I woke up in the morning with the feeling of a new day. The new day had a
wish. I wished that I could see a shinning star in the bright clear blue
sky. I went to see the sky. The bright sunny sky had birds flying all over.
Sun's rays were adding beauty to few clouds floating up there. The breeze
was cold as it was early in the morning. Through my balcony I could see the
sea. Its appearance gave me strength to carry on. Sea or ocean as you may
call it is huge. It has the heart of a gem so much of life, and activities
keep going on in it but yet its so silent and so simple. From above one
could never know what’s going on inside. I tried to search my Star and
there right in front of me I could see a single big star shinning as if it
was smiling to me and wishing me good morning and a good day ahead.
Satisfied with what I have witnessed through my balcony I went in to
prepare for a long day ahead.
My day was as busy & as usual hectic but I was wondering that I kept
thinking about my star and the calmness its presence brought me. Its good
wishes have helped me through my day. After the days work I got back home.
It was getting dark outside and my Star strike my mind again. I rushed to
my balcony to visit it again that day.
As the sun sets I could see the bright sky disappearing into dim lights of
the millions of small stars. I could see the sun is immersing itself into
the sea to come again for another bright day. The sky was now occupied by
small-small lights, the lights of many stars. The sea was quiet as usual.
The streetlights were switched on. The traffic was more as people might be
in hurry to reach home. The breeze was cold again. But there I could meet
my brightest Star. It stands out in the mass. I could feel the Intensity
and serenity it brought deep in me, it simply lighten me up from inside.
Smiling at my star I started to talk to it. I explained it how was my day
and it listened to me quietly. Having done with my talking I was in peace
to end the day as I knew my Star would be there in the bright sky the next
day, to wish me luck through out the day.
Sun is symbol of hope, Birds remembered me of life, Sea its beauty and
vastness. When I saw the sky it told me to follow my limitless dreams. Few
clouds represented coolness and movement in life, many small stars are the
crowd and my Star stands out. My Star is my hope, life, dream and my love
and this Bright Star, MY STAR is you..... I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I love giving gifts to the people whom I like gifts and yes looove to receive gifts he he he.
On b’days / anniversaries I tend to send a Card or a small momentum to my dear ones. But that was only up to a limit. It was just to see happiness on my pals face.
Almost a year ago I met a young, talented and very talkative girl. No one could mess with her. We work at the same place and that was when I learnt from her the joy of giving.
She is the only person whom I have ever seen who loves to present her pals with lots of gift. You just have to be in her long list of friends and you are surely to be surprised on your b’day with her gifts. If it’s not your b’day just without any occasion she will buy something and gift it to you. She always say “I was at this shop and I saw this thing (the present) and I thought of you so here it’s for you”. We stare her with our amazed eyes. Earlier my thoughts were like “what a stupid brat she is”. As time passed by and she become my very good friend only then I realized the joy she gets to present her loved ones. People have started fearing to open their mouth and say “oh!!! I like this” as the next day she might get it for them.
Her innocent act impressed everyone because all she accepts is love and true friendship in return nothing else. But our common tendency is how we gonna return it to her?
She is for sure the craziest person I have ever seen who spends more than half of her salary on her dear ones. I am sure she’s gonna hate me to have used the word “spend” as she do not agree on the term when she gets gifts.
But on the whole no one can beat her on this act of her’s but she truly enjoys the joy and pleasant smile on her friends face.
I hope from the bottom of my heart that I am by her side when she needs me. GOD BLESS
My biggest fear is to be left alone. I fear loneliness.
Few months back suddenly I felt that no one needs about me. No one loves me. My parents are no longer the same they have their own world to carry on and I am not a part. My brother now don’t like to talk to me and my dear friends they don’t like me and are simply irritated to talk to me. Whatever I say what ever I do, never interest any of them. My demands become secondary and I am no longer a part in their life. I felt helpless and useless. The only thing I did was started to stay aloof. Not talking to any one. Quite all the time- at home, office, and everywhere I go. I actually made myself meet my nightmare “being lonely”.
I cried for reasons I still don’t understand. I don’t know what was going on but I felt miserable. My depression was now visible on my face to my surprise people noticed it. “What happened to you?” With all their concerns each and every person asked me and my parent got much tensed. All were scratching their heads to know the reason of my silence.
And that was the moment I learned a very important lesson of my life. “No one neglected me it was only me who reacted that way”. It was me who got aloof and yes lonely. I was punishing myself and I realized that I felt neglected but no one actually tried to do that to me.
So now I have learned a biggest lesson to live life as if it’s my world.
She was all excited about her marriage that she took active participation in all the arrangements for it. Indian weddings are usually huge and continue for 3-4 days. It starts with various rituals to be followed to the final day of marriage and then final goodbye from her parent’s house. North Indians typically have their actual weeding rituals during the night.
We found our self’s listening to some funny incidences and talks she has with her fiancé over the phone. Every person got engrossed in her little world. Things went perfectly well. All rituals went fine and the D-day arrived when the couple would be announced man and wife in front of whole world. By the time birds announced it to be day every one was ready to bid the girl bye. The bride – my cousin would be leaving her parents and staying with her new family- her husband.
With in seconds the whole atmosphere was changed by a wave of sadness. This was when I thought about our social life. From childhood to adulthood we girls are protected, loved, pampered by our dearest parents and suddenly we are asked to change and survive in the new environment where you may find a mother-like image but not your mother. With only one hope and one reason a girls leaves every thing behind and walk into a new life. And the hope is love.
Indian wedding mostly ends with lot of crying by the girls-side family. My cousin who till the previous night was all very excited was drown into ocean of tears. She was made to sit in the train with the groom’s family and the brides family gathered around the window of the train to console and talk to her. Every one went near to the window and in their way tried to comfort her. I could not gather the courage to go near to her and say any thing to her but in few minutes I found my self holding her hands and tapping them with mine. She cried more and more as the train left the station.Men are supposed to be strong, and they cannot cry in public. Most men remain in their calm however emotionally broken they are. But this is one time when any father or brother would be seen with tears rolling down his eyes. Once the train left the station I was shocked to see my uncle breaking down in the station and other men trying to get hold of him.
The worst part of a wedding is the ritual of bidding the girl bye…it is called ‘Bidai’ in India. As a girl I always have a soft corner for the girls going through her bidai. But I was thinking what it must be like to be the groom and watching your bride and her family crying as if they are crying for their lives. It must be a feeling of guilt, a thief (stealing away the family treasure- the daughter) or just so annoyed by the drama going around him. But whatever the feeling is he must be terrible as his wife is weeping herself out during this custom.
Few hours later we called my cousin to ask if she was ok. She sounded excited and as normal as she was during her wedding time. Probably we girls are made to enjoy the present momet leaving behind the past or the boy’s family is too good at wiping off the crying girls tears.
About Me
- Neha
- Hey thanks for visiting my blog...read it and i hope u'll enjoy. Well i am Neha Shrivastava. I am living in Mumbai, India. Luv to njoy life n make friendz and keep in touch with my old buddies. Trendy and sweet missing my college days and friends. Hey I am not a writer nor a poet. So here in my blog you gonna read life through my eyes or rather my thoughts......keep reading.....
