Take a step....hold a hand

I read a beautiful and thoughtprovoking quote recently, ''Don't let someone become a priority in your life, when you are just an option in their life. Relationships are best when they are balanced.'' So beautifully written. I have read and reread it several times because this is a very common error we all make in our relationships and then get hurt. We invest so much of our time and a good portion of our lives to nurture relationships with family and friends. Later in life when we look back we realise that with most people it was just a one way street, we invested but they did not. ...
How many of us make an effort to revive friendships with family  ? Friendships with family ? Yes !!!
We don't even consider family as friends ! Friends are the family we have can be reversed to say, family are the friends we have ! We take everyone in the family for granted right from immediate to cousins and feel that nurturing is not required . People who think like this are insensitive.
Give as much love as you can to your loved ones. It will never hurt anyone , it will improve relations.
Who doesn't like to feel important, but a majority of people are so scared to praise their family members....I wonder why ? Then there is this FB generation who are so fake in their emotional outbursts, their love knows no bounds but only on FB, to show the world.
Be genuine, respect each other, look at positives in each other, love unconditionally. Life will be so beautiful....just think, can I live without this person ? What if he/she is removed from my life, what will happen ? Do it before it's too late.....

Today's women contd

Yes, they made me so proud. They did have butterflies in their stomachs when they stood on the stage to speak . It was their first time and mine too !!!! I was equally nervous but confident. After the introduction they came one by one on stage and spoke on each topic they had rehearsed so diligently. They spoke on respect for women, good parenting and good healthI was so proud of them, of each word they spoke. The feeling was the same as when your child speaks the first time on stage. The applause brought smiles to the faces of these beautiful women. Their face shone with a new confidence, pride and a sense of achievement. So proud of them.

Today's women

''Iam inspired by my English teacher because she is a good natured  independent social worker......''
' Wow ! did I hear it right ? This came from my woman student, 32 year old, a mother, lives in the slums. It is my privilege to teach these women who are called 'underprivileged'. They are so enthusiastic to learn English , so they finish  their routine house work, pick up kids from school, drop them home and come to the class. The unmarried ones come after college or home.
When I started volunteering at National Society for Clean Cities India ( NSCCI ) I did not know how far I would go with these women who did not know English. I was so inspired by the team running the NGO, so dedicated and committed, so simple. I knew this was not easy because its easy to teach kids but these were adult women whose first priority is home.
I was amazed to see their dedication, they stayed. I started teaching them functional English and they struggled but slowly gained confidence.It has been a great learning for me as well. They are not dumb, they asked questions, reasoned out why this why not that ! Everyone's reason to learn English is different, some want it for a job, some to be able to teach their kids. I feel so proud of their willingness to learn. I know they do not have time at home to study or revise but still they work hard.
On the upcoming women's day I have prepared them to speak on 3 topics, its their first time but I am nervous as I want to build their confidence. They are so excited about it. So when I asked them to write who is their inspiration a few wrote 'My English teacher'.....my eyes moistened. Over the years I have become their anchor, their teacher, their friend.

ek kavita

मेरे  मित्रों , कुछ समय पहले अपनी एक उड़ान के दौरान जो महसूस किया वो लिखा ...आप सबके साथ बाँटना चाहती हूँ .....

चारू 

बादलों से  परे आसमान और भी है 

विमान के झरोखे से देखा तो लगा 

एक आसमान बादलों के नीचे और एक ऊपर भी है 

मन हुआ हाथ से छु लूं इस रुइनुमा बादल को 

पर यह शीशा बीच में आ गया 

मन हुआ घर ले जाऊ इस बादल को 

कैद कर लूं अपने कैनवस में 

उन भीनी ओस की बूंदों के लिए 

पर फिर लगा , नहीं , इसे तो आज़ाद उड़ने की आदत है 

सूरज की किरणों में रंग बदलने की आदत है 

मेरे कमरे में यह घुल जाएगा , और 

एक ही झटके में पानी बन जाएगा 

फिर कैसे मैं इसे आसमान से अलग करूँ 

कैसे सूरज की किरणों से बेवफाई करूँ 

येही किरने तो  बादल को कभी पीला, कभी नारंगी, कभी लाल, कभी सुर्ख रंग देती हैं 

ऐसा लगता है बादल कपडे बदल रहा है 

यह बादल ही तो आसमान को दो भागों में बांटता है 

एक उसके ऊपर और एक नीचे 

मैं इसे ले गयी तो बारिश का क्या होगा 

इनकी गर्जन से आई मुस्कान का क्या होगा 

इनके बरसने से आई खुशहाली का क्या होगा 

येही सोचते सोचते लो अपनी मंजिल भी आ गयी 

और एक बात जो हमेशा सुनते आये थे वो भी समझ आ गयी 

की प्रकृति से खिलवाड़ नहीं करो , यह भगवन की देन है 

उसे सहेज कर रखो तभी वोह हमें सहेजेगी 

Relationships mean a lot !

