Who Is Driving Your Life ?

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The biggest challenge faced by people in today’s time is the feeling that our lives are just spiraling out of control. The events the circumstances we are in all lead us to a road, a route that has no control over all the misfortunes and wrong doings that has brought us actually to this moment in life.

But do you think that our life can change on its own? The truth is that our life will not change unless and until we take the full responsibility for it. What matters is our ability to respond, take responsibility of the situation rather than accepting any form of blame of the situation we get into.

We have to realize that it’s never the events of our lives, but the way respond to these events will shape-up our lives and create our life. We have to stop being the creatures of circumstances, and start responding to the situation in a way that we want, so that we can take our life where we desire.

It’s high time that we stop blaming any and every thing that happens to us, it’s time we understand that responsibility is not something you have to go out and search, it’s within us. It’s the power that calls on to us and makes us realize that it’s we are to be blamed at to whatever happens to us and no one else. Most of us are conditioned to blame someone else, for all the parts of our life that don’t work. No one else can make us happy or sad; it’s our own self which will do that.

We need to get back behind the wheel of our life, take control and direct the life we choose to live. Do you really think that it’s the conditions of our life that brings us to the state we are in? The answer is a big “NO “. It’s not the conditions but rather the decisions as to what things mean to us and what are we going to do about it, creates the real conditions of our life.

If we keep on blaming someone or something else, we will always remain bound, because we would only rely on something or someone to be responsible for how we feel, for our state of mind and our life. Ultimately it would be that someone who would be running our life and not we!! Instead we should get behind the wheel, and drive our life the way we want to, take it where we need to go rather than going with the flow.

I believe that there are two choices in our life, the conscious and the other unconscious (no rocket science in it!!).  You can go with the flow, sit back, relax and let the events and the circumstances lead the river of our life and take us where ever it wants to go or we can have both your hands on the steering wheel, control your life, we make the decision as to which way we would like to go.

I don t intend to say, by taking responsibility of things, we will be able to control our life completely or we start living in self pity or blame. Yes we won’t be able to control all the events of our life, but we will definitely able to make a decision on which event is important to us, and how are we going to react to it to bring an outcome.

Taking responsibility is all about being in charge, calling out our own shots, create our own world. We need to take that shift in the thinking and behavior. To turn problems in to opportunities and that the key to turn the ordinary life to something called extraordinary.

We win some we lose some, hence winning and losing in life is an internal game, no one can take our responsibility or no one can give us responsibility. it’s like an internal process ,a switch within us that only needs to either be turned on of turned off.

Life for sure is an amazing adventure, but only if you perceive it to be one, we are the ones who get to steer the ship of our life and direct the course. We won’t be ever able to control the wind but what we can do is direct the sail.

Life is either a daring adventure or nothing – Helen Keller

What is it for you??

Lost & Found

At the end of the day, as I sit in front of my television set, hop to my favorite music channel and start reading my book from where I had left. 

Ok that’s, my normal routine at night, once I put my son to be bed. I call it as “Me  Time "…..

I had just finished reading a page and my eyes moved from the book to the television set , my uncles favorite song was being played ,” Yeh Zindagi Usiki Hai , Jo kisi ka ho gaya “ …. .  It has been 7 years, my uncle passed away, but whenever I hear this song, it brings smile on my face ….

I started listening to music, because of him ,he use to have a Murphy Radio , with him and me as a child use to be either in his lap, or playing around listening to songs and this was the first one which he had taught me to sing …..

The song reminded me of collection of all my uncles’ favorite songs, was with me in a CD …!!! I remember sitting with him for hours and compiling the whole bunch of songs.

Where was it? I remember I had taken it as token of his memory? Where did I keep it? I suddenly had that urge to find the CD, in the middle of a night.

It was not there in my cd rack, cd covers; none of the drawers had it either!!!!

“No I could not have thrown it by mistake also”!!!  How can I miss his writing on the CD!!!

