I know You are there

Sitting up high, looking out for me;

I know you are there, protecting me.

I can't see you but feel you around,

my senses tell me -  not to frown;

my mind tells me - not to dream,

but my soul knows - you are protecting me.

It's been a long time , you left us alone;

Though we are strong , we sometimes mourn;

Standing tall ,your simplicity won hearts,

You were the beacon that showed us the path.

A brave soul , nothing made you fall,

you had endless strength and love for us all;

You showed us way to enjoy our lives,

gave us a home, a family and the hope for life.

If I close my eyes I can see you there,

Can hear your strong voice fighting my fears,

Can feel your wings surrounding the family;

And your smile saying - stop worrying.

I can't believe that you are not there,

You were and are our gaurdian soul;

I know you are watching us from up there;

Ensuring that we are safe, coz you care.

I know Grandpa wherever you are ;

You are protecting me.



Love you Pitaaji(Grandpa)......I know it deep down that wherever you are , you are looking after us.

What ??? How??? And Why?

The blog title may seem crazy, but then we humans are crazy else who can survive this maddening experience called life.

All through our lives , from the unfortunate moment when we start thinking and I strongly believe we are better off when we do not apply our brains, we are surrounded by questions. These questions dictate us , distract us , direct us and in the end digest us without any second thought. So these Qs have Disastrous D effect - in slang language we call it the Dog effect on humans. Gosh! It sounds so terrible but then this weird situation is so real. Just think we you started reading this blog – your first question was – "WHAT" has Rachita written? Once you find an answer, your second question is “ HOW” did she manage to find this “ strange” topic? And once you find answer which will still be confusing , "WHY" did I write this? will trouble you. And most of you will remain confused so as to why I wrote this blog post. So putting it into one line - ' What' is easy to answer, 'How' is always confusing and 'why' remains a mystery!

An action as simple as reading my post (and you would agree with me that I use very easy language) instantly surrounds you with what – How - Why. Try applying it any situation in your life , and you find that questions surround you more than the answers. These questions deplete our energy and utilize a large part of our ingenuity and we are left with crude basics to find solutions. Read it somewhere – “Sometimes questions are more powerful than the answers”. The writer there meant it in a positive sense but I am looking at the whole issue from the other end. When questions take over our lives, when questions question everything in our lives , when questions never have an end point and when each question leads to another and our life becomes just a game to solve them and find answers.

 

So, sit back and take a look at your life. Are you doing the same? Don’t let questions become a major part of your life. Life is a journey ,enjoy it, cherish it , without questions sometimes. Give your tiny little brain some rest and let your feelings be in touch with your soul.

P.S. In case you still want to know WHY I wrote this post? The answer is “ Aive Hi” translated into English “ Just Like that”.

The Female Driving Skills – A target for all male chauvinist morons

GIVE ME THE FREEDOM TO DRIVE ----WITHOUT YOUR COMMENTS !!!

 

Something all the females who drive would agree to, is that we get all kinds of jokes targeted at us, by all most everyone. I have been driving for almost a decade now, have no tickets issued in my name, still the kind of comments I get to hear from people make me wish that I smash their heads. But I let that feeling go – after all who can fight with morons.

Do we judge a doctor by gender? Then why target a female driver? Now you would ask what is the connection? Its simple – like a doctor saves life, a good driver saves lives. I wonder how can driving skills be dependent on gender? Either a person can drive well or not, it is a skill learnt through practice, where did the question of gender arise? Just think about - How many massive accidents have been caused by a lady driving the vehicle? You would be able to name maybe 1 or 2, if you try hard, really hard. And this is because we follow traffic rules and not break them, we are not speed freaks and we do not have to show off our skills to anyone. We allow other to drive without fear. So, are these a reason to crack jokes or to admire us?

A dear friend of mine, well educated and modern told me once – “ I stop and park my car aside if I see a woman driving the car in front of me” and started laughing. I was shocked, this coming from a guy who had always respected a girl’s intelligence and is one of the most intelligent person I know, the statement was( %^^&&^) really offending. Another incident(though nothing new but was catalyst) that really hit me was last Monday – I was driving back from my office , the car in front of me was being driven by a lady. She was a little slow at pick up when red-light turned green. Everyone around including the rickshaw wala(who himself breaks all traffic rules) stared at her as if she was retarded. Stuck at the next signal, same thing happened but this time the person driving was a male, the same people just passed by without a sniggering glance or comment. What was the difference in both situations? Just that when a female drives it’s always her mistake and with man it could be anything and anybody except him. The irony is that even some females are a party to it(Aurat hi aurat ki sabse badi dushman hoti hai).

