at the vast beautiful sea that lay across
befitting his huge bungalow.
at the path below with a beggar in tattered clothes
and a child snug happily in his arms.
at the smile on the child’s face
unaware of what lay ahead and unmindful of the storms
that may befall.
at the pot on the fire inviting to feed a hungry belly,
and an aroma that could belittle a star kitchen.
at the woman who was pouring her love into the plate
to feed her family.
at the man’s empty bowl and a heart filled with content.
at the rooms filled with precious decor
but holding a big void
at all the worldly treasures the beggar embraced
while he was left with the poverty of near and dear ones
begging all alone.
at the beggar within and out
at the contrast that was LIFE
at the vast beautiful sea from his huge bungalow
The above quote seems appropriate to the poem I have penned down here….
A conflict that goes on
Day in and day out,
The war within never ceases
And intensifies with every bout
Times when YES replaces the NO,
Even when the mind finds it difficult to bow
Oh! Cease the war ! Let Peace reside
Pleads the Heart every time
Rebel! Rebel! says the inner voice,
Stay Calm shouts the mind instead
Questions become noisier
and the answers are silent
Pain leaving its presence each time
And the Heart taking it all in stride,
Blow after blow the soul bleeds
Awaiting the Darkness of War to end,
Peace! PEACE!! PEACE!!! Within
The DAWN of soulful awakening…
It has been a week since the dawn of the New Year 2017!
This New year began with the news and debates everywhere on the molestation of women on New Year’s Eve in India. There was pain, anger, hatred and a sense of shame on what was being shown and with regards to the thoughts, that poured in from all across the social strata, in the media thereafter.
Amidst this chaos sprang these few lines…perhaps a resolve for every Body and Soul!
Let me be the shade for any sun
Let me be the shield against the gun,
Let me be the umbrella that shelters the pouring rains
Let me be the balm to soothe the pains,
Let me be the warmth to protect from the chilly winter
Let me be the voice for those who falter,
Let me be the hand to guide the lost
Let me be the ear that listens to the most,
Let me be the good amongst the bad
Let me be the smile to console the sad,
Let me be the food for someone’s hunger
Let me be the Peace for all the anger,
Let me be the rare gem to find
Let me be the HUMAN for all the mankind,
Let me be the sane amongst all the madness
Let me be just ‘ME’ with all my strengths and weakness.
WISHING EVERYONE A VERY HAPPY READING YEAR AHEAD..– Medha
It seems like just a couple of days back when I was struggling on the internet to find the right platform to blog. Writing was neither my forte nor passion but I felt I could try it out and learn along the way.
And so, after doing my own bit of research, I finally singled out WORDPRESS as my blogging pad. My affair had just begun. I was loving every bit of this creative affair of BLOGGING.
It was the elaborate assistance WordPress provided that made it easy for a newbie like me to not only have a website of my own but also have the creative freedom to design it! Yes, it was indeed exciting from the word go!
Though I did not have any computing background and was just a user of computer, I found it interesting as I saw my website being develop and unravel itself on day to day basis. The different themes provided, the various menus that could be assigned and the easy widget features that could be customized gave it a personal touch with the professional aid of WordPress.
As I was patting my own back and being happy at what I had developed and designed, I realised I had to give it a title. What should it be? What was my blog going to be about? I had the least thought of what would I be blogging about. I got my cells working and it was not a ‘Eureka’ moment but somewhat similar as I had decided the title and what was my blog was going to be: ‘IDEALOGUE’.. Sharing ideas and having a dialogue.
And so, the next episode of my affair, that of writing the content that would form my blog, began. I sat down and wrote it in just 15 mins. and then read it again to check for any grammatical error. Like a child, who is eager to show his first writing, even I was restless to see my blog published.
I took my laptop and started typing and soon realized that my speed of writing and thinking outdid my speed of typing!!I was struggling to find the ‘i’, the ‘o’, the ‘t’, the ‘h’ and every other letter on my keyboard. It was like learning ABC again!! And so after struggling for an hour or so my write-up was ready to be published! I HIT the Publish button and then previewed it. ‘Well done, girl’ was my self-appreciation as I saw the first gift of my affair, the BLOG POST and the WEBSITE, that was presented to me.
‘Not bad for a beginner‘, I thought. With each passing day, then on, I have been into this affair with encouragement and guidance from family, friends and fellow bloggers, many from across the world, with whom I have connected only due to this affair.
This YEAR old affair definitely was a learning and enriching experience and hope it continues to bloom into a beautiful relationship with all those reading it, giving their suggestions, inputs and guidance along with appreciation to make it an affair to remember:-)!!!