God!!! What an IDIOT I have been!! “I cursed myself. How can I misplace it???

I switched of the television, walked to my son’s room just to check on him before I retired for the day.  I was about; to close his room door and I had that voice from within, as if someone telling me to check my son’s drawers. I did exactly what my mind and heart told me to do. And there in one of the covers, it was shining brightly, written with a black marker on it “MY FAVORITES “!!!!!

Going down the memory lane is not my every day routine, it’s not something which we do every day, but I am sure, there are some days when we do think about our old times…

I guess, today was that day for me …..

I grabbed the CD, rushed to the room, slid it into my player and pressed the “play" button. while listening to the songs, tears rolled down  my eyes, with the thought , that though my uncle  has passed on to the other world , what remains with me is the fragrance of his perfume and hair cream which made a fantastic combo , coupled with the smell of cigarette smoke to his clothes. Which I will never forget!!!!!

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The Call

It was suppose to be a lazy day, the day she would love to be in bed till 10 a.m. the day where she does not have to take shower on time, the day when she can enjoy a steaming cup of tea with leisure and not worry about those extra minutes of getting late, of course it was a Sunday. She should be at home ….

But it was different today!!!

She was driving on almost deserted roads, to the office for an uncalled meeting, the meeting which was not scheduled at all, and the one she was not prepared for!!

Ok!! There they were all sitting in the board room, on a Sunday afternoon discussing “important “issue on hand!!!  She had expected the meeting to continue till late afternoon, but it got stretched till late evening!!!

On her way back , she was wondering  what all can be done in the balance few hours of the day left, heart said a lot of things but the stressed mind and exhausted body demanded a relaxing “ shower” !!!
She decided to listen to the mind!!!!

She was entering the parking of her house; it would be around 6.30 p.m.  She received a call from her aunt who stays just a few lanes away. It was a ritual for her to call me on a Sunday, and at the same time. No specific reason for that, it was habit she had cultivated once her husband passed away. They check on how they have  been, they would talk about family issues , do a lot of gossiping and discuss their  plans for the coming week, so on so forth ……

To be honest she loved the fact that come what may aunt would never miss that call!!!

Anyways , she picked her phone and without any exchange of  “ hi’s” or “ hellos “ said “ MASI , I will call you in  a bit , I am just getting inside the house !! And  she hung up...

What she wanted, at that moment was a relaxing shower and nothing else after an “Eventful Sunday “.

When she came out of the shower, made herself a steaming cup of tea, and picked her phone … 

As soon as she unlocked it!!!

38 miss calls in 10 mins, she wondered what was going on !!!!!

She dialed her number... it was ringing …

She dialed again... no response

On her third attempt, the phone was answered, but it was not her aunt on the other side. It was some unknown voice, some unknown person. He was the supermarket guy, from where her aunt purchased the weekly stuff.

He informed that her aunt had collapsed in the shop with a cardiac arrest.

We called you many times, as your number was last dialed from her mobile!!! he said

Yes, I was taking bath!!.. she replied

She noted the details of the hospital, on her way to the main door of the house grabbing the car keys!!!!

On her way to the hospital her mind was full of thoughts...

She recollected that she had not even tried to listen or ask anything when her aunt had called. May be she had called for help. How dumb she had been, on being so irresponsible!!! Hope she is ok? Hope nothing happens to her!!!! Wish had listened to what her aunt had to say!!!

She parked the car, and rushed to the I.C.U, where she found the grocery man waiting, she could not thank him enough for the act of his kindness.  The doctors informed that her aunt was better and responsive, yet they have to keep her under observation for 48 hours.

She looked up and thanked the almighty, who had today in the form of the grocery guy had been there for her aunt.

She has always been termed as a phone flake, she would leave it in the purse, forget it in the car, put it somewhere and then search the whole house, forget to remove from the silent mode.

