Sunday, October 16, 2011
Little Sarah
Monday, September 27, 2010
Where the winds may lead....
Its the journey I care for
Just letting life hold your hand
And take you where it pleases
Could life ever, exciting be
If one could predict one's destiny?
And so the sciences of this world
Hold no more a charm for me
Astrology, Numerology I wished to learn
I yearned to know what the future held
Now it is the present that matters more
I fret not for what the next moment may bring.
Each day I unwrap a new gift from life
A challenge to be faced, a lesson to be learnt
A chance to witness different hues of this world,
to touch a life here, to bring a smile there!
As days advance into years, I age,I grow
I see, I hear, I realize,I know
I walk, I stumble, I fall , I rise
That's the summary of life I surmise.
Where the tides may turn
Where the winds may lead
Where my heart may nudge
There I shall be!!
Saturday, September 25, 2010
An Urdu Couplet
Socha na tha halaat ke sath badlenge jazbat bhi kabhi
Ek daur wo tha tum pal mein samajh jate the mujhe
Ek daur ye hai tum rehte ho mujhse bujhe bujhe
Mujhe dil ke kareeb mante the tum kabhi
Mujhe mujhse behtar jante the tum kabhi
Jane kaise a gayin dooriyan darmiyan
Jane hue kaise do dost anjan
Yad a jata hai kabhi yun hi bhula koi lamha
Ek sama woh that aur ek ye hai sama......
Saturday, February 13, 2010
The Demon
That I've been yearning to sing
You've caged me long enough
Now let me spread my wings
I'm sick of your rules
I'm tired of your ways
I know I'll be sent for
I'm just counting my days
How can my fellow brethrens
Not see you for who you are?
How can they mistake your glitter
For the radiance of a star?
Your progeny is blind and deaf
Though they may have eyes and ears
They are fooled by the illusion
Their true voice they cannot hear.
You snatch away from them
All they hold close and dear
You numb their minds
With your silent savage spear.
They are unaware of your presence
They know not you exist
In the chalices of their hearts
You grow like a cyst.
I cannot recall when your
false words captured my soul
And gnawed at it unceasingly
Until I failed to feel whole.
How do I follow your kin?
For they themselves are lost
In having trusted you
They are paying a heavy cost.
I'd rather be called insane
Then be as sane as they are
For then I'd be trampled too
A little blossoming flower.
You've done enough damage
I can take no more
Help must be on its way
I prayed from my core.
Once I was naive
But now I know better
In paving my own way
I shall no longer deter.
Your tyrrany can't lost forever
Your day shall also come
Your game shall be busted
You will be undone.
O step away you beast and look
My mother awaits me
In her comforting presence
I shall learn of my destiny.
She will take me to a land
Where I can just Be.
I shall sing my song there
And set myself Free!
Saturday, September 19, 2009
The Sacred Vow

No memory to cherish
Few moments to enjoy
Her life was one
Bereft of Joy.
She was once
Timid and weak
People took advantage
Thought she was weak
Behing her laughter
She hid her sorrow
And ceased to believe
In a better tomorrow
Her dreams and hopes
Were dashed to the ground
To shackles of grief
She forever felt bound.
Once a princess
Nurtured with care
She had little clue
Of what she'll bear
Her pleas of justice
Often went unheard
An innocent lass
Became a caged bird.
Try as she might
She cannot succeed
To forgive him who
made her heart bleed
His words lured her
In him she was deceived
Her path grew rougher
Once she conceived.
He was perhaps
Riveted by her beauty
But soon forgot
All sense of duty.
Of her marriage today
She completes another year
Failing to smile
Her soul sheds a tear.
She's haunted till date
By echoes of past
She can't fathom why
The dice was so cast.
She knows not how
One blow after another
Didn't make her refuse
To walk any further.
Perhaps it was
A touch of Grace
Blessed by him who
Sets things in place.