Looking forward from all those who are reading….-Medha
It was a beautiful, pleasant, cool breezy evening as she was taking her usual stroll in the park close to her housing society. Keeping pace with her heart beats, she was enjoying every moment of her hourly brisk walk. Manavi liked observing people and the nature around while walking.
The birds on the large Peltoforum trees, hopping from one branch to other and making tweeting sound as they hopped. ‘Perhaps, it was the mother bird calling her kids at home as the sun was setting’, Manavi laughed at the thought that flashed her mind at that instant. The leaves on the trees swaying slowly with the breeze and the birds resting in its warm comforts one by one.
A small sparrow, with its greyish brown feathers, was hopping in the grass-lawn, picking at the insects that had made their homes within. ‘It was her dinner time for sure and she must be happy’, Manavi reasoned with her brisk steps.
The park was full of elderly people, few chatting and singing songs from old classic movies of their yesteryear while few taking their walks with walking sticks in hand, some with a helpful servant doing the needful to help them take the seemingly easy but difficult step forward as they struggled with the body muscle co-ordination.
There was a sparkle in these elderly eyes, the sparkle that came from facing life with all its challenges, the sparkle of experiencing all the ups and downs that life posed before them. Each face had a story of its own that could be reflected from the wrinkles and lines on their faces, the white hair that peeped in between the black tresses or just outlined the bald heads in few senior men while in ladies it was the smooth skin tone and shine that brought the beauty in them without the need of any make-up.
“Grandpa, shall I jump?”, a 5 years old kid was asking his old yet fit grandfather and before the elderly could reply the child had jumped from the swing. The kid had just bruised himself a little on the knee and started weeping. The Grandpa picked him up and removed a clean white handkerchief to clean the mud on his knee and said, “Come on don’t cry, its nothing, you are fine. Come let us go on the slide”. The child was soon running after the assurance from his grandpa and smiling as he came sliding down from the slide. The lesson of ‘forgetting things that cause pain’ taught by the grandson to his grandfather and the child learning that ‘elders are always there to pick you up and support you whenever you fall’. Smiling at this thought, Manavi observed a couple of young teenage boys and girls laughing, each with their heads bent on the smart phone in their hands.
They were laughing at the jokes that were being shared across the social media about the two major republics of the world-USA and India. Each one taken by surprise in a day’s time-one with its election results and one with its currency, resulting in debates and counter debates, charges and counter charges, hopes and fears.
As the lights in the park turned on, Manavi looked at her watch it was the last lap of her round of brisk walk before she went home recharged with the collection of the all glimpses that were displayed before her in the short hour with herself. She was thankful as they always enriched her and made her forget all the worries that would otherwise occupy her mind.
“Yes, walking done”, Manavi replied to her friend, who had just entered the park with her 3 months old baby in the pram. Giving a smile to the baby and receiving an innocent and rejuvenating one in return, Manavi walked her way home eagerly awaiting the glimpses that would be offered the next day…
A few days back we had the World Heart Day. And there were messages everywhere in papers, internet, mails and chats. These messages may have been read by some and perhaps they may have resolved to take care of this little ticking organ in our body, the HEART. Many may have just ignored them thinking “OH! I am too young for anything to happen to my heart” while few others may have felt “They are just exaggerating a bit too much on HEART just because it is World Heart Day”.
Anyway, ‘to each his own’, but I surely felt the need to take of my Heart and hence my health after having experienced some sad and depressed moments in the family 8 years back. We had a sudden loss and untimely deaths of our near ones due to heart attack and that is when I felt that we take this little but most important organ of our body, the HEART, too much for granted and neglect it so often.
The first initiative taken by me was to have all my tests done. I passed them all with flying colors but had a slight issue with weight as I had kept aside no time for myself and devoted all of it in household chores and family. I was told that I needed to loose some weight in order to remain healthy.
*Staying Active: Have a routine exercise plan and follow it regularly on daily basis: walking, swimming, aerobics or yoga whichever suits you. The need to join a gym along with this can be optional. I do walking and yoga apart from the regular household work, like sweeping and mopping the floor(not to mention running around kids), which are also good exercises for our body. This has helped me stay active.
*Eating BETTER: Eat in small portions at a regular interval. I have been following the age old concept of eating lots of fruits and vegetables (raw and cooked, in both forms). I had to leave sweets, of all sorts that contained sugar, as Diabetes forms a part of our family medical history.
*Drinking lots of water is what I have been strictly following since childhood and so I feel energetic all the time.