But after, the incident today she took learning, she would never hang up without even listening what the person on the other side has to say!!!!

She would pick all the calls, at all the times, at all the place, how important or how useless it can turn out to be does not matter. What matters is the “Call “!!!!

By the way, who was that “she “?


That “SHE “was “ME “!!!!!!



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Life Is Like A Bike

“All right I am trying; just that nothing seems to fall in place “Shreyas slammed the door behind him.

“Let’s go Aakash “he said to Aakash who was waiting for him outside his house to go for the tuition classes.

“What happened? “ Aakash asked. “Nothing yaar “said Shreyas.

“I am just fed up with my ***e…………

 Aakash while fiddling with his bag, searching for something said, “Oh don’t worry dude, everything will be ok it’s just the matter of time.”

“Yes!! I know , it has so many colors but for me  I don’t know  it’s always grey and black .. Shreyas replied.

Dude Shreyas!!! For me it’s black and white.

“Seriously yaar Aakash, you know I really want to climb the most challenging hill, I want to reach the top and keep moving so that the next hill, which comes in the form of a challenge in front of me is much easier” said Shreyas.

Aakash , kept his hand around Shreyas and replied, “ I agree buddy , just keep the momentum going , don’t slow down , just take advantage of the road and keep moving , you can handle it I am sure “.

I just don’t have the courage! Replied Shreyas in utter dismay …

You have all that confidence, it’s your strength. Don’t worry about falling, Shreyas!  Just pay attention, observe things around you and paddle on!! Aakash replied in the most philosophical way!!!

“Everything is very chaotic, yaar Aakash.  I know, all are moving, everyone have their destinations. But the road I take is often full of obstacles. Gruuhhhh… said Shreyas.

Aakash was getting a little perturbed, he said “hey!! Hey!! Dude there is no point dwelling on the negatives. It’s only going to spoil the ride "

It’s just best you ride the Bike ……..

BIIIIIKKKKKKEEEEEE…. Shreyas shouted. His legs were almost glued to the road….

“What bike, whose bike, what are you talking about Aakash???  Shreyas said in a grumpy voice.

“Your bike, who else’s I am talking about  " You are fed up with your bike ……….Aakash replied

What yaar Aakash, I said, I am fed up with my life; you heard my bike…..

God and all this while you have been giving me all the talks on a bike, shreyas said laughing.

OMG!!! Laughed Aakash, I honestly was wondering why the hell you are getting so philosophical about a BIKE………

By this time they had reached the tuition classes, both of them entered laughing their heart out.

On their way back home, they were discussing about the rhymed confusion they had 2 hours before, and how true it is .

Life is riding a Bike, in order to keep your balance you have to keeping moving – rightly said by Albert Einstein.

Life is like a journey you love, hate, cry, and laugh but still live it!!! Isn’t it!!!

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Laughter , Learning & Love

My mother comes down to spend a month or two with us, and that’s the time my home is full of pranks. She is 79 years old and my son is 7 years old, to say that generation gap exists between them that would be the last thing I would state.

In addition of both being voracious readers, they both have liking for Bollywood songs, my son is a diehard fan of all the top chart busters and my mother is fan of old classics. Both have embarrassed present day  gadgets very well ,my mother has moved with times I can say and my son , I believe is trying to be a bit ahead of his time. The earphones plugged in and book in their hand is a regular site to watch in my house.

The day, they decide to do something different than usual, then they have me around the house to play pranks on .I would find creepy looking toy insects under my clothes or in the bath tub, or my son would just hide behind a door and wait for me and as soon as I pass he would jump out and scream, “BOOOHHHH “, the result I drop the things from my hand if I am holding something, or just get scared. My mother would put ketchup around her, thumb and pretend she cut her finger..,….and I can just continue the list is long.

I am so aware of the fact , that they might be planning something or the other just to have that laugh and smile , yet  how much I try , not to get scared or fall prey to their pranks , I mostly fall in to the trap.

