Bhaia

Well god just knows it all…He knows people who can understand you …and he always makes it a point to keep them close to you. I didn’t have any brother …and I actually yearned for one …{It was like my kindergarten friends Soma and Asha had brothers…so I needed one too}…Not that I didn’t love having my sister around ..But I just wanted one...So how could God not fulfill my wish …So he gave me a brother .Yes, last year Sujit bhaia became a part of the family … {He is my brother in law}…But you see we never started off on the right note that’s because we both loved one person immensely {That’s my sister} and we succumbed to series of ego clashes.”My sister is mine …and how can someone take her away from me…I actually saw him as a threat “…so both had a cold war for sometime …!.But it was around February this year that we actually spent time as a family …and seriously now when I look up to the days …when I thought he hates me I feel so kiddish!..
He is a gem of a person caring, affectionate, and fun to be around and I seriously know that he loves me lot...There are times I think he is the only person who understands my situation. {Coz he really does}.For me he is just a phone call away “I just need to say that ….I need this ... and within minutes he could get it for me “… It took some time but he is an important link in our family. Well my mama loves him so much …that 24*7 …You see her chanting “sujit chalisa” {As I call it ..}And thanx for the MNG bag bhaia without your aid I could never have got it :P. He is just awesome ….otherwise you...Wouldn’t find so many people loving him …From my brother in law he transcended to be my brother !

saMa

I have this habit of writing about things and people close to my heart! And how could I miss out on such a beautiful facet of my heart. Yes one of the most striking facade of my life is my Sister. All my growing up years I have always wanted to be like her .Because she was just right! For our parents she is the best, for her husband a loving wife and for me my guiding light. She is so good at everything whether dance, creative writing, and paintings to sports she is always at the finest.

On top of that she is practical, realistic and the responsible one. Its just little things about her that made such a huge difference in my life .She has been more of a mother than a sister the sense of possessiveness, the compassionate attitude have always taken me through the tuff times. I look back at the period when I would be feeling “just down in the dumps” and she would just call me out of nowhere to let me know how much she is missing me and how much she loves me. I have never seemed to realize this relationship that we share she would know it even when we wouldn’t talk on a regular basis. How can I be so sanctified to have people who would understand me so well?
But that’s not the end to it we do share a portion of “sibling rivalry” as well … as kids she would always cook me delicious food. Then she would emotionally blackmail me to do her work yaa cleaning her wardrobe and the room....... poor me..! I hardly knew how to cook and would simply fall prey to the bargain of a nice dish over wardrobe cleaning. She was perfect at these blackmails as well; with her angelic smile and raised eyebrows she would end of winning. How I hated it …all my new clothes and accessories she would use them first ...because she still believes that she is the elder one therefore has right over everything first. So I get to wear all my clothes “second handed” as I call them. You can see what I have gone through.... But that has all been transformed to love these days “It’s like only she can fight with me, If any one else does it …, mind it he would be dead”. Dare someone looks at me or touches me she wouldn’t really spare him!
All my growing up years Sama is what I called her… no didi..Or jiji …now when I think……… I revere her as ma mother could I call her anything other than saMa her name had the word Ma in it.

I have always admired her ...for her enthusiasm to make a difference to people ... She is a focused lady who knows what she wants....!..A marvelous person who is loved by all...!!!.
Love you so much saMa !!! Be there for me always!

Sharpened Pencil

Why am I feeling this… my mind is so mystified …Why things that seemed so right at one point of time? Baffles me now. ~ How many times have I actually tried to be that sharpened pencil? The one that is the perfect blend of simplicity and excellence. But still he says I need to better myself because he wants the best! I have tried hard enough, I still do to do the things the way he wants, the way he want me to conduct myself, the way he wants me to converse, but that’s not me. Seriously that’s not me. The little tiny things that I thought were part of me… the true essence of my personality he thinks should have melted with years! I should have been someone different by now …Is he right?
The voice within me answers back Yes may be …He has always been the one who knows it all …He just seems to do things so perfectly! But I struggle to balance myself and the food in a restaurant! How I hate those high heels and would kick them off whenever I got an occasion. How much I loved walking bare foot on grasses! How much I loved dancing to the tunes of the rain …But that’s not what I am supposed to be doing…I am a girl of 23 I shouldn’t be doing that! I should be poised and complete role replica for the kids around me not to be a kid myself! So I feel I am loosing out some part of me!
But being with him has actually made the big difference…its made me a better person, I have learnt so much in order to give him my best I would just travel that extra mile for him which I would have lovingly procrastinated otherwise. He taught me to love myself, He created in me a sense of pride that I should have for myself, and He taught me that the world looks up to those who believe in themselves .He made me love my present, forget my past and be assured about my future.
So, what am I complaining about….????? The fact that he always wants the best…No he actually made me what I always dreamt of being but could never make myself do all that! He has been with me through the most difficult times and even promises to be with me forever …He is the one who gives me strength to face the world … He is harsh sometimes because he knows that if sharpened this Pencil would be near to best! Even the most brilliantly shinning diamond has to pass through the sharpest cuts isn’t that what gives it the beautiful luster! So, I am right very right! He is the Perfect one for me! And I am his not so perfect one! (You see I am still trying to better myself!)

