I choose to be happy!

As I start remembering the good things that happened, it is impossible not to BE HAPPY!!
Reason 1:

Last month I spent a nice time chatting and catching up with this one person whom I adore.

I was happy. Ecstatic. Nervous. Content. In love. In awe. Complete. Sad. Scared…. Everything…

His presence was my world then… his smile distracted me…

And if those feelings are still there after years – then I am truly blessed.

So I am happy.

Reason 2:

Because I have changed my password for something I am happy about

Reason 3:

Because I could scribble a poem after many years…

Reason 4:

Because I go home on time, walk miles which I have promised myself, then wrap up in a blanket after eating tasty dinner cooked by Aai.

Reason 5:

Having a best friend in life

Reason 6:

Earning money. Its hard work, but it’s great to know that I am spending what I earned myself.

Reason 7:

As I KNOW that he is out there.  So I am Happy.

Reason 8:

Riding a motorcycle with a friend! Now I want to have a driving license for a  4-wheeler as well

Reasons many more…..

Vacations / travelling and Eating out

My new car…. A berry red Hyundai i20

My new apartment

Trying to cook for my family

Having rediscovered love…. I am relishing in each moment….

Because I have learnt to take the opportunity to notice everything….

As I can relish what Ive been given - whether it's one minute, one hour, one night, one year, or one lifetime - because whatever time I have is PRECIOUS.

Going to cinema.

Long, hot showers.

Facebooking!

Blogging.

Fish and wine

Having my nails painted tomato red

As I gave a hug to my loved ones

I am going to go to the sea with all my clothes on…. Next weekend

I receive a message

A Passionate kiss (*##@**)

Making a surprise…. As surprises brings JOY…

Having freshly washed clothes

Eating green apples

Passing my exams

When people like the gift I gave them

Reason 30:

Smiling everyday! Someone doesn’t let me forget it!

Ganapati Bappa Moraya!

Come September, and the streets of Pune are full with Ganapati Idols, decorations, street mandaps and lightings, for 10 days. Ganapati Festival is the most happening festival in every Marathi family.

As a child I remember we used to visit my grand parents house during Ganapati. All my cousins and relatives would visit and for 1 and half days we would eat, pray and enjoy. My grandmother would decorate the living room with a small temple specially made for the Ganapati’s Murti, with silver Samai and silver Pooja equipments.

The main sweet dish on the first day used to be ‘Modak’. As a child I used to love the fried modaks, but now I have started loving the steam cooked ones. They are just amazing. The second day my grandmother, (we all called her Mamma), used to prepare a vegetable called ‘Kandamul’ or ‘Rishi chi Bhaji’. It used to be a mixed vegetable of all the vegetables available in the market in that season…. Like all the leafy veggies, all the veggies with seeds and also whole corns. We have to add curd in it while eating. Along with it there used to be hot ‘puri‘ and ‘Shev-ki-Khir’. Yummy!

I had recently been to Siddhivinayak temple. It is at Prabhadevi in Mumbai. Usually there is a big rush for the ‘darshan’ in the temple. People have to wait for hours. But I was lucky to get no crowd that evening. Being a ‘Dahi Handi’ celebration most of the street shops were closed so might be there was hardly any rush inside the temple. I could go till the main idol and join my hands in gratitude. When I began to go the ‘purohit’ called me and offered me a coconut, a garland and some ‘pedhas’ as Prasad. It was amazing. I felt blessed. I felt like God had approved of what I was doing, thinking and planning…

What is it that brings out the child in each one of us in this festival?

The girl who never cried!

A girl named Pia could never cry. Not in front of people. She had a compartment in her heart which was permanently locked and she managed to throw the keys into the sea. As she grew up people started to talk about how strong Pia was. They appreciated her for her strength. She could not cry.

Why?

There were so many reasons. A lonely childhood, no siblings to share…

Pia didn’t want her parents to see the tears in her eyes as they would worry. She grew up without actually learning how to cry. At emotional moments she used to act indifferent or she would just laugh it out.

As a kid Pia was a lovable person. She had a spark I her eyes. But for some reason life didn’t do justice with her. As she grew up, life got so many complexities into her life. As fate would have its way, Pia kept running away from herself. She kept on pretending she was happy. She kept very busy. She became successful but the spark in her eyes was lost for ever. No one had taught her the “Secret” of life. The ‘Art of Letting Go’… and so she suffered… suffered alone. She made a deep compartment and lived there, it was open to no one.

In this process, God was observing her. He was with her all throughout. He knew Pia won’t cry so he cried for her. He gave her the best of many things, which may envy so many people, but he was after all ‘GOD’ He was very wise. He did not grant her the thing she precisely wanted in life.

‘Love’,

‘Companion’,

Pia used to always dream of a special someone who she could sit on a coffee mug and chat for days…Some One person with whom she could share her evening walks on the seaside. Some to giggle with, someone to rely on…..

Yes, rely on. Someone who was senior to her in wisdom and strength… who would take care of her and never let her loving heart fade. But Mr. Prefect never came. Pia kept waiting, inspite of pretending to be so busy. One conscious mind always waited, always fantasized of that prince.

After 2 decades of testing Pia, God decided to finally teach Pia to let go. For that he had to teach her to cry.

Thus came Prince Scott. He was a special agent deputed on earth to do this job. Of relieving Pia form all the pent up thoughts. He was tall, he was fair and he had blue eyes. He was the exact frame Pia carried in her mind.

He came…

He introduced her to a new ‘Secret’, the art of being ‘Indifferent’

And despite this, he kept a disciplined watch on Pia, if she was performing as per the ‘Secret.’

He got music into her life… music that was Way Apart from the what Pia listened… Music of the high degree… the music played in heavens.

Then one day he came and took her hand in his. That was a magical touch. It touched her to the core.

And Pia came out of her shell… the locked door of the soul was wide open.. All the stored feeling flew off… All the webs untangled

While doing so it left 'A Precious Tear' in Pia’s eyes.

A beautiful tear, which made her feminine again…

Pia blossomed… she relished in the new found feelings….

Pia was born again!