That day was not different. It was around 5.30 in the evening and we had just finished our tea. I was making preparations for the evening dinner, and suddenly I heard my mother coughing. She is a chronic bronchitis patient; hence her cough syrups travel with her where ever she goes.

“Ma did you forgot your afternoon doze? I shouted from the kitchen.

Mommmmyyyy , come fast , see what happened to mamayji  ( that’s what my son calls my mother ) !!!!!.  My son shouted in response to my question.

I ran leaving whatever I was doing; straight to her room .I see her in the washroom, near the basin.

The basin was full of blood. 

I did not know what to do; there was a blackout for a moment in front of me. I grabbed on the door handle for support and regained  myself.

My son looked at me, and then at my mother, he could not control his laughter, neither could my mother. And I kept looking at both of them; they had nailed it again and were successful in playing yet another prank on me...

“Mummy, don’t get scared it’s not blood, its mamyji’s cough syrup!!!  It was my idea, just to fool you. Please don’t get angry “said my son.

I quietly looked at both of them. I was not sure whether to laugh or get angry.  I just left the room.

My mother was aware, this prank had gone a bit far, she had realized that it had moved me from within; she followed me out, hugged me and apologized.  She loves life, and loves to laugh every moment as and when she can. And I was aware, that she had just become a child today with my son, she did not want to hurt me.

But sometimes, some pranks leave an immense mark on us and even on the ones who play the prank.

I believe this was one such prank. It taught us that even a thought or fear of losing our loved one can do  to us.

That night, I walked up to my mother’s room.

I hugged her and said, “The thought of losing you also scares me ma, I love you.

“I love you too, and don’t worry I am not going anywhere so soon”, she said.

We both smiled.

I kissed her cheek, wished her good night and while closing her room door, I watched her...

She drank the cough syrup and slowly placed the bottle on the table next to her bed, put the plugged the  earphones and started reading from where she had left.

I silently closed the door behind me with a smile!!!!!

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The Jacket !!!

That day we were at our eye-doctors clinic. I could see the bad weather ahead as the sky was full of dark and smoky clouds. As soon as we got inside the car, it started to pour so heavily that in a short while   the roads were flooded, the traffic came to a halt. We managed to reach our building gate, after an hour and a half, which otherwise is half an hour drive from the clinic.

As we were about to reach our apartment building, a man came in front of us, totally wet, shivering with cold, trying to push his vegetable cart in the water clogged street. He was walking so slowly, as if in some pain.

All three my husband, my 7 year old son Tanush and I watched him for several minutes, till he managed to pull the cart away from our way so that we could enter the building.

By the time we parked the car, and I could say anything Tanush ran and took the stairs and we obviously opted for the lift. We reached the 4^th floor at the same time though.

Tanush rushed inside the house.

“ Dadi !!! Dadi !!!  he screamed .

By now he had already reached, her room.

“Dadi, do you have any of Dadu’s raincoat which is now small for him and he does not wear? He asked in a panting voice.

“No! Dadu does not wear raincoats he wears a jacket “my mother- in law replied.

“Ok, so do you have a jacket?  He asked again.

 I was already near my mother- in- laws room by now and hearing the entire conversation.

My mother in law looked at me; I just shrugged as a response unaware of the whole reason why Tanush was asking for a jacket.

Why do you need a jacket Tanush? I asked.

Dadi!!Fast please search fast – he was jumping.

My mother in law was already, searching something in the heap of old clothes by this time, she removed a jacket in a proper condition and handed it over to him.

Thanks!!!!! – was barely heard by us and he was out of the house.

I never got a reply to my question!!!!!

I was scared and worried at the same time, not knowing what was going on in his mind. So I followed him, grabbing an umbrella on my way out.

I saw Tanush, near the gate talking to the watch man; the watchman held his hand and they both were out of the gate.

