Everyday

Everyday I wake up to a new horizon,
New bliss new joy.
For a wonderful life I make great plans
Lock it up and simply enjoy.

Everyday I want to be a nice person,
True at heart and mind.
But I go ahead and complain about someone
Make a remark; Be unkind.

Everyday I decide to reach for my goal,
Work hard and stretch.
I back off with fear; Make a new excuse
And make a new sketch.

Everyday I mean to remember GOD,
And bow my head in prayer.
I never find a few moments to thank LORD.
I neglect to adhere.

Everyday I resolve to practice what I preach.
To think and then be.
I go ahead and be a hypocrite all the way,
With rules bending for me.

Everyday I know the right from the wrong,
And the path cut for me.
But I spend a day again with the same old song,
And walk a path of the lazy me.

Today I decide to make it right everyday,
Give my best to all I say.
Today I decide to make it right everyday,
And live a great life all the way.

The bad news is time flies. The good news is you're the pilot. (Michael Althsuler)

The Art!!!

Flirtation …. Attention without intention

Being a book fanatic I have read all kinds of books, even the Slef-Help genre books which seem to be the current rage. ( No..I am not diverting from the topic.) Since some time I am wondering why there are no “Ready to flirt in 10 days” kind books.
And why do I want to read it? This is the only topic I have never read anything about. (Khud ke mu miya mitthu). Well PJ’s apart. In 24 years ( ah I reveal my age) my paths have crossed many a flirts and many wannabes too I have tried my hand ( mouth and brain) at it too. And I am really good (when the opposite sex is really dumb). But I have met some real smoothies and some real terrors at flirting.
Coming to think of it. What makes somebody a pro and what makes somebody a total looser at this wooing-art. Can flirting be learnt? Or it something you are gifted with.
The same pick-up-line or whatever it is called and 2 different people. When you hear it from one you fell like responding back coaxing for more. But with the other case all we can do is role our eyes and create an expression which radiates “get lost looser”.
Since I started pondering on this question (I am on bench and got noting better to do) and really didn’t have my own answers I thought of enlightening myself with the valuable inputs from the divine people that surround me. (and I had to bang my head for this too..everybody was out with the definition of flirting when my question was "What according to you makes a good flirt")

Replies:

Yash : someone who is warm and nice at the same time not too clingy
Dhanveer : woman pleaser, sweet talker,super diplomat can please every person or has awesome time management skills
Harshal : presence of mind
Kshitij : seducing.. givin more attention..
Friend : One who manages to scare me gutless
Neha : the ability to flirt without being cheap..Person should be charming and not desperate
Pritam : one who can leave his or her thoughts in the other persons mind …
Kunal : Must make it obvious
Renu : a good flirt generally feels a lot good abt himself / herself...they think themselves better than others and transmit this same thing to others when they flirt....

Yadnee : one who would make the other person feel like he/she is the only one getting the speaicl attention

Some special insights for guys…
Supriya : etiquttes and chivalry
Sonica : being caring and helpful

So I guess that flirting is not congenital. Yippeeeeeeee. Maybe now I will give it a good shot.

I will have to be a warm nice sweet talking diplomatic person with presence of mind who can seduce/scare the opposite sex ( I am straight u c) without being cheap in such a way that I can leave my thoughts in the other persons mind and make sure that my flirting is obvious!!!!!!!!!! Phew!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And at the beginning and end of it be feeling good about myself and transmitting the feeling too.

Now thats what I call hard work.

"If you're a gifted flirt, talking about the price of eggs will do as well as any other subject. " ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960”

Love You Always!!!

A look at me and he lost his heart
Love at first sight for him it was
With an overwhelm he stared at me
“You are going to be my life”, believed he.

His presence I began to realize
Whenever I saw him I broke into a smile.
A bond so special was on its way
Always together happy and gay.

The Best of friendship we began to share
All through the years he loved me he cared
He the saint was, I the rebel
But my whims and fancies he understood so well.

I was his life, his purpose of existence
My wish his command, my life his dream
Sometimes I ignored his presence
Sometimes I dint bother it seemed.


But, he rejoiced in my joys, even when he was fighting his demons
Encouraging me to live my dreams, to smile in all seasons
When all was low for me, and seemed that nobody bothered
I bounced back I fought, all I needed was his “I love you sweetheart”.

A day came to move away from him, to fly with my own wings
He gave a hug and a smile, for me that said everything.
Many a times on my new found path I forgot to look back,
But like always he was there my strength my pillar, where I could fall back…

I went to my friend to tell him I was in love
To tell him how this man loved me how he cared
That no one other than him had ever made me feel special this way.
He just took my hand and told me I was blessed to feel this way.

I came back with a broken heart
I came back to my friend
With open arms he soothed my pain.
All through he was my pillar my strength.

