Giving Wings To Dreams

The previous Saturday, after a back breaking day in my workplace heading  back to my home with my friend  with whom l do car pool, l checked my phone as usual the moment l sat in her car. There was a missed call from one of my friends.  I called her back while sitting in the car in order not to forget to reply back later on. She invited me the following day at 10 a.m.at the Gurudwara near her residence in Sunderpur village  for Sukhmani Sahib path and later Langar that her family had arranged, for sharing the joy of a child of theirs who had come from Canada after almost four years. I promised her of my presence and just moved on with my routine.  But , the next morning a bomb was as if dropped on me when my house help called to inform that she won't be turning up for the next two days. I got alarmed. The most dreaded situation for me throughout my life has been managing the household chores without help. Washing utensils in the kitchen is the one and only work ...

Trust only your gut. Since, most of the  supportive pillars are nothing but sham, guised as lambs wolves and hyenas are flocking all around. Alas! It takes time to comprehend wise words of the wisest ones born,  that never turn blind to make sure who is on board your ship, If the sea of your life is tempestuous  Shammers are the ones who like rats would be the first one to flee from your sinking ship. For such masqueraders,  your life is nothing better than a chessboard.  For them you are either a minuscule pawn or in other words  the entertaining clown. In front of you, Crocodile tears they won't hesitate to shed for your misery and pain,  But, the irony is  the moment your back is turned, Your pain is the hottest selling  topic for their fun, They turn judgemental and make sure you taste of what's christened as slander or defame. And you stay on hot seat of their favorite gully gossip. All the praise that was once bestowed on you, was also ...

Painful have been the shrieks of pains since painful ages. Poignant have been the stains of pains since painful are its wages. Alas! Though pain might be constant Yet from the laws of nature even pain isn't spared and can't stay static. Thus, though Omnipresent painless is the pain now. Ache of the pitiful heart doesn't ache anymore.  Wounds would remain wounded. But , fear of misery and suffering have perhaps forever gone. Bleeding of the soul is somewhat constant.  But, somehow numbness of the soul has made its effects almost vanished. Vanished are the fears. Vanished are the feelings. Vanished are all the vital stems. Vanished are all the pain relievers be it medicines or soothing balms. Vanished are all strengths. Perhaps no one is free there to hear. So, may be nothing is left to be said and shared. Beware, once one gives voice to the plethora of  personal pains. At times though not always one is for sure going to be though for a short while  gory talk of the to...

Doors open, doors close  doors after doors life has to cross . Some doors are like way to your parent's heart, Which the moment you approach recognize your footsteps and automatically open even before you think to knock.  While others are like hard task master's attitude , more than you they understand and fortell what your footfalls indicate success or failure, Thus at these doors you yourself have no particular say, here either you fair well or are shown the way out. Multifarious are these doors in a small life's juncture, Some are opened for a lifetime, While some are meant to welcome you for a short while. But believe me whether a door is with a smile and warmth widely opened for you to pass or with a frown and contempt is slammed on your back or face, each and every door preaches a lesson, be it door of love, peace, hope,friendship and happiness, or be it door of discord, tumult, dejection,  enemity or sorrow. One should pass them all with the same zeal and heroism, ...

Tossed time and again by the insensitive and merciless tides of life everything seemed sullen and saturating. A constant worry of what the future will unfold, an apprehension whether l will be at the gaining end or will languish at the loser's desk was killing the very desire to live. Last fortnight, specifically was cumbersome and nothing except the five or six periods within my classrooms with young students kept me going. Both of my kids went abroad to study .Within two years my nest became empty in a happy way. Often, l have heard people commenting that we would wither away alone in lndia since kids who go abroad never ever look back.  Honestly speaking, l never ever feel so. I feel wherever my children are they should be happy, healthy and wealthy. I have complete trust on my upbringing. Here l am reminded of Dr. Kalam.In his autobiography the legendary missile man Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam  had mentioned about an incident that when he had to leave Rameshwaram for higher studie...

Year starts, year ends, years keep going by, on and on. Life as if tied to unstoppable wheels moves from dawn to dusk and dusk to dawn. Soul sometimes wonders , whether the departure of a year denotes addition of days or subtraction of days in a life's span? Whether one should smile or one should cry? Time in any case is here to fly. Lessons learnt, experience gained. Steps taken, steps retraced. More than hope of gain, fear of loss,  loss of love, loss of loved ones, loss of trust, loss of trustworthy, loss of faith, and loss of grace. Life is nothing but a mystery mostly unresolved.  Gain of sorrows, gain of regrets, gain of heartfelt pain, and gain of everything that is vain, every fleeting year pens down a different tale. Happiness is elusive and evanscent. Woes in comparison are obvious and eternal. Finally time to welcome the year that shrieks out loud, That miles have been covered,  Only a few more miles left to be gone. Time to create history,  by venturing t...

'Time will tell' is a phrase often uttered as well as heard,  but do we really comprehend what's left unsaid and unheard? To whom time will tell, and precisely what's there to be told? Since, mystery of time in its chest life covertly holds. For many, time is a great healer, but for some more than healer it's a ferocious predator, a heartless killer. Since, when on every front all's fine, Sunrises and sunsets are bliss alike, Do we really have time? Time to stand? Time to stare? Time to cherish? Time to cuddle? Time to hold on all that's fine and fair? Do we really have time? Alas! When everything is in a mess. When both are equally biting Sunrises or Sunsets,  It seems time has as if forever halted. Why then it doesn't quickly pass? Why then its movements are so slow? Why can't like an overflowing river time quickly flow? Why during the grimmest hours time prefers to move at a snail's pace? Why time at times makes it imperative that the taste of...

