Who has sowed the mystery seeds that have grown into beautiful trees? Who has cupped the seed embedded soil on the sides of the roads? If all of us needed an immediate visual validation of our deeds won't these be absent today!

Stop bitching!

Always think the one you're bitching about is hust behind your back!

Happiness is....

A poor little girl was very beautiful when i saw her as she was beautifully dressed with a contended smile when i intently noticed what was the contentment all about it was the jewellery the poor mother had made for her with a waste crumbled foil paper (a nose ring and earrings). Let's not seek after hapiness in lavish things let's seek happiness in anything around us. For we're held on to God by Grace.

If my soul did not rest in peace

Episode 2

Suddenly, i had come to that i am very bad at navigating so i went to a stn nearby and followed the tracks to reach my final destinations as trains were also not moving i faintly remembered the stations that lead to Dharavi, by the timeall of this occured to me it was 8am in the morning as i peeped in through an open chawl. Now, i heard loud noises of clanging pots and pans i was wondering whether our prime minister has again again asked us to do something went closer just to know that a lady was scolding her husband who was sitting outside hide head in hand. I liked overwatching a fight, hadn't got this best opportunity before so I landed on the rooftop of this chawl hanging my face down i peeped to take a closer look at the people present inside I heard a small baby crying at the top of its voice lying on a cloth cradle as the mother goes to rock the cradle with her non-stop ranting it was so interesting to watch i wanted to peep even more now i suddenly pulled down a stone lying on the hot aluminium sheets of the chawl to realize i had my senses functioning in the morning time.

To be continued...

Imposter

When someone says that lying for good is love or so that someone does not feel bad. What do you think? Is it good, beautiful. I have done that many a times and have felt good all the time. But I always forget how I'm cheating my own self. When I broke a button in the tv and admitted it to my weary father who came back from office. He scolded at me like i had killed someone was what I thought would actually happen but he came gently patted on my back and said "Be careful dear from the next time". I might not remember all the beatings or pinches or scoldings i ever got for anything but this incident stands firmly engraved in my heart. If I lie and fake myself noone knows me clearly what I like what i need is completely unknown. Don't live for courtesy sake, although that's okay for acquaintances don't classify your close ones in that category. If you say doesn't the mother feed the baby scaring it with imaginative ghosts just inorder to pacify and feed it out of love. The same mother would rectify her statement once the child grows, let's think about it! Is are relationship so not mature with the ones we love, that we have to build it with our imaginative self. If we love with lies it is like cheating ones own self. It's like relationship built on sand. Whereas relationship built on truth is like a building built on solid ground. Where there is no fear at all of anything.

How i wish speaking to someone was like blogging.. I'll tell you why in a while!

Most of you might know what blogging is so i published my blogs on a microblogging website called Tumblr. What you do here is come in contact with your imaginative self and write what's in your mind to a greater unknown audience.

Now as far as why i would like to blog in place of speaking is because your cloud of thoughts can be edited with just the backspace button, you might sound controversial in the cloud of thought, use the button and you are good to go, only the send button would mean you are heard by the world! I did have starting trouble but i overcame it with a promise I had made to someone. Now that i have awakened my sleeping passionate writer i have loved the feeling that i am able to share my thoughts to so many people as well.

Blogging makes my speech quite structured. Makes you feel things more strongly and creates a deeper connect with my soul. If there's anyone out there who is hesitant to awaken their sleeping writer within, Kairos! Kairos is a term used to mean the opportune time.

My love for writing was exposed to me by a club called toastmasters and I started blogging you might have other passions waiting to unleash, let them out for its Kairos!

KAIROS!

How i wish speaking to someone was like blogging.. I'll tell you why in a while!

Most of you might know what blogging is so i published my blogs on a microblogging website called Tumblr. What you do here is come in contact with your imaginative self and write what's in your mind to a greater unknown audience.

Now as far as why i would like to blog in place of speaking is because your cloud of thoughts can be edited with just the backspace button, you might sound controversial in the cloud of thought, use the button and you are good to go, only the send button would mean you are heard by the world! I did have starting trouble but i overcame it with a promise I had made to someone. Now that i have awakened my sleeping passionate writer i have loved the feeling that i am able to share my thoughts to so many people as well.

Blogging makes my speech quite structured. Makes you feel things more strongly and creates a deeper connect with my soul. If there's anyone out there who is hesitant to awaken their sleeping writer within, Kairos! Kairos is a term used to mean the opportune time.

My love for writing was exposed to me by a club called toastmasters and I started blogging you might have other passions waiting to unleash, let them out for its Kairos!

