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I have always believed that “Life without music is – Unimaginable”.

Music is my go-to thing in my “me” time, though I don’t often get this. Music has everything to give you – no what in which situation you are, you will have that one song, that one tune that you you heart will immediately connect with, and cheer up. 🙂

I remember there were days much before apps like Saavn and Spotify, when updating the music list on the phone was a weekly task. Riding a scooty to-and-fro office with headphones on, playing the favorite music was the energy dose. And that shout from mom, she always thought I won’t hear the honking on the roads if I am listening to music. 😀 Oh, how much I miss this fun!

Today, after a a veryy long time, I tuned to a music app. But honestly my brain was tired to go and search for songs on apps and then listen. So, I switched the radio FM. Back to back, songs kept playing. I love listening to Radio when I need some refreshment. Radio creates fun, excitement and surprises with songs, you don’t know what will be played next! 😀

In between were ads, short stories and ofcourse the RJ. It was her last day on the show so she kept talking about farewells throughtout the show.

It took me also down the memory lane. Memories of my farewell from my school – the first ever feeling of going away from friends who have been a part of life for 10 years. School friends are the best friendships we make in life, isn’t it.

Then I thought about my college friends, and people with whom I have worked in various offices.

Everyone that comes in our life leaves an imprint of us, and remembering those light moments spent with them brought a smile on my face.

I don’t know if I was lucky today, or it was just a co-incident that every song played in today’s show was on my favorite list once upon a time 🙂 Calling it “once upon a time” because this busy life has truly brought some distance between me and music. 😛

Guessing the song from its music was the game I played with myself. And that feeling of a win, when the guess came right, just felt so light. I don’t know how and when I heard these songs, every song was familiar, as if written for me, for my situations.

Songs that I used to listen when I fell in love, when I got married, when I missed my parents terribly, when I became a mom, when I dreamt big in my career 🙂 I remember there were times when I used to listen to 1 song like 25-30 times in a day 😀

Every now and then, I think we all should get this “music” therapy done to ourselves.

Life is busy, I agree. From morning to night, its a crazy run, a battle to prove, to succeed, to be the best.

But trust me, surrender yourself to music once in a while, and you will feel that music is the only friend that has an ocean full of beautiful tunes for every situation of your life. It’s a magic!

Do you agree? Happy listening!

When my tears are happy! :)

Its past 12 and I am still wide awake. That’s why beyond my usual sleeping time. I am looking at the radium stars pasted on my ceiling. Engrossed in my own thoughts.

Usually this happens to me when I am stressed. Sometimes over a project, or an angry client, or something that is not going right in my business, or may be a fight at home – especially when I am right. And let me admit. I am always right. 😛

This sleepless mode comes as a result of my worries, frustration or anger.

But what is happening to me now is rare, different. And I have not experienced this for a really long time. My heart beating so fast, that I feel any moment it will come out in my hands, it wanting me to get up and dance. My eyes twinkling, my lips smiling. An adrenaline rush inside! 😀

Isn’t our body strange. It behaves similar when we are extremely sad or extremely happy. Same faster heart beats, tears, an overactive mind and an unusual movement inside. Anyways, let me keep this comparison aside and bring back my thoughts here. This mind I tell you, keeps randoming running in all directions. Uff. 😐

And so in the background, there is this song playing:

Karke dikha kamaal wo, aake zameen pe deke jaye aasma.. Shabashiyaaann..

Which translates as – do something so wonderful, that the sky itself comes to earth to congratulate you!

I have heard this many times before, mostly to seek motivation. But today, it feels like this has been composed just for me. Let me dedicate it to me now! 😎

This is just that very moment for me as in the song. I feel on the top of the world! I feel I am touching the sky!

Life is full of surprises, and some real big ones too. 🙂

You know it happens. There are times in life when things aren’t working out well, when we feel we just can’t take it anymore. We blame ourselves; we blame others, we don’t even leave the god. We keep asking – why me? What wrong did I do?

But when we are just about to quit, something happens and it gives us strength to give it another try. Just a bit. Every time. And this “just a bit” keeps us going, and gives a ray of hope.

Who does that? Have you thought about it?

May be the stars up there, watching us try. Or may the whole universe, the creator itself, wanting us to hold on. Or may its not outside. Its that voice inside – that’s always positive. I don’t know. But don’t you feel, there is definitely something that holds us?

I always kept telling myself that for something amazing to happen, struggle is a must. Somehow, today I feel the bigger is the struggle, the bigger is the reward! Oh, is it my happiness talking 😛

When in hard times, we cry, we suffer, we feel that the whole world is against us. But you know what, it is ok. It is fine to feel sorry and guilty and hopeless and surround yourself with all kinds of negative thoughts. It is just normal and we are humans. Definitely the positive quotes and phrases and movies don’t help during this time, ask me. They may make just create a momentary impact – may.

