Happy Hour ... and Me

Have you seen someone walking on a rope and balancing their way through? Well, I was very amused when I saw it the first time and still continue to be. Its skill of maintaining balance   and using a balancing tool to be centered. According to me now, that summarizes life. Its always about striking the balance . We are either walking the rope and a plank whose width changes as per situations we encounter making the act of being centered either easy or challenging. At 2016 ends, right now I feel pull in different directions or rather the feeling of being torn between competing desires. Relationship v/s freedom . My dreams v/s someone else’s dreams and happiness. Shall I uproot what seems stable to venture into unknown territories? How do I know if I love or hate something unless I try it?  Will I be able to discard dreams and stay happy When driving home after thanksgiving ceremony, the husband and I were wondering that does it take a crisis to see how out of sync things

Sis-in law  "Dada I am going to Europe" Dada whose listening capacity is diminishing by the day "What!!" Loud enough that the neighbors can hear it  " I am going to Europe". Dada "Where??" Pretty much screaming into his ears "Europe Dada.  Europe " Still clueless.  My 2 year also decides to  chime in with little effect and some other family members come to rescue. Me "Please say it like a gujju." "U rope Dada" Dada "Where?  Surat?" Now hopeful and Louder "U ROPE,  U ROPE" Dada " U ROPE? When?  " Woo-hoo!!! Bingo!!   Once a desi, always a desi either by force or choice or hearing capacities.

This one is a time travel as I am going to pick up this one episode from the life. It was my birthday 17th or 18th may be. It was a time when Facebook didn't remind people about your birthday and also there weren't mobile phones.  In order words if you wanted to wish, you actually had to call. I would spend hours by the phone and it felt much better than having 1000 odd messages on my wall. So this one was pretty much going the same way until someone rang the door bell. When I opened,  I had a bouquet of beautiful flowers waiting for me. Oh happy me! Here is when the fun began,  we didn't know who it was from!!  There was no name.  A birthday wish. If hash tags existed then that moment would read as this #Secret admirer#MeReally#!!!! #visiblyshockedparentswhodidn'tknowho2react!!!#topoftheworld#sofullofme A decade has come and gone by with fabulous birthdays in it. But this one I'll always remember as this was the first time I knew I was person of interest.  Ev

Never forget what you are.. .. Because rest of the world will not Wear it like an armour and it can never be used to hurt you Game of thrones

A relationship is like a house.  When a light bulb burns out you do not go & buy a new house. You fix the light bulb.

Tuesday, 31st May 2016, at 6.10 pm, I was walking my husband’s grandfather Dada into the ICCU. We knew what was around the corner and he wanted to say bye one more time, while I wanted to be with him. Just then my husband came out and softly announced that she’s gone. Dada and I continued moving inside the ICCU, when we saw her. She was peaceful and seemed like she was in deep slumber.It was display on the monitor that conveyed a different message. “Wait for me in Vraj (Heaven), I'll join you soon” he said touching her softly and just like that companionship of more than 6 decades ended. 'Ben' as she was lovingly addressed, was my husband’s grandmother. She lived a full 80 years and nurtured 4 generations. I had this opportunity to share few words during her prayer meeting and here is what I said, well almost because emotions said few other things. We all lost a wonderful lady. No matter how hard I try, I can never do justice to what talk about her