Those Days of Darkness....

Normally I look at the brighter side of a situation and feel that the problem shall soon be resolved. I never thought it would happen to me. Even though it was all around still it didn’t occur that it could trap me and I would feel so helpless in its grip. We were all so happy that Sunday, went out for lunch and had a great time. It started working on the family from there itself. Its claws wanted to grab all of us. Ma became its first prey and the next day it caught me too, pa became its victim on Tuesday , thus three days and three wickets down. It turned my world dark, light started hurting me, my eyes became watery, TV and computer did not suit me anymore. Huh …..What else do you expect conjunctivitis to do, that is eye flu in common man’s language……..and ankhan aa gayi si in punjabi.

Last week was just too horrible, not that I didn’t enjoy being at home, away from office and resting, Still my happiness was incomplete because : a. No Television, b. No Computer and hence no internet, c. No sms’es and limited talk time and biggest of all, d. No books...All I could do was put the eye drops and sleep, get up eat, put the drop and lie take rest coz it is a type of viral. And now some tips coz I have become expert on the topic: It does not spread when you look into eyes, it spreads only when you touch anything that may pass germs like used towel, blankets, hands etc. One more thing, wash your eyes with filtered refrigerated water along with eye drops. Ahh, Today Dad’s wish came true I have become a doctor(on eye flu).

Let’s come back on the main topic poor me and the ordeals I faced during the eye flu. Wearing sunglasses continuously - made my nose and ears hurt. Television became radio coz I could see but only hear. Thank God for my wild imagination and creative thinking I could visualise whatever I heard. Also, imagine three days without internet, no surfing and no chatting, forget about facebook and my favourite lifebox…God knows what all I missed there. .Uff...those were the unhappy days. No new blog post also , this eye flu broke my rhythm. I felt like an idiot wearing those sunglasses - goggles you see, though normally I love them but now, I am off sunglasses for next few days. And also during those days my bro took mom and my pics and after much persuasion (and lots of bribes) , I could refrain him from posting those online.

The most important thing it made me realize was how casually we take power of seeing. Instead of feeling blessed that we can see , we all take it for granted and forget to take care of our eyes. Do that - life isn’t that beautiful without this beautiful gift- eyes.

Life can turn grey even with Eye Flu , don’t think negative just get eye flu in case you want grey shades in life.

HIS Plans Are Working…

In the last few years, I have felt that a lot of my planning has gone waste. It used to be so irritating and would hit my confidence – “Oh no! Why didn’t I anticipate this hurdle?" was my usual complaint. And last year in between jobs, during the leanest period of my life, I took a stock of my decisions, plans and the reality. Amazingly, every time my plans were successful, it led to happiness and success but every time they did not, though temporarily I was sad but in the long run they taught me a lot. They led me to the path that I really wanted to follow & reach towards my ultimate goals.

So many a times, we get so upset, because things didn’t happen the way we wanted them to, that we are unable to see the whole plan. Coz, when we plan, we think of probabilities that may happen i.e. our experiences or which we feel can happen i.e. our expectations. Therefore, these surprises sometimes good or sometimes bad(as per our understanding) throw us off guard and we end up cribbing. If we wait for the initial hiccups to settle, we would realize that actually these variations are leading to a bigger picture and are a part of a much larger plan which is better than ours. Each failure makes us stronger to face bigger challenges and achieve what we want but fear that we would never get. Now, this depends on the individual how he/she would take it as - A chance to prove the capabilities or an excuse to give up. If it were so easy to achieve our dreams, they would lose their charm. These hurdles are just a way to take us to extremes to reach our utmost.

Remember, there always is a plan working for us; HIS Plan and unfortunate are the ones who do not believe in Him i.e. GOD. For each hurdle as we call it, he gives us a chance to jump over reach for the better or give up. Better believe, that every time our plans fail that failing of a plan does not mean that we have failed, it just means that was just not the best plan. Wait, take a stock of the situation and make another plan. Close your eyes , think of the times when what you planned, did not happen and your reaction to it. Each time you reacted positively, you achieved more than what you had hoped for.

