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Rejoicing Single

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Inspired by some post I thought I’ll write a list of my own.


# When I am short of money I may skip breakfast, Its not like I have to pack tiff-in for husband and kids!!!

# I don't have any furniture in my room expect for 5 feet cot( 5 inches shorter than me ) for which I am paying 2000 every month.I care less, Its not like I have guest coming over for high tea or dinner. The only one who comes over are my friends and after a couple of beers, having it at terrace they don't even know where they are sitting.

# I may clean my room once in 3 months as long as I get suffocated by stinking smell of rotten tomatoes or fruits. I don't think it should be a problem for anyone.

# On weekends, I may be awake till the sunrises and sleep till the sunsets. And there’s absolutely nobody to question me.

# I have fully lodged kitchen (I accept expensive gifts so if anyone interested can present me one b/w I have long list) but I may have more maggi instead, Am I forcing anyone else to eat???

# I spend every single penny gracefully ,Savings are for people with responsibilities, and I have none.

# I may go for a movie after class, sleep at friends place,might continue the same and come back home after two days. Neither do I have children who are waiting for their bedtime stories nor a husband whose bed I have to warm.

# I may spend the entire week watching movies, dramas and reading books isolating myself from the world. Do I have any homework or projects to help with? well,I don't care.

# If I want to listen songs loudly or dance to item song at three in the morning, I can do so without the fear of waking anyone else up ( my roommate doesn't wake up even its high magnitude Earthquake)

# Yes, papers might be spread on the floor and I might be spread on them. Any issues? If you are visiting me please get used to it.

# Food eaten out of the packets, they are packed in is the tastiest. Plates are a major pain once used-till next use and the effort between the cycle, Ahaaa!!!!

#I wash clothes as I desire. And that too, I have to wash only mine, not a husband and kids'.

Last but not least

# Sometimes when I wake up in the morning and I find the Shampoo is over. I might have to adjust the day without my hair washed. Its ok its not like I am attending high profile meeting today to keep my hair shinny!!!

Thanks to my single cracked life I can do all the above things without any effort !!!!!!!!

*** I don't drink..............

P.S : If you have single-jingle , Share with us :)

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Accept and live up to it !!!





I was invited to the lunch by one of my friend, for I didn't seen him 5 years. Formerly, while studying in plus 2 me and him were most intimate friends and we used to spend long quite happy time together. He had passion for Literature, sometimes in between studies he used recite poems and stories. His parents wanted him to study in IIT, I always believed It was big deal ,for his mind was sharp and his mathematical skills were superior but he always thought studying for exams is anything but lazy. he was kind of introvert but had refined thoughts which stimulated and captured everyone's mind always. His parents were very wealthy ,they owned a big house and big Car which altogether might worth some crores.Like his parents wish he finised his studies in IIT and was working for some firm which paid him handsomely.

I dreamed what would he be like ??still lively , witty, light hearted and enthusiastic, I thought many may change greatly in the course of 5 years especially after going thr IIT life . When I reached their home He embraced me. He was glad that I came. he looked the same except for the charm , it was not what it used to be. His mother welcomed me , I exchanged Namaste with his dad, He asked me to have lunch first as it was already half past 1,I immediately agreed. At dinning table his dad asked me what i was doing and I sincerely answered for all his question, Though he had everything(Great house, superb car and son graduated from IIT ) he looked,he lack  happiness .
During lunch,He told me he is worried about whether his second son is going to make it through IIT or not , he also said there is no point in studying if not in IIT( I was bit offended but couldn't say anything). I was surprised when he said that, His brother was very good at studies in fact he topped the state board exams when he was at 10th.
He continued spilling out his problems which messed his life ,He said I want to buy a house at BTM layout but the price is too much, I am worried if I will get a house within my budget ( I wanted to ask him What the hell he was going to do with this house ?? also wanted to ask how many crore he was planning on :P)
No sooner he was done with his complaining, his mother started, do you know how much the gold rate is???, I wanted to buy this gold set last month for 20 lac now it has become 30 lac ( The numbers were too big for me to digest ).
They both started talking about the high fuel price which was messing their life ( I thought if its messing your life how much it is messing ,middle class like me)
They talked about temperature , they have to keep running the A/C 24hrs to tolerate the bangalore temperature ( hey dude cool, I don't even have A/c in my room, I am surviving with fan which makes loud noise ).
The lunch was finally over, me and my friend got some private time to talk our life .We settled in the garden, I asked whats happening in his life. how was IIT??? . He hesitated and I could see tears in his eyes few minutes later. He said, he doesn't like the job , he had love failure last year and feels like he is not living but surviving.
By the time I came out of that house I was Befuddled listening to all the conversation which turned into complaints about stress in work and life .I felt like I had gone out for some great mission which I couldn't accomplish.

