Human resource is a module introduced in our course for bettering our personality and speech skills. Our teacher asked us to talk about people who inspire us the most. He also added that it cannot be a member of our family so that ruled out talking about mom. I spent all week thinking of what I should talk about and although I was totally blank at first, I ended up talking the most…to be more precise a continuous non-stop speech of 15 minutes, most of what came spontaneously. The following is a gist of what I spoke...
1. Age 4- my first dental appointment- scary dentist with light on forehead, weapons in hand- but a smile on his face. He befriended me, gained my trust so I let him pull my tooth out without hassle. He taught me that first impressions are never the best impressions.
2. Age8- Enid Blyton- her books inspired me to express myself through words and a story of hers carried a message that left an everlasting impression in me- when somebody says thank you, don’t tell them ‘you’re welcome’ and end the deal, instead, pass on the favour.
3. Age11-When I went up on stage to deliver a speech I was totally blanked out. I got off stage and started weeping when a man, a stranger sat beside me and told me that failures are the stepping stones to success and nobody stops when a hurdle stares at you in the face. So far I have never messed up a speech since then. Hoping it stays that way…
4. Age16- When I was gifted with a book by Dr.A.P.J.Abdul Kalam at a function…while he was autographing the book, I noticed that he used a really cheap pen to sign his name. I understood that if you really are great, you would never show yourself off…just like the mighty elephant, the strongest in the land but yet called the gentle giant!
There was a time when I gave up writing, but with everyone’s encouragement and support I resumed and my blogspot is a piece of my success.
I always wanted to help people through my writing but it is not certain how much a story or so little as words can touch a person’s heart and inspire them to view life with new eyes…I might not be able to do so and even if I do, I might not yield the expected results and so I found another solution. Why not use my blog to create space for my friends to express their thoughts and give vent to their frustrations? That would do both of us a world of good…
I concluded by saying-"So if you have something in mind, that the world needs to know, do tell me because I would surely put it in my blog!
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From when I was 8 years old I loved to put my thoughts on paper.. They say you should let your dreams sprout wings and fly.. I've found the wings right here in this blogspot.. If you like what i've posted or not liked it for a reason.. Leave a comment.. I would love to know whats on your mind..
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LOST FRIEND
I still remember the day we met,
But now I surely regret,
For having known each other for so long,
There is no friendship we have that can prolong.
Lost is the friendship which we once cherished,
From all the eyes that envied it and prayed it would perish,
But now after such a mishap,
I don’t see a time when we can recoup.
In spite of difficulties and words that hurt my heart,
I was always there for you till we had to part,
But you my friend couldn’t help me in my ordeals,
For you had already left with your new pals!
So now I stand with no one by my side,
Yearning for the lost friendship that bade me goodbye,
For just another happy moment I dream,
Coz our next meeting is unforeseen.
DEAR DIVYA'S LOST FRIEND,
if u, by a long shot happen to read this, let me tell you that you are missing something this very moment!
regards...
i want to be the smile on your lips,
i want to be the sense on ur fingertips,
i want to be ur passion and drive,
i want to be the fire in your eye.
i want to be the air that you breathe,
i want to be your excitement everytime we meet.
i want to be your reason to be you,
i want to be your other one that adds up to be two!
im always missing something, something back in yesterday or something that tmro forgot to bring,
im missing a familiar sight, then i get it...im missing ur eyes…
im missing an eraser to vanish my fears,
a bell rings, im missing the sound ur voice in my ears...
missing a piece in a puzzle, oh my, im missing ur comforting nuzzle...
i feel im missing an important part, honey im missing ur connection to my heart!
im missing the sunset...im missing ur every breath...
im missing life, im missing colour;
drowning in strife, a shattered mirror...
im a thirsty flower missing her dew,
darling im here, but where are you?
a friend of mine asked to write a poem where a parent consoles her child...the toughest part was writing from the parent's perspective...
THE MEDICINE
She is my little girl,
Her born to me, a world of dreams unfurled.
Every time she came to me,
With a smile on her face,
A picture she drew,
Or a prize she won,
There could be no better joy for one!
One day as I watered my plants,
I heard a voice amidst the branch,
My little girl has scraped her knee
Tear soaked cheeks and puffed up eyes I could hardly see,
My baby was in pain and she came to me,
“Mamma make the pain go away”, she said
Helpless I took her in my hand.
I blew on her wounds and kissed her face,
and walked to the porch with careful pace.
Dear, I can’t make the pain go away,
I’m no god, I’m no healer,
I’ll make you feel better and I will help you recover.
Baby, pain comes; it hurts you and makes you cry,
Though we don’t deserve it, it comes, I don’t know why!
Smile through your troubles honey,
Smile through your pain,
Smile even though pain conquers you again and again.
