Jai Mata di!

Wondering whts with the title of this post? well, i'm just gettin in the mood...coz i'm going to Vaishnodevi today!! Its gonna be freezing cold and its a steep 15 km (maybe more) climb to the shrine...but that's the fun! I know i'll come back with legs hurting real bad, and also probably with the severest cold ever...but who cares! What's fun without adventure and risks, right?! Sigh! There's a lotta stuff i need to get sorted out with Mata Rani... I hope She's not too busy! Anyway, I'll see you after 4 days- that is, if I get back alive!

Take care people! And wish me luck! :)
See ya

Shy's tag

Shy, I did this only coz ur a veryyy sweet girl!

10 words or phrases I use most:
1) how are you?
2) damn it!
3) oh shit!
4) O my God!
5) Chill/relax yaar!
6) Puhleeze!
7) Very funny!
8) Chhavi stop it! (used in context to my niece)
9) For God's sake!
10) Jesus H Christ!

I left out some coz the person who tagged me is still under 18!

Merry Xmas!

Hey everybody!

Merry Christmas! May the Love, Peace, and Joy of Christmas be yours always! God bless you all! Have a swell time!

Old Love

No, no, this isn’t a post on Jeffrey Archer’s collection of short stories…though they were splendid! I just stole the title of one of them, because well, I thought it was apt for the subject of what I’m going to write- my parents.

My parents got married way back in September, 1969. An arranged marriage, they knew nothing about each other. My mom, a young, innocent girl of 20 and my dad, a handsome 24 year old! Even after marriage they hardly got to know one another. My brother was born a year after and the 2nd one followed soon. Mom got bound taking care of two of the brattiest kids ever to be born while dad got busy with his ever-increasing workload.

Years went by. Just when they thought they could have some fun when my brothers were old enough to take care of themselves, I came into the picture. You’d think I’d do them a favor by being a good girl…no, sire! I monopolized all of my parents’ time and they got to spend none with each other.

Soon my brothers got married. Then my niece was born. Mom got busy and dad got busier. Their behavior with each other wasn’t what they really wanted it to be. They found time to quarrel with one another…and grew further apart.

It’s been a while now…I sort of, became used to their constant bickering. But I’ve noticed, ever since dad retired, it’s gone down considerably. Finally after all those years, they’re able to take time out for themselves. They go out a lot now, meet up with old friends, and spend quiet moments together. It’s so nice to see them look at each other with affection. My heart swells when I see them holding hands and taking walks together.
I smile, and realize my parents fell in love…again.

Angel

I’ve always been intrigued by the word ‘angel’. Who or what is an angel? Is their existence a myth, or a fact?

It has been said that Christians are "pretty narrow minded" to limit the population of the universe to merely God, Angels, and Man. However, within the classification of angels exist diverse myriads. Hierarchies of innumerable angels still populate the universe. These angelic non-human intelligent beings built civilizations in our solar system -- even upon the Earth -- before Adam.

Angels are intelligent beings who are non-human, intelligent, mysterious beings who are "alien" to us. The concept of an angel comes from the Greek aggelos; from the Hebrew ago for "one going forth" or "one leading"; messenger. Not all angels are "good". Although the angels were originally created by God to convey His "message" for His purposes according to His plan, some angels rebelled; some angels go forth to give their own message, to carry out their own plans.

The angels are represented throughout the Bible as a body of spiritual beings intermediate between God and men: "You have made him (man) a little less than the angels" (Psalm 8:6). They, equally with man, are created beings; "praise ye Him, all His angels: praise ye Him, all His hosts . . . for He spoke and they were made. He commanded and they were created" (Psalm 148:2, 5; Colossians 1:16-17). “They are spirits”, the writer of the Epistle to the Hebrews says: "Are they not all ministering spirits, sent to minister to them who shall receive the inheritance of salvation?" (Heb. i, 14).

That’s what they say…but its only one school of thought. I say I meet an angel everyday. The shopkeeper across the street who remembers me, the woman I met on the bus who helped me find a seat , the guy on the radio playing my favorite song, the kid who smiled at me for no reason, the dog that followed me home…they’re right here, taking care of me, ensuring my happiness.

Turning night to day
and sand to gold
Tears to smiles
and new to old,
Hold my hand
while I tread
This twisting winding
road ahead.
My angel, my friend
be by my side,
Until I conquer
the rising tide...

Hug, anyone?

Today was an off from college. Found time to relax after ages! But too much relaxation can get boring eventually. Having found nothing better to do, I surfed the net for a while. And I came across this absolutely delightful poem that made me want to hug someone right away! I don’t know who wrote it, but it sure gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling. And I’d love to share it with you all!

