Can we stop the fooling around in the name of God?? Can we be more human?
Last two years I have stopped being a part of such dramas despite belonging to the authentic Agarwal family who are extremely God-fearing and can go to any extent of spending when it comes to their religion and rituals…
Let’s save it for our future generation! The scarcity is ever increasing…
Why can’t I be a proverb in a world full of similies and analogies…
And why can’t there be a world that’s free of namesakes and terminologies…
A world where there’s no right way or wrong way, but an “Express”way,
A place where there’s no black or white, but a clear shade of transparent grey…
A World where there’s no boiling or freezing point but just the right temperature for a successful pollination,
A place where I can Live, Laugh and Love freely and affirmatively without any guilt, shame or accusation…
A world where Life’s just a beautiful journey for the growth of the loyal soul,
A place where the universe will manifest my desires effortlessly without any embedded goal…
A world where the only goal would be to be happy, live beautifully and laugh out loud in vain,
May be I am one of the privileged members of the society and hence can afford to sound insane…
Whenever I receive a compliment, I know it’s more about you,
Whenever someone thanks me, I pass that on to you…
Whenever someone touches my heart, I know it is ruled by you,
Whenever someone loves me, I know I am blessed by you…
Whenever I am sensitive, I know you will hold my heart,
Whenever I get fearful, I know you will not let me rip apart…
Whenever I look at myself in the mirror, I know you are feeling proud of me,
Whenever the Sun shines bright on my face, I know you have shredded away the nimbus for me…
I haven’t been able to get much of you in this life but you had to step up to illuminate my way,
It’s been lakhs of years that my soul knows of you and forever with you would be less on the highway…
We will cross the mountains and bridges and oceans and laugh out loud at the world again,
Coz only Love is for Real… Rest everything goes in complete vain…
Today I recall an incident that’s still fresh as a daisy in my memory… That summer evening while still basking in the glory of the tag ‘newly wedded’, we walked out of a buzzing mall of Mumbai to head home in a rick. While I enjoyed my ice-cream, a little girl on the signal, maudlin and worn-out, kept gazing at me. I handed over my half- eaten ice-cream to her thinking she would dig into it, but my heart sank at what I saw after that. Thrilled, she quickly ran towards her baby brother who sat on the pavement like a little Humpty-Dumpty, too young to beg, and handed it over to him while herself watching him with twinkling-little-starry-eyes, a proud smile that did not accentuate her not-so-chubby-cheeks, and her heart melting away in anxiety like the ice-cream. I could not have experienced such deep and profound love for a sibling ever in my world.
The “si-bling” factor in my life is my younger sister, the rebellion and go-getter, who has always given me advise on my naivety rather than seek from me. I fondly remember an incident of our childhood when we had three chocolates with us. While we brainstormed on how we could distribute them equally between us, she smartly expressed to gobble up one herself which would eventually leave us with two which could now be accurately divided between us. In my innocence I agreed when my mother over-heard us and made me understand the trick. I was shocked and at the same time embarrassed.
Be it the choice of neon colors in her wardrobe, choice of exotic food on her plate or her genuine belly laughter, the rainbow of her personality has always reflected colorful and the diamond of her character has always blinged brilliantly…
Cuppa tea and me 