There is someone up there, who loves us and wants the best for us, all we need to do is believe in ourselves and HIM. I feel very strongly that this belief can not be explained with proof and logic; it is either there or not there. But the people, who believe in HIM, feel secure that if our plans fail, he will take care.

It’s good if your plans are working but it is better if they are not, coz that means HIS plans are working and they are always better than yours.

Main to Fass Gayi.....

I have been thinking of writing a new post for the past two days but couldn’t. It was not because I was too busy or had started sleeping early or had to go out. I simply am stuck, can’t finalise the topic. Then, I realized that why not seek help from the friends who take out time and read my blog (It’s fine if you can’t comment, but if you do it acts like a ‘boost is the secret of my creativity'). So before I ask you all to suggest a topic , let me take you through the topic journey in last 2 days.

I thought of writing a sweet poem, but the idea did not excite me when I opened WORD doc (how did we survive before MS Office) to type. Then, I thought why not to write a sad poem, but how could I write something sad when I do not feel the same. Also, writing on sad topics makes you feel a little low and I don’t have time to do so. Now, I was stuck and thought that why not write something philosophical but then I remembered that my last post on the same lines got no comments. And, egoist that I am, I did not feel like writing again. Close to tearing my hair, (which after lot of shampoo and conditioner finally look good , sometimes) I had a brilliant idea – to write on something funny – maybe an incident or anything , and this is where my brilliance found its match. I simply could not finalise a topic. This was crazy how could this happen to me , I mean I always find a topic to chat, so what was stopping to find a topic to write a post.

Finally after lot of speculation, brainstorming alone , deliberations I realized that I have joined the ranks of great writers who face this problem sometimes – in literary world this is termed as Writers Block but I renamed it to Creative Block (Coz I m a creative person). Now that I found the problem , I started looking for solution:

a. Search Online – Rejected coz I didn’t feel like doing it.
b. Discuss with friends – Rejected coz I didn’t feel like calling anyone.
c. Do not write a post – Rejected coz It took me a long time to start and to stop is to fail.
d. Read A Self Help Book – Rejected coz yuk (Where did this idea come from?)
e. Seek help through blog – Wow , now this would save energy and I am a "Conserve Energy " Group member.


So here I m seeking your help to suggest some topics for future blog posts.
Be a Good Friend Coz: A friend in need is a friend Indeed ....nai to ek ek ko dekh lungi.

The Eyes Speak - Aankhein Bolti he!

If you are planning to read further thinking this is a body language information or something serious – Please STOP.

These are my impressions of various incidents I have seen around, just writing a few of them – coz Aankhein bolti he. (I have restricted the piece to only one emotion - Love. The Eyes Speak a lot and everthing can't be written in a single post , maybe will cover those in future.)

 

Incident 1: School Days


Those Innocent days years ago….standing in lines for morning prayers but eyes scanning for that profile. You come on time to be at a place when you can see each other, but no one knows(atleast you think so). Both of you do not have the courage to say anything but you look at each other every few minutes, on one pretext or other. In a few days, the friends know about it, and both of you are teased. Oh….those shy smiles when you get teased. Accidently bumping into each other in the corridors, or making way to pass in the bus, telling each other you look good today or maybe..what happened to upset you today every communication happens with eyes…Every one of us has such memories when The Eyes Speak – Aankhein Bolti he!


Incident 2: College Days


Those Daring/I Care a Damn Days…..You are going around but refuse to share. Maybe you do not want to tell the entire world, yet. You say something and mean something else, people around get fooled with your word plays and never see that what the eyes say. "Look at that lovely gal/guy…you say", when the eyes say.... look at me. You sit in a group and become the life of the gatherings but those subtle messages you send to each other….you speak words that are innocent to others but have special meaning to you both…..and your eyes play. The eyes tease, glare, smile , praise ….n all this happens when you have people around you. You raise the bar and challenge each other in different ways but always keeping in mind that no one else understands. By now you have learnt to tease/play and use your eyes to communicate coz ... The Eyes Speak – Aankhein Bolti he!


