Emotional Hunger

A word ‘emotion’ is generally associated with ‘women’. Despite the fact that every human being  needs emotional support, most men around us think that ‘being emotional part of life’ is only for the women around them. To feel pleased, appreciated, cared, encouraged and loved is needed by every human; man or woman. These are not the feelings that any individual creates in them. These feelings are created by Almighty to keep the people connected, dependent on and linked to each other.

The world without emotions can’t be imagined. We are emotionally attached to the Almighty, who rules the world. We are emotionally attached to our families, friends, loved ones, pets and many things around us. Being emotional has nothing to do with the gender. It’s only the way of expressing that differs. Most men are not able to express the way women can. They are more stable and strong in handling the situations than women. Women are blessed in being able to express openly. And that may be the reason women are blessed to be mothers. 

''There are high spots in all of our lives and most of them have come about though encouragement from someone else. I don’t care how great, how famous or successful a man or woman may be, each hungers for applause” A saying by George M. Adams.

Escaping in the new world

Travelling is the most amazing activity one can do. Not just looking at the fun part, travelling is all about exploring, learning, widening our perspectives and creating beautiful memories. It makes us more responsible, confident and resourceful. We meet unexpected people and make unexpected friends in every journey we travel.

The beauty of new places makes us realize that God is an ultimate creator. Every place is made so unique and special. People of every region are so different with their own qualities.

We  learn to compromise with our needs when we travel, we learn to adjust with the circumstances which we may not be easily able to do otherwise. Travelling is escaping from our routine lives to the new different world to create life long memories. Every picture when looked later, every event when rethought; makes us feel so nostalgic but the memories always stay fresh and alive.

Keep Travelling and cherish memories forever!  :)

In the search of yourself

Sometimes it takes real long to search yourself even though you live in a small nut shell. Either you get too lost in the things around you or you never try to search the beauty you have within yourself until you have that ‘special meeting’ with the God. All the wonderful creations around you looks blur because you had that one unusual incident/ experience. That unusual experience makes life so traumatic that everything seems blue. In this battle of life you hardly remember  that you also had some colours in your life. You forget that you had that amazing person within yourself who was much more lively and fantastic before that ‘one bad experience’.

At some point in life every human being experiences such downfall and some takes real long to recover. Sometimes one can’t even find a way to overcome such situations. If one sits calmly and thinks over it, the solution is too simple. Getting closer to God and putting your trust in him more than the worldly things that has and will shatter you anytime will solve most of your disturbing and distressing situation.

Beauty of LOVE

Two little sparrows are creeping in the garden near my room window for almost eight hours now because their baby is inside my cage. The cage is open but the baby sparrow is not able to fly. It does not seem to be injured but is too young to fly. This baby was brought in the house by my male cat, Rumi. I decided to keep it in the cage fearing that the crows do not kill it.

On one hand, I am touched by the ‘feeling of love’ that is created by God and on the other hand, I am feeling handicapped because I can’t do anything about the whole scene. I tried to put the parents in the cage for some time so that they look after the baby but it didn’t work and had to release them. I tried to feed the baby but it refused and is hiding in the corner of the cage. Their voice is so shrill that I would have enjoyed it if I didn’t know the reason of their creeping. But now that I am aware why these birds are creeping it is hurting me. They have spent all day protecting their baby and still can’t find any solution. I need to be alert as my cats can anytime enter the cage and start playing with it. I am sure my cats do not intend to kill it but it’s their instinct to hunt and may hurt it unintentionally.

I never thought that birds too have such a strong feeling of love. It makes me wonder and feel how beautiful God has created everything. I really wish I could do something but I can’t. I can’t make this bird fly because I am mere human being. Only thing I can do is pray and hope for this baby to fly and unite with its parents. 

Nostalgic Memories

The same morning used to be different till two years ago. It’s a day of Uttrayan (kite flying day), people in Gujarat wait desperately for this day and same was the situation in my house. My late grandfather and my brother secretly used to prepare for this day ten days before it. The mornings used to begin at 6, even though it was chilling. They are all set for full day fun.

 Loud music is heard all around, hundreds of colourful kites are scattered in the sky, people scream ‘kaipo cho!’, crazy foody people eat ‘Undhyu’,’fafdas’ and ‘jalebees’ is the scenario of this day. The atmosphere is full of excitement. Beautiful kites with light inside are seen at night in the sky. You really need an art to fly them.

 Nothing is changed around me but yes everything is changed at my home. My grandfather has left us forever long back but I still can’t forget the enthusiasm he had on this day. My brother has gone away for studies, Ismail, Talib and Turab (my cousins) and Gora and Gori aunty, again crazy kite flying lovers has shifted to another countries. Only thing that is same at my home is the special Gujarati food cooked. I am feeling nostalgic about the whole set of memories and sitting in a corner of my room to pen them down. With time things change, people go away but memories stay forever.

A few more memories are attached to this day. I remember spending two Uttrayan with friends. One at Priyanka’s house which was a fun day writing some funny things on the kites like ‘whoever catches it is a donkey’ and eating lots of food. Another was with Prachi’s family at her home. We looked at the sky, stare at our kites, screamed and ate!

Don’t know what will be the situation in the coming years but today I am badly missing Baji (my grandfather), Yunus, Gora, Gori, Ismail, Talib and Turab. Miss you all! I dedicate this note to you all and hope to meet you guys soon.

In one of the seminar I attended there was a girl sitting next to me. As the seminar was kind of boring I was making a sketch in a conference pad given to me and the girl typed a message for me in her mobile. She could not talk to me because I guess her mother who was sitting next to her had told her to be well mannered. I did not bother to see her phone and she was again and again trying to show me. Somehow I looked at her and smiled and she pointed her eyes towards her phone to show me the message she typed for me. I read it and she wrote ‘you draw very well’. On reading her message I silently said her 'Thank you' and smiled. When I left my chair and went out of conference room, I saw something of my interest, a village craft shop! I ran inside to see the beautiful handicraft stuff. It was great refreshment after two boring hours. I was looking around and I found a packet of gift tags with Warli painting on it. I immediately picked it up, paid for it and went back to the conference room. On reaching I found that the page I sketched on was missing and it was in that girl’s hand. I did not ask for it but she returned it to me after doing some research. She was very curious to know about me but as usual I did not bother to talk. She again typed a message for me asking ‘Where are you from?’ I answered her with a plastic smile and started listening to the speaker who was now a bit interesting. After some time she again called me saying that she wanted some space to go. I gave her space and very unintentionally I missed her saying good bye! 

A concealed mystery

Suddenly I start wondering what the meaning of my life is. Why am I on this planet? Why did almighty choose ‘me’ to be a part of the human race? Why do I exist? What is my goal? And I have no answer as everything is already pre planned. Everything is destined. I am a mere player who is just acting and so does everyone. Many times things are just opposite to my will but I am like a dumb animal that can’t do anything about what’s happening. There is so much negativity which I hate but I am again a statue that is just of a show and can’t raise my voice or act upon it. If everything is destined what is my role? After wasting hours on this I find no answers to any of these questions and I am back to work or get busy. Does anyone of you have an answer? Be practical! Don’t build castles in air.

The only reason I know of my existence is to pray, do some good to humanity, animals, environment and everything that exists. I sometimes feel I should not search the meaning of my existence but I should do at least one good act each day. Life is not a question to be answered or a puzzle to be solved. Life is a much unexpected journey where every decision is taken by god.  Life is happiness, pain or I can say another name of emotions. It’s a bliss and sometimes melancholy. Still my questions are not answered and I do not think they can ever be answered by anyone.