P.S. - I am not sure how to correct the spacing for this poem. Blogger refuses to cooperate :( Have already tried several times, need to take a break now lol!
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
The Tantrum

The two fellows who came over were seated patiently on the sofa in the drawing room. At least they were done with Rambo. That, I suppose was the cause of the problem in the first place. It’s a popular joke amongst us all that Rambo in spite of being a male is more delicate than Cherie. The latter is quite rough and tuff! While mom held Rambo from his collar, Sonu- one of the helpers quickly pressed the injection in his posterior. Rambo whimpered but didn’t create any fuss. He’s the obedient one. Cherie saw it all and what else can you expect from a clever dog like her?! She figured that the only way to escape the pain of the needle was to avoid getting within their reach! She growled every time we made an attempt to hold her collar. Getting her to take vaccination seemed impossible! “Ma’am please take this muzzle”, Sonu uttered. He must have remembered how hard Cherie bit him last time when he tried to hold her steady as Dr.Pandey examined her for some ailment. It also explained why he didn’t make any effort to step near Cherie or help mom get a grip on her collar. Heck even my brother was cautious. Can't blame them. At times like these she does get unpredictable , something you normally don't expect from a Labrador!
Mom next brought a piece of chicken from the kitchen, convinced she had touched a weak spot. Her face bore a triumphant look. We don’t feed our pets much non vegetarian food so it usually holds a special attraction for them. Mom flashed the piece right below her nose thinking Cherie would find it hard to resist. But before she could grab it mom pulled the piece back. Cherie now sat upright on the floor, her head held high, her eyes alert, we often call it her royal pose. Her gaze was fixed on the piece, like a laser beam! She took calculated moves toward mom. Grabbing her collar or coat at this time was not possible . She hadn’t stepped away from the table completely. I could tell she was thinking “How can I snatch this piece without falling in their trap” Her face is quite expressive, perhaps it's her eyes. Besides it isn’t black like that of Rambo so it’s easier to read! ( chuckles ut the chicken piece in the center of the room now. We - the mute spectators observed keenly. Cherie did come forward. But before we could hold her collar she rushed back to her refuge. Her reflexes were quicker than ours.
The helpers thought it was a good idea for them to step out of the room. That may fool Cherie into thinking that they were gone. Mom switched off the lights of the room and stepped out too. Nothing happened. We were tired and irritated that mom had to coax Cherie so much. It was like pampering some stupid guy’s ego! I was squatting on the floor to see what she was doing beneath the table. "How about shoving the needle in her butt just like that!'' I said with an air of mischief to my brother. He laughed menacingly. He’s the one who teases Cherie the most and is often inventing silly tricks to do the same. My intention wasn’t to act inhuman. But mom had tried hard and I felt that she must have gotten tired by now. At least I was and I had done little save talking to Cherie two or three times to her in soothing tones! Besides the people from the vet’s clinic couldn’t wait forever. It amazed me to see how stubborn and clever a dog can be for the sake of its own comfort or maybe security. Made me wonder how humans are any different. All except mom stepped back into the room. A loud peal of doorbell caught us by surprise. Cherie rushed out swiftly. It took me a while to realize what had happened. I ran quickly to shut the door of the drawing room and that of the adjacent bedroom. I couldn't help but laugh. At last Mom’s ingenious trick worked! Cherie was finally caught in the trap.
Mission Vaccination was finally accomplished.
Bishkeit - Biscuit
Cherie - Pronounced as Sherry. At the time my sis and I brought Cherie home as a fat, fluffy puppy we were studying French. So when it was time to give her a name, we decided to put our extensive french vocab to use ;) The word means 'dear' in french. Later we learnt that it's an english name too ( Sherry) , so much for the french vocab lol.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Waiting...

I sit here in much pain
Trying to pen my fears but in vain
What if I don't achieve my goal?
The thought stirs my very soul.
What if you're not able to decide
For the spectrum of choices is quite wide
You question if you'd ever know
The direction in which you're supposed to go.
