Riti's day started as any other day starts these days. Nothing new had happened in months but yes a new person has arrived to this new land from home which is these days a far away land and the common thing with this person is the day of Riti's arrival to new land 3 years back.
Yes Aug 1,2004, when Riti had left her home in aspirations of dreams !
This new person, has spent five years at the place where riti, went every summers. The person took Riti to the places to which she could associate with.The names of the places, the language, the colours all flashed back in her mind, but mostly it was the people she met there, or may be it was just a person who remained with her from the flash back. The person who was the closest of all and is no more there, the void that has been created by this persons absence took over her, there was uneasiness in her, which slowly started to grow inside and forced her to go back into the past.
Riti has started to cope up with the changes that life has forced into her, acceptance has been made. but the memories of those days still linger in her mind, some good ones make her smile and some shatter her. Riti can't let her fall again, so she collected the spread out that was created and put all the things together.
Friends make life beautiful and thats true, Riti's blessed with few friends whom god just sends to her at the right time, and such friends made an entry in body or voice and made the day little better.
The thing that touched her the most today was when she was waiting for the bus, and there was no sign of it, she looked at the watch and the the time on her cell phone the time was right but no bus, she heard a call from someone, she turned behind and it was her neighbour who called out to her and told her that the bus left, she smiled and said thanks to the african american lady.The lady didnt stop at that, she said the next one is only half n hour later, may be the lady sensed the need to go where riti was going, she said i can drop you, just hopp in. Riti had never entered in some one's car like that in strangers car, yah its her neighbour, but her neighbours are starngers too .. she took her chance and the lady dropped her where she needed to go.
Riti thanked her for the timely help and asked smiled thanking god who is always with her, even though she forgets that.. and she thought on her way back why and from where this happened , though she remembered one day this lady had knocked at her door late in the night as she had some headache and wanted some medicines and she had given her what she needed .. also one day the same lady had asked for a five dollar bill this had scared Riti, as she had thought why would she want money from her and she had forgotton abt it with no expectation to get it back .. but she didnt want the lady to come back again for borrowing money, but one day she had again come and this time it was to return the money ..
and today she had actually helped her without even asking for help and riti has still doubted ..
Have we become like this somewhere ? started doubting people, even if something good is being offered ?
The doubts have not come all of a sudden, there have been experiences where she has taken people as they are and then had troubles which she has to deal with till date, sometimes a warm smile to an elderly person, has caused her problems and has generated fear in her, which overpowers her and this fear makes her so suspicious abt people in general ..
But at the same time she has met people who are actually what they are, and that lets her still believe in goodness and kind gestures ..
Friday, August 3, 2007
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
New month .. new beginings ..
Summers are almost over, May, june , july just flew by.
August has already made an entry, another new month has arrived.
In other words may be its time, a new month .. for new beginings !
As i always say, naya din ... nayi shuruwaat !
Shuruwaat ek nayi safar ki,
Shuruwaat ek naye path par chalne ki ..
shuruwaat cheezon ko sametne ki
jo bikhri padi hain yahan bhi aur wahan bhi..
Mushkiloon se zhoozhne ke
nit koshish karte rehne ki..
Shuruwaat ek mangalmay jeevan jeene ki
Its abt time,
to take responsibilities and move forward in the best possible manner :)
August has already made an entry, another new month has arrived.
In other words may be its time, a new month .. for new beginings !
As i always say, naya din ... nayi shuruwaat !
Shuruwaat ek nayi safar ki,
Shuruwaat ek naye path par chalne ki ..
shuruwaat cheezon ko sametne ki
jo bikhri padi hain yahan bhi aur wahan bhi..
Mushkiloon se zhoozhne ke
nit koshish karte rehne ki..
Shuruwaat ek mangalmay jeevan jeene ki
Its abt time,
to take responsibilities and move forward in the best possible manner :)
Friday, July 20, 2007
A conversation abt gym ...
