What I wish I knew @ 22

Yoga..

A way to make space

Focus

To cope with the pace

What doesnt kill you only makes you stronger..

And hell yeah its worth living longer..

You dont need to be rich to suceed

To be learned to lead.

Babies are born with no guile

Great pain can hide behind a smile

Love will take you that extra mile.


Better half full with the promise of glory

Than harp on with despair fear and worry.

Better alone than settling for crumbs

Always always wait for 'em drums.


Its easy to let life get you down,

Buried in negativity when the chips are down

Few will advise on staying the course...

Still fewer will be around...for better or worse

to paint a picture, make sure your bubble doesn't burst.



Its harder to trust than to doubt

Easier to leave than to shout.




You dont need to give birth to love a child
To live in a jungle to heed the call of the wild.

Love is a churning emotion.. hard to define
There aint no point casting ur pearls before swine

What seems bright and shiny,

May in fact turn dark and grimy...

Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder

Inner radiance cannot be injected

Your deepest fears your wildest dreams neither cant be detected

In fact it is your heart that will keep your soul protected.



A kind heart can at times be taken for granted

Sometimes you dont know how the fire started.

A firm stance, can be seen as a sign of arrogance.

Being true to yourself aint easy for sure.

But its better than faking to endure.

Travel will broaden your mind & teach you more than school

Hopefully your heart over your head will rule...


Every thing Ive seen I will see again...

Storms never last nor does pain,

But the rainbow is worth the strain.

When the teacher is ready the master appears

Around Honor and glory faith cannot stumble

A great man must always be humble.

The ways of the world can get you down

But do not in despair allow your troubles to abound.

God doesnt throw challenges he knows you cant take

We have all in this world our own path to make...

Beyootiful Liars...

This ones for all my sisters who wake up in the morning and shriek at the site of a new laugh line/ gray hair...

Back handed compliments are us ...So 2day someone says 2 me.. wow u mustve been really stunning when you were younger.... I ASK U...:)! So net net a woman can only be beautiful if shes under 25, slim and fair is it? How ridiculous is that & no o puhlease I dont need any hurried reassurances thank u :)! its the cruel steroetypes which affect women, less confident than myself that alarms me...

Lets face it after all a whole beauty industry thrives on womens insecurity right?

Fortunately for me i come from strong confident stock...(no i dont mean cows :)!)

My mother, granma and great grandma are all beautiful inside and out. Naturally so.

And continue to radiate it well into old age.

Both ma and gran look a good 15 years younger than their chronological ages and that aint due to botox baby!

Frankly I have never quite understood the whole hullaballooo.. the strong need to confirm ,ape and adhere to preconceived notions.

In our country people are ageist, lookists and casteist and then complaing that westerners are racist!

And yet.. if you look at true beauty icons... women who continue to be revered through the ages are those who stand out in some way shape or form... the women who refuse to confirm to typical norms.

Look at Padma Lakshmi at 40 plus, Madhuri Dixit, Shabana Azmi? Maharani Gayatri Devi, Leela Naidu, Pooja Bedi...

If I was to cite role models for todays women it would be from the above...Yep I am vain enough to want to look my best. So I do what it takes to ensure that happens in point of fact I believe its a responsibility most of us should uphold.

So by all means carve out an hour for exercise in whatever form at whatever time, you owe it to yourself. Yoga is a miracle worker in my book. You dont have to break the bank on your appearance either .. just understand what enhances you and work it to the max...

So go on ladies.. be the best you can be.And for Gods sake dont let petty little minds bring you down.

:)!

What matters the most...

Social networking.. the movie... most people raved about it... a friend of mine swore I'd be inspired....whilst instinct warned otherwise i went along for the ride...

Though it didn't inspire me it did make me think and possibly reiterated stuff Ive suspected all along.

What really matters ? What motivates a self confessed nerd with zero confidence and social standing 2 create a multi billion dollar enterprise?

Why rejection from the object of his affections of course. He didn't just get mad he got far above even...

Don't stop now.. cut to the end of the flick... hes alienated from his best friend forced to come to out of court settlements all around and craving feminine attention still.

Makes u wonder. Was it worth it? For him? You and I and a million others world wide benefit sure. What about him.