*Healthy Breakfast or Snack: I do not have to just take care of myself and my husband but also my two kids and always have to try and find healthier options for them to eat as snacks or during breakfast as against the ‘two-minute instant noodle junk’ they like eating. That is when my search led me to ‘SAFFOLA OATS’. These ready to cook oats have not only provided a healthier option for my kids but also tastier with different flavors’ to suit their tastes. It has become a part of our breakfast and snack routine apart from items like poha, upma, idli dosa.
The variation of having plain SAFFOLA OATS with milk with strawberry or chocolate syrup has made it a favorite breakfast apart from the spicy ready to cook oats. I also make ‘SAFFOLA OATS tikkis’, by blending it with mashed potatoes and adding spices, as a variation sometimes and it is a much loved snack to compliment the rainy weather outside.
*A routine check up at regular intervals will definitely be a boost in taking the right steps at the right time and go a long way in maintaining good health.
I think a mother not only needs to take care of HER HEART but also of the entire family. I think when it is said that ‘Mother is the Heart of the house‘, it is hard time that all women take care to ensure the health of their HEART and eventually their entire family.
And to conclude this post, let us all keep this equation in mind:
‘HEALTHY HEART = HEALTHY BODY = HAPPINESS’. Have a HAPPY HEARTY DAY!
“TO READ and WHAT TO READ?” that is the question. Yes this quote has been inspired by the famous opening phrase of a soliloquy “To be or not to be…” in the “Nunnery Scene” of William Shakespeare‘s play Hamlet.
This question takes prominence as I enter the small bookshop, at the centre of a row of shops, in the hustle bustle of a shopping complex in our locality. It is a small place with books lined up all around the walls, neatly arranged topic-wise and author-wise. The interiors with wooden cupboards and wooden flooring, accompanied by a perfect yellow lighting to match, are welcoming. A person like me would spend hours shuffling through books and breathing the aroma of newly printed copies that envelope the cool air coming from the air-conditioning vents. I always refrain from doing so and remind myself that I have many chores to attend to now than I would previously ,when I was all by myself, as a student.
I clearly recollect my school days when we had a time allocated in our primary classes allotted to ‘R.R’ or ‘RAPID READING’ in our timetable of school. During this time we were supposed to read books like Gulliver’s Travels, Oliver Twist or read out poems from poetry books which were part of our curricular books and subscribed by the school as per the grade in which we were studying.
This period of ‘R.R’ was what we looked forward to, as we would be reading books and not writing as required for other subjects. Though, at times, this period was taken over by other subject teachers, in case they needed to complete their syllabus, and we were deprived of Rapid reading. As we went in higher grades, this time was set aside as ‘LIBRARY’. This is when we got a book, out of the various books kept in our library, to take home for a week and read it. It was a bonus to have them home and sometimes if we finished reading it soon we would exchange them with those of our friends’ and so have the credit of reading two books in a week. I feel the seeds, and later on the habit, of reading rather good reading (‘good’- suggestive of both meaningful and literary) were sown in these years not only by my school but also by my parents.
I do not recollect but my mother used to recall that I used to read a small book, having a Russian story, translated in English and had one or two words each on a page and easy enough for a three year old to read. I had read it so many times that I had the whole book by heart word by word from the front cover to the back-cover, which featured the name of the Russian writer. I would narrate it entirely without a halt- beginning at the story name and ending at the last page with the author’s name.
As our vocabulary and sense of languages grew we started reading books in Marathi(being our mother tongue we had many Marathi books) and Hindi too, apart from English. We soon had books like ‘Isapniti’(Tales of Aesop), ‘Panchatantra’, Tarzan Marathi book Series(1-10,), Gotya(Part 1-5,N.D.Tamhankar), Ramayan, Mahabharat, Tales Of Tenali Raman, Akbar Birbal stories. Also books by well known authors like P. L Deshpande, V.P.Kale, Shanta Shelke started forming part of our library. Chandoba ,Chandamama, Tinkle, Amar Chitra Katha, Chacha Choudhary were like our casual friends. Later on books like Archies, Secret Seven,Famous Five(Enid Blyton), Agatha Christie took prominence as there was this teenage excitement about mystery books and college fun.
In college, though studies and practical took most our time yet books related to Science, Management and Autobiographies formed a part of our reading. Our parents gave us the best books that they could buy at every stage of our student phase and not just one or two but at least half a dozen each time they bought.
And so with this love created within me I always have a tough time selecting books as I always feel I should read and own all the books! I quickly pick up three books one for me and two for my little kids and answer the above dilemma preoccupying my thoughts. Hence continues my journey, in which I am now accompanied by my two kids and husband, exploring books and enjoying the adventure along!!!HAPPY READING …until next time!!