I_$uggest #002

It seems JUST OUT OF MY REACH. What should I do? Take a leap, extend my hand, and grab it. This is what I suggest.

I_$uggest #001

PROCRASTINATE a lot? simple solution- When have a task to complete, don't think. Don't tell yourself 'ill just get up and do it'. Instead, JUST DO IT. Don't talk to yourself and waste time, just do your work. Once you've started it, there isn't much of a chance of you leaving it, and if there is, use the same mantra. This is what I suggest.

Why is it that whatever I do is never enough?

A World Too Big

I wrote this poem after reading 'The Diary of a Young Girl' or the diary of Anne Frank.

A greatly inspirational book which gives you a better insight on the true essence of life, and tells you how to (and how not to) lead your life. Although I really doubt it, I hope this poem does justice to Anne Frank and her diary. This poem is a tribute not only to the young girl, but also to the other members of the Secret Annexe. 

The world’s too big,

For a girl this age.

Too cruel,

To forever stay brave.

Though if you show the world,

You are brave,

They will change you,

And ‘make you behave’.

Behave? In what way?

The way society desires.

A little humanity in people,

Is all the world requires.

But alas! Why should we

Believe in love and peace?

And quietly just

Our ego seize?

When instead,

We can damage and destroy.

And make the world,

How we want it to be.

Because at the end of the day,

We are humans.

We have the ability

To keep our greed at bay.

Nature is beautiful,

And meant for everyone.

Humans aren’t discriminated

By the stars, the moon and the sun.

Then who are we,

To decide the hierarchy of life?

To omit the different,

And the beauty of nature disguise?

The world’s too big,

For a girl this age.

Too cruel,

To forever stay brave.

But the inner wisdom,

If on the right track,

On the path of goodness,
Can cure just about any crack.

Lunar Dreams

After college, my friends had plans.

Charles wanted to get married soon,

Lola wanted to paint,

But I, I decided to go to the moon.

Leave my mark in history,

And science too.

Have UN and the government-

Everyone at my shoe!

Be a part of space agencies like NASA,

And feel the lack of gravity.

Float in space,

Free from the world’s depravity.

I want to be lost,

In the universe’s nest.

See the beauty of existence,

At its very best.

Be safe from the ticking of the clock,

And the noise of a busy street,

Instead, just be alone with myself,

And hear my own heart beat.

After college, my friends had plans.

Charles got married soon,

Lola became a painter,

But I, I went to the moon.

You value something till you don't have it,
And then value it again once it isn't yours anymore.
Oh god! Help me!
Make me learn the value of things which are in my hands, and not desire for those which aren't. Make me value the things I need instead of the ones I want. Make me value the things I have, instead of those my neighbour flaunts. 

Tricked

Sid was awfully quiet today. He never sat quietly in the class. It was unusual and he looked sad too. His friends didn't notice but his teacher did. She asked him the reason behind his sadness. Sid started crying and surprised the teacher by his sudden outburst of emotion.  The teacher- Ms. Lin- asked him what was wrong. He replied in between sighs that he was scared for the exams. Ms. Lin smiled and tried soothing him, telling Sid that it was only an obstacle he had to overcome with flying colours. But that wasn't enough for him. Sid kept asking her to tell him a little about the blueprint and the questions that would come. Being the softy that her students thought she was, Ms. Lin ended up revealing a lot about the question paper. By that time, a few of Sid’s friends had gathered around them and were trying to eavesdrop, but with one cautious glare from Sid, they backed up. Finally, when Sid thought he knew enough, he swept away his fake tears and ran to his friends to tell them what he’d just heard- to reveal the question paper. Ms. Lin had been tricked! Or had she?

“But don't these questions sound familiar?” asked one of Sid’s friends.

“They should. They’re last years questions,” came Ms. Lin’s voice, startling all the students.
She was a teacher, and she knew her children better than the lines of her palm. She knew when she was tricked, but she played along, and finally tricked the trickers!