It's wonderful what a hug can do
A hug can cheer you when you're blue.
A hug can say "I love you so".
Or "Gee, I hate to see you go".
A hug is "welcome back again";
And, “Great to see you! Where've you been?"
A hug can soothe a small child's pain,
and bring a rainbow after the rain.
The hug! There's just no doubt about it--
We scarcely could survive without it!
A hug delights and warms and charms.
It must be why God gave us arms.
Hugs are great for fathers and mothers.
Sweet for sisters. Swell for brothers.
And chances are your favorite aunts
Love them more than potted plants.
Kittens crave them. Puppies love them.
Heads of State are not above them.
A hug can break the language barrier.
And make your travels so much merrier.
The more you give the more there's of 'em.
So stretch those arms without delay
and give someone a Hug today!

I just went and bear-hugged my niece and my mom. Oh and here’s a big virtual one coming your way!

The story tag

Well since this was a somewhat unusual tag, I decided its worth a shot. I was sposed to write a story beginning with ""She ran her hands over his face, his hair, tears streaming down her face all the while..." This is my first attempt at writing any kind of story...so feel free to barf!

So here goes nothing...

She ran her hands over his face, his hair, tears streaming down her face all the while...

"Mommy why are you crying" he asked, in a voice that was almost a whisper, and that made her cry even more.

Her thoughts went back to the time when he was born. A normal 3 pound chubby baby boy, he was all she had wanted all her life. At first she didn’t know how she would cope as a single mother, but when the doctor told her she was going to have a son, she couldn’t help dreaming aloud. Maybe he was all she needed to fill the void in her life. He was all hers. She decided to call him Aditya, because he was like the sun that lit her dark and empty world.

It amazed her to see how quickly Adi grew. He seemed to be in a hurry to discover the world around him. His eyes were always wide open, as if he was in awe of his surroundings. And he insisted on putting apart every toy she got for him, longing to know what lay beneath.

When Aditya started school, at first he was disturbed by the change in his surroundings. He wanted Mommy by his side, and her absence annoyed him. But soon he began to take an interest in the little people around him. He was happy to be able to communicate eye- to- eye instead of always looking up. It was only a matter of days when he became popular with his teachers and classmates. His witty answers and chatty nature made him the favorite kid in school. He developed a likeness for all sports, swimming being his passion. She was proud of him. When he won the trophy for being the best swimmer in his age group, there were tears in her eyes. They were happy together, in their own little world.

Then the world came crashing.

One sunny afternoon while playing with his friends, he suddenly fainted. She rushed him to the hospital. They told her they’d have to run some tests. Meanwhile Adi was admitted. “What is wrong with my son? Why can’t he go home?”, she demanded.
“Ma’am, please be patient. The test results would be out soon.” She had this nagging feeling that something was wrong. Very wrong.
The doctor diagnosed Adi with leukemia. As he broke the news to her, she could feel her knees going weak.
“How do I get rid of it?”, she asked bluntly.
“Well, leukemia is treated by combination chemotherapy and sometimes radiation, but…”
“But what?” The doctor looked her in the eye and said, “The five year survival rate for children diagnosed with leukemia and subsequently treated is approximately 70%.”
She slumped into a chair. She could feel herself trembling. Thoughts ran to and fro in her head. They’d given her son less than 5 years to live. It was so unfair. How could this be true? Maybe the doctor was wrong. Adi wasn’t going to die. He can’t. He had so much to do…he couldn’t leave his work unfinished, it would bother him. “No!”, she screamed startling herself as well as the doctor. Then she buried her face in her hands and wept softly.

She went to see him in his room. He was propped against a pillow, reading his favorite bedtime storybook. His eyes lit up, when he saw her. “Mommy!” She tried and composed herself. “Hey ace!”
She took his hand and kissed it. He threw his arms around her and said, “I’ve missed you! Can we go home now?”
She looked at him. He was so young, so small. Her eyes welled up at his questioning looks. Darkness was looming above, so close…and the sun was setting on her life.

Sadness

I know I said I'd try and post something cheerful next time...but being unwell sometimes takes its toll on you. And since an empty mind works overtime, I again came out with something dull. Please bear with me...

Misty, foggy, dull
The day matches my mood
People around me smile
So why do I brood?

I feel I want to cry
But no tears come out
I try to be happy
But still, I sit and pout

Anger, hatred, jealousy
Rest inside me
For whom, I don’t know
They’re waiting to be free

Should I let them out?
Or lock them somewhere
And hide the key
And pretend not to care

For fear they might hurt
Someone I dearly love
And break the delicate bonds
That God lovingly wove

I need to find a way
Out of this strange madness
And make sense of it all
Before I sink into sadness...