Love is not about finding that guy who can love you for what you are. But someone who can make you what you always wanted to be…Its someone who knows your flaws asks you to clear it off but still loves you even when you have done a mistake for a 100th time. So as the story goes God just knows it all he blends two dissimilar people together and he just knows they would be the finest together!♥

Ma

With this entire buzz that Mother’s day is around the corner…It actually made me think! What shall I gift my” maama”. Then my thoughts answered back …NOTHING…SIMPLY NOTHING!.It did shock me immensely but…….

God just blessed my mother with the power of giving…not me...I cannot give her back anything.

Little did I realize that She shaped me…gave me my identity.Refined my qualities and just made me what I am today…which essentially means I am nothing without her. …

Can I return back all that to her..?.No...

Can I Compensate for the little sacrifices that she made every day to get the best out of me!? No...

Can I give back to her the 22 years that she spent on me …..? No…

Then how can a person just keep on giving without expecting anything out of me...

Oh how I hated when I would be taken to the dance lessions after school or the music lessions and then go back and again made to complete mah homework for the day. Aaaaa …I simply hated it and never did I realize why …why …Mama why are you doing this to me! Now when someone compliments me on mah dance moves “I am like Kudos...to my mama and her persistence that she went with me for the dance lessions”.I learnt it all but she was always there standing in the corner watching me..When I won a part of her was the winner...And it really made her happy …When I lost...She would be there with open arms...And say...”I Know my child is the best …and there’s always a next time...And this time we shall both work harder to make it happen”..!

My teenage years were fabulous cz mama became a friend. She had always been the first person I discussed my childhood fantasy...my dreams of making it big...my school gossips… my crushes…and my bf…(ya she was the first one to know ).But now she was a real friend..Cz..She didn’t shout back at me like I did…(I did take out all my frustrations and pent up anger on her).I Know that’s bad but everyone does it…She heard all that patiently cz I was never scared to share whatever I did..And I knew she would understand...And she did! .From saris to secrets we discuss everything…..

Aww those little fights that we have over chocolates; mama is very fond of chocolates and she is really bugging sometimes cz she always wants the bigger share! (A True friend indeed)

When I moved to London she would always call me every 2 hrs I know that’s hilarious but ya she did...aaa.hw many times I would shout at her and cut the phone saying “I am bzee mama “.But no that wouldn’t calm her down …she would again call back 2 hrs later to see if my work has been done and I am happy or not?.Her concern always brought a smile on my face …”How lovely even if I hang up.she would call me back…without being angry “!

She loves me because I am ME...And that feeling is so great!

Now when I am transcending to be a lady …I want to be so much like her…But will I be able to do that what she did for me …No I don’t think I can be as awesome as her…She is truly a gem of a person!Theres so much about her ..That I can simply keep on writing…

I am so very blessed to have her in my life …

Mama I love you…♥….Muaaaaaah …and a big *teady bear hug* for u…♥

“Ur friend “Lekhu….

Life!

Life has several connotations and utilities for human beings. When god uncovered such a fragile entity what would have been his reaction? Did his calls of “eureka “, “eureka”, bombard the cosmos? Well God must not have been that modest to neglect the whimsical sense of pride. After all it was an endeavor which was about to change his long list of creative productions.
Life for me encompasses every ambit of my mere existence, and for its sustenance I need to be equipped with adequate resources ;so as to showcase my finest talents which are deeply ingrained within my “self –mask”.

Then how can GOD be that flexible in approach to vest the reigns of my life in another meager human being? My indication in this regard is towards those authoritarian figures that maneuver our life’s during the most critical segment, i.e. "Our Childhood”. What if they commit an error in the execution of such a job? Wont that ruin our lives forever ! When our parents are bestowed with the opportunity to decide on our behalf, shouldn’t they make the maximum exploitation of their resources so as to provide us with the best forum for our enhancement?
Aren't they selfish with regard to the career decision that we take? Don’t they even try to regulate and take control of our life?

Our life is important for us – So only we can realize its worth .So why can’t we lead our life on our own terms, deciding upon every aspect of our endurance; So that our life and its every faculty will be ours. We take the responsibilities for our mistakes and delight in our achievements. I know this reflects the perfect reiteration of the individualistic ideology. But that would have been never an issue if every child would have been benefited by the decision taken by his parents and teachers.

So before we take a decision on someone else’s life we should be a bit compassionate to ask for the other person’s views. If parents and their autocratic mannerisms continue. Then we shall be blessed with a generation who have lost the faculty to decide for themselves and are left with a catastrophe.(I wouldn’t dare to call that life!)