Come Summers and people are in full swing to go to Gym.
Some go to loose weight, some to maintain weight, some to keep fit, some to put on weight, some can't decide why? but still as all are going they go too...
Some tell proudly, i do this and i do that ..
There are some who have a hectic schedule that they cant take out some time to go.
while there are others, who out of their shear lethargy, can't do it either...
One such conversation ...
You say,
u keep getting fatter day by day ...
and i say ..
Keep getting fatter
Afterall ...
How does it matter
In the end ..
You still look better
and you say ........
keep getting fatter ?
doesn't it already seems to be a matter ??
Give a little thought, give me some jolts and boltz
and i say ..
Okay if u say so ..and If that doesnt work
Am i allowed to use some of the kickboxing skills ?
to this you say ..
well, i am off for jogging , right away :)
well, the kickboxing did all the work ..
the kickboxing that i never went to ..
and u assumed i do ....
Some go to loose weight, some to maintain weight, some to keep fit, some to put on weight, some can't decide why? but still as all are going they go too...
Some tell proudly, i do this and i do that ..
There are some who have a hectic schedule that they cant take out some time to go.
while there are others, who out of their shear lethargy, can't do it either...
One such conversation ...
You say,
u keep getting fatter day by day ...
and i say ..
Keep getting fatter
Afterall ...
How does it matter
In the end ..
You still look better
and you say ........
keep getting fatter ?
doesn't it already seems to be a matter ??
Give a little thought, give me some jolts and boltz
and i say ..
Okay if u say so ..and If that doesnt work
Am i allowed to use some of the kickboxing skills ?
to this you say ..
well, i am off for jogging , right away :)
well, the kickboxing did all the work ..
the kickboxing that i never went to ..
and u assumed i do ....
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Daffodils
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of the bay:
Then thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee --
A poet could not be but gay
In such a jocund company:
I gaz'd -- and gaz'd -- but little thought
What wealth the shew to me had brought:
For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant and in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
--William Wordsworth
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of the bay:
Then thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee --
A poet could not be but gay
In such a jocund company:
I gaz'd -- and gaz'd -- but little thought
What wealth the shew to me had brought:
For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant and in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
--William Wordsworth
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
You who never arrived !
You who never arrived - Rainer Maria Rilke
- This is a poem by Rilke, who is considered one of the greatest 20th century poet, this poem was written in German and translated in English by Stephen Mitchell, I liked the poem and thought of sharing it.
You who never arrived in my arms, Beloved,
who were lost from the start,
I don't even know what songs would please you.
I have given up trying to recognize you
in the surging wave of the next moment.
All the immense images in me- the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected
turns in the path, and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods-all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.
You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,longing.
An open window in a country house-, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,-
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled,
gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows?
perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, seperate, in the evening...
- This is a poem by Rilke, who is considered one of the greatest 20th century poet, this poem was written in German and translated in English by Stephen Mitchell, I liked the poem and thought of sharing it.
You who never arrived in my arms, Beloved,
who were lost from the start,
I don't even know what songs would please you.
I have given up trying to recognize you
in the surging wave of the next moment.
All the immense images in me- the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected
turns in the path, and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods-all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.
You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,longing.
An open window in a country house-, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,-
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled,
gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows?
perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, seperate, in the evening...
Monday, July 16, 2007
An offering to you
My heart longs for your presence, Oh dearest one !
Your smiling face, i keep seeing it with open or close eyes
Your words, i keep hearing them in my ears
Your love, fills my heart and my eyes too
Why have u left me alone, Why cant you take me along.
All i want is to be with you, in your arms
Hold me close, i cant take this separation
Or fill this life with your love
let every breath i take be for you
let every thought that comes to me should be of you
let every step i take be a step towards you
let me merge into you
let me merge in you
let me merge in you...
Fill this life with love .. yes, love all pervasive love ..
