Friday, May 27, 2016


Bold is Beautiful.

Impeccable lips adorned by her doubtless smile, unfaltering can-do attitude coupled with her fearless stance on just anything never failed to draw my interest. Her interestingly cool poise and the astute twinkle of her eyes deserve special mention. She left no stone unturned to rise above the conventional criterion of a homemaker those days.

My already inquisitive mind got even fussier when she said "My kids had always been the purpose of my life as much as my own self to me. A successful woman devotes herself willingly, strives to raise her family's standard despite outperforming herself everyday by working relentlessly on her small and big goals of life. 
Learning the intricacies of cooking and other household work is of vital importance for a woman, especially post marriage. But child, life is much bigger than just that, only if you have the will to behold it. Sacrifice is a woman's innate trait; even so, I always ensured to keep myself hale and hearty for the welfare of my family." 

Meanwhile I am here contemplating if only the 'italicised' above were true and not antithetical! 

In reality, Everything scares her. Everything! 
A cooker, lift, mobile phone, the new door latch, sleeping alone, stepping out on her own, speech, silence, just everything! Sadly, ignorance is not always bliss. It is pitiable. 
How come a person had been reluctant to introspect, throughout her life! How can someone always repel growth! With every passing day I only realise that her 'scary' list is never-ending; the reason being her deep-rooted profound sense of fear. More's the pity, it was fostered by her own parents rather than sowing fortitude and determination in the child's mind.  

Fear confines, driving away possibilities;
Fear beclouds vision, thwarting progress;
Fear paralyses, freezing calibre;
Fear destroys -
Unless you learn to deal with it.

Fear perishes at the onset of courage. Face it and we shall evolve!

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Inspirited mind

We do not remember our mother for how beautiful she was, do we?

The image of a mother in everyone's mind is so dear, filled with love and soul. 
Every loving mother is beautiful to her child. My mother was, is and will be the most beautiful person I have ever known and admired. Never failing to drench me with that 'unconditional' love of hers, she had always been the 'spine' of my life. That said, I am also left with a tint of guilt forever because she spent all her life raising her children, choosing to be a mother over a chemist or a novelist or probably anything she could have been - only because I was her Priority! "All that I am today, I owe to my mother."

When I was aimlessly lazing around, I studied discipline and determination from my Guru.
Like an untamed stream of water channelizing into a river, I got 'directed' towards my pinnacle, admiring my Guru's devotion. In every thought, in every state: there was purpose, there was passion and the passion was Music. That undying passion I could feel when I engrossed myself in the Musical aura of my Guru seemed to have a strong hold on me, impelling me to do better everyday.

"A teacher affects eternity. He can never tell where his influence stops".
- Henry Adams

"Surrounding ourself with inspiring people is the best way to motivate ourself", any second thought?

The most amazing thing that happened to me was bumping into someone, who in deed lives with all high morales I have ever read about - making it arduous for me to refrain myself from being inclined towards His exemplary, fine principles of life and the unabated composure that define Him. It is all the more uplifting to simply have Him alongside. Making no extra effort, just by being Himself, my Husband enlightens me day after day, refining my perspective on anything and everything. "A good husband is another parent to a woman", isn't he?

In fact, 'Being inspired' has always been a part of growing up for me.

Every Goodness we see around is a prompt: to excel, to be a better human being!
Take it or leave it - it is upto us.

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