On my way back I had to collect notes from one of my friend, she was one of the most charming friend of mine, there was something about her, I couldn't finger on it ....hmmm...joy?? I was glad, I was going to meet her it would ease me up from my last visit. I called her, she gave me the directions to find her place.It was 20min walk from his place. When I reached there I found it was small comfortable house at the corner. The house was small but the welcome was big. Her mom was very pleased and genuinely happy to meet me when she gave my introduction . We built the rapport as we sailed along and the intimacy with which her mom spoke made me feel I am speaking to someone whom I knew for years,her mom asked about guys in our class ,The lecturers ,she also asked if there is someone in the class who we hit on.She said, I look weak and fed me well with home made jamoons.
It was only a hour and I felt like I lived for years in there. After a while I asked my friend , at what time her father would be coming??She was silent for a minute and when she talked it was whisper ,she said she lost her father from cancer when she was 15. I realized the blunder I had done, I was also angry on her, she never shared that particular story with me. Her Mother wandered her eyes towards uncles photo and said after her father death there relatives betrayed them out of property .Living was very difficult until she found teaching job in some school and my friend took tuition for kids around  house for extra money. when most would get depressed while recollecting the story she was happy throughout , she shared many of uncle's adventure stories , the fun they had together.....In the end she also added uncle's last word "It's better to live a life happily in the short amount of time then to live a bitter long life." and he had said he lived his short and happy life with them. Tears rolled in all three of us eyes. Her mom said they are trying to live her husband's way. She had the confidence that her daughter is going to do something which she will be proud of , she already was :).
That night when I was recalling the incidents during the visit to my friends place. I realized some facts of life "The happiest people don't have the best of everything , they just make the best of everything". The difference of the attitude towards life between two families cleared that ,no one or no happenings control our happiness but we, therefore, we have the power to change anything about yourself or our life that we want to change. I pity my rich friend and his family.....

Happy
Anu

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The Complicated Sea




I sat facing the Sea. The sea was ranging and dashing its huge , slow, foamy waves along the coast with roar. I perceived the smell of ruins and the good strong smell of sea coast. I am passionately fond of sea, it is too vast , too full of movement impossible to hold. Unlike Earth , Sea is a different world, which has its own life , its settled inhabitants, its voices , its noises and above all its vastness and mystery.

Like me there were many who appeared to gaze at sea filled with emotions as if there is hope in the waters connected to there dreams. The Pessimists among them ,thinking the worst of life, Trying to flush out all the negative things in to sea which is making them hated and doubt their sanity. The optimists watching with their embellished confidence as the tide of sea ebbs and flows. Artists who spend great deal of their time alone , gaze the sea in a way which other people don't understand. They are watching it with hidden meaning and possibilities expressing lot of emotions , imagination which is intense. The couples trying to convey each other in silence that their love is like ocean , and promising each other to encounter the horror , beauty , dangers ,thrills whatever happens in this ocean together . In distant I could see a man who smoked 3 cigarettes in span of 20 min, He smoked As if it gave him the sense of satisfaction that he can't get from anything else , Perhaps he comes everyday to the beach stressed out with the work ,sits and smoke ,which gives him the holiday spirit into everyday living. Watching sea has aroused some kind of emotions in each one of us . Everyone trying to shed their difficulties in to the sea as if the salt water is cure for everything.