Never thought it'll be so hard
An inch to me seems a yard
mustering strength, guidance I await
But what if... it gets too late?
Detach from the outcome, I tell myself
While hunting for a book through the shelf
One that'll help distract my mind
And take me away from the daily grind.
Is this how a lover feels?
When before his beloved he kneels
How an actor feels during an audition
An athlete during a competition?
It is for a reason all are there
To vouch for the thing they really care
But what if in the end they come to realize
That they never truly desired the prize?
Saturday, September 5, 2009
I write therefore I am

Things to be said
Stories to be told
Hearts to be healed
Souls to be comforted
Knowledge to be shared
Lessons to be imparted
Values to be inculcated
Morals to be taught
Inspiration to be given
Joy to be spread
Courage to be applauded
Beauty to be admired
Kindness to be appreciated
Love to be expressed
Compassion to be shown
Paths to be discovered
Journeys to be discussed
Issues to be addressed
Gratitude to be offered
These were the thoughts that sprung to my mind
When I questioned myself as to why I write
Thanks to a chance remark by a friend
The answer now is crystal clear
I write therefore I am!
Friends

When we at some point in life
They hug us and whisper
They nudge us to move on
They are with us
They trust us with their life
They take pride in us
Pointless fights, counseling sessions
The seed of friendship once sown
Tourists in India

I am a writer

Jimmy Choo

Every successful person has a story, one that tells of their journey from being a nobody to somebody. Such tales intrigue me. It always helps to learn about success from a person who has been there done that. As the saying goes, “If you wish to be the best you got to learn from the best". Not just that such people always have a few pearls of wisdom to offer, some interesting experiences to share. It is in quest of such a story and experience that I attended the seminar of 'Jimmy Choo'- an internationally renowned U.K. shoe designer at British Council on September 3rd '09. I have heard about several branches of design such as fashion, textile, jewellery etc but I must confess that shoe designing was something unheard of for me. Gosh, talk about opportunities!
The credit for this opportunity goes to my sister. She's the one into fashion after all. Besides, the passes were limited! The talk was scheduled for 2 pm. It was facilitated by Edwise on behalf of The University of Arts, London. We reached an hour early. Much to my delight we got to sit in the second row! The first seat was reserved for press and staff members. The topic of the talk was "Life and Inspiration" - good enough to tempt any learning enthusiast! Isn’t it? ;) There was a delay of 45 minutes. Maybe that's the way it is with VIPs’ ?!? Meanwhile the auditorium was almost full. Students were busy chit chatting for lack of anything better to do. When you have an air-conditioned auditorium in a scorching weather , right ambiance, comfortable seats and someone as interesting as your sister and a friend from UK to talk to , you don't realize how time passes!
A representative announced that Jimmy would be there soon (i.e. he was late!) and our patience was requested for. Some of the students , I observed were busy eyeing each other curiously, perhaps figuring which fashion student based on their dressing sense really looked like one! Ha-ha I'm sure that tells you that I was doing the same ;) The much awaited moment finally arrived. Dressed for the occasion, sporting a warm smile, Jimmy stepped confidently on the stage.. I'm not sure how to describe the colour of his suit. The black he wore seemed deeper and better than any black outfit I've seen so far! Colin Caraghan, Deputy Director of The University of Arts accompanied him.
Charlie walker the director of programs at BCL welcomed them. Students did the same with a thunderous applaud. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement! This, Charlie mentioned, was Jimmy’s first visit to India. He had recently gone to China on a similar tour. Thanks to proper lighting and location of our seat, Jimmy’s features were clearly visible. He had an air of of serenity about him. And his eyes seemed to reflect wisdom and depth. He began the talk with his life story just as I had expected. Having belonged to a family of shoe makers he learnt the craft at an early age. He knew how to make a shoe but not how to design it. To learn the same he decided to study in London. He couldn't think of Italy or Paris for the languages weren't known to him. English he thought he could manage somehow.