Today.. I am thankful.. I am happy.. I am proud.. I am super excited.. Because after all the hardships in business, we have received a major deal that will transform our company completely.. and change our lives forever – ofcourse which will make our personal lives equally enriched! It’s a dream come true today. A picture perfect ending – just like the movie “The Pursuit of Happiness.”

I am writing this to tell you my dear readers, trust me, there is some power out, thats the only friend we can depend on.. It’s a silent companion in our life.. a life may get in a mess, but will always remain blessed! Lets keep faith. 😊

And as I write this sentence, tiny tears roll out on my cheek.. these are my happy tears 😊

Mothers.. As We are..

I believe that “mother” is more of an emotion than a relation!

My journey to motherhood started 7 years back, when I first heard that I have a life growing in me. A feeling that cannot be explained in words!

Since then, it has been a continuous effort to be the best mother to my little one – and trust me, its quite stressful.

Sometimes I wonder, are all mothers the same like me? Do they feel the stress to be a perfect mother? Do they equally worry about their performance as a mother like I do all the time? Or it is just me – who is not able to do all that I should be doing as per my checklist? These thoughts increases the guilt within me.

It seems worries and guilts are a packaged deal with motherhood.

I am so thankful to the almighty, that he has blessed with a son who just as perfect as in the moral stories. And while I feel extremely lucky to be his mother, it has added a lot of guilts to my list.

• I feel sorry if I have to delay his meal time because of that business call that overran
• I feel guilty when I feel bored to clean up his room that is full of toys all around
• I feel bad when I cook a short-cut meal, because I am too tired, knowing well he needs a complete and nutritious meal
• I don’t feel good when he has something or the other to speak continuously but I cannot give him complete attention, as I have to cook and take care of home chores
• It is absolutely heart-wrenching when I punish him for a wrong-doing, even though I know it’s right

It is a constant thought in me that asks whether my baby will be as proud of me as I am of my mom? And in some situations, when the answer from deep within is a NO, it breaks me to the core.

It’s such a competitive world outside, and hence as mothers, we tend to implement all that is right for the little ones. We want to prepare them for the future. We want them to win. We want them to shine. And in this race, we sometimes forget that their childhood is precious.

It’s the time to live the moments with them, laugh at the funny questions they ask, wonder about the things they imagine. This is the time for love, care, laughs and hugs.

Both seem to two different worlds and that’s the fight in every mother’s heart.

Are we missing on all this? If yes, what is the “right protocol” for a mother to be the best combination of these two worlds?

They say that mother is a form of god. Yes, we are. We are bringing new life to the world. But we are a form of god, with a little imperfection, and hence this struggle.

This mother’s day, let’s pledge to be more accepting for who we are, more forgiving to our guilts, more loving to our little ones and more caring to our own moms!

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers in this world! 🙂

Rams VS Sitas.. I wonder..

Ramayan, the most honoured epic known to us is a story of Ram and Sita, or Siyaram, as people call them with love – THE IDEAL COUPLE.

Ram, the obedient, law abiding, calm, intelligent, man who is a perfect son, brother and husband. Sita, on the other hand is a perfect life partner supporting her husband is good and bad times.

They have 1 life, 1 goal.

Since my childhood, I have heard Ramayan reference many times. Even the television has taken this gist and made serials that portray couples as nice to each other as Siyaram.

But I wonder..

Today is a time of nuclear families, where both Sitas and Rams are running to make a good life. They strive day and night to maintain a decent standard of living.

It’s not a 1 life, 1 goal anymore.

Of course they do make a family, raise children, given them the childhood they deserve, as pampered as possible, maintain a social life.

Both they do have their individual worlds and influences. They have different goals, different aspirations, different challenges, different struggles, different ambitions.

In Ramayan, Ram and Sita had common challenges, so they fought together in unity.

However, is it the same for our Siyarams?

When Rams and Sitas are mentally slogging the entire day, putting equal efforts in everything they do, who should comfort whom? Who should understand first? Who should sacrifice first? Or should it be a “leave it for now” stand?

A recent book that I read – named Sita – very well describes the differences of masculine and feminine power – their thinking, their abilities, their strenghts and weaknesses. It explains the bests and the worsts of both.

But in reality, our Rams and Sitas believe in equality.

Is it an era of Ram VS Sita?

Both have a world that expects more and more from them, leaving less and less for themselves.

How can our Siyarams be as content as the originals?

I wonder..

 

With my disturbed mind, I think..

Here I am, celebrating colours of Navratri; all geared up enjoying every bit of the festive season. There is positivity around, enthusiasm filled in the air.