Alas! Looking at the so called modern world around, Where just with a click any information can be found. A question arose in my poor, human literary mind, can fragrance in artificial flowers be found? Those who advocate the maximum use of scientific tools, at times, just ignore the fact that behind every invention there is a  human prodigy mind.  Hence, all their efforts go down the drain, while trying to prove themselves technically super cool. Understanding, cooperation, collaboration, empathy and sympathy the noble human adornments, can only reside in heart that's humane which gets its warmth and concern from human joys and pains, It doesn't need energy from any UPS. It may be any place , home, neighborhood,  market or your workplace,  Human values with technological indifference must not be replaced.  There should always be reasons to smile not  for tears. There should be atmosphere of peace not unrest. There should always be an eager excitement for ev...

"Oh! Shepherd my lord Where are you heading me in this ferocious storm?",  The Little lamb's eyes had the sturdy glitter even during the visible upheaval around. It was all the outcome of the unflinching faith that he bore in his tiny heart that whatever may happen the robust arms of the Shepherd will as usual prove his sheath. Since the little one was born those arms had  constantly guarded him from the strong winds and hounds. As long as, he was held high by his vigorous Shepherd the lamb was blindfolded by a staunch trust that all pieces would fall in their respective places. The Little one wasn't  worldly wise to fathom the plain fact that one outgrows the cradle be it of hands or wood. The time was ripe when the Great Shepherd had to be ready to handle the newborn the other little lamb. Since, he has others in queue as well to be fathered. Before he could apprehend  the Little lamb for the first time touched the uneven surface of the chosen wilderness,  Sti...

Half of the world's favorite beverage is a refreshing cup of hot tea. I particularly am extremely fond of having tea. All exhaustion, worry, stress and anxiety l feel are sidelined if not erased for the time being when l sip a cup of tea. By profession a teacher and with choice a writer, l always look for excuses to have my favorite drink. In routine 7 or 8 cups keep me geared. My fondness is specifically noticed by one of my most favorite colleagues who without failure shares reels based on tea addiction on Instagram regularly. May be she has an intent to get me out of the spell of tea for my physical well-being.  Almost a fortnight back in my school l was given a novel responsibility,  a new learning experience which required me to be in the best-loved niche of mine in school i.e library of our school. Libraries have always held an attraction for me . As a student, l loved to spend my leisure time first in my school's library,  then college n later had got a card issued...

I don't want to be your habit since habits die though they may die hard with time. I don't want to be your need because needs are accomplished by and by. I don't want to be your desire as sooner or later new desires replace the old ones. I don't want to be your want either  since want with time may transform. I even don't want to be your wish because most wishes remain unfulfilled.  I don't want to be your dream  as all dreams are not sweet dreams and can at times be the nightmarish fiends. I don't want to be your liking as well since likings can be multiple.  I for sure don't want to be your craving because all are aware with change in seasons cravings also change. I really don't want to be your passion as passion with passage of time might dilute down. I don't want to be your shadow since whenever there is shade and there is dearth of light shadow is always gone. I want to be for you like a parent's selfless love because it's the bigges...

My wait has ended, so have l. The season of spring for which since ages my soul had waited was very short.  Though, short and sweet, before leaving heavenly Spring had left inexhaustible joy for my poor never satiating heart. The heart that keeps waiting for the time agone. Yet, l know, My wait has ended, so have l. The autumn that is reigning is very prolonged and lasting, Leaves of hope in this harsh season are incapable to grow. Rays of optimism during this drab season are unable to pierce the clouds of dense sorrow.  Alas! indicating in one more way that my wait has ended, so have l. Strength saturated vitals don't wish to move. Dust of inaction they don't want to shake. Darkness in the eyes is darker than the darkest clouds. The most cherished and dearest desire has started to flee, stealing and robbing all my heart's glee, proving one more time that my wait has ended, so have l .

Sessions on sessions Start and end. Classes after classes come and go.  The young,  vibrant visages of the students glow. Beginnings are stress free.  Alas! That joy isn't there to stay forever.  Tests after tests, units after units, Periodics after periodics, Mid Term to Pre- Board, Pre- Board to Final, life of students have so many gears. From Kindergarten to Primary, Primary to Middle,  Middle to Higher, Higher to Higher Secondary,  passing classes after classes, a child has to grow. Challenges are thrown  which are sometimes easily , Sometimes with a little effort are met. Pressure is put and Pressure is handled.  Ultimately the small shoe size converts to the standard size. Out of school premises soon the child realizes, that from the pond he has taken a leap into a river, The river of a back breaking competition. The tougher is the examination at this juncture, Since , the toughest is yet to be savoured. Years after years skills are gained, ...

Eyes that used to wake and sleep for me, eyes that used to smile and weep with me, eyes that used to wait for me, eyes that used to brighten up to greet me have turned away. Eyes that showered unadulterated care on me, eyes that promised unfathomable love for me, eyes that gave assurance of unlimited support, have turned away. If at all for a moment those eyes turn for an instant towards me, what all do l trace? Skepticism,  criticism,  denunciation and disapproval. Do l really deserve this is a question that troubles , that haunts me day and night? A little introspection is ample to show me the mirror, Those eyes abhor weakness, indecisiveness and fickle-mindedness,  those eyes mostly hid the moisture that reoccurs in them to visualize every new wound on my soul. Those eyes are waiting for me to do something concrete,  to be the scribe of my own destiny. Those eyes fear l might disappoint them time and again. Wisdom full eyes have started to question if ever my iner...