Happy Birthday to you my dearest

24th May 2012. It was around this time, that I first laid my eyes on you. Since then, you have been my  most special. Those round, clear eyes.. Red cheeks and soft hands and legs with fingers that showed promises of growing long. I knew right then that you’d be the star wherever you were and I wasnt wrong about you stealing hearts wherever you went. At just one, you already are. You were born to be special. You always were and will always be special.

Your parents were my special two before you came along. For me, you were special at first sight. My first born will always be my second child. I may not see you quite often but you will always be in my thoughts and prayers.

And above all, there is one truth you should know. It is after I laid my eyes on you for the first time that I realised what I wanted from life. It was the one thing that made me get back to life. Thank you for coming into my life and changing it the way you did. No matter what, I will always love you. Always. Period.

Happy Birthday to my most special one.

Happy Birthday Lilian.

May you be blessed with the best that life can offer.

May you grow into a fine, independent and bold woman like your mother.

May you have the charm and humility like your father.

May you have an abundance of happiness and the strength to face life in all its magnitude.

May you live your life in all its glory.

These are my wishes for you, today and everyday.

Mayonnaise Jar and Two Beers :)

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 Beers . 

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous ‘yes.’

The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

‘Now,’ said the professor as the laughter subsided, ‘I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things—your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions—and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.

The sand is everything else—the small stuff. ‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’ he continued, ‘there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

‘Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.. Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first—the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.’

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented. The professor smiled and said, ‘I’m glad you asked.’  The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of Beers with a friend.’

Love Bits-3

100 days ago he walked into my life with an ease that only he is capable of! The first time we met, he made me wait for 45 minutes! I would have called it quits but the man really bowled me over with his apologetic smile:).After 3 meetings and hours of talk, I know he is the best thing to happen to me. We have been counting each day from the day we decided to spend our lives together and with each passing day, we have realized how difficult it is to stay apart from each other.

The best thing about being opposites is that you make up for each other’s shortcomings… you may not always double each other’s best, but you may nullify each other’s worst !! What probably got us together was that we realized that both of us are equally crazy in our own ways..and then we got comfortable and found a friend in each other…and later accepted each other for life !! and the fun continues…the fights continue…n ofcourse, thats not all !

That’s the story so far…and we look forward to a beautiful life ahead in 100 days!

As Khalil Gibran wrote:

Love one another, but make not a bond of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup, but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread, but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone.
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together.
For the pillars of the temple stand apart.
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.

I chose to forgive

Disclaimer- People will think I am an arrogant b*$#h when they read this, but you should know that I saw that old but famous Avenger Ad and this post has kinda sprung from there . Now you may read in peace without being too judgmental.

I forgive my well-wishers who in the process of making me feel nice, seems to be doing just the opposite.

I forgive my teachers. For thinking I was “wrong”, because I wasn’t what they wanted me to be.

I forgive the institutions( school. colleges). For the loss of time I didn’t deserve.

I forgive my family. For not listening to me when I wanted them to.

I forgive those who hurt me. For the tears I cried and for the pain they made me go through.

I forgive the once friends. For not sticking around long enough.

I forgive the forgotten crush infatuation love period. For teaching me about life.

I forgive my past. Only because my present is looking good.

I forgive them all. Because … I am God.

Ofcourse I am not god! Not even Bruce Almighty! But I am me:) Sooo great news. I have arrived, finally. Or I seem to have finally realised that I have arrived! I just got a call from a really great company- they offered me a profile I think would have  let me have a lot of fun, but Yes, I chose to not take it. I chose to just spend time with family for the next two months.  I CHOSE to stick with learning psychology inspite of knowing that I would not be honoured among the gang of doctors and engineers. I CHOSE to give up an cushiony  MNC  job to do something I didnt want to. I CHOSE to not do my MBA in a lame B school because I had had enough mediocrity in my life. And I CHOSE to give up yet another cushiony job to get married and be with my husband. I CHOSE to be jobless iwhen the world was full of opportunities. I CHOSE  to live my dreams. I CHOSE to hope. I CHOSE not to have maverick plans and follow them. I chose to not have a concept of a career, but just fun jobs that pay me well. I made the choices. I have made more mistakes than not, cried and gotten angry. I have never regretted decisions. I have forgiven and forgotten.   I chose this life. And I am proud.