Dandiya, Garba, Shopping, Food – indulging in all.

Thinking about the long weekend ahead while sipping my morning coffee, I take the newspaper – browsing through the advertisements that supress the news.

And then I read..

• A young girl brutally murdered.
• A married woman boycotted, because she refused the V test
• A group of ladies, overruling the SC order and restricting entry of girls in Sabarimala temple.
• A serial killer confessing of raping minor girls.

And then I think to myself..

Which is the REAL society we live in? The one that i see everyday, or the one where such incidents happen?

On one side, we are celebrating the arrival of Goddess Durga, and on the other hand, we are torturing our own Durgas and Kalis.

What’s wrong? The people, the customs, the social rules or the narrow mentality? Can #metoo campaign bring justice to the trauma women would have gone through? Or will it be buried under the influence of power?

And what can i do? Is there any way I can contribute to change this? Or I will just remain just reader, a sympathy giver?

Speechless.

Mom, Mam aani Majh Mann :)

Aaj majhya chimuklyacha vaadh divas.. 5 years :D he is a grown up boy now..

Pan aai cha mann tar ashcharyach karat rahat ki kadhi aapal chotas baaL moth hot.. Tichya saathi tar aaplya baaLabaddhal tech prem, tich kalaji, tech prashna astat.. 

Jevlas ka?? Kay kay kel aaj? Dabba khaallas ka?

Tyachi health, tyala sanskaar denyachi dhadpad, tyachya maagnya puravnyache prayatn.. thodkyat kay, to khush asava hi ichha..

Khar tar aaichh baaLapeksha niragas aste asa mhanayla kahi harkat nahi.. karan aai kadhi mothi nahi hot.. ti tar tashich rahate..

Majh hi asach kahis zaalaye. Vichar karun aashchraych vatat ki ha 5 varshacha pan zaala.. 😀

Pan ha majha hero, mala achanakach kahi na kahi anubhav det rahato.. aani mala jaaniv karun deto ki to motha hotoye.. aani mi te anubhav jagat jagat, hasat, majhya manala sangte.. ho.. majh baaL moth hotay 🙂

Kadhi eka samjuddar mulasarkh vicharto, Aai are u busy? Kadhi chidlel roop aai var vaitagat, mala usheer zaala tar ghari sangto, lights off kara, ti andhar zaala tar yeil.. Kadhi majesheer kahitari bolun jaato.. aai mi ajun thoda motha hoto aani mag mich drive karel, tu maage bas.. 😀 aani jar majhya shistichya palikade masti karaychi asel, tar agdi sahajpane sangto.. aaj tu office madhyech raha 🙂

Kadhi kadhi vatat, office aani ghar sambhalata sambhalata ashe kahi kshan aapan miss karun takle.. 

Pan haa nirnay tar majhach aahe.. ata ashe vichar kashala..

Mag vichar yeto to office madhlya lokancha.. 

Kadhi Mam, he kay, Mam te kay che prashna.. tar kadhi he asach honar kinvha nahi honar che thaam uttara.. Ithehi hotat, rusve fugve, kadhi masti, kadhi fakt kaamach kaam..

pratyekachya aayushycha pravas, jashi ek goshta.. konache gharche vishay, tar konache ghar bandhayche 🙂 pratyekachi gosht mala vegali vatate, aavadte..

Kahi tyanchyakadun shikte, kahi te hi shikat astil majhyakadun.. 

Swatala dheer denyasaathi he vichar purese thartat..

He zaal mom and mam baddhal..

Aani shevti majh mann.. business language madhye sangaych zaal tar the 3rd M of my M Triangle 🙂

Majhya iccha.. majhya aakanksha.. majh swatach ek vyaktimatva.. 

Majhye swapna… avneesh la vaadhtana baghnyache, tyachyasobat ek ghatt naat banavnyache.. tyala changl vait chi samajh denyache..

Aani kahi majhya career che, kahi tari karun dhakhavnyache.. aapli ek olakh nirman karnyache.. 

Aani kahi majhye swathache.. jag firnyache.. jagat jitke variety of food aahet te khanyache, slim honyache 😀 😀

Hech tar aahe majh vishwa.. 3 Ms of my life 😀 :D.. majhe M che trikon 😀 😀

What remains with you, is just YOU

Situations come and go
Like the clouds they flow
They shake you, break you, tear you to the core
And then you feel, left alone on the shore

Neither the waves nor the sand or the sun
What remains there is just YOU

People become your support system
They listen, emphathise, sympathise, help
They do their best within their comfort of self
But still you feel, the lack of that holding hand

Neither the words nor the tone or pitch of their voice
What remains there is just YOU

You get sleepless, you get scared
Anger, frustration, helplessness is aired
You console, you doubt, you shout
You hate your own self, you hate the clout

Neither these feelings nor the curses or the screams
What remains there is just YOU.