A strange feeling of loneliness ran over my skin from time to time. The Waves reminding me the times when I don't feel needed , times when I don't feel capable, Times When I don't feel strong. Gazing at sea makes my moods are swing between happy and sad. I look around realizing that everyone is different colors of the same spectrum of light beamed through the prism of existence. I would often stop thinking for a moment to listen to the mysterious voices as the loneliness ran over my skin from time to time.

When I turned to leave , I caught the sight of A old man in his 50 's walking with his daughter who is in her 20's but developmentally challenged .The old man telling her to gaze up to see the large shone moon which was reflecting in the water of the ocean , as she gazed she jumped with Joy. The sight was heartrending . But smiled when I heard her Giggle loudly enjoying the stars and beautiful sea like a small child. With affection in my eyes I questioned myself whats the point in being normal when I can't enjoy small Things like she does.....


Love
Anu



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Don't worry, Be happy :)



I came back to my room Pissed.I was frustrated when he said to Re-Consider  the parameters which have taken for my research work. If I stayed there for few more minutes I would have hit his face. My friend cried almost all the way back to room. I Casted out my project book from my sight. I wanted something to calm down..

I played "Don't worry be happy" sound track by Bobby Mc Ferrin.
It has calming soothing effect.....


Here's a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it note for note
Don't worry, be happy
In every life we have some trouble
When you worry you make it double
Don't worry, be happy
Don't worry, be happy now

Chorus

Ain't got no place to lay your head
Somebody came and took your bed
Don't worry, be happy
The landlord say your rent is late
He may have to litigate
Don't worry, be happy
Look at me, I'm happy

Chorus


Give you my phone number
When you worry, call me, I make you happy

Chorus

Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style
Ain't got no gal to make you smile
But don't worry, be happy
'Cause when you worry, your face will frown
And that will bring everybody down
So don't worry, be happy
Don't worry, be happy now

Chorus

Listen to what I say
In your life expect some trouble
When you worry you make it double
Don't worry, be happy, be happy now

Chorus(2)


The song has a life of its own , as the song went on I felt the softness sinking...
The sound of the song shall carry to the farthest corners and spread joy to all who hear it :).It bring hope and good cheer to all who are fortunate enough to listen to it . By the 6th time it started playing. I realised That I have had worse deal before...I have been target of greater treachery and I am capable of withstanding this and more...and Perhaps I have to see , understand and go through bigger conceivable eventuality...Its going to even out over a period of time, The important thing is enjoy the consequences no matter what :):)

Love
Anu

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The little boy

Children always held special place in my heart. I always pretend to know them, watch them in silence, follow their slightest movement with affection in my glace.The natural innocence of children is something I cherish. Their cute little faces and chubby bodies are adorable and usually bring out the best in us. Sometimes they behave more intelligent then adults. They are innocent and open to life fully.


I come across lot of kids on my way to college. But this ,one kid really got my attention, who always indulged in the childish games like piling hills of sand in the footpath or playing pranks on the dog which affectionately licked him . When I smile at him or give him a flying kiss he pretend to catch it and sincerely return it . I always left for college at 8.30A.M and he happened to be there everyday waiting for his school bus, with his neatly pressed clothes and polished shoes , his school bag dangling in the back.

It was long weekend with college closed on Saturday and Monday for festival . My family wanted me to come home. My routine of going to college was back after a little togetherness with my parents and lot of laughter with my cousins , back home. On my way to the college I didn't see the kid, thought he might have gone to his native for festival and will return soon, But I didn't see him the whole week . I derived many theories , that they might have shifted there house , but the dog was there , so they must not have left. Thought he must be on vacation but it was neither summer or Dasara ( october) . It was very unusual to take such long leave during school days. I waited ,but didn't see him for next 10 days , I started missing him terribly. I felt something was wrong, I made up my mind to ask about him the following evening .

