Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Cleaning out my closet....


Honesty and trust are THE most important things in any relationship. If you can't trust your partner, if you cannot rely on your partner, then you will always be divided and apart from the one person who should be standing beside you against the world.

Stunned, I lay on the floor and gathered my faculties as his muffled queries drifted into my consciousness, and it hit me that there was a spark in our friendship, a glint which told my heart its not the case of just 'another' friendship maturing to heights.

My nonchalant response was an attempt on my part to convince myself, falsely though. I wasn't someone prone to strange and frequent catastrophes, but then I realized that hiding the truth only prolonged inevitable discovery, so I introduced him to my life of calamity. It's tempting to create a flawless façade when striving to capture the attention and affection of the opposite sex. Problems arise, however, when our veneer loses its shiny luster and the dull truth surfaces with a resounding pop into an idyllic dream world.

A common mistake of many couples is to become too close, too fast, because it's easier. Barbie and Ken meet and fall in love, only to discover later that the fabulous blister card descriptions left out a few important details, and I would have followed suit had I not fallen for a man with more wisdom than the average, run-of-the-mill Ken doll.

I took the plunge into feeling close to him over talks on the phone, sending me reeling into euphoric daydreams of romantic speeches about undeclared love, and most times I put on the brakes, sending us back to the "just friends" level.

Through my struggle earlier, I had learned to take my problems to God first and had learnt that She alone fulfills my needs and desires. But, the arrangement was noticing a pardigm shift. During this time of frustrating delay, our friendship grew, but most importantly, I drew close to him. I needed his strength for patience, contentment and wisdom to keep from employing manipulation tactics. I never would have chosen him to wait, because it would have been easier and more instantly gratifying to become a couple, but at what cost?

I have finally arrived at a point where I realized that despite the turmoil I experienced, I had gained far more by not being with him because it forced me to SEEK him.

Pause to ponder:

Love, when we meet it, comes in many guises. But nevertheless when we do meet love, we come to a crossroad. It does not have to be a real crossroad with a stop light , pedestrian lanes, and heavy traffic. It could be at an office, a park, a train station, a house. The landscape differs but the truths behind it remain the same. Love, though it may seem hard to think of at first, is a choice...to jump on that imaginary train, to enter the door, to hold a hand. We stand at our crossing carrying nothing more than our faith, our hopes, our trust, and that human capacity to selflessly give without counting the cost. It's not always rosy but we can choose to look beyond the cloudy skies, weather the storm. Love is just around the corner...if we're patient enough to wait and to search.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Operation Life.....Dissecting it!!




Because my grief seems quiet and apart,
Think not for such a reason it is less.
True sorrow makes a silence in the heart,
Joy has its friends but grief, its loneliness

The wound that tears does too readily confess.
It can be mended by fortune or by art.
But there are woes no medicine can dress,
For there are wounds that from the spirit start.

So do not wonder that I do not weep,
Or say my anguish is too little shown.
There is a quiet here, there is a sleep,
There is a peace that I’ve made my own.
So many wounds are bandaged within,
Healing them always takes a slow turn.
As much as I try, internally and without,
My heart bleeds, no more can I learn.

What do I crave for? What do I want?
What do I long for? What have I got?
Queries to explain, answers to be found,
Mysteries to unravel, thats what life's about!!

Monday, November 20, 2006

TO MEET HIM WAS WRITTEN IN MY STARS….

Walking on a busy roadside pavement one day, below the blazing sun along with the warm loo winds breezing through my dry tresses, I noticed a streaming crowd across the street. Under the shade of the huge banyan tree with its roots drooping down and touching the earth, multitude of people had congregated around it. I struggled my way to cut through the raging traffic and managed to cross the road just to see an uncommon site in a city like Delhi.

Sitting right in front of me was a short man with flabby arms, a huge paunch and glittering eyes - the typical Indian astrologer.

I managed to wrestle my way through the swarm of throbbing masses and showed him my palms. Holding it in his rough hands, he scrutinized them carefully and looked up to me. His appearance intimidated me.

The astrologer was wearing a saffron-dyed bulky spherical turban round his baldhead, while a small tail of hair made its way out in the rear. He was dressed in a kurta and a dhoti. His clothing was frayed and soiled and his hair unkempt. His face was smeared with ash and on his forehead a vertical vermilion mark had been applied, closer to the shape of an exclamation mark. He sat in a squatting position, with his knees drawn up and heels touching the hams. During conversations, his teeth would flash through his black moustaches. His hands moved frantically to assert his point of view while his wobbly head nodded in agreement.

Conducting business in makeshift locations, his equipment was appropriately mobile. Hanging on the tree, right behind him, was a huge chart of zodiacal constellations. In the front, a white sheet had been spread which contained his professional yet unsophisticated tools- a few shells and coins, bundles of paper and cloth with gibberish written all over, a pack of cards with astronomical signs and planets painted on them, maps and diagrams of heavenly bodies, a caged-parrot and a box containing the earnings of the day.

Charging me a hefty amount of Rs.100 for a five-minute talk on my impending future, I went away mumbling a few obscenities. Looking back, I saw him digging his short nose into the astrological books to gain perception and find out answers for his other curious and prospective customers.