If my soul did not rest in peace

Episode 1

During the corona virus pandemic

I was living a life of comfort with both my parents working in stable jobs where they got their salaries on time. We also got our food on time as we could afford easily a door delivery for our groceries. I lived happily through the coronavirus pandemic the more the lockdown extended more the stocking happed and more lavishly i ate 5 times a day to entertain my boredom hunger. During the lockdown the tv and phone became my BFFs(best friends forever). Forget about studies, I was least bothered about what happened in my neighbours house. No relatives came to my house. Aha! What else would a lazy introvert want. I did not want this perfect time to got over at all. I loved this life like never before. Day before yesterday, I was cribbing about the delivery of an expensive dress that had not reached me yet from amazon and fought with my grandmother of some petty thing and cried myself to sleep, suddenly I felt my chest paining and had shortness of breath and suddenly, couldn't wake up at all. I felt a new strength and sat up just to see myself still lying on my cozy bed i couldn't believe my eyes and tried rubbing my eyes I went near myself and tried listening to my heartbeat but i heard nothing. I knew i was dead, it was 2am at night i wanted to do the jinthatha to myself but i wasnt able to touch myself, saw once again onto the mirror i couldn't see anything, I tried looking down i saw no legs instead i felt like I was floating i always wanted to fly. I saw my parents in deep sleep. Now i wanted to jump out of my balcony and try flying and jump but from the seventh floor but before that i wanted to try from the flight of stairs outside my apartment as I did not want to hurt myself. I went to the door i tried to open the door my fingers went through the locks i was irritated and tried banging the door but my hands went through them wow!! I went out easily and floated up the stairs and jumped it was smooth landing now i went out and tried my flying skills it was so good i could direct body no no my being to move in any direction i wanted so i had a wish to go meet my best friend who lives at Dharavi.

To be continued..

The Quiet Gentle voice!

The Lord says “Therefore I tell you do not worry about your life, what you wil eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes?Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Matthew 6:25,26 Let’s not worry When I started to blog just as every house has great sturdy doors to block one from entering every activity has its own starting trouble..It looked like I was never going to do this anytime soon as, I have a very serious condition and its very embarrassing to say it aloud so please decode this 12.1.26.9.14.5.19.19 which never allows me to do anything. My mother always said she wanted me and my sister to do only two things..A)Learn Swimming and B)to learn music. Lets take the case of learning to swim I first needed to know why to swim? I had no answer as I was living in Mumbai and not Japan. Did swimming bring enjoyment into my life? Naah. Not at all, It was almost like sky diving if dying gave me pleasure. It absolutely did not make me feel enjoyable as well. I also feared crocodiles which even made me hallucinate into misinterpreting a small floating leaf to be a big crocodile, because I had watched a scary scene of a movie where the antagonist throws good person(not the protagonist, obviously)into a pool and silently releases famished crocodiles. How I wished I had seen the alpenlebie ad back then all my apprehensions would have vanished in thin air. My parents had put in a lot of efforts to teach me to swim but all failed with sinking hope.. When I was seven, one fine day their effort transformed into enrolling in a swimming coaching center, when after coming back home I still remember, I was rejecting it like it were an alliance so much that I threw all possible tantrums, I longed to have a 911 here too in India. Next day, What happens in all Indian families is what happened to me too, I was staring the swimming pool, my worst enemy, wearing a black swimsuit and a pair of floaters on my arms. I managed to evade myself from the eyes of trainers for a day or two by just staying stuck onto the walls of the swimming pool like a snail in a fish tank. But what I least expected happened to me, then I was pulled in to the depths of the swimming pool by the annoying trainers and was left unarmed(without a floater). I was scared to death as I was sinking I flapped my hands and legs back and forth aimlessly losing breath with fear and with the fierce cardio entertainment for the bystanders, I felt death encircling me and drowning me. I heard just one voice where the trainer said “Don’t flap your legs and hands, Stay calm!” I had no option my hanged brain wanted an instruction and I was obedient I stopped and tried to stay calm. This caused me to float. Eureka that was when I realized how life saving buoyancy is! Its mostly, things like these in our life always crumble us down. Let us stop worrying and listen to Our Creators quiet gentle voice and emerge victoriously out of all trials and tribulations leaving it all to the divines care.. As our God watches over us without slumber or sleep! Let us do our best and He will do the rest! Show quoted text

Patriotism Redefined!

