Thursday, September 11, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Papa....why did u have to go away when mom and me needed u the most........u wudnt have stood by and watched even if i asked u too.....i wish i cud just run into ur arms and dump all my fears and insecurities into the warmth of ur hug.....i feel so lonely, so alone.........
Are u upset with me, of how i have let circumstances get the better of me, people get the better of me......upset with me coz I didnt come out to see u when they brought u from the hospital......upset coz instead of being by ur side and having the courage to hold ur hand, I ran away from the hospital terrified that the next announcement on the microphone cud be calling the attendant for bed number 13.......u knew i had no-one to fall back on..........
i miss ur hugs, i miss the kushti..............feeling totally lost and deserted.......
will i ever have the strength to rise above my insecurities, and put my foot down for what is right.......? Main kya karoon papa.....
Friday, August 15, 2008
It is one thing to not have a soulmate, and quite another to be hanging somewhere between having and not having......
Is it too much to ask for....to have a hand to hold when u are feeling blue, a shoulder to cry on.....to be secure in knowing that u mean at least something to the one is supposed to be mean the world to you.......
Friday, August 08, 2008
Lots of years ago, one of my friends was once in a big mess, and was really really down in the dumps.....There was nothing i cud do or say to help.....
We used to be colleagues back then, and she used to sit right next to me....
One day, while sifting through cards at archies, I came across one that had a beautiful message on it. It was something I felt like saying to her and for her to always be reminded of. Giving the card to her wouldn't take care of the second part, so I just bought it and pinned it at my desk :)
A couple of years passed and things thankfully got sorted out for her. But the card always remained at my desk (until some time back when i switched jobs)". This is what it had to say -
As children bring their broken toys
With tears for us to mend,
I brought my broken dreams to God
Because He was my friend.
But then instead of leaving Him in peace to work alone,
I hung around,
And tried to help with ways that were my own.
At last I snatched them back and cried: "How can you be so slow?"
"My child," He said,
"What could I do........ you never did let go"
So let go, when all else fails, place your trust in god and leave the rest to him
Sunday, August 03, 2008
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Each of us has a hidden place somewhere deep within our hearts;
A place where we go to get away, to think things through,
To be alone, to be ourselves
This unique place, where we confront our deepest feelings,
Becomes a storehouse of all our hopes, all our needs, all our dreams, and even our unspoken fears.
It encompasses the essence of who we are and what we want to be.
But now and then, whether by chance or design,
someone discovers a way into that place we thought was ours alone
And we allow that person to see, to feel and to share
All the reason, all the uncertainty
And all the emotion we've stored in there
That person adds a new perspective to our hidden realm,
Then quietly settles down in his own corner of our special place,
Where a bit of himself will stay forever
And we call that person............. a friend
Also worth reading is Autumn Leaves
Thursday, October 05, 2006
It has become a sort of routine/ ritual for me :)....it's almost like saying "hi, whats up, howz life" to all your friends every morning
It never ceases to amaze me how technology is continually making the world a smaller place
par aisa bhi hai ke zindagi ki afra tafri mein apnon se mann ke baat kehne ka ya unke mann ki baat sunne ka samay shayad hum kahin kho chuke hai