Let this life be an offering, An offering to you.
written on July 9' 2007 by wandering soul, here it is again with some changes ..
Your smiling face, i keep seeing it with open or close eyes
Your words, i keep hearing them in my ears
Your love, fills my heart and my eyes too
Why have u left me alone, Why cant you take me along.
All i want is to be with you, in your arms
Hold me close, i cant take this separation
Or fill this life with your love
let every breath i take be for you
let every thought that comes to me should be of you
let every step i take be a step towards you
let me merge into you
let me merge in you
let me merge in you...
Fill this life with love .. yes, love all pervasive love ..
Let this life be an offering, An offering to you.
written on July 9' 2007 by wandering soul, here it is again with some changes ..
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
चाँद और कवि
Sharing this beautiful poem " chand aur Kavi" by Ram dhari singh "dinkar"
रात यों कहने लगा मुझसे गगन का चाँद,
आदमी भी क्या अनोखा जीव है!
उलझनें अपनी बनाकर आप ही फँसता,
और फिर बेचैन हो जगता, न सोता है।
है तू कि मैं कितना पुराना हूँ?मैं चुका हूँ
देख मनु को जनमते-मरते
ओर लाखों बार तुझ-से पागलों को भी
चांदनी में बैठ स्वप्नों पर सही करते।
आदमी का स्वप्न? है वह बुलबुला जल का
आज उठता है और कल फिर फूट जाता है
किन्तु, फिर भी धन्य ठहरा आदमी ही तो?
बुलबुलों से खेलता, कविता बनाता है।
न बोला किन्तु मेरी रागिनी बोली,
देख फिर से चाँद! मुझको जानता है तू?
स्वप्न मेरे बुलबुले हैं? है यही पानी?
आग को भी क्या नहीं पहचानता है तू?
मैं न वह जो स्वप्न पर केवल सही करते,
आग में उसको गला लोहा बनाता हूँ,
ओर उस पर नींव रखता हूँ नये घर की,
इस तरह दीवार फौलादी उठाता हूँ।
मनु नहीं, मनु-पुत्र है यह सामने, जिसकी
कल्पना की जीभ में भी धार होती है,
वाण ही होते विचारों के नहीं केवल,
स्वप्न के भी हाथ में तलवार होती है।
swarg के सम्राट को जाकर खबर कर दे-
रोज ही आकाश चढ़ते जा रहे हैं वे,
रोकिये, जैसे बने इन स्वप्नवालों को,
स्वर्ग की ही ओर बढ़ते आ रहे हैं वे।
- दिनकर
रात यों कहने लगा मुझसे गगन का चाँद,
आदमी भी क्या अनोखा जीव है!
उलझनें अपनी बनाकर आप ही फँसता,
और फिर बेचैन हो जगता, न सोता है।
है तू कि मैं कितना पुराना हूँ?मैं चुका हूँ
देख मनु को जनमते-मरते
ओर लाखों बार तुझ-से पागलों को भी
चांदनी में बैठ स्वप्नों पर सही करते।
आदमी का स्वप्न? है वह बुलबुला जल का
आज उठता है और कल फिर फूट जाता है
किन्तु, फिर भी धन्य ठहरा आदमी ही तो?
बुलबुलों से खेलता, कविता बनाता है।
न बोला किन्तु मेरी रागिनी बोली,
देख फिर से चाँद! मुझको जानता है तू?
स्वप्न मेरे बुलबुले हैं? है यही पानी?
आग को भी क्या नहीं पहचानता है तू?