Incident 3: A Newly Married Couple


Those Happy Days…You are just married and everyone wants to meet your spouse. You have just found new feelings for each other and a lot more. Each glance speaks of those emotions. She is shy and he is jealous, of everybody who takes her away to talk. In the melee of relatives and friends, your eyes meet and speak, she shyly glances down & blushes and he gets a happy smile on face. This interplay sometimes gets caught and sometimes remains just between you two. And slowly an understanding develops to create a deeper bond which makes this communication more subtle. The eyes then speak of love, passion, teasing and new feelings coz ... The Eyes Speak - Aankhein Bolti he!

 

Incident 4 : An Old Couple

Those Loving days…You are married for decades and understand each other without speaking. You eyes have mastered the art where just with a glance your partner knows what you are feeling and what to say to make you feel better. The eyes speak of shared times, of love that endured all hardships , of the family that you have created and of each other. But, this time everyone knows that your eyes speak though they do not know what. The people around you bask in the light of love that you silence spreads. This love now is shared with everyone but you both still have that special glance meant for and understood by just each other coz... The Eyes Speak - Aankhen Bolti he!

Naino ki mat maniyo re…Naino ki mat suniyo…Naino ki mat suniyo re... Naina thag lenge…

Missing You...

Another week went by, one more step ahead,
Life is at upswing with no time to rest,
Amid this all there is a little voice that calls,
I don’t know why but I am missing you all.

Memories of time together, those carefree days,
Gang of friends, we always had pranks to play.
Cups of tea and shared cold drinks,
& those never ending plates of noodles.
Jostling for space in metro rides,
Rushing to CP & Knags for quick bites.
Those gossips, plotting and crazy fights,
& never ending chats and discussions at nights.

Bunking the classes and going for movies,
For missing lectures we always had excuses.
Days and nights filled with happiness,
Singing songs, dancing, bon fire and all.
Long bus rides and getting sick,
Making scripts that never clicked.

All we have now are memories,

& hundreds of pictures that we clicked.

So many a times, we pick up phone, to make a call,
Then some work comes and we miss the chance,
Thank god for smses facebook orkut and twitter,
Getting in touch doesn’t give jitters.
There is so much happening in life,
Still that little voice inside calls, May be I know why,

I am Missing you all.

Love Her or Hate Her- You can't forget Her

What else can I say about someone who while introducing herself to her batch of students says: "I am a witch, and I know that...." and "Anyone you catch crying in the institute , would be my student and there no name you can call me by , which I am not aware of...and now lets start the class". That's Geeta Sahani Ma'am for you. She was my English Professor at CIE, the best institute for B.Ed and anyone in the teaching fraternity would vouch for it.

One of the unforgettable teachers of my life, she was simply a person you couldn't ignore nor can forget. I still remember missing her first lecture coz me and my friends following the DU tradition, were late by 5 minutes (this inspite of warnings that she is very strict about time) and paid for our mistake. All that mentioned in the first few lines are just appetisers to all we heard standing on the doorstep of her lecture room that day. She started the class only after we left. We, (4-5 students )cribbed a lot but that was an example for the whole year we spent there. We were always on time (Whew! that was tough). Her classes were never boring, her command over the language , techniques and holding our attention was just awesome, so no matter how much we hated her sarcastic comments, we loved those lectures.

You could just fall in love with the comments she wrote on our assignments - " Wah! Madamji khush kar diya..." or " Isse accha tha nai likhti" which decided our moods for the week. Infact we had bets that who would receive the worst comment for the lecture. And, the truth is her good comments made us smile for the rest of the week. (I still have copies of those assignments). We would always get crazy assignments and were seen sitting on the stone tables outside the canteen , with cups of tea, cold drinks & pakoras- discussing and doing our work. "Oh! They are Geeta Ma'am's students " is something we heard often from the passing crowd. The lady made us work hard and i mean real hard.

All this aside , Geeta Sahani Ma'am's students (from all batches she taught) became confident and competent English Teachers and teach it not as subject, but as language. (The fact she always insists on). The confidence instilled through all those lectures make us all go in our interviews with a little arrogance that " I am from the best lot" and fear none. (Except fellow students from CIE).

I do not know where she is now, but I can say is that I can never forget her , or her comments and compliments.