Love yourself, take care of your heart
Because what remains with you is just YOU.

Dear women, what if?

Attending a funeral, I had a silent chaos in me.  In the midst of prayers, cries, sorrow, hopelessness, I had a several questions running all around my mind. What if something happens to me? What if my family has to go through all this? What if.. a millions of what ifs..

All of us know that life and death are cycles of nature. Neither of it is in our control. We know these facts very well. All the spiritual books re-enforce the same thing again and again. We have been brought-up with the same teachings.

Still, when we loose someone dear, it is so difficult to cope-up with the loss. The brain stops working and all the realities around us look unfair. No matter how much support we get from the others, the loss can never be replaced.

On the occasion of women’s week, I want to tell all the women reading this, please take care of yourself, your health – mental and physical. We tend to prioritise our family over everything else, and in that rush, we miss to look after ourselves.

We ensure our family is fed well, but miss our meal times because of home chores.

I have seen many mothers cooking everyday for their husbands, in-laws, kids but having left-over food for themselves. I have seen women taking care of their family’s smallest of the pain, but ignoring the neck-back-knee pains, labelling it as “manageable”.

NO. THIS IS NOT RIGHT.

You are the anchor of your family. And the anchor needs to be strong for the boat to not sink or loose its way.

Can you imagine your family, if anything happens to you? They have created innumerous dependencies on you. From searching of their cloths, to food, to maintaining bills, to home chores, to social life to everything – you are the centre of everything, you are the centre of their world. And, you do take pride in this, Dont You? You love the feeling that without your presence, this home can’t even perform basic chores.

Of course, it is that feeling you must cherish. You have worked hard enough to earn this.

But don’t forget that with all this, unknowingly you are increasing your responsibilities towards your own health, your own healthy being.

If anything happens to you, a daughter will never be able to feel her achievements, a son will loose all the motivation towards success, a husband will be thrown in the world of loneliness – and your parents? Their sorrow will be beyond your imagination.

Everyone has to leave this world one day to unite with the divine power.

Let that be natural. Let us not invite that moment because we did not look after ourselves. Because we ignored our health. Because we didn’t have time.

Dear women, please think about this.

To you, my love!

My love,

I am so glad that I chose you to be in my life! You are just the perfect partner I needed!

2am, 3am, 6am, 10am, 4pm.. any time I need you, you are just there! No questions no explanations – just with me to prep my mood and give me that sense of calmness!

A true companion!

You understand my mind – give me that stillness to pause – think – go.

From my menu planning, to business strategies to risk analysis to what to wear – every thinking is incomplete without you! You are there in my evaluations, in my worries, my confusions. You are there in my tiredness, my dreaming, my stresses and my crazy ideas!

Any day without you is impossible to think!

And yeah, why just the big brainy things – you are expert in entertainment too! Movies, TV shows and even a newspaper – you don’t leave me there too!

You know what, people say, too much of being with you is not good for me.. But I think, why not! Come on, at least you are my dependable!

My feel good factor! 🙂

You teach me to be easy-going, be refreshing and to be that mood changer! You show me how to bring that goodness in someone’s life with me company.

Dear Coffee, I love you..

 

 

 

 

आयुष्य कसं..

आयुष्य कसं.. डोळ्यात चमकणाऱ्या स्वप्नासारखं हवं

हसतं, खेळतं स्वतःच्याच रंगात गुंतलेलं

कधी घेत उंच भरारी, कधी छोट्याश्या आशेची एक कळी

कधी कर्तबगारीचा जिना तर कधी  हळूवार चढावी अशी पायरी

 

आयुष्य कसं.. वाहत्या निर्मळ नदीसारखं हवं

स्वच्छंद, स्वतंत्र, सतत पुढे वाहत राहणारं

कधी खळखळता आवाज, कधी धबधबा तर कधी संथ

कधी सर्वांना सामावून घेणारं तर कधी कोणाचंच न ऐकणारं

 

आयुष्य कसं.. त्या लपाछपी खेळणाऱ्या इंद्रधनुष्यासारखं हवं

सर्व रंगानी सजलेलं असूनही, पावसासोबतच येणारं

जेवढी गरज तेवढंच दिसणारं

कधी निसर्गात सौंदर्य भरणारं, तर कधी स्वतःलाच सुंदर समजणारं

कधी लांबूनच मन प्रसन्न करणारं, तर कधी जवळ असूनही हातात न येणारं

 

आयुष्य कसं.. अगदी साधं सोपं असावं

 

प्रेमाची ओढ लावणारं, प्रेमात चिंब भिजलेलं