When Nature Whispers

 

When nothing works out, an evening walk works the best. The cool breeze and the gentle rustling of leaves and the orange evening sky painted by the sun. It is in these moments of serenity nature seemed utterly magnificent.!

The bright sun all ready to hide beneath the thick carpet of clouds, Gorgeous full moon frisking to brag her mesmerizing beauty. Birds returning to their nest forming V-shaped patterns across the sky. The cold breeze brushed against my face making my hair dance to its tune. In the distance hurrying motorist resembled school children rushing back home after school bell. Everything seemed to set in perfect harmony.

The friendly book Wala who waved me “hi,akka” , all set to wrap his book stall off pavement. Amidst all the books one title caught my eye

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail" by Cheryl Strayed

I quickly grabbed the book and read the synopsis it is about a girl with no experience or training, driven only by blind will, decides to hike more than a thousand miles of the Pacific Crest Trail from the Mojave Desert through California and Oregon to Washington State—and she would do it alone.

And it fascinated me! No second thoughts, an undeniable urge to own it. However, a quiet bit of guilt that enveloped me. My book shelves already had tons of pending books and one more it. I reluctantly dropped the book down and continued to walk back. But all the while intrigued by the girl, what determination she had, her tenacity in facing the obstacles, and her incredible power of determination.

More thoughts kept popping in Did she do it all alone? What would she have done if there is a cloud burst? How would she have handled snow storm? What if she encountered wild life? Numerous questions came in successively.

Coming home in my laptop I set to research more about the book. Have I missed it? Will he have it tomorrow? I had conflicting feelings I wanted it as well as I did not want to invest.

During my inquiry I stumbled upon something called Tsundoku. It is the phenomenon of acquiring reading materials but letting them pile up in one's home without reading them. It is also used to refer to books ready for reading later when they are on a bookshelf.

More fascination on way! What a different way of looking up things. And during this time, I discovered this term called Anti-library!  It is an art of accumulating books which you want to read and have not read! A constant reminder that we need to know more and read more rather than taking pride in what we know.

Yes, when nothing works out universe has a beautiful way of communicating things to you

ALL YOU NEED IS TO STOP, LISTEN AND OBSERVE!

My Loving Blank page

 

Blank Page!! Yes, this is one such place where you could just be yourself. You can just pour your heart out without being judged a little bit.

My dating with this blank page started couple of years ago when I started this blog. This blog of mine has seen my happiness, sorrow, failure, jealously, pride, hatred, broken promises everything. But still when I reach out here, I feel I am being embraced by open arms willing to adore me with all my imperfection.

I have given it too many promises like to clean up the blog posts, to do an amazing makeover of UI and most of all to visit it on a regular basis.

Though I have breached all of this, this wonderful blank page of mine is always open, receptive and showers unconditional love on me.

Yes, we all need a blank page in our lives, it could be a trust worthy person, a small piece of paper, a slate, or your loving blog.

Allow your blank page to pamper you and relive you of your stress and move ahead with joy.

Teach young minds to write, for nothing can substitute a blank page!

My Little Sphere Of Influence

And now the research begins. I could just retract some few years  back when I visited dozens of play school, just to be convinced that my little daughter is with right hands.

I could vividly remember the first day when I was so unsure whether my little one would be taken care properly, standing outside the whole 1 hr. in case, she needed me.

And now here I am looking out for best colleges out there! Again, now worried that she must be with the right peers!

Yes, you heard me right! Right peers! But why am I worried about right peers? After all, these kids are the same age, but why am I worried? I could hardly remember my parents reverberating any of these. Why am I? I am supposed to be in one of the more technologically advanced world than my parents, where everything is available in a click of a button.

Have we got so absorbed in technology that we forgot to cement out relationships with our little ones?

As I walked into the enormous campus of the university, I just remembered the unlimited exposure and the freedom with which it is going to be prescribed.

And now, why has this generation become so vulnerable? is that unrestricted access to technology? Has the technology become a bane? Could we just say and move away blaming on the generation? As parents, we do have a role to play.

Yes, but this role has to be played collectively. It could just be a fire next door now, but soon it will have an effect in ours as well. We cannot attribute everything to the next generation and go away.

It’s time that we all act with definite social responsibilities. It’s time that we befriend our young adults and guide them without expecting anything in return. Lets try and control our sphere of influence and leave the rest, for the universe to take care.

Dedicated to all anxious parents who are worried about their sphere of influence.

 

 

 

Letter From A MOM

It was the final board practicals, the celebration is already in the air. Soon it's time for final exams.As i start to prepare myself to brace it. I could see my little one making plans for future. Always a little one for the MOM's! Time flies.It just seemed yesterday when i held the delicate bundle in my hand. Memories of us playing together with blocks,puzzles,clay and fun time in parks flashed. The day when we bought her the first Tri-cycle,to the First day of her Pre-school,First all-rounder award,First time when she receited Bhagavath Gita,First skating competetion,First music program,i could keep adding on. Our late night movie times with ice creams,fun time in bikes! What all could i add and do away with. Now my little chick is all getting ready to leave the nest,leaving me with lovely memories reverberating every single moment. A part of my mommy-hood refusing to accept and starts to play the protective role,the other practical “me” graciously welcoming the successful future waiting to engulf her! Torn between the two,with fond memories and heavy heart my prayers for my little one will always be to stay happy and healthy. And i will always want her to know, come what may she could always fly back to the nest which is always ready to embrace her with open hands!