Pen, Blog & Diapers

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My daughter is no ordinary girl. She is barely nine months and she loves to read and write already. The other day, she crawled to the farthest side of the bed where my pen, magazine, and journal were idling. She picked up the pen, smiled a defiant smile, and gobbled half of the pen into her tiny mouth and started grazing over it. I held her and forced the pen out of her mouth. Luckily, the pen was intact.

I hurriedly kept her on the bed and started cleaning my beloved pen. This is when I discovered my daughter’s talent for reading. Giggling, stuttering she crawled again to the other end, picked the magazine, stared at the anti-acne ad, and with a single swoop of her right hand split the page into two and started chewing it. I thumped her back and made her spit the page. Then I thanked almighty that it was magazine, not my journal, that she intended to read; for there were things written in it that I didn’t want her to read so soon.

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It is 5:30 in the morning and my both hands are busy at work. With the left I’m rocking the cradle in which my tiny tot is drowsing like a cub; with the right I’m scribbling these words in my daily journal. It is still dark outside and, yes, I’ve not turned on the lights as my cub finds it dauntingly uncomfortable to sleep with the lights on. So I sit close to the cradle, turn on the portable study lamp by my portable writing desk and begin to write.

My entire body is wobbling as my left hand is busy at the cradle; therefore, the fonts of my handwriting resemble an ancient script still hidden beneath the layers of earth. But rocking the cradle I don’t feel any annoyance, and my alien fonts also don’t bother me. The words are slowly pouring into the empty lines.

Day after day I hope for my little one to grow up somewhat faster. I eagerly wait for the day when she would speak to me, express what she feels, and……….. I’ve to switch off the lamp and rock the cradle with both the hands. She has started whining and shifting in the cradle. See you soon.
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6 Priceless Lessons 2014 Taught Me

The year gone by has evaporated like a puff of smoke. When I look back, I see nothing. Therefore, I dust off the walls of my memory and search for what I have gained and what I have lost in the past year. Here I share with you few priceless things I’ve learned in 2014.
Lessons

1. Friendship is an Investment

I like solitude and that makes me vulnerable; I lose friends. Last year I pondered over why I was not good a keeping friends, and I discovered that each friendship is an investment. You need to nurture it; you need to take initiative. I always waited for the other person to take initiative: to call me, send me new year greetings, to remember the important dates. But we all have busy lives, people move on. I have changed this habit now. If my friends are unable to reach me, I reach out to them. And trust me, it makes a huge difference.

2. People Won’t Change for You

The biggest mistake I’ve made in life is hoping others to change and be the way I want them to be; that is, ‘my way or you are wrong’. But this is not how things are. People most of the time don’t change for you. Best way out is to accept them as they are and stay happy.

3. Time is Precious

Office, home, office – time for self is so elusive. I suffocate when I don’t have time for self-expression; i.e., time to read, write, and being on my own. So I have stopped bothering about the hours, rather I take care of the minutes. Ten minutes of reading before I turn off the light to sleep, five minutes of writing while the MS Word file is getting attached to an email. Ten minutes repeated six times makes an hour. This is how I manage my time and I’m happy about it.

4. Creative Life is Best Life

What do you do if you don’t have any hobby? You feel bored and you kill time on petty things, things that don’t matter to you or anyone else, like gossiping. When I indulge myself in a creative work I feel happy and lively. Life then becomes interesting. So I ensure to do something creative everyday: to write something every day, to read at least one page every day. Small efforts in the end make a great difference.

5. Travel to Discover Yourself

We travel to discover ourselves. And I’ve observed that if I stay trapped at a single place for a long time, boredom sets in and the creativity leaps out of window. Last year I could not travel much but this year I have travelling high on my cards.