Life has reached a stage where one feels like holding on to only those relationships which have stood the test of time. I have nurtured these by investing so much of my time , time which is more precious and valuable than money. It is such a wonderful feeling to have a small group of genuine friends than a larger group of acquaintances. Over the years one has seen joy, hurt, happiness, defeat, win, love, hate and having analysed the situation I have felt that we are what we are because of our circumstances. Each one of us was like clay, life put us through fire and moulded us into different shapes and sizes, nurtured our minds to think differently, taught us patience, wisdom ( by the way wisdom is taught by life not acquired by us as birthright !!), gave hurt so that we may value love, showed death so that we may value life. They say, 'a face tells a story"....we have stories written all over our face, just need someone to reach out and read it. 

To all my friends who are reading this....I will always be there for you !

Some questions that intrigue me

Why is it that a girl has to leave her home after marriage and adjust in a new surrounding with strangers and make it her home for the rest of her life ???
Why do parents let go of their daughters happily after getting them married but want to hold on to their sons for the rest of their lives ???
Why is it that a girl is expected to call her husband's parents mummy and papa immediately on entering her new house whereas the boy is excused for the same ???
Why is a man called an ideal if he looks after his parents but a henpecked husband if he looks after his wife ???
Why is a man accused of having changed after his marriage because he happened to spend sometime with his wife ???

Why is it that the women in the family have a problem with the girl child ??? 

Why do they forget that they too are born a girl child, what if they were hated ???

Why is it difficult to forgive someone even if one wants to ???

Why do people hesitate in delegating ???

Why is everyone getting so formal in life ???

Where is love in any relationship ???

Why have mobile phones, Internet and TV taken away our conversations, letters, giggles, cuddles, laughter ???

Why do we not have time for each other ???

Age is just a number

Do you believe me when I say that age is just a number ! Well, you must believe me because its only the body which is attacked by that number, mann toh chanchal hi rahta hai. If our mann is chanchal means it remains young forever! I have seen old age at very very close quarters in my parents and in-laws. Instead of being scared of the process, I want to keep age on my side and learn to handle it gracefully. Firstly, I must look at people older than me and feel younger. I have to change the way I perceive things. If we do not change with time we will be left behind all alone.  If I look at someone younger and pine to be like that person in looks and dressing, then I have a major problem ! So , age gracefully. Look up not down...
I must think of all that I have wanted to do but couldnot because of all the responsibilities God bestowed on me ! I used to read a lot so maybe I can just read which will take care of my mental health and also the time available. I love to write so maybe I can think of writing a book , well Iam seriously thinking about it.!!! I can look at the varied experience I have and impart that education to the less fortunate, maybe volunteer to teach ! Iam very passionate about the girl child issue and want to educate all the girls I can and feel proud at their achievements. I want to reach out to the less fortunate who cannot afford to go to schools , women who have to fend for themselves because the husband is a drunkard and doesn't work, women who have to bring up their kids single handedly and here Iam also talking about the upper middle class where rearing up the kids is still the sole responsibility of the woman.
Its very important for us to realise that nobody is indispensable ( we realise it very late in life), actually why we do not realise it is because we do not want to let go .....of anything, we do not want to delegate because we are scared that it will diminish our value. How wrong are we ? If we have to move ahead , we must pass on our responsibilities to the younger generation and let them take over. This is a very important step to liberate oneself and stay happy. My mother-in-law did that and never interfered thereafter. She focussed on her reading and spirituality as also her few friends. It was very unfortunate that last year she fell sick and that blow changed her outlook from being strong to being unsure, insecure, scared. Its extremely unnerving to see your parents so helpless. I have been unfortunate to painfully witness these changes happen to my mother-in-law ,father-in law, mother and my father. At times I have cried the entire night because the hands that held you so that you do not fall, are now seeking that support from you. The mind which always found solutions to all your problems is looking for solutions to its own problems. The eyes which disciplined you by just one look are now seeking your presence and approval . The wavering wrinkly hands need to be held, the unstable steps need to be supported and most of all they need to be given something very precious for their age...Our time !
We have to understand that our requirements change with time. When we are younger we are surrounded by parents, realtives, friends, there is so much to achieve and so much to do that we have no time for anything else, not even to sit with our grandparents and listen to what they have to say. As we grow older we spend all our time earning money to support young kids, parents, our own aspirations,. As we grow even older there are weddings at home, our children get married and we are busy still. A little more older and our responsibilities start shrinking , younger generation is taking over. Now we need time from others which they don't have because of the same vicious cycle. We start pondering if they are the same kids whom we have brought up ! Nobody has Time.
I will come to where we started from, I must keep myself busy with what I have always wanted to do rather than eyeing the door for someone to come in for me. Its not easy but I will do it. May God give me the strength and good health to lead a happy and fulfilling old age which will not be dependent on others . I must learn from my life, from the mistakes that my parents inadvertently committed which  hurt me no end. Let me not do it to my son. I have happy that I have given TIME to my aging parents and in-laws , so no regrets and guilt on that account.
So, age gracefully and keep yourself occupied even if it means reading a book for hours or watching TV , and pray to God to give us good health.