Since I was a child I longed to wear my own stethoscope! After twelfth as well I was keen with a strong opinion on joining medicine. Whenever anyone asked me as to why this aim I would proudly say the typical miss universe reason “I wanted to serve the society” but deep within me was the thought of me just being a proud savior in the eyes of patients or rather a proud daughter of my parents..I regretted the fact of not joining medicine till the 5th semester of my engineering. But when sars-covid19 (let me pretend to be technically right at least here) actually popped up I had stopped regretting by then and had starred developing great sense of reverence towards the healthcare staff. There’ll definitely be a change in the dogmatic mindsets of Indian parents after this pandemic of allowing their children to become anything but a Doc and not seeking for an NRI alliance. Frontliners the term itself has got its true reverence back again right from when it was the Army, the navy and the airforce. Thank heavens that they are revered from afar itself had it been a closer look into how bothered citizens actually are, they’d leave their jobs for these ungrateful. And as of today, the hospital staff have been taking care of all the covid patients singlehandedly some of whom have even fed patients just because relatives could not reach on time, they have risked their lives to the point of death saddling upon them humungous loads of dedication and responsibility without even signing up for them, for the amid all of the praises to the latent warriors within the hospital staff, the honorary wages that we’ve paid them with is worth mentioning which is, beating them up worse than a criminal by the patients relatives present ostracized and shunned from the burial grounds suspecting of them spreading the virus. How inhuman.. Once there was a beautiful obedient girl Anne. She was a very bubbly girl, the room lights up if she entered because she had an aura in herself. She had a loving family of four with a younger brother John. They both were inseparable in anything,That although they fought they found an even closer knit in between them. They had so many inside jokes to share that whenever they get a scape goat they wouldn’t leave without ragging them to the core and found great pleasure in each others presence There came a time when Anne had to leave all the happiness and lavishness from her doting family inorder to pursue her medicine course, after all the tongue biting days of toil and loneliness comes back victorious, just to serve as an intern in another hospital for corona patients not knowing who is positive or negative scared to even eat with her own hands smothered to an emotional death behind the veil of a mask. Pilots of trains have confessed to have had a heavy blow of depression as self guilt consumes them of being responsible for all train accidents/suicides happen inevitably in front of a running train, imagine the amount of depression doctors might bear, to have seen so many lives slipping off to so many deathclaimer especially to corona at this point. We might have all been updated by the news of the Chennai doc Dr. Simon Hercules who was dead but his corpse was not given a burial ground rather the UpUntilThen silent whistleblowers did not allow the corpse to be buried in a cemetery dedicated for corpses I believe. We want the doctors to save our beloved when they are alive and again we are the ones who don’t allow these precious souls to Rest In Peace. Let us not forget they are asking us to stay on guard and swordfighting for our lives with the deadly virus. Let us in due course give them the credit they actually deserve.

Missing EMPATHY!

And the second is like it: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ Matthew 22:39 NKJV Kairos is greek term to describe the opportune time! During the recent days we have seen the plight of us as well as the ones in isolation or with the Lord. That we are all following up on news so we much we wouldn’t have missed some of the news that has become more statistical than a gruesome picture as like a cricket score! How much I wished my life were of like my grandmothers, the calm and compost life that she sail s along with having almost no tension within her be it of studies, of career, of children’s future. She just is chanting her prayers in silence and in complete devotion reading the Bible most of the time. She has a very witty humour that no enemy could stand before her with a poker face. The rest of the time is when my grandmother keeps telling me of her stories in a detailed and descriptive manner that makes me lose my present state and boards my mental time travelling vehicle into the fantasy filled masaledaar world of late 50s and feel all of the senses experiencing delight which was another aspect of my grandmothers speciality no one can imitate anyone as my grandmother does.. but there were great battles in her life too when her husband was taken to be with the Lord my grandmother found herself alone, desolate and deserted.. Her life made insecure in the twinkling of an eye. This actually made me think and feel for the ones who lost their loved ones lives during these troubling times of the pandemic. How pained would they have been of those who lost their life in the battle with corona be without knowing how to answer traumatizing calls “Hello Is Mr._______ there” to reply “Sorry, he’s no more” aggravating the wounds even more, the anguish of self accusation for allowing their loved ones to leave without knowing or fulfilling their last wish. They would’ve never thought of how life would have flowed without the presence of the loved one who always assured of being with them come what may. How much we feel R.I.P could mean Return if possible, if it's for our loved ones only let us all be equally empathetic to our neighbour as well! Let us pray for the souls that have entered into glory! Showing that the humane nature empathy hasn't dried up yet!