मैं न वह जो स्वप्न पर केवल सही करते,
आग में उसको गला लोहा बनाता हूँ,
ओर उस पर नींव रखता हूँ नये घर की,
इस तरह दीवार फौलादी उठाता हूँ।
मनु नहीं, मनु-पुत्र है यह सामने, जिसकी
कल्पना की जीभ में भी धार होती है,
वाण ही होते विचारों के नहीं केवल,
स्वप्न के भी हाथ में तलवार होती है।
swarg के सम्राट को जाकर खबर कर दे-
रोज ही आकाश चढ़ते जा रहे हैं वे,
रोकिये, जैसे बने इन स्वप्नवालों को,
स्वर्ग की ही ओर बढ़ते आ रहे हैं वे।
- दिनकर
Source : http://www.kaavyaalaya.org/
Monday, July 9, 2007
Do i disturb you a lot
Do i disturb you a lot ?
you dont have to answer this question
as i know i do ....
I was not supposed to ask you the obvious
but still my uncontrolled fingers typed it out
and now i dont know what else to write to make it look less silly
why do i always end up embarassing myself like this ?
sometimes i feel, i am not talking to u
but i am talking to someone whom i know
and i say things ..which can be said
then soon i realise, its not someone whom i know but you !
you who are a stranger to me
Even you refer to this as " were you having conversation with yourself "
and may be you know and understand
So in your own sweet gentle way,
you say ," its fine as long as i can't hear you"
then you give a smile :) and go away !
Scribbled on 9 july 2007
sometimes situations make you write ..
sometimes situations make you falter a little...
sometimes you are lucky to accidently stumble into good people
who sometimes knowingly unknowingly make you smile, give u company..when at times you need it the most..
sometimes you fall straight on your face and realise they were just strangers they were not friends or loved ones who would care...
How would i have known this .. if you had not stepped out ..
leaving me in this emptiness ...and filling yourself to the brim ..
you dont have to answer this question
as i know i do ....
I was not supposed to ask you the obvious
but still my uncontrolled fingers typed it out
and now i dont know what else to write to make it look less silly
why do i always end up embarassing myself like this ?
sometimes i feel, i am not talking to u
but i am talking to someone whom i know
and i say things ..which can be said
then soon i realise, its not someone whom i know but you !
you who are a stranger to me
Even you refer to this as " were you having conversation with yourself "
and may be you know and understand
So in your own sweet gentle way,
you say ," its fine as long as i can't hear you"
then you give a smile :) and go away !
Scribbled on 9 july 2007
sometimes situations make you write ..
sometimes situations make you falter a little...
sometimes you are lucky to accidently stumble into good people
who sometimes knowingly unknowingly make you smile, give u company..when at times you need it the most..
sometimes you fall straight on your face and realise they were just strangers they were not friends or loved ones who would care...
How would i have known this .. if you had not stepped out ..
leaving me in this emptiness ...and filling yourself to the brim ..
A selected Romantic Poetry by Elizabeth Barret Browning
How do I love thee?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death
longing to be with you
My heart longs for your love ..oh dearest one ..
My eyes longs to see you ..oh dearest mother..
your words and bhajans keep playing in my ears
your love fills my heart and eyes ..
Oh mother why have u left this child alone
why cant you take me away with you
make this life worth serving you
All i want is to be with you, in your sweet divine arms ..
Hold me close oh my dear mother, this child of yours cant take this separtion
or fill my life with your love
love love love .. all pervasive love ..the love that you are ,
fill me with the same love ..
let every breath i take be for you
let every thought that comes to me should be of you
let every step i take be a step towards you
let me merge into you
let me merge in you
let me merge in you...
let my life be an offering
An offering to you , at your lotus feet ..
My eyes longs to see you ..oh dearest mother..
your words and bhajans keep playing in my ears
your love fills my heart and eyes ..
Oh mother why have u left this child alone
why cant you take me away with you
make this life worth serving you
All i want is to be with you, in your sweet divine arms ..
Hold me close oh my dear mother, this child of yours cant take this separtion
or fill my life with your love
love love love .. all pervasive love ..the love that you are ,
fill me with the same love ..
let every breath i take be for you
let every thought that comes to me should be of you
let every step i take be a step towards you
let me merge into you
let me merge in you
let me merge in you...
let my life be an offering
An offering to you , at your lotus feet ..
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