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?

I just called to say…..Hi

When was the last time, you called - just to say Hi;

To ask that friend of yours, Is everything fine?

Hours turned into days, days into years, just like that

Years become a lifetime, then a jolt would make you realize.

You let go of a friend, coz you couldn’t make time;

You waited for an occasion to call, some special news to share.

You didn’t have time to tell, that I ‘m here & I care.

What are you waiting for, that bolt from the blue;

When will you call?Who will give you that clue?

But, don’t wait too long, life is too short.

Don’t shelve the moment, for making the call.

Coz regrets are not good for heart.

It’s heartbreaking to go through the phase;

When the shared smiles make you cry;

When you finally make that call, just to realize,

That your friend is not there, to hug you tight…

To hold you close and assure everything is fine.

When was the last time, you called,

Just to say Hi!

Why do dogs love me so much??

My life is an exotic curry of unexplained relations. One of the strangest is the one I share with dogs. And it includes dogs of all varieties and categories and locations and sizes. To explain the statement - from Poodles to Alsatians, from pets to awara(stray) , from Delhi to Kanyakumari and from Puppies to budda(old) dogs, each one of them share the same feelings for me. Their affection towards me is constant, consistent and contagious – 3Cs Effect is what I call it. This dil ka rishta (relation of heart) is very old and not prone to changes .

Each time I see a dog and a dog sees me, we go through same emotions. Only difference is the name of this emotion – I feel so filled up with emotions that I am unable to move a step and that dog also goes through the same, it keeps on looking at me. No matter where I am, no matter how many people are in the group, and no matter what time of the day it is, the dogs always locate me and show their deep feelings for me. We both keep on looking at each other , waiting for some action on other’s part. So connected we are to each other, that sometimes I can’t believe that how can each dog in this world have the same feelings for me. They are so loyal and united in their stand. Do they also have some association which has passed a resolution about me? Maybe, there is some mystery in this issue, I wish there was Nancy Drew to solve it. Ah(Deep sigh).

Coming back to dogs' and my relation, when I look into the eyes of these dogs I see the same emotions, as if their feeling and mind are open to my eyes. I see each and every one of them doing the same - planning and plotting to ATTACK ME ……!! Why me? I don’t even throw stones at them , never ever disturb their sleep, silently go through the torture of listening their barking for hours ….so why pick on me? Maybe they also follow the same rule as humans - attack the person you are sure won’t attack back, a weaker opponent assures success. I have no intention to be called “brave” – and therefore announce that “ I am scared, frightened to death, totally terrified of dogs” and even these words can’t express what I go through when I see a dog staring at me. I have been known to miss my school bus if a dog was standing in the lane to my bus stop. I have stopped myself from going on a walk in a lovely weather when a dog was watching was gate, I have walked through long way to my destination if a dog was silently sleeping on the shortcut…and the examples are endless but I think you all can make out what I feel.

  

Believe you me I am not hyper about the situation, don’t try to counsel me and even more dangerous would be making fun of my plight. Dogs simply hate me, this feeling is universal and shared by all the dogs of the world(atleast I am sure about India). Else why would they target me only even if a large group is sitting at the dabha. So I avoid places where I have to walk by dogs , even 50 mts away. Sometimes(1 in 10) I succeed.

So if you plan to invite me home, just ensure either you don’t have pet dogs or ………….keep me safe.

Memories are ...

Memories are a light caress, the touch of a long lost friend;

Hiding behind the classroom desk, winking at you;

And disappear round the bend.

Memories are the lingering fragrance, coming out of cups of coffee;

Underneath that table in the canteen, twinkling at you;

And vanish behind the tree.

Memories are those merry smiles, silly jokes that make you cry;

Found in the margins of photostat notes, laughing at you;

And fade away in time.

Memories are like jingling bells, softly kissing your eardrums;

Popping out of songs and movies, teasing you;

And wane away in tunes.

Memories are like gourmet meals, awakening your tongue to remembered tastes,

Peeping out from waiter’s sleeves, tickling you;

And hide in the filled plates.

Memories are like tears in your eyes, running down your face a mile;

Living in your heart all the time, assuring you;

And then melt away with smiles.

 

Memories are close held treasures, calming you when you steps falter;

Coming out of forgotten dreams, strengthening you;

And dissolve in subconscious.

Memories are the emotional farewells, tugging your heart with shared moments;

Shedding tears and unspoken goodbyes, staying within you;

And come out for the reunions.