Cut back to reality... I was taking a riksha ride the other day.. and as usual got chattering with the long suffering driver. (This is a carry over from my flight attendant days I insisted on extracting people's life stories regularly.., theres something about Kimberley I guess sic :))

It transpires our man has spent the last 20years in this city . Through his meager wages he has managed to buy a flat in UP (his native place),put both his sons through engineering college and b school and now they want him to hang up his boots.

He proudly told me that theyve said they will lock up the rikshah , there will be no need to even let it out on rent.

His wife is gonna come to Mumbai to shop and then they will return to their town and subsequently go on a religious pilgrimage across the city.


Guess which one of the above two real life stories inspired me? Mark may wanna take a riksha ride round these parts if he still hasnt found what he's looking for.


Then again will he ever find content ? (the verb) Some never seem to. Lord knows Ive met a few but then thats a whole different blog. :)

Sweeeet inspiration...

So lately its fair to say there've been twinges of self pity.

Things not flowing the way they ought to be ...

Just when Id curled into a bundle of sorrow...I met a soul whos spirit made me ashamed to wallow.

It was Dassera the day stretched ahead an empty space... Id taken myself off to the local parlour for some (cheap but much needed pampering). The regular manicurist was on holiday. Instead there was a cheery girl from the north east .

She spoke perfect english and perhaps encouraged by my frequent thank yous and pleases decided she felt comfy enough to chat with me.

She suddenly looked up at me and asked me if i liked to dance. I was surprised by the question bcoz the girl has got to be at least 20 years younger than me....

The fact that shed picked up on my energy astounded me. Because I do so love to dance and darn it all its been ages...:)

Then we had this chat about how both of us tended to clean our houses whilst dancing away with our broomsticks... :):).

The girls doing her internshiop at the salon and lives in a hostel at the other end of town. She hasnt been home in 2 years and is matter afact about the sacrifices shes made for her career.

She didnt know it but she reminded me of many things that day :

a) Life doesnt treat all of us equal. But that doesnt mean you stop smiling.
b) You can still dance you can still smile you can still make it happen :)!

Thanks lady... I salute ur spirit. I know there are many like you and i hope you see your dreams come true.

Turnin me the right way round :)

They say reason , season , lifetime.

I say whatever be the frame... Loving you cut the bonds that kept my soul in chains.

For the longest time I was blind, caught up in a mire. A world of gray which blocked and drained... completely drained of fire.

It took your depth, your wisdom and care; for me to see that Love does indeed remain . A Love Id long proclaimed insane.

Deep beneath the surface it lurked under reams of tears ,mistrust and fear.

When the path dwindled who can say?

All i know is I felt destined to fail.

When I first met you I thought the same. Heaped negativity preempting blame and pain.

Youve set an example Id like to uphold. A beacon of light very brave and bold.

Ive seen u give love without question or shame. Seen patience and kindess , firmness remains.

You cut through my defences , brought me in from the rain.

Its not just me ive seen you reach out to bail.
Its not like you havent seen your share of pain.

We may see tomorrow who can say..

Know this though, Im grateful to have met you come what may.

2 many pieces...

2 many walls

2 many feelings

2 much of your past

2 allow believing.

For ages I tried...

Hope washing away pride

Till reality bit and I awakened

To a truth I had almost forsaken.

In the battle for you I almost lost me.

And this I can never allow 2 be.

Your issues ... your own...

Your past a hollow

Choose if you will to wallow.

Im walking into a better tomorrow :)!

Me I seek brightness and light

Rainbows remain...

Not saying I wont be there to turn

corners in darkness...

Or hold ur hand through the rain

Its just ..

Theres a time for pleasure

A time for pain.

A time to look forward & let the past remain.

:)

K

Not of this earth...

So what of fame, glamour & glory.

There is no different end to this story.

So what of style & grace...

Still she flew to a different place.

2 trusting some say,2 impeteous 2 dreamy 2 spaced...

Did she see it coming... or choose to dance in its face?

What led her to take the steps she did..

Caterpulting her out of the race.



R.I.P. Viveka. Never knew you... but can strangely empathise a great deal.

When you dont know where to turn and who to trust, sometimes the only thing you can do is go home.