"Life is an opportunity, benefit from it. Life is beauty, admire it. Life is bliss, taste it. Life is a dream, realize it. Life is a challenge, meet it. Life is a duty, complete it. Life is a game, play it. Life is a promise, fulfill it. Life is sorrow, overcome it. Life is a song, sing it. Life is a struggle, accept it. Life is a tragedy, confront it. Life is an adventure, dare it. Life is luck, make it. Life is too precious, do not destroy it. Life is life, fight for it" -- Mother Teresa
Showing posts with label Myself. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Myself. Show all posts

Sunday, September 5, 2010

YoU ..


YOU..

Whisper sounds
that comfort,
that soothe the soul
and float softly into my mind.

Your words
wrap around my heart
and sizzle into my nerves
warming my body.
It’s delicious.

Arms
contain my feelings
and slide them into their
own hearts.
We fly.

You hold me,
make your little humming noises
you tuck your face
between my neck and shoulder.
It’s warm.

You rock us,
back and forth,
back and forth…
Like dancing.

My heart reaches out,
to touch yours.
A hushed love
flows briefly.
Then you let go, to join the game.
I’m alone.

Before you leave,
you look at me.
Your eyes are crystals,
they sparkle as they
hold my gaze.
They’re beautiful.

You smile,
lifting my spirits and
warming me again.
My heart flips,
I love it.

And as you stand
a few feet away,
I watch your movements.
I’m waiting for you to get out,
so you can
Hug Me Again!

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Cell phones..






Call me jealous. I don't have a job that keeps me in demand 24 hours a day. I don't know how to look terribly important with a lap top in the airport lounge. I am too self conscious to want my phone ringing on the train. I don't have a huge circle of friends who loves to be on phone all the while. So I apologize in advance if one detects in the following rant a hint of sarcasm and bitterness. It's just: people who cannot leave their phone switched off or their lap tops closed in any situation and prefer to get on their fellow shoppers/ travellers/ workers nerves get on my nerves! I know, I know...you wear a trendy suit and tie, your shoes are polished to a perfect shine and you need to be in touch because you are such a VIP in your company. Deadlines to meet. New designs to forward. Ideas to share. If you want to be promoted, you need to be available, reachable, in touch. Be ready to jump at any time. I get it.And then you, Sir. I overheard this very important conversation between you and supposedly your wife. You were standing - if I recall correctly- at the mutton counter in the supermarket. Actually, this is precisely what you said: 'I am standing at the mutton counter. Which mutton shall I get? How many kg? And here is a special offer - lamb shoulder. Shall I get some?'






What happened to good old fashioned shopping lists and a little initiative and on-the-spot decision making ability? Do you ring your husband from the toilet upstairs and tell him you've run out of paper?And then you, young man! You sat opposite of me on the train . Your phone rang and at first you spoke in hushed tones. But very soon you forgot you were on a train with people around you who could hear every bit of cringe worthy schmaltz that came out of your mouth. Your girlfriend is such a lucky woman, by the sound of it! I feel I know you and her quite intimately already!There are few places one is safe from people in constant need of making themselves known.


Until very recently planes offered some respite, but now a few airlines have allowed the use of mobile phones during flights, apart from takeoff and landing. Can't wait for my next long haul flight. Not sure my nerves could stretch for 13 hours cross Atlantic if I had to sit next to TomCruise. The only forgivable situation in which I would personally allow phone use on a plane is if it was on heading down; nose first, at high speed. And that really would be the exception! How about a quiet crossword to occupy your time? A book? A magazine? Or just be with yourself for a while. That seems scary, I understand. The phone is off, you are out of touch. There are people who may have been trying to ring and you don't even know. There could be the most important message ever sitting in your inbox. The one that could have changed your life...


But sarcasm and humor aside, I am truly concerned that 'we', as people growing up with technology, have forgotten to just be by ourselves. To rest, to inhale, to feel the need to be alone, to revel in our own company at times. To see peace and quiet as a chance to replenish our energies just like sleep would. A constant need to be in touch and feeling lost without a constant technological connection is not healthy. Not for the person in constant, uninterrupted communication, nor for those who have no choice but listen. Just turn the damn thing off for a while!!