He approached the principal of Cordwainers College, better known as London College of Fashion today. He was scared to get rejected for lack of required qualification. The principal asked for a shoe specimen which upon being produced marked a new chapter in Jimmy's life. The former realized that the lad had talent. Needless to say Jimmy got the admission. His father was encouraging but he couldn't afford to pay for anything else except the fee. Jimmy was elated. An opportunity like this was all that mattered to him. Two fifty Euros for a year he stated was a big amount at that time. Young Jimmy chose to count his blessings, something I’m sure he does till date.
He then shared how his teacher once laughed at his sketches in front of the entire class. Humiliation prompted him to to practice harder. On another occasion a teacher refused him entry in the classroom. “But I’ve paid the fee like any other student”, he fumed silently. The teacher’s motive he later learnt was to impart the lesson of punctuality to him. He also explained Jimmy how it distracted him if students entered late in the class. Jimmy took the lesson to heart. He told us how if he were to reach somewhere at 8 for work, he’d be there at 7! Also, how he started work in a rented hospital room for lack of sufficient funds. The sales were bleak so he decided to survey the local markets. He instantly reduced the rate of his sandals in the hope of getting some clients. Some earning was better than nothing
In a while, two ladies approached him. The number of sandals they needed were few so no factory would take up the job. Jimmy consented to produce the requisite number of pieces for them. He later learnt that they were designers who never gave him the due credit for his work. At a later stage he was approached by two more ladies. They were designers too. They couldn’t pay him much but they said they could make him famous. This was a great chance to prove his caliber. He worked hard to create some beautiful pieces. The women did fulfill their promise. He saw his name in print – next to theirs. “Designers have to work harder than a service man”, he remarked in a serious tone, “sometimes 16 hours a day”. “And there are nights you don’t get to sleep”, he added in a nonchalant tone.
For Jimmy, the best was yet to come. Thanks to all the publicity , he piqued the curiosity of the editor of Vogue. Jimmy received an unexpected 8 page coverage. “I had always wanted to see my name in print”, he stated, his face alight by now.“Eight is a lucky number in Chinese culture”, he added . The coverage acted as a catalyst in catapulting him to fame. For a long time no one was aware that he helped grace the feet of Princess Diana for seven years. I could sense reverence and gratitude in his voice as he spoke of her. Gradually, he became “The Jimmy Choo” we know today. Success only seems to have made him more humble.
It’s interesting to note how often he maintained eye contact with me and my sister as if we were his pupils! People in the back rows must have wondered if I had a spring attached in my neck. I nodded so often looking straight at him in the eye!
He then shared some life lessons with us.
*Always remember those who help you.
* Always respect your teachers, parents and clients.
* Never get angry. Try to stay calm always.
* Go for what you love not what you think would make you famous.
(He said so twice for emphasis sake. I couldn’t have agreed more.)
* Believe in yourself
ask. “You mentioned how your father taught you shoe making. There comes a point of time in our life when we ask our self ‘What should I do with my life?’ Was there ever a situation in your life that made you realize that yes this is exactly what I’d like to do in my life. Or did you just go for shoe designing because it was a family business. And son’s in many families even in India are expected to join the family business or follow their father’s footsteps”. “My father made me learn by observation” he reflected. He then explained that though initially he was forced to learn the craft, gradually he got so interested that he decided to pursue it as a profession. “I wanted to make my father proud”, he uttered.
In response to my sister’s question which was “ How he thought fashion helped him touch lives”, he stated ( though not in the same words) that sincere work always affects lives positively. “Do you design your own shoes?” another student asked. “Yes I do”. He flashed a smile. There was a twinkle in his eye now. ‘And if need be I’d be happy to design high heeled shoes for Indian men! There was uproar of laughter. Perhaps he was conscious of his own height! A bespectacled press person seated in the right row questioned about his Hollywood Clientele. Many students laughed at that question. It seemed quite shallow in contrast to the questions previously asked. Apparently he just wanted some juicy gossip. He asked for the mike again. “Tell us about your Bollywood clients”.