I take offence at any such stupid male chauvinist remark, I do not mean that all guys drive badly or all girls drive well. I know of some guys who should have never been given the car's keys and some girls who should only sit on the driving seats for photo shoots only. On the other hand I know a lot of people with great driving skills not withstanding their gender. My intel inside mind asked a question, then why this discrimination? The answer is so stupid but then what else to expect from MCPs. Some guys feel more mannish only after putting a girl down. Crude jokes , typical comments on a girls’ driving skills are a pre requisite to entry into this out dated and disgusting male moron group. A lady can run your home well, hold a job along with all family concerns, remain smiling inspite of all tensions and be a role model to her children but…….some men( not all , some are real gentlemen) get a kick only after putting the lady down. And this is the easist way afterall driving was male domain we ventured into.

For me a generalized comment on a girl’s driving skills " just because she is a girl she does not know how to drive"……lessens the respect for the guy who speaks it aloud. So you better not speak such idiotic comments around me…you would lose a part of my respect for you each time you speak like a moron.

So, to be a Man act like one and not like a male chauvinist creature.

Smile Coz You Are Worth It !

Facing the struggles, juggling with tasks,

Frowning all day , taking the flak;

Still life is always a path brightly lit,

Smile coz you are worth it.

People come and go, a few become close,

A couple change into foes; Some go amiss;

But friends stay with you till the hilt,

Smile coz you are worth it.

There are good days , bad days but some remain a mystery,

There would be days you question your sanity;

You may cry, scream , laugh, abuse and hit,

But Smile Coz you are worth It.

Smile is the shortest distance between two people,

And with the inner child, a part of your soul;

Who goes deep in hiding with every tear and frown,

Who looks for that smile to peep out -

So Smile coz 'YOU' are worth it!

Rachita’s Reflections – on bitching?

I just logged into my own blog account and found O my god…I haven’t written anything new in more than a month. Now this is not because I am lazy (I have already dealt with that rumour in one of my posts earlier), and not also that there was a lack of topics around. I mean think of cricket mania, Our world Cup win, Anna Hazare, year end work pressure, my eccentric friends, the great ME and so on , there are just so many juicy topics for me to have written about. But I didn’t. Or to be a little truthful (and I am an honest person) I didn’t want to. You see I had promised myself that I would write atleast 'one' post each week and knowing myself I knew sooner or later I would break this promise. It’s just that last month or so was very dull and I didn’t feel like doing anything interesting. Coz I was busy proving to myself that I am not happy. In the process add a bout of illness and you have the perfect recipe for a roadblock to everything in life.

So, the dear great RACHITA was reclining in her little unhappy world closing any door to express herself , closing all windows of exchange and then cribbing that no body cares about me, enough to ask what’s wrong.

So what made me write today, actually I came out of this self created mess last weekend but since then have been busy putting things in order. When you stop caring about what is good in your life – family , close friends, those moments when you are happy , that cool breeze which caresses you when you step out, that yummy meal your mom cooked to see you smile, that phone call your friend made just to show that “I am there”, that nice dress you look great in - and get busy in noticing all that is going wrong, you let go of all that you have so painstakingly organised in your life. And once the chaos begins, it increases at an alarmingly rate and before you realize you are in deep %^&@ . Now what to do when you reach that moment of realization?

Do what I did – meet an old friend and bitch about everything and everyone to your heart’s content. After you have abused all the people you feel responsible for putting you in this mess , you suddenly feel a weight lighting off your shoulders. Those minutes or maybe hours of bitching make you feel better and great. I won’t name you dear friend ( not sure if you want me to reveal your name) but thank you for listening to me. You see, I had not even put any status message on FB since our World Cup Win , now that was intolerable. So everyone one of you, who is taking out your precious time to read this can understand my panic. That’s why that pure, unbridled session of bitching opened my eyes to all the good things that had become invisible under the coat of my self inflicted misery. (Bitching Tip : I trust my friend to keep my language to herself so ensure when you bitch , the partner in “crime” is trustworthy).

Going through this unnecessary period of semi depression I can say with some authority – Life gives you choice to look at things that are good and that are not good. Ensure that your choice makes you happy. It’s all about that half filled glass of water and serenity to accept that everything may not be as per your wish list. But still if you fall into the trap – Do what I did – Bitching session with a close and like minded friend.

P.S I am a little disappointed - my dictionary is not updated with latest abuses, felt very backward in the session. Care to help me a bit?