My heart missed a bit, I was almost running now.  When I reached the main gate, I was dumb stuck to what I saw.

Tanush was standing in front of that man who we had seen a while ago pushing his vegetable cart .The man had not gone very far, he was sitting under a tree, shivering . Tanush hesitated a bit and then went closer to the man and offered him the jacket.

The man was stunned. He refused at first and then looked towards the gate at me, I smiled. Tanush offered the jacket again, this time he took the jacket with a smile.

Tanush walked inside the building all drenched and wet. He held my hand for a while walked till the lift, and then ran away taking the stairs yet again.

He did not have to explain me why he needed the jacket.

I stood in the lift, with tears rolling down my eyes, and pressed the 4^th floor button.

­­­­­­­­­­­­Life is not fair and it will never be!! .

It’s only such little act of kindness, which are neither expensive nor complicated. They just leave a smile on someone’s face and on ours too.

I believe children learn what they live and what they see, so if they live by doing such little acts of kindness, they are quite certain to follow all their life.

I hope my son keeps, following it too and the kindness does not fade away somewhere in this materialistic world.

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Footprints In My Heart ...............

LOVE: “Why do you exist even when I do?
FRIENDSHIP replies: “To put a smile where you have left tears.”


Pal, buddy, companion, whatever you call them, it remains the same, it does not matter what we call our friend, what matters is the bond of love and care we share with each other.


Friendship is the first relation we learn to build as a child, and it’s not taught nor are we aware of it. It’s like a spontaneous urge that we feel. Friendship creates vigor in life and adds color to it, a best gift of god on the earth, is a friend and without friendship life is a like an imprisonment.  I would say it’s the best possession we can ever acquire in a lifetime.


Friends have always been essential part of my life. If truth be told, they form the heart of my life and not only a part of it.


When I slip back into the time, yes I have to go years back into my childhood. The time we were all in our pre primary and primary sections …..


Omg!!!!


Sitting in the circle and eating our tiffin boxes, yet holding the cover of the tiffin box in a peculiar manner so that the other cannot see inside our box. We use to share, the lunch only on being asked what you have got, and with only one condition that we get a share from their box as well!!!

Trying to impress the teacher in the best possible manner so that you become the monitor of the class, and then you had the entire class who wanted to be your friend and you were on everyone’s list of best friends !!!!

I remember we all friends use to wait for each other’s birthdays, why??  The birthday girl, get’s to take one person with her to distribute chocolates to the teachers in the school and we always wanted to be that one chosen one!!! (Made us feel special and the rest a big J)!!!!

When we think of all this now, we laugh over it, but how stupid it may sound now, they were matter of life and death then!!!!

Those were the best days of my life …..

I still remember as a teenager I use to always wonder whom to trust, who would understand me and with whom I want to spend my time. I was the most brilliant person in the world and my parents weren’t. Since texting had not been invented, the one phone, the landline phone, was a life line to my friends; we talked for hours about nothing in particular!!!!

Sitting on the last bench was fun and adventure, bliss of a kind, but why are teachers eye’s always on the backbenchers I wonder!!!

Throwing paper bits on the girls in the front rows and gigging when teacher use to catch them for turning back and being inattentive!!!

Cursed being the lords of the last bench  , when even though raising our hands to answer the question  were ignored and the teacher’s eye met only the one’s in the front row’s.

The best was, the time when you are least prepared, and you hear your name being called out to answer the questions!!!! And the rest of the class is all turned towards you!!!!  “Sorry ma’am “is the answer you have!!!!! Followed by all the giggles including your friends!!! (Only thing on your mind is you too!!! You are my friend!!!! And for the rest, let your time come!!!! )

Taking advantage of your best friend to be the monitor of the class, and taking that extra time to finish the undone homework....

And the day, you seem to be at your worst mood, sleep with your head down and teacher won’t even notice, and by chance she did, your friends spoke in chorus,” she is not feeling well ma’am “!!!!