6. Life is NOT Roses all the Time

Life, the bitch, will always keep you on your toes. It is tough. Sometimes you feel frustrated to the last drop of your blood. But then this is how life is. And I’ve learnt that sometimes accepting things as they are is all that is required of you to be happy.
The following quote by Satish Kumar perfectly captures what I intend to say:

“I’m not interested in any outcome. I’m not interested in any achievement. I’m not trying to get somewhere. I’m not trying to succeed in my life. My life is not about success. My life is about self-realization and fulfillment. And if we seek fulfillment, then we have no stress. If we seek success, we will have stress.”

These were the things I wanted to share with you and I hope you found them useful. Or maybe you had similar experiences too.

Cheers to the Season of Old Monk

If you go out and ask random people you meet on the road, I am confident most of them would prefer winters over the summers. I may be wrong here, but I for one love the winters. Summers…. I don’t like much. Not that I detest them, but the sweating and the harsh heat of the day which confines you to the house is something that I don’t like. Summers pull the mucus out of your throat and abandon you thirsty in want of cold water, not refrigerator cold or mildly cold but ideal cold like that from an earthen pot or sweet water from a freshet. The only thing cheerful about the summers is the ‘Chilled Beer’. Oh, how I adore the smoky taste of a good beer. A bottle of beer relieves you from the stress of the day and recharges the minerals of the body. Of course, being a beer lover I have all the sugary words in favour of it, but, yes, I never drink a bottle after the first one.

Old Monk

I also don’t like autumn as much as I should. Although autumn for most people is insignia of romance, for me it evokes a feeling of melancholy. Not that I feel depressingly sad all the autumn, but when I take a closer look outside the window, my heart feels gloomy. This is because the hills start changing their attire from bright-green to faded-gold, and they resemble the wrinkled face of an old man in his nineties. Watching the leaves fall from the trees is again a sight not so encouraging, for a tree without leaves is like a bald old melancholic man standing in front of your door.

One thing gratifying about the autumn is that it gives way to the winters. And you know winters have arrived not when you dust off your previous year’s moth-eaten woollens but when the large heaps of black clouds come drumming over the roof of your house, and the downpour starts heavily like a battle being fought all around. For few days you hear nothing but the songs of the rain, and the clouds travel low, low, low until you can feel them right outside your window. They become your guest and stay around to amuse you. They cover the surroundings like a magician’s veil before a magic show, and when the merrymaking and the drum-beating is over, they bid farewell to the pointed pine trees and the mountain peaks and leave behind everything painted in white.

Himachal Snow
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Life is different in the winters. Anything you touch leaves on you a cold, romantic sensation. The days become shorter and the nights allow you to sleep needlessly more under the soft, cosy quilts. In the morning you step out of the warmth with a heavy heart and start the day in a haste looking to complete your chores before the dark falls; and who knows the brigade of the black clouds might be marching towards you anytime soon.

As the dark sets in, you move into the warmth of the house to sit around the fire or a heater and munch popcorn, jaggery biscuits, and sip hot tea. Or if you are like me, you pick a mug of hot water and move into the solitary corners of the house and sit by a window and drain a bottle of ‘Old Monk’ to fill a glass and say cheers to the winters and burn your throat……

The Free Luxuries of Life

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Life’s luxury is to wake up in the morning, open the curtains, and witness the mountains turning white with the snow.
Life’s luxury is to be woken up by the chirping of BulBuls, Koels, and the Crows.
Life’s luxury is to open the window and feel a gush of fresh, cold air on your face.
Life’s luxury is to have a tall Poplar tree in the open space.
Life’s luxury is to have a stream of fresh, sweet mountain water near your house.
Life’s luxury is to have a garden, where you could grow lilies, cucumbers & the herbs.
Life’s luxury is to witness the sunrise by one window, and the sunset by the other.
Life’s luxury is to witness the Yellow, Pink, Red and Orange colours of the late hour.
Life’s luxury is to watch the shooting stars, the shape of the moon, and count the constellations in the sky.
Life’s luxury is to sleep in your cozy warm blanket, with a hope that tomorrow will be a blessing again.