She decided to die

Its about my long time friend who tried to end her life two days back due to exams tensions that she may not score well 

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I remember her from a long time
The girl with twinkle in her eyes
Chubby cheeks, round face
And a smile in her lips that never dies
 
Always with a gang of girls
Her never ending babbling
Someone you’ll never find alone
And sans her laughing
 
Always crazy and always carefree
Someone,who can never stop talking
A little naughty, a little witty
Who would hop a little, jump a little just for nothing
 
Then something went wrong
That changed her drastically
And she went inside her cocoon
Slowly, silently and surely
 
Without disturbing even the dew drop
She closed all her doors
And decided to be completely on her own
Unmoved like stone
 
I still remember the girl
With twinkle in her eyes
Who had decided to go away
Without even a single good bye
 
No bird could hear
Her silent cry
When without letting anyone know
She had decided to die.
 
No note, not even a word
To leave behind
So sulky on life that
You didn’t even tell the reason why.
 
So many still love you
You didn’t even consider
Your near and dear ones too
You decided not to bother.
 
I still remember her
The girl with twinkle in her eyes
Unmoved, who closed all her doors
And finally decided to die.

Lost

I feel that 

I am lost 

In a crowd of known people 
Every one knows me

But no one 

Interacts with me 

People just pass by

Like vehicles moving on road 
Many times 

I feel 

Have I done something wrong 
Many times 

I feel 

Did I hurt someone unknowingly 
It’s very a very bad feeling 

Can’t be expressed in words 

SOLACE IN BLOGGING 

SOLACE IN BLOGGING

 

It’s another World, completely my own

To live just the way I feel

To read of my choice

To skip as I want

To comment if I feel

And leave no trail if that’s what I wish

 

There’s nobody to detect you

There’s nobody to direct you

If something you find bitter to taste

Just log out of it

Forget the blog and bloggers

And you’re back with no scars

 

Your post might not get featured

Views may be less than expected

Comments may not be coming

But you have all the choices

To swap between real and virtual

After all, life doesn’t end in blogging.

 

It opens new windows

Of knowledge, emotions and intoxications

To interact with people

Through their heart and mind

Where no physical aspect matters

No age, no place, no identity, no bar.

 

 

The best part of blogging, for me

It gives me solace

From my self imposed punishment

The dreaded silence

When words are all that matters

That I can forget all my pains & sufferings

I can overlook the “real me”.

PLEASANT SURPRISE

Here’s  a pleasant surprise for you

How would you feel to know that I was present at your marriage ceremony even though we didn’t knew each other.

It was in the month of May 2015. For first time I had come to Shanti Nagar…where my father’s friend Rakesh Soni once lived. Now he has shifted to Pune.I hate the humid and hot climate of Mumbai in summers as I literally get drenched in sweat.

I had just come to the venue thinking it was a temple of Lord Ram and Godess Sita.But it was a temple of Saint Sitaram. At the same time there was a marriage ceremony going on.I felt the presence of someone very close to me.

Curiosity pulled  me towards the marriage pandal even though I was an uninvited person by both the parties.The feeling of someone close to me became stronger and stronger. 

I stopped. I saw you dressed in red transparent saree and blue blouse standing alongwith your sister.

I realised this just 3-4 days ago when I saw the photo your sister in one of your posts .She is an unique person and can be identified easily.

Your spouse wore a dark red sherwani.The remarkable thing was he hadn’t shaved yet he looked very handsome. The stage bore his name S—–H and yours written in yellow colour.

I could sense the feeling of happiness and satisfaction on your face getting married to a person whom you like most and at the same time a feeling of sadness for leaving behind your family… the persons whom you love the most.

I felt like I should walk upto the stage and  talk with you but since we were unknown to each other ..also I was a stranger and uninvited guest …somehow I controlled myself and walked away.

Yet happy to be a part of most important day of your life.

What is Friendship to you? 

It is waking up and wanting to be there for a friend who is stressed about work even when you are half the world away from each other. 

It is mid-night calls and early morning texts when you feel lonely and down.

It is the “Hi. Are you feeling better today?” text that you wake up to.  

It is putting aside your grad school work to listen to how your best friend’s day went.

It is love.It is accepting each other for exactly who we are and loving each other nevertheless.

It is confiding in someone knowing you aren’t going to be judged.

It is intellectually stimulating conversation about things you both feel passionately about.

It is laughing at the lamest of jokes no matter how stupid they are.

It is giving your best friend her space to make mistakes and learn from them,although you want to protect her from pain.

It is the good ol’ conversation about men.It is putting sense into each other when either overthinks.