Just remembering those days when I would come back from school to run into my mother's arms. And then, she would go to get my food, and I would run into 'hiding'- the one place where I thought no one would be able to find me. And boy, wasn't I right. My mom would go all around the big blue tent, acting oblivious to my obvious hideout. I, in the meantime, would giggle and try with no success to control my laughter. And then, suddenly, she would put her hand through the 'window' with a big spoon of 'dal chawal' with a loud, "Found You!"
I miss those days when immaturity was an act of fun, not stupidity. Stupidity was being cute, not dumb. And 'dumb' wasn't an everyday adjective but a taboo word. Those days when you didn't judge and weren't judged, and those days when you genuinely smiled at almost every thing.
I miss all those days...

My thoughts tend to wander off occasionally... frequently... regularly...

Is spirituality making people blind? 

Deep Blue Ocean

A vast expanse of nothing,

But shades of blue,

Spread over thousands of meters,

Its magnitude askew.

Made up of millions,

If not billions of tiny droplets.

Gigantic in size,

Its timeless.

Despite its volume,

It is contained in its allotted sector

To a hundred different species,

It is the protector.

It is the grand father

Of all cascades.

If the world were a deck of cards,

It is the ace of spades.

A patient’s motivational speaker

A poet’s inspirational corner,

The exciter of the depressed

A country’s alluring honour.

It is deep,

It is of the colour of the sea,

A colossal puddle,

Completely free

It is ferocious,

It is perennial,

It is golden,
It is the OCEAN.

Learning from the Fall

A few days back, a very dear friend of mine fell down while trying to do a somersault on the bars of our bus on the way back from school. His wrist was swollen and by the look of it, it seemed to be dislocated. He was shrieking in pain.

I wanted to help. I wanted to make him feel better. I wanted to take charge. But the problem was, seeing his hand that way made me feel nauseous. I felt completely dehydrated, my ears were blocked, I felt giddy and knew I was on the verge of fainting. Before I could help him, I had to help myself. I took out a bottle of water as quickly as I could and gulped down as many sips of water as it took me to calm down.

Recovering from my shock, I realised that everybody- the teacher along with the students-was trying to help, but wasn't really doing anything, only talking about what they should do. The teacher had already spoken to his mother who decided that the child should be dropped at his bus stop from where she would pick him up and take him to the hospital even though reaching the stop would take half an hour and an additional 15-20 minutes to go to the hospital.

I knew I couldn't argue with the teacher to take him straight to the hospital so I tried doing the best I could at that time- reducing the pain. Recalling everything I knew about first aid, I got what according to me was a wonderful idea. I decided to divert his attention from the pain. He's not in the same grade as me so I asked him about his class teacher. Still in pain, he answered my question. Second question. But this time, instead of answering like he had previously, he got agitated and commanded me to stop asking him questions. I felt a bit embarrassed at that and so I sat back in my seat not knowing what else to do.

After some time, I thought of another idea which, once again didn't work out too well. I remembered that my friend had bought a can of Coke a while ago which I believed could serve as a cold pack and help reduce both the swelling and the pain. I asked him if he wanted it but once more, he screamed at me to leave him alone. By that time we had neared his bus stop and I wondered if it were best not to talk about the injury and so, that's what I did.

Soon, we had reached my stop. I got off, stealing glances at him, not knowing what to say. 'Get well soon' seemed quite stupid and therefore I quietly went without uttering a single word.

This incident has taught me a hundred things at the same time. From my friend, who was in a very bad condition at that time yet remained strong, I learnt self-control. I knew that if I were in his place, I would have been howling but he, knowing that everyone was trying their best to do whatever they could, controlled himself. Sitting silently, he bared the pain. From my teacher, I grasped the art of staying calm even in the most disastrous of situations. She managed not to panic and talked to the boy's mother in an imperturbable tone. The instructor didn't let what she knew- how bad the injury really was- show on her face. Not wanting to further panic the child, she acted like it weren't that big a deal. And most of all, I learnt from myself that in devastating situations such as this, the most important thing is not to panic yourself, for fear is healthy but panic is deadly. You can't lose control on yourself if you want to take charge of the situation. I also learnt that things don't always go as planned, but you need to give it another try and not simply give up. This incident may not be great but it has taught me great things which I know I will never forget.