The following evening I went to the house where the kid lived , I rang the bell , A woman of 35 came to open the door, she looked like her heart was torn with grief, for a moment I hesitated and thought of telling her that I have come to wrong house, but I made my mind to ask her about the kid for I was terribly missing him. When I did, she broke in to tears she wept loudly and continually, until someone came running from inside. He found out I was asking about the boy, he came to me and said the boy met with the accident and died in the spot during festival. For a moment I felt , My life will not be same , The emotions were tremendous , Isolation started to set in quickly .I was blank for 10 minutes, I don't know what to think, what to feel and what was happening??I told my condolences to them , but my mind was still filled with the grief, She was a good mother and he was a good father why such sort of horrible thing has happened to them. perhaps her whole life she is going to live with the fear of loosing someone again. For few days my mind was haunted by the remembrance , the smile , the kiss, every charm of that innocent cute little boy. I came to room shut myself and wept. That day I lay in my bed afraid and anxious. I was Engrossed with my books for next two days until I realised that Although the world is full of suffering , it is full of overcoming of it. Initially I thought constantly about the Mother who has lost ,Time the healer somehow managed to assuage my grief. Whenever I read in the news paper the death of the child, It recalls to my mind the remembrance of the days, in which I saw the kid everyday. I take the other route though it is longer to reach the college .

P.S: May his soul rest in Peace


Anu

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Blissfull 10 days in the Land of thunder dragon.


It's been 20 days I am back from the trip to Bhutan , Today when I sit down and go through the details of the trip, I remember the walk to the taschicho dzong , which we walked with long strides, drinking the fresh air . What would be more charming than to dream while walking over, enjoying the sunlight and the caressing wind. The Dzong ( Fortress) was magnificent. It is throne house of his majesty and summer residence for monks. Being a structural engineer i was wonder struck when Pari told they don't use blue prints while they construct the monasteries. We didn't hire any guide,which added to one of our advantages.You go any direction you please without any guide , save your imagination, without any counselor explaining what we saw. All three of us hated tour groups and planning in advance. We were glad that we didn't come with any guide else we would have lost a good experience with the immigration office. I always hated government office, they look at you as if you have come from another world. The people never smile at you. Its very scary to enter a government office in India. Well here we were surprised when they welcomed us , they were fun to talk , they taught us how to say "hello" and "thank you" in Dzongkha . They talked about their culture and economy ( ha ha ha... one of them talked so much and ended up proposing each one of us.. Though it was sarcasm I can never forget him in my entire life ) . The walk to the Taktsang lhakhang( Tiger's nest) which was one more best thing happened in Bhutan.We walked watching pine trees lighted with yellow rays of the blue sky. When we were depleted of strength while climbing, we went down on knees bend forward and drink the cold pellucid water wetting your face,it is just one great experience.The scenery from the Taktsang lhakhang was breath taking. It is almost miraculous to think of the construction of the monastery when there were no modern machines around. Even with the availability of the technology, it would be a big task to come up with a beauty like Taktsanag Monastery. How we were awfully hungry by the time we reached the top and how we begged for some food from monks and they were very generous to offer us some .
At every corner of the place, We were dazzled by the building’s magnificence and improbability
. The whole country was like a museum for us and we watched everything with amusement. The people are as pleasent as the place is .They are a deeply, friendly people, simple and serene. In Thimphu we left almost a lakh worth camera and we realised it next day,when we went back in search of it ,the shopkeeper had kept it safe and she advised to be careful in future ( had it happened in India , they would have scared you away or fought with you for doubting their honesty). When we asked for help for booking a cab or hotel they would help us profuesly .
After entering Bhutan I realised why the blogs I read described it is mysterious place hidden for centuries up in the Eastern Himalayas. I always wanted to see how the world was until it was invaded by pursuit of materialism.
My wish has been fulfilled for there still exists such place which has retained most what we have lost, where we can see and hear the melody of birds, The sound of flowing river ( The water in the river was very clear ,if the same river was in india we would have turned in to whichever colour we wanted , blue , pink or green ). When I come to unspolied place like this ,I am in heaven . I really hope that they can hold on to that for as long as possible. As for the architecture is considered ,All the temples have grand colorful paintings depicting the wheel of life and the biography of Lord Buddha.The Bhutanese sense of their place in their world is found in the mural paintings of the four harmonious friends on the walls of temples. ( Its a story which perfectly demonstrates harmony, interdependence, co-operation and friendship between four animals who become close friends).Exterior looks of the window and other wooden items are same as that of it was 100 years before, I guessed that paintings on the Bhutanese window are not just for beauty but they have deep meaning. The houses were almost two storyed .
All the rides in Bhutan gave stunning experience, Watching the towering Himalayas, the verdant slopes. The
Bhutanese know to ride really really fast, at times when I was on the road, i would look out of the window to detect any signs of large rock rushing ominously over us :) . The scary part in the rides were there was about 1.5 lanes and we had to squeeze by the huge dump trucks going other way of the corner , of course we were the ones riding on the edge of the cliff.
I know nothing more enjoyable than that happy-go-lucky wandering life in which you are perfectly free, without shackles of any kind, without care , without preoccupation , without thought even of tomorrow. The 10 days in Bhutan made me feel, real me. we had passed 10 happy days of listlessness and liberty. The trip made us experience the soul of country and given me moments that will linger in my mind forever. Hoping to visit Bhutan sometime soon.