When rainy days are done, the sun will come,
So will your time when heaven knows you’re ready,
I looked down at my baby to see that she was smiling already!
The sky is the limit they say! Ever gone out on a cloudless night to stare hard and deep at the night sky? Nobody knows the secrets it holds, nobody can see what lies underneath that darkness and nobody can hear the million stories they have to tell…but if you just look harder, hear clearer and feel better, you might just be able to hear them whisper their tale. Why do people prefer to detach from their surroundings and get lost in the beauty of the stars when they are troubled? Maybe because the stars themselves are an example of however small a part we play in our lives, we each are unique and carry our own twinkle. Our troubles seem so little, like they have drifted far away from us and never find their way back to us and sometimes the beauty of the night gives us hope to look forward at the horizon and wait for a new day. Why do people wish upon stars? Because stars to us are eternal, just like the love and hope that is always alive in our hearts. The moon is the most wonderful celestial object…so calm, so gentle, yet giving a mellow glow to every corner its light can reach. Anyone can spend ages looking at it…even the busiest of beings and the richest of men have stopped, aghast at the beauty of the moon. No wonder it brings a smile to a woman’s face when she is compared to the moon.
I came from the city and I was always under a roof- inside a car, within the four walls of my house or under a cloud of pollution. It is when I moved miles away from the city to a poorly maintained hostel housing sixty four girls under one roof, that I really missed my space. I had nothing I could call my own. Privacy was a word I was beginning to forget. On a hot summer night, when the humidity was at its peak, the power had to fail! Drenched in sweat and unable to breathe, the lot from our room moved outside. Wearily I seated myself on the stairs. Frustrated by the number of chattering mouths around me, I looked up for I knew that was the only place where I wouldn’t see people and boy am I glad for every previous moment that led to this one for what I saw left me utterly spellbound. High up in the sky, cloudless and black, I saw millions of stars looking down at me, twinkling so brightly, I replayed the rhyme I learnt as a child and understood why they were called diamonds in the sky! Far away from city smoke, this place made me witness something I never would have if I had stuck to the luxury the metropolitan offered. Sometimes you need times like this to understand what you’re missing in life, what Mother Nature made for us to enjoy and what treats our eyes yearn to feast upon.
A BIRTHDAY WISH-NINETEEN YEARS HENCE!
They told me birthdays were special,
A day meant only for me!
A day when you’re the luckiest one alive
When nothing can go wrong;
And you feel so whole and free!
So year after year, I wait for my special day
And try to make it right
Waiting to see what life has in store for me,
Yearning to make a brand new discovery!
Before my 19th, mamma told me,
-“This time the stars will align as on the day you were born to me”,
So I waited for my day once again…
Miles away from home, but still surrounded by the ones I love,
I could hear the stars repeating my story from above.
But at the end of my day as I sat reflecting
I realized I felt incomplete.
Puzzled I searched; my mind wandering light years at every step.
They say answers take long to find
But today on this special day I found mine
This wish may have reached you late as it took me till today to see,
That I’m no longer forlorn,
Because today is the day the other half of me was born!
You might never know how much you mean to someone because it’s impossible to measure how much of them you took with you before you left them.. But perhaps if you come back to them, you might just know.
They say walls have ears, but did you know they could speak as well?
After my 6th grade, I left my humble home in Trivandrum (renting it out temporarily) to the fast-paced life in Chennai-one of the fastest growing metros. Five years just flew past and I had to return home for 2 days to attend a family function. When I entered through the gates, repainted many times, there was this rush of familiarity, like embracing an old friend. I saw the platform beside the car park area. The day the cement was laid afresh, my dad and I wrote the date on it-30/9/2000...no matter how many times it was painted on, it was still visible. As I walked down the steps I recollected how I used to run up and down, playing, laughing as a child, my pictures being taken. The hibiscus plant waved me a Hi -"Do u remember me? You used to pick one flower from me every day." I took a walk around the place, the water tap beneath which my pet cats used to sun bathe, the moss gathered brick wall from where I used to pick giant red ants and examine them, the washing stone atop which I used to stand to wave to the neighbors beyond the wall. I confidently walked barefoot on the stones because I knew these grounds had made my feet strong. As I entered the house, I could hear the walls talking to me-"Welcome back". A sudden rush of memories.. "This is the spot where you used to swing with your nanny, this is where you used to play hide and seek, this used to be your study table, this is where your cradle used to be hung.. Do you remember?" I do! I do! I remember everything! Everything is still the same! I’ve come back home! I never knew I missed home so much, I was so caught up with running with the world..
It happens to all of us doesn't it? But the best part is, home is always where you left it, how you left it, its somewhere you can always come back to, to be yourself..
WHO SAYS YOU CAN'T GO HOME?