Today I know he is;
The one who loves me most
The one who never forgets to say “love you sweetheart”
The one who can perk me up in time of pain
The one who always reminds me I am his life’s biggest gain
The one who still scolds me for my irrationality
The one who still understands my stupidity
The one I know I can always fall back on
The one who has made me what I am
The one who I love the most
My friend, My critique, My gift from GOD.
I am a daughter, proud to call him my DAD.

Any man can be a father...
... It takes someone special to be a dad.

Make it worth watching!!!

One day, your life will flash in front of your eyes...Make it worth watching.

“Wake up!!!!! Its 6... You will miss your bus.”
“Its just 6!!!!”, I pulled up the cover over my head. But wait a minute, My mum??? Its not the alarm yelling. Its my mum. Confused, I get out of the covers. Yes its mum and hey who’s this lying beside me.
‘Me????? Whoa what’s up???’ “What are you doing here?”
“Oh Hello!!!You are the intruder not me.”, says the very familiar looking face. Younger face.
“What is happening? Will somebody explain?”
“Nothing much. Sick and tired of your cribbing I called you back. I guess you like this life better. We will live this again”
Am I drunk? No. I don’t drink.
While she gets ready for school I admire the room. The posters, the drawings…well, she is interesting.
As we say bye to mom I realize she can’t see me. I guess 2 of me would be a major torture for her.
As we board the bus she yells out “hey”.
“Hey Raji”, the remaining shriek.
“You are a nosy bunch”, I claim.
“Well I am better than you. All you do is board your bus and doze off. You don’t even smile at the people who have been boarding the same bus with you since more than a year. You are such a snob. I hope u remember smiling wont cost you a dime. Even if it does you are paid enough.”… She lectures.
“No I am not a snob. And right you know about money!!!”… I retort.
“Well I can manage with Rs.100 a month. And I do have savings”…. exclaims with a triumphant look on her face.
I hate her.
As we cross across to the school there are a million hi’s and smiles exchanged.
She stops. Looks into my eyes and says “You used to love this. What happened?”
Then again back to her snobbish self scans me and remarks, “Look what have you done to me.”
We go through all the lectures. Finally, its lunch time. We sit together gobble up our Tiffin’s and then take off to play lock and key. The recess bell gives away. Huffing and puffing we rush our way to the classroom.
“Half an hour lunch time”, she quotes. “You don’t even take a walk after your lunch. Correct me if I am wrong, but you have a longer lunch break, don’t you?”
I just ignore her remark and look at a small tyre forming at my waist. “I have loads of work to do”, that’s the best I say.
After school we rush to her tuition. After class is over she and her friends gang up in a corner and chat incessantly. I nudge her to want to go home.
As soon as we reach home she dumps her bag. I lie down. She yells “Hello!!! I don’t have time for this. Mom will allow me to play out only for another hour.”
“What? Are you not tired?”
“Tired? Of what? I just sat my way though the lectures. Oh!!! I guess you must be tired since we didn’t have AC. Or that we played lock and key during lunch break. Get up move your growing butt. 1 yr of sitting in front of the computer in the AC has made you so lazy. NOW LETS GO. I don’t have time for this.”
She plays lock and key again .Its the current favorite. As I watch her play I realize I enjoyed this so much. Her life is so much more exciting than mine. Even though I have money to spend it on whatever pleases my senses.
“Rajiiiiiiiiiii. Its time come down. You have homework to finish.” A yelling mom makes her way to the terrace.
Another 15 min pass by. We make our way home. As she is freshening up I make myself comfortable in front of the TV. As I am scanning with the remote, that oh-i-am-so-smart thing comes up to me and says “TV? Ur favorite pastime. What a waste. Lets go. We will do something you like.”
As we reach her room she pulls out her drawing board and crayons. My face lights up. We sit and color for a while. Then as we are done with it. She starts with her homework. I just sit beside her looking at her.
“Why are you staring?”
“Don’t you get bored of doing the same things over and over again?”
“Same things?” she questions as if I said something horrendous. “I play lock and key, sometimes we skip, sometimes we paly hide n seek. We like doing different stuff”, she grins.
“School everyday? Isnt it boring?”
“Have you gone insane? If I don’t go to school how will I become a software engineer, like you.”
The moment she said this she froze. With a look of terror in her eyes she screamed “I don’t want to be you. I don’t want to be an all-time-cribb. I don’t want to stop playing. I want to live. I have an amazing life now. Please don’t spoil it.. Please don’t spoil it. Please don’t spoil it. Please don’t spoil it… ”
I shut my eyes tight. I can’t do this to her.
“Wake up …. You will miss your bus”
With an aching head I open my eyes. My roommate is yelling at me.
I sit up. Look around at the mess in the room. As I turn I see her sobbing “Please don’t spoil my life. I want to grow up to be you but not this way. With me your life was worth a replay. Our older self should also feel like visiting you and not just me.”
My roommate comes back and she is gone.
An hour later.
“Hey!” I smile at a colleague at the bus stop. He smiles back “hey.. Good morning”.
I guess I am going to have many more good mornings.