This is me.

Khwabon ki dehleezein, kadmo ko aab mere, hai chumati Aahhhaaaaaa

Pehle tha mein peeche Yeh duniya aab peeche hai ghumathi Aaahhhaaaaa

Main kya hoon Main kya yeh batlau

Main woh hun Jo chahun woh pau

Main khud se hi vaade nibhaun

Main woh hun Jo chahun woh pau-

                      Main Kya Hoon, Artiste – KK, Album – Love Aaj Kal

Fatal Attraction

I breathed each drop of you

Off my finger tips

off the palm of my hand

Each breath a whiff of fresh

I breathed and I breathed ever more

Until the last drop ran out

I smiled, satiated

Knowing I will get no more.

I think its when I read this poem that I at least unconsciously began to realize the obsessive nature in me. I cling to people like a leech and if I am pulled out, i get breathless and I start sweating and gradually, little by little perish away.

Like management gurus and philosophers say, realizing something is half the part to correction(or something on those lines). SO yeah, I chose to not be the leech. I am going to do things my way and not let anything or anyone be my reason to be happy except my own self! I will have a symbiotic relationship with everybody!

Its a monday morning people, I am allowed to be grouchy right!

P.S- I just realized that there is a movie by the same name.

The Other M

THe workplace doesnt seem like the old place anymore. Not with you missing. I still see the same people every morning, still smile at all of them but you aren’t around so I cant give my special smile. We were college mates( at least for a year) and never knew of each others existence! We have met at countless instances and still not been aware of each other. Its weird. Its funny how we became such thick friends in just a year. Not saying much. Just that I miss you.

The pulling each others’ legs o’er each thing small or big,

The lifting up spirits when one is down,

The going together for a nibble or a loo break

& trying to wipe off each others’ frown.

The begging for treats on every occasion,

The planning to go to the gym or was it swimming or both?

The “detailed discussions” of the future,

All the while sitting around in the sauna!!

The notions to do something different,

The super bitching sessions about the boss n office

The decisions to watch a movie or not to,

The unlimited hours of gossip,

The kind words of encouragement.

The long talks over the walks n workouts

ALL the messages

All these things–& more,

May seem to last just a while.

But the moments are PRICELESS,

Addicted

Happiness is addictive. Or so I like to believe. I think its also contagious. Like if people around you are happy, then maybe you become happy too.  So right now I am happy and am on the road to becoming happiest pretty soon. I  am happy and most of the people around me are also happy. Ok I am using the word happy one too many times. I gotta tell you things that are nice to hear and probably the reasons why I am so elated..

…..Mangu(The other M) is getting married in ten days and am super excited for her. Them.

…..Div is carrying and is due in November.

……Captain n Anju are also tying the knot soon. Babs and nandu are getting engaged in September. And so is another friend, Manu.

……All of us together will be starting our wedding shopping soon, hopefully.

……Das is happy because I am smiling all the time and singing and dancing all over the house.

……I am excited coz my own room might just be turing into a reality pretty soon.

……I’ll finally be meeting Deeps after a gap of 6 years!

……Joeeey is back in town and suddenly there seems to be a lot of things to do here!

……I have officially resigned and am looking forward to enjoying the Monsoon with loads of cups of hot piping tea. Finally.

……I start wedding shopping soon. Shopping! Such bliss and contentment.

……Old friends. New Friends. Reunions and more.

……A friend i thought I might never see for a long time is coming for M’s wedding. Or so I hear.

……I have begun to work out again and am feeling good about it.

……And then last but not least, except Whats App everything else that makes me happy is free! Hugs, inside jokes, friends, kisses, long walks, sleep, laughter, family and good memories.

P.S- I am addicted to happiness! Please touch wood.