Btw, I am given a new phone for myself - a gift from my Love...Lots of features tapi tak tahu guna :p






Sunday, May 9, 2010

Because I'm waiting..



Between me and the crowded room

is a path paved with fear.

My foot sinks in soft concrete as I make my way

towards that ball of fire which is the room.

heat hits my face

I'm choking I'm hot I'm cold I'm dizzy

I'm spinning I'm not there I'm outside myself.

Mind's blank.

Not a thought in sight. I am pure emotion

which hurtles me along that path.





The room full of people is near.

I feel naked and exposed in my fear, visible on my face.

Can't pretend, can't fake.

A shaky voice and crimson cheeks give me away.

I have no name butanxiety.

Want to cry with frustration. Why me? Why not?

And then the wave has washed over me and my mind settles back into my body.

I mingle , already armed for the next wave rising in the distance and building like a tsunami.

It'll come.

Because I'm waiting.

Friday, January 29, 2010

The art of waiting




Every day there is evidence that waiting has truly become an art form very few people can claim to practice. Waiting, once viewed as something you simply had to do without further discussion, is now on par with an offensive remark being made . ' What do you mean? Why does it take three days for a letter to get here in this day and age?' Stuck in a traffic jam and getting very annoyed indeed? Late for an important meeting or just inconvenienced?

Being told to have to wait can bring our the worst in people. Anger, annoyance, resentment, a feeling of restlessness...hang on...maybe there's a clue. Could it be that people who will not wait and cannot wait are really feeling uncomfortably restless? Like a smoker who has to wait for a cigarette until he gets off the plane? A little fidgety, a little anxious....after all, waiting means postponing that which we desire. And we are so terribly spoiled by modern technological advances above all that waiting has become a thing of the past. It begins with instant meals because there is no time to cook. Next, we download a whole music album in the space of time it takes to take the dog for a walk. Even books can be read online while scrolling down the pages.





Instant gratification. A growing belief that one must not be made to wait. Fast service, fast delivery, wife is out of the house, well, there is always instant adult entertainment. Personally, I don't mind waiting too much and I feel slightly irritated when people complain about being stuck in traffic jams or a bus which is 5 minutes late or about the supermarket checkouts and their bad management. Being stuck in a traffic jam is frustrating at times, but if you have enough petrol and your car is not overheating and nobody will die if you are late...what’s the big deal? Why has not having to wait become a right rather than just luck?


Waiting is a dying art form. Not only does it mean having to delay something, it also means having to fill the waiting time meaningfully. Which, seemingly, is the problem? What do we do with ourselves? We are always in the process of getting, becoming, going places, wanting the next thing before receiving the first that without any of these we are lost. What do we do with just ourselves and time to kill?



Why not view waiting as an opportunity to have time to spend instead of not letting go of that which we can't have right now. Previous generations were good at waiting. My grandparents and parents saved for years to be able to afford a good holiday or a new refrigerator. Imagine the difference between going on a long awaited holiday or one of many trips you take each year? There is a much bigger, more satisfying sense of occasion if one can say ' finally, the wait was well worth it yeh! Not being able to wait means missing out on opportunities because instead of working towards what we really want, we often take short cuts and second choice route just because we cannot and will not wait. Young people are especially affected by this form of thinking. The notion of having to study for a number of years at college or university ( 'I really want to be a doctor!') seems foreign and is often replaced with a short cut version. ('well, I suppose I could just work for one).


The art of waiting means being able to work towards a goal and realize that the reward at the end will be worth the wait.
Being able to wait means being able to be patient and less demanding. There is certain arrogance in complaining about things like slow services or inefficient management...as if it were a basic human right to not have to wait for anything. When put on the spot, what is the worst thing that can happen if one has to wait?


Most used line by indians
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Kunjom neram wait panah settah poireveh? – Will you die if you wait for awhile?