I was born a barbie,
But since that was too mainstream,
I grew up as myself B-)

House or Home?

Whats required to make a house? A piece of land, 4 walls and 1 roof.  But whats needed to make a home? Just the feeling of belonging. You can be surrounded by hundreds of people in the Buckingham Palace and not get that feeling, or you could be with your one best friend in a hut made of straw, and be at home. If I were to define love, attachment, affection, I would say its home- something we just cant do without. While every home is a house, every house in NOT a home, and it is your choice to make your house your home. The richest men on earth aren't the ones with the biggest houses, but the ones with the biggest homes. I finally conclude, your feet may abandon your house, but your heart will never leave your home.

Your Life, Your Choice

In a small city in the state of Chowill, lived a 14 year old girl named Kiya. She had everything going for her- she was a national level chess player, was popular in her school, was beautiful and smart, a rare combination- yet, she wasnt happy. She wanted much more from life and envied anyone who would freely smile. Because of this jealousy, she would mess up whatever she did. In the night before her birthday, Kiya had a strange dream. An angel visited her mind and said, "My dearest Kiya. My beautiful girl. You are so talented. Why arent you happy being who you are? Remember one thing, whatever the circumstances may be- good or bad- its your response to them that matters. You have the choice of a happy response, or..." With that she vanished and Kiya snapped out of her dream, trying to interpret the angels words. The next day, the alarm clock stopped working and Kiya woke up 20 minutes late. She was about to scream when she thought better. She quickly got ready and went to school where she was met with a heavy downpour just before she managed to get into the school building. That really frustrated her, but she was drenched and couldn't do anything about it. She simply smiled and danced in the rain, enjoying the moment- choosing to enjoy the moment.

Magic Mastered

I don't believe in magic, but I do believe in moments- moments that are magical.

I don't need a wand to create those magical moments, just a pinch of laughter with a tablespoon of love would suffice.

I don't have someone give me the ingredients, only my heart does that,

And the world doesn't seem problematical anymore, just magical...

Sometimes I just wish that I could block out the sounds of this fast paced city, close my eyes and forget what's happening in the world around me, and just peacefully go to sleep in my mother's lap, with her arms around me. 

My Prince Charming

HE isn’t very handsome,

But has a heart-melting smile.  

He doesn't live is a castle,

But in a 3-bedroom apartment.

He doesn't have a hundred slaves to take care of him,

But one younger brother to take care of.

He doesn't eat lavish food for each meal,

But compliments whatever he eats.

He isn’t the most popular boy in town,

But definitely is the friendliest.

He isn’t perfect,

But he is happy.

He isn’t Prince Charming,

But he is mine.

I love him

And he loves me.

And that is our fairytale.

Butterfly's Route

Fly butterfly fly.
Fly over meadows and grasslands,
Be free!
Free in the open sky.
Explore the world.
The world is a big place, dear little butterfly.
See each and every corner,
And hear the secrets it has to offer.
Take in the essence of the place,
Feel! Feel this world.
Don't have any regrets.
Just fly freely on this planet.
Fly butterfly fly.

Shooting Hearts

Cuz my heart is like a shooting star,
Beautiful & bright, lost amidst the darkness.
But then brought back to the ground, to reality,
Where it shatters,
And creates a black hole, an empty void inside of me.

Dubai

I want to be soaked in not the heat,

But in the warmth of this place.

I want to be lost

In this country's beautiful maze.

I want to feel the water calling me,

And run & run & run in the sea.

I want to play in the sand,

And run about these dunes so grand.

I want to go till the top of Burj-Khalifa,

However many floors that may be.

I want to indulge in this place's delights,

Preferably for free.

I want to be part of this place's culture,

And tradition as well.

I want to hear all the stories

This place has to tell.

I want to shop from the malls,

And from the streets too.

I want to see for myself

If the legends of this place are all true.

I want to do all this,

And much much more.

One thing I know for sure,

Is that of this place, I will never get bored.

I want to experience this place.

I want to enjoy this place.

I want to feel this place.

I want to live Dubai.