P.S : My writing doesn't do any justice for what i saw and Experienced in Bhutan. Whatever I have written here is too small or too less.

Love Bhutan
Anu

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Wear a smile


I missed my yoga classes for a week because of my hectic thesis work.The preliminary part was finally over and I was back to my normal routine. After the rejuvenating session in the yoga class I walked with the jaunty steps to get milk and Newspaper.Someone from behind called me "hey", when I turned back she said hello...I said hi, It was the woman who works for some corporate, She was waiting for her cab, everyday we exchanged hello's and smile.For a minute she was silent and there was awkward question mark on my face. She asked " Are you ok ??" . With laugh I said " I am perfectly fine, I was only busy with my paper work in my college" . She said she thought something terrible has happened to me for she has not seen me that whole week ,and to my surprise she broke down in to tears. I don't why she was crying but it was pretty obvious that she had some problem. She managed to smile at me and said that she had lot of problems at home my tag "Have a nice day" at the end of conversation and smile everyday, meant more than I could imagine . She said she has missed it terribly for the whole week.she also said I have a beautiful smile ( he he for which I was little blushing but didn't let her to realise it). I realised that couple of words and a smile would make someone's day :). My mom always said good people share smiles ,words,favour's and she made us live that way.I always smiled at people and would add "have a nice day" tag at the end of conversation, Sometimes I smiled like big bob bumble bear even at strangers. It had become a simple rule in my life .Initially my mind would play game of what would they think, will they smile,will they smile not.I would discuss this with my mom and she would say its not about you, its about delivering an unexpected smile on someone's face and the best way to do that was wearing a big fat smile on yours.I cared less about what people think I just kept smiling like a big bob bumble bear. Some people would smile back and some young people seemed like they are too involved in their own thoughts or live and passed me by as if I am invisible. Some responded back with a quizzical smile and an expression "what's up with her". When I smiled at young boy who was works construction site,he gave me back 1000-watt smile. The people who work at the corporate don't have time even to look up, they would be busy engrossed with there i-phones and some didn't want to waste time on smiling. But I don't mind, I smile happily and brightly when they smile back, I realise that I had pass it on them .

All smiles
ANU

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