Interestingly the girl ( another press member) seated behind him asked the same question again. I could sense irritation surging within me and much to my amusement probably within a few other students too. We were there to learn about his experiences not if he was associated with the glamour world. Knowing the latter wouldn’t have served us in anyway! Much to their dismay Jimmy didn’t pounce upon this opportunity to brag. In fact he hardly took any name but one – Lakshmi Mittal. Had these people cared to do some pre-interview research, they would have easily found the answer over here -> http://www.yuddy.com/celebrity/jimmy-choo/bio
With 2 more questions from the audience and some by Colin, the talk came to an end.
Jimmy agreed to sign some post cards that the students were handed prior to entering the auditorium. We were asked to make a queue near the stairs leading to the stage. A table was placed in the centre of the stage next to a chair for his convenience. “I luuuuv your shoes”, a girl drooled on the stage while taking his autograph, she placed her hands on her chest momentarily maybe to add a good dramatic effect! ;) Two girls standing next to me giggled amongst themselves. “Jhoothi” one said to the other while eyeing the girl standing on the stage. I couldn’t help but feel amused. My sister and I stepped together on the stage. When he was signing my card I said, “You know I’ve always believed that to be successful in life you need to have a good value system and today you validated that for me. Thank you”. “Thanks for coming”, he uttered with a smile. I stepped off the stage feeling assured that a few years down the line I shall meet him again. However, I would have become something by then and I’d have my own success story to relate to the people!
His tone was polite, his words encouraging and his disposition- pleasant and humble. He seemed like a man in control of his senses and thought process. I surmise his religion Buddhism and a strong value system was the reason for that. Who wouldn’t want to bathe in the presence of such a person? Though in addition to those a strong character , I realized is a pre-requisite else it becomes difficult to stomach success and fame as if often the case with certain rising celebrities. Also that makes success not a journey but a temporary or short lived junction.
The Sign
Yesterday night I tossed and twirled in the bed feeling irritated and confused. I had just written a 500 word article and felt thoroughly unsatisfied with it. No words or ideas came to mind. Resolved to reach my target (500 words) I produced a stilted piece! As I lay in bed my mind began to wonder. “Could it be that I’m aspiring for the wrong profession?”, “I don’t always enjoy writing unlike other writers”,” Maybe I’m wrong in attempting to write daily?” “You’re just tired”, said my sister. “Perhaps you need a break from writing” Wearied of the pointless analysis I asked God to give me a sign and went off to sleep.
I signed in today. There were several mails to check. I instinctively clicked the one that read “WritingKid”. It's an e-zine I've subscribed to. The title of the article in this edition made me gasp. “To write or not to write”. Needless to say it voiced out my dilemma. Upon reading it, I realized a few things:
*All writer’s go through a “No idea” phase
* I was thinking heart of the hearts that “It’s too hard”. Wrong approach!
* I was right in thinking that it calls for perseverance and discipline. You can’t let your feelings decide whether or not to write. It is on the hard days that your dedication is actually put to test! I was grateful for the validation.
I felt like God was speaking to me through these words:
"You can't say, I won't write today because that excuse
will extend into several days, then several months,
then... you are not a writer anymore, just someone who dreams
about being a writer." ~Dorothy C. Fontana
The answer-My sign- was given to me. To listen or not to listen … was up to me. I chose to listen!
If like me you ever find yourself doubting your potential or feel low about something in general try asking for a sign. It's advisable to not set a time limit. The answer may or may not come immediately. Just ask and let go. Be patient and anticipate your sign with eagerness. It shall be provided to you. That’s the way it has been with me! It could be a song, movie, conversation, billboard sign etc. God/Universe is more creative than we can imagine! After all , aren’t we God’s creations too?;) As is true for life so is true for writing – ultimately we must have ‘faith in the process’.
