Unknowingly..

In Morning..at bus stop.. "Didi this bus will go to Ulsoor?" a tiny fragile voice asked me. She was about 5 yrs old kid, with shiney black dress with Chamaki, And big red bag. As I could see, the bag was soo big, she herself could fit inside it !

hmm.. So she asked me a question, while bus was going ahead.. I said "Yes.." and she smiled looking at the bus going ahead.

I asked,"Going at school?". again the fragile voice replied, yes.. You are going alone ? .. yes.. (with happy smile.. like achievemnt) :-).

Hey where is your scool uniform? and she replied "birthday!" I wished her with a chocolate, and she said in same fragile voice thank you.

Now she was my friend! May just for next half hour but she was :).

We traveled together, till Ulsoor, she talked about school and all And suddenly asked , Whats the time?? I told and she said nervously, "only 5 minutes to start the school.." I said, "ohhh... dear dont get afraid Today is your day , birthday girl ! No one will say anything to you.", and i smiled. She looked at me with confusion, i nodded that its true. And she believed ! And was very happy .. Till then we reached till her bus stop , she got up from het place , went till door and looking back towards me..as if I was someone differnt. she got down , dint forget to waved to me !

As I waved back, I saw some Chamaki on my hand, from her dress..

Now when I am writing its still shining on on my hand..

People leave things behind… Unknowingly....

Balloons

Incidents:

1:

Sunday eve, whole day at alone home did all pending work of week and finally came out, but as no surprise, all men at road, not a single lady, off course except me, outside, at 7 pm!! Hmmm happens.

And I saw her, first thing I noticed, her confident walk, believe me she was not less confident than any Super model on ramp! Her wide clear eyes had pride look. She was wearing a long Ghagra, with lots of plates, carrying a Balloon stand. A long vertical stick and 3-4 horizontal, with big balloons, small balloons... blue green, yellow, pink, orange, red, white, all colors!! And unknowingly I asked her for big yellow balloon, may be I was highly impressed by her being there (1 more lady, then me, outside) or I was just happy seeing all those colors. She kept the stand on ground, and turned towards the balloons, I noticed her shiny nose ring and silver bangles on arm. She gave me a big pink balloon. I wanted yellow, but didn’t accept the pink one. Before I could say anything thing, she pointed towards my kurta, pink, and smiled :-).

I took it happily and all day’s tiredness just became as light as air in balloon :-).

2:

Morning 10 o'clock, I am tired of walking the long road; though weather is pleasant after last night rain and morning soft drizzle. I saw few small children walking on opposite side foot path, with dirty shabby clothes, and dust in hair with careless expression on face. Their parents must be working at nearby construction site.

A lady was walking towards them, with tricolor balloons, Independence Day special. As she slowly walk passed the children, a small kid in arms of a little old girl, looked at her and clapped happily. The lady noticed this, and and she waited there for a moment and walked back to the children with smile, and offered them a balloon each!!

All of them were so glad :-). They exchanged the smile of gratitude and the joy on their faces gave me the feel of independence, freedom!!

3:

Janmashtami, birthday of lord Krishna, celebrated with Dahihandi in Maharashtra. Here in Bangalore dahihandi part is missing but festival is celebrated widely. I somehow landed in a Krishna temple with a friend. All floral decoration from main gate welcomed us. And main temple was just amazing ! Nice fresh flowers everywhere, smell of incense sticks and burning Ghee lamps made it just different. It was quite late (late in Bangalore out timings ;) ) so very few people were there. As I reached near the God statue, to my surprise there are balloons!!! A bright red heart shaped balloon is smiling at us ! and accompanied with other yellow and orange fellows!! So even people try to make God happy with balloons!!

Hmmmm (long pause!) Simple things make us happy no matter why but they do! :-). Stay happy always :-).

Too often.. Too True..

Too often we don't realize

what we have until it is gone

Too often we wait too late to say,

"I'm sorry - I was wrong."

Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones

we hold dearest to our hearts

And we allow foolish things

to tear our lives apart.

Far too many times we let

unimportant things into our minds

And then it's usually too late

to see what made us blind.

So be sure that you let people know

how much they mean to you

Take that time to say the words

before your time is through.

Be sure that you appreciate

everything you've got

And be thankful for the little things

in Life that mean a lot.

Growing old surrounded by those we love

is a privilege denied to many

Never leave behind regrets.

~Author unknown

Wonderful spring !!

The winds are moving pleasant.. the trees blooming pleasant.. The tree was mere a sparse bunch of sticks is now filling up with lavish green color.. Sun shining on them to give them golden shine..Yellow lavender blossoms are heads up to add new fresh look to the scene.. And spotless blue skies above that, make the scene Picture perfect !!
The scene is Reflected on the glass building and the glass in turn reflecting it down on the Earth.. To walk through the scene (metaphorically).. I walk on that lonely road and feet just drag me slower.. Feeling the warmth of nature..on the way to office.. and and enter office in fresh mood :)
Also with nature I am enjoying spring , a new beginning after some cold time.. I am ready to enjoy the crispy weather.
Oh lord nature, grant me energy to enjoy this! And let my life be like spring forever !!

मी एक रात्रि त्या नक्षत्रांना पुसले

मी एक रात्रि त्या नक्षत्रांना पुसले
“परमेश्वर नाही घोकत मन मम बसले
परि तुम्ही चिरंतन विश्वातील प्रवासी
का चरण केधवा तुम्हास त्याचे दिसले?

तो आहे किंवा नाही कुणा न लागे ठाव
प्रज्ञेची पडते जिथे पांगळी धाव
गवसे न किनारा, फिरे जरी दर्यात
शतशतकांमधुनी शिडे उभारून नाव!”

स्मित करून म्हणाल्या मला चांदण्या काही
“तो मुक्त प्रवासी फिरत सदोदित राही
उठतात तमावर त्याची पाऊलचिन्हे-
त्यांनाच पुससि तू, आहे की तो नाही!”

-कुसुमाग्रज

Bangalore survival kit !!!

Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?

He came and sat by my side but I woke not.
What a cursed sleep it was, O miserable me!
He came when the night was still;
he had his harp in his hands,
and my dreams became resonant with its melodies.

Alas, why are my nights all thus lost?
Ah,
why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?

with thanks form "Gitanjali"
by Rabindranath Tagore.
Nobel prize for literature, 1913.

One Sparkling morning..

Bright Golden treasure

at the edge of mountain..
Birds sing to sugary sweetness,
At One Sparkling morning.

-A Haiku.