the message of the flower

Well, this column is not my creation, the title itself comes from Mr. Ruskin Bond, who has beautifully described the message each flower gives. I found that piece very beautiful, so, thought, why not share?

I'll be quoting about one flower each week...
So, to begin with we must start with Roses.... talk of flowers and who else will lead other than Roses?

"ROSES- Of roses there are many kinds-

                 The moss, the musk, the eglantine;

                 Roses speak of faithfullness,

                 The res rose of voluptuousness."

The Make-Over

Well, those few of you, who occasionally stumble upon this relatively invisible blog of mine, must have noticed by now, that the page has gone a make-over. No great reason behind it,other than a need I felt, for going for a make-over my entire self. Ah, not look wise, in that sphere I'm quite content by the way the ingenious engineer sitting up there designed me ( though other people might not agree with me, in fact i remember my mom suggesting me once to go for a nose job !, but nevertheless am happy with it, not everyone on the earth be Cleopatra or say Elizabeth taylor, Penelope Cruz or our very own Aishwarya Rai, or else they too would loose their value, isn't it?) Anyway, now am getting too carried away I guess. So, looks aren't my concern right now, the thing I really want right now is a make-over on mental and emotional front. Well, I don't have an ugly soul for sure, or a dirty mind, but somewhere amidst this fast paced world, in order to adapt and survive, I feel I've been loosing myself. I guess, this happens to all of us, at some or the other point of time. Let me make it very clear, I'm not talking about changes, I completely agree with Bhagvad Gita when it states that "change is the rule of nature", so, I find it very natural for people to change with time and according to circumstances, and sometimes even without any apparent reason. But there stands a thin line between 'change' and 'loss', at least when we are talking about abstract aspects of life and not the materialistic world, and many a times we tend to cross the line without much of notice. Lately I've realized that I too have been crossing that line very conviniently and unobtrusively, loosing parts of me all the way, rather than just modifying myself for the sake of adaptation. And one day, all of sudden, when I look into the mirror i start wonder who the camouflaged being in the mirror is. Don't know where exactly and when did it happen, but i surely have lost parts of me, parts of me which were dear and most importantly they constituted to the real ME . So, now i want to make-up for that, and on a whole I want a  make-over.

The entire idea is, to retrieve my true old self and blend it with the new and the good things that I've learnt along the way. For eg, I feel I used to be such an innocent should when a kid (all of us were), and now the process of growing up has snatched away that innocent streak and rendered me a little too much worldly and selfish, and now i dislike myselft for being this way, and i would like to have some old part of me again within me. So, retrieving my old self doesn't mean that I will start unlearning the things I've learnt while growing up, or I'll erase my memories and experiences, that's not possible. But there is something i can do..... I can weed out the negatives that I've come across, I can wash out the dirt  that has settled upon my nature, I can airbrush the blemishes I've inculcated through out the journey and that even if doesn't give me back my original self, will at least give me a proper reflection of my pure self and I'll be happy. Then to that reflection of the real 'me', I'll do some making up. Makeup with my new experiences, my ever growing knowledge, my new skills, and then add a dash of those special qualities that God has blessed me with ( he does that for everyone of us), and then the result will be a new 'me' with the same good old core.
So, the make-over is complete, tomorrow will be a new day, a new 'me', who would be changed but not lost. There will be a new spirit and a new confidence to face the world, and a new outlook towards life, and for the world, there will be a better ME...:)

 
p.s.- it wasn't for no reason that a great personality said "everything alters me, but nothing changes me"

an unfulfilled wish....

Life always can't move in the direction we want it to, and sometimes it's good that it doesn't . Afterall,we aren't always good at forseeing things in the right way, are we? So, sometimes I just give up and let my wishes go unfulfilled, thinking that may be it's the best fate for them to remain this way.

All that we wish for isn't meant for us to have,some wishes better remain unfulfilled. They are meant to be treasured in our heart safely, and the sweet bitter pain they cause once in a while is worth savouring. Not always the beauty lies in acheiving, sometimes it also is beatiful enough to just feel.The feeling itself is so warm and fulfilling that we won't need any further addition to that.