It is respect. It is appreciation. It is being grateful that you have each other.

Friendship is showing up and being there, when you have million other things you can be doing. 

It is a choice.

What is Friendship to you?

What you mean to me 

One more of my writes dedicated to the person whom I first followed on wordpress it’s you dear Asha

♡♡♡♡
Who are you?
Despite being a writer, I’ve never written about you. So, today, I decided to give this a shot and give words to what I feel for you.
I think of what you mean to me. Are you just my love or my best friend too? 

Aren’t you the one who I owe most of my smiles to? Or the one from whom my tears don’t shy away?

 Are you not the one who pushes me to my best? Or the one who makes me not want to quit?
Every time I try to write about you, these questions don’t let me. I fall short of words while answering these. But, today I have an answer. An answer that’s probably meagre of what you are to me.

You are my sunshine.
No, not just the one that lights up my life.
You are the winter sunshine. The sunshine that warms me when the winter chill breaks through my window panes. 

You’re the sunshine that catches hold of my hand and takes me out to the nature’s beauty. The one that gives me solace.
My sunshine. My serendipity. That’s what you are.

What you are to me

​Dedicated to the person whom I first followed on wordpress

You buried me, 

In your  thoughts and writings 

 you buried me,

Breathlessly you suffocate me in ur ink,

Your dripping pen caged me on,and on until I licked the last drop

Having trodden in the darkness you shunned light,

Having been on lonely

Pitched dark path many a time,

I soar with your liberation theology,

Victory song at the tunnel end!

Where letting go clashes with jubilation forever,

My small pen honor you….

Poets and writers  are gods,and you are rare amongst.

Refreshing sweet memories

I was just passing by Race Course …suddenly the bells of Saint Patricks Church seemed to ring in my of my ears.Our Saint Patricks School is attached with the Saint Patricks Church.

One of the building that will etched in my memory is the Eichsttat Hall.Many sweet memorable events that still linger in my mind.This the place where I started with the kindergarten interview and ended with my felicitation of SSC board exam.What you see now is new monument replaced by an old one.

The inauguration of our new school building.Our Principal Rev Father Alex Quadros and Bishop Thomas Dabre and it’s me standing behind both 

The Saint Patricks Church 

It’s a very old monument about 166 years old  our school is 55 years old 

In the front of this church there is statue of mother Mary holding infant Lord Jesus in hand.Here almost every student would bow  and pray before entering the classroom everyday and I was one them.I never felt different and never will though I am a hindu.

This is the photo of me (right side ) and my class mate Jijina standing by church door …after carol practice session.The carol which we sang was” O Holy Night”

I would like to sing it once more here 

O Holy Night

O holy night!

The stars are brightly shining

It is the night of the dear Savior’s birth!

Long lay the world in sin and error pining

Till he appear’d and the soul felt its worth.

A thrill of hope the weary soul rejoices

For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn!
Fall on your knees

Oh hear the angel voices

Oh night divine

Oh night when Christ was born

Oh night divine

Oh night divine
Led by the light of Faith serenely beaming

With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand

So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming

Here come the wise men from Orient land

The King of Kings lay thus in lowly manger

In all our trials born to be our friend
Truly He taught us to love one another

His law is love and His gospel is peace

Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother

And in His name all oppression shall cease

Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,

Let all within us praise His holy name
Wishing my followers all over the world 

A Merry Christmas and a Happy New year in advance 

 

 

 

 

 

What is it?

​Just inspired by a lovely and beautiful posts of one of my dear followers Chitra…gratitude to you for inspiring me 
What is it?

What is it ?

That pulls me towards you

What is it?

That makes me wait for you

In the moonlight

Beneath a blanket of shinning stars
What is it ?

That makes me to sing a song for you
What is it? 

That makes me lost 

In your thoughts 
What is it?

That make me feel you

In the cool breeze

What is it?

That makes me see you

Even I close my eyes

What is it?

That makes me feel

So close to you

Whether it’s an autumn or spring

What is it?

That makes me dance to your love tunes
 

What is it?

When I play a violin 

It plays your notes 

What is it?

When I stand on the top of a mountain and call for you

I hear your voice

Instead of my echo

Accepting friends 

Accepting friends means accepting them as they are with thier flaws whitout forcing our expectations and views on them

Accepting friends means to listen to them with attention ,avoiding unecessary argument and not criticising them.

Accepting friends means to realise thier importance to you and also making them realise the same 

Accepting friends means not to leave any opportunity in praising them but gently making them them realise if they are wrong.

Accepting friends also means clearing misunderstandings from thier minds and in the process clearing your mind also misunderstandings about them.