Making those , great fancy looking scrap –books , and giving it to all the one’s you know , writing the most weirdest things in it and then comparing who has been more creative …….

Those were the best  days of my life ……

When I was leaving for college, I had only one school friend who had got in the same college with me (that was a solace of a kind!!!)  I went with the conviction to the college that my “best pals “are always going to be my school friends, who I grew up with , I shared my good and bad times ( even my those first crush !!!!!!  ). The people I will meet in college are just going to be my “temporary friends”.

But, soon I realized that my college friends have become my real friends too, so what if they were not there with me when I got the first punishment in my school, not there to celebrate my 13th birthday (the entry into the teens!!! as they say), but they were there when I use to struggle with my assignments (majorly statistics!!! ), they lifted me up when the times were tough, they were there to drop me home when it was difficult to get the transport back home.

By age twenty- one, the sweet taste of freedom came along with being a bit responsible. I took up my first job few more after my graduation, when friends got added in the list, with whom I worked side by side and we shared the same goals.

When the chapter called marriage unfolded  and I moved to a foreign land , there I got a I got friends who calmed my fears, shared my joys  (birth of my son, I never felt that I was away from my family, with them being around at that time), my triumphs and failures.

Now, Most of my friends are either entrenched in their careers, enjoying raising kids or even doing both and we do not get to meet each other often.

Good friends are like stars. You don't always see them, but you always know they are there. Friendship is a commitment for life; you cannot treat it as a contract made on paper. But yes it’s a promise renewed every time you keep in touch.

Now with kid and life’s challenges even I really don’t spend much time with friends. I want all of them to know that even we are apart physically and emotionally, don’t talk often or even for years now, I really appreciate and treasure the friendship, joys and sorrows that we shared….

Though now there are so many attractive and purposeful sites. (All know what I m hinting at yes fb, what’s app bla bla to reunite friends).  ,  I have not been able to keep in touch with lots of old pals  as well as the new one’s I have made in my  journey  of life ( list of reasons are too long !!!  ).

Friends are what life is all about.
I hope that the friendship gets better every day and get back all my lost friends and some new to enjoy life to the fullest.

I end this post, dedicating it to all my friends, although I have always found it very difficult to define friendships, I believe that that best things are always best described when they remain UNDESCRIBED.

HAPPY  FRIENDSHIPS  DAY!!!!!!



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Side Effects !!!!

We all have done this before and keep on doing it, planning a vacation whether it is to go explore a new destination or its back to our homeland to meet our family and friends. The excitement is all around us, just with the thought that we are going to be away for few days from the routine...isn’t it??

Well, now what’s the worst part when the vacation ends? Yes!!! Returning back to the mundane life….

The worst part of the vacation when it ends is that if brings along with it, lots of side effects. The good side effects I call them “ memories “ and the bad side effects I call them “ holiday blue s “….

The afterglows of the vacation stays with me for say few days or maximum for a week. Then it’s all the same as before, “Aww… back to work and Isshhhhh the morning alarms!

Today it’s my first day  back to blogging ,  I have been away from my blog for a long time and the reason was  oblivious I was on a vacation with my family. I have been away from my lap top, my writing and believe you me it a little hard to get back to writing!!!!

While I was away, I was able to capture lots of ideas which are stored on my phone. ( thanks to the technology , you don’t  need a paper and a pen , contributing to the go green green in a way !! :) ).

The files on my laptop are glaring at me as if saying, “Why don’t you finish the work you started.”

“NAAH!” I won’t do any of these today , tells my brain !!!

For now let me spend some time playing with my 7 year old son , after all the time spent in his company is the most precious of all , and the rest all can wait .

And then , I will buckle my shoe and take a brief walk, to get that blood pumping in my body and grab some energy ………!!!!!

How do I get my brain to the blogging mode? That’s what I wonder!!!!!

It’s just a matter of time I believe, I would snap out of this mode soon….