tag to everything in life. Promptly everyone reading will say no. Specially things like moments, feelings, longing for someone or missing someone. The smile with moist eyes that you break into when you see someone really special after a long time and a million more such times. I agree these moments are priceless, but they do come at a cost. I say a cost and not price, because cost can be estimated in the money you have spent….but the price cannot be estimated. The cost can be the money you have spent to be with a near one, the money spent to buy something you want all so much. But the price is the longing, the pain , the tears, the smile and the look you see in their eyes….its priceless. As they say “Money is not everything”…but I say money can help you   buy almost everything in life. You need to know how to buy and what to buy. People all their lives earn money and learn to

Jab subah subah “Uth ja jaldi” ki awaj nai ayegi, To kya tujhe meri yaad nai ayegi? Jab din me “ghar ke garam khane ki jagah office ki veg thali nazaar ayegi”, To kya tujhe meri yaad nai ayegi? Jab ghar ke darwaje pe “Ghanti ki jagah chabi chankegi”, To kya tujhe meri yaad nai ayegi? Jab ghar me Chehro ki jagah, sirf   deeware nazaar ayegi, To kya tujhe meri yaad nai ayegi? Hum chale jayenge…sab yahi chod jayenge, Fir bhi kya ghar me mehak, awaj, zindagi hogi, Tujhe yaad to jaroor ayegi, Fir bhi ek hi sawaal hai….. To kya tujhe meri yaad nai ayegi?

" It has just been a year, but it feels like a lifetime of togetherness,             the smile, the twinkling eyes, the love and the tenderness.   With tiny feet and oh-so-cute smile you entered our lives,        and changed us forever, made mothers out of wives." Well, I do realize that there are a good few years till you are able to read this post and understand it, but somehow I couldn't stop myself from writing this when your loving mother asked me to do the honor. You are the newest member in our family, and what joy it is to have you. Though I haven't been able to meet you, and hold you, and shower you with kisses and uncountable hugs, and bore you to sleep with my non-rhyming lullaby, I still feel so connected to you. Thanks to your tech-savvy mom. From day one your beautiful pictures have been promptly forwarded to me, and each one made me feel how much I love you and want to hold you in my arms. From your first palms and feet prints

A mother's treasure is her daughter.  -- Catherine Its that day of the year again when I first held you. It was emotional and overwhelming. The smile and tears merged seamlessly and with no words spoken we mingled so well. I thought that was best sight and would last me a life time, but I was wrong as   u grew you gave a million such precious moments. You have given me a reason to be unconditionally happy  and smile for no reason at all. You have filled my life with love and joy. Today nothing can pull me down nor can break me, you are so small and fragile but still give me immense strength and courage. I can forever be living for you. My relationship with you helps me strengthen my other relations. A daughter is the happy memories of the past, the joyful moments of the present, and the hope and promise of the future.  --Author Unknown As I look a year back my life has changed so much and its all for better. I sometimes wonder who is for who. Its me who support

  I really thought hard but couldn’t think of a better name for this post. The discrepancy I am talking about is in the societal reforms. We have given so many duties to women…and so little rites. If you think I have misspelt the word “Right” no I have not. I read articles concerning Mr. Gopinath Munde’s last rites in major papers   and all they were talking about was –Pankaja performing the last rites. For certain section of people who are unaware let me specify a little further. Papers have glorified her decision to be the one to give Mukhagni to her father. They are full of praises for her setting an example for others to practice. I on a personal level do appreciate and laud her for taking up the responsibility. But I am so very much displeased by the group of people who were sounding too surprised by her act. This to me was the most logical thing   for her do. If she can carry forward his legacy in the political front. Why cant she shoulder this responsibility.

link to the first part: http://itsallabouteverthing.blogspot.de/2014/06/sawaaljawab.html New day in office. Shyama was all ready for this Friday, they she had a lot planned for the weekend. She started and computer and went on to check the news. “Hi”, Sridhar “Good morning”, Shyama “Can I sit in the chair next to you”, Sridhar “Sure you can, no need to ask”, Shyama “Just wanted to ask incase you have any problems:, Sridhar mockingly “I don’t own that chair nor are you my slave. So go ahead…you need not take my opinion”, Shyama   Sridhar sat and started thinking only god knows what. But going by his personality he cant stay still or quiet for long. “What’s this powder?”, Sridhar inquisitively “Fryum ”, Shyama with a straight face “But it doesn’t look like one, it’s a powder”, Sridhar confused “My chair wheel run over it and so”, Shayma “why cant you be a little more careful”, Sridhar interrupting. “I was very careful, that’s why its just one piece

"Ek Sawal me karu..ek sawal tum karo.. Har sawal ka jawab hi sawal ho..." Ab kya kahein kuch log…..thank   god kuch hi log hote hai aise…jo ek sath dil aur deemag dono pe bhari padte hai Lets get back to a language which will help me widen my horizon of readers. And also lets get back to business…this is a story…fiction I must declare I don’t want people to try and find themselves in the characters. But however if you read and find that the characters resemble you..please keep it to your self..it in your own best interest;) So where do I begin Shyama is like all of us…sporty…funky..go getter..overconfident..lively and strong. She is independent but likes to rely on people around her, its her way of making them feel special and   important. So this story is about Shyama’s interactions with the corporate world and the various species of humans she interacts with. Some will teach her lessons some will help her be a better person and some will just be there while she