You know what's the charm of an unfulfilled wish???....

When a wish doesn't come true, it doesn't come to an end, unlike all other good things in life. It remains there. It remains there, in our heart as a wish.... which, we sometimes sigh upon, sometimes smile upon, and at times cry upon. It's one of the most loyal things we come across in life, very few things in life fulfill the promise "till death do we part"..... a longing wish fulfills that promise beautifully. It remains there close to our heart like the sacred cross and faithfully accompanies us to the grave.

An Unfulfilled Wish....

simple joys of life....

Sometimes I simply wonder at these simple joys of life. It's amazing how these small things have the dexterity to fill life with simple unadulterated pleasures. Ah the simple things of life.....!

Simple things like a morning dream which just doesn't let you open your eyes. Even if your mind rings the alarm, and your subconscious mind which was the source of the dream finishes the night duty and goes for a nap, you forcefully shut your eyes and wish the dream to continue for a little more time. At times your fully conscious mind even manages to imagine a sequel to the dream, and at last when you reluctantly lift your lids with a smile on your face, you find the morning to be one of the most beautiful ones.

Wonders these mysterious phenomenon called dreams can do.....all of sudden they can bring in your vision a face from a fading memory, which you haven't seen for months, or sometimes even years. And now it's so vividly in front of your eyes, you can notice the minutest details, the shine in those eyes, the tilt of those lips, that tiny scar on the brow, you can hear your name being called in that particular voice again, and sometimes you can even smell the so very familiar intoxicating smell which many a times you have consciously craved for but never found a similar one. You enjoy every bit of it, you cherish every moment, you savour the beauty of that dream.

Who would like all this to end? but all good things have to come to an end.... but they leave us with a renewed memory of moments which actually never existed but still were capable enough to beautify your morning ....:)

exam fever again !

One morning you wake up and realize that you have two weeks to go to execute your idea and turn your imagination into a reality, what are you suppose to do then?

Well.... i personally remind myself about one the quotes of Swami Vivekanada "Take up one idea. Make that one idea your life - think of it, dream of it, live on that idea. Let the brain, muscles, nerves, every part of your body, be full of that idea, and just leave every other idea alone. This is the way to success" ( what an idea sirji !) So, basically that is what I'm up to now a days. Though the commitment of that intensity is difficult to attain, and personally I at times am very poor in keeping the commitments, but least I can do is give my best shot, they don't say it without any reason that "reach for the stars, so if you fall, you may land on a cloud" and I tell you, cloud no. 9 isn't a bad place to be on, isn't it?

So, the entire life of mine has been just a series of examinations,( i think everyone's is that way some or the other sort of exam), one after another and another one after one....it's a vicious cycle, but then I must agree that there is a thrill in it ( human nature you know.... always finds a thrill in danger and in pains too at times). Every time it approaches you, it spills a sort of nervousness around you, then at times it gives you those wonderful 'adrenaline rushes', where you burn with an idea, the fire within you rises high and you are ready to get consumed and give your life and soul to it. Then at times it may be a little depressing too. So, basically it brings all sorts of emotions and makes you feel alive and kicking ( that's how I'm feeling right now)

So, time to get back to the idea and work on it.

Trying times will come and go.They come with a hope that, on the other side of this bridge lies the most cherished victory, and they leave us with an experience, good or bad, the adjective doesn't count as much in the long run as the word 'experience' itself counts.

So today when I again face one of those trying times and the going the gets tough, I think of the sweet taste of victory, the satisfaction of a proper try, the valuable lessons of defeat, and the most worthy of all things the experience itself, which will make me stronger and wiser and give me the satisfaction that I've lived it all well.

Someday, somewhere, at some point of time I'll close my eyes and say to myself it was all worth it.

 sitaron se aage jahan aur bhi hain, abhi ishq ke imtehaan aur bhi hain...