A word... its called a thought!!!

Thoughts keep flowing, zillion thoughts at a time. Keep switching keep coming at a dizzy speed.

What is it that i want from life. What is it that i want from myself. What is it that i want to become? What is it that am craving for? What is it that completes me? What is.. this me? What is this life? What is it that i am expecting? Million thoughts.... random as they can be... zillion thoughts keep flowing in and out of mind..

Ha Ha! Whenever i start thinking in these lines my uncle would generally ask me, “Ramya don’t you have work to do?”

‘Thought’ what a beautiful word. A word that defines man, a word that makes man the greatest of all creations, a word that has the power to create or destroy life, a word that has no scientific relevance yet, a word that cannot be proved by science that does not get defined by science, a word that still baffles scientist, a word whose creation is unknown, a word whose birth is still a mystery, a word that’s all it is.. a word that’s all it seems to be.. a word after all... yet it is this word that runs our life.. it is this word that defines our life.. it is this word that shows us our calling, it is this word that makes us what we are and will take us to what we have to be, it is this word that creates our destiny, this word that authors our fate, this word... yes its just a word.. yet it is this word that becomes what we call as ‘life’...

Word.. as it may seem to be.. it has in it the power to create a universe of its own.. it has in it the power to construct a world.. it has in it the energy that runs the universe. Everything and everybody around you... why for that matter the very you... were just thoughts initially... that later came into being.. which later found expression. Irony isn’t it all we have to say about our thought is... oh! it was just a thought..

I wonder how many of us even take the time to know our thoughts. How many of us even know what are the most dominant thoughts in our head? How many of us even ponder.. stop for few seconds to understand and admire this design of life... ‘thought’. Busy world we are in.. competitive world that no longer gives us the time to be with ourself... a world that makes us a stranger to our own thoughts..

How many of us even understand how blessed we are. Blessed to be gifted with such mechanism.. blessed to be gifted with the intelligence to understand and decipher this mechanism.. blessed to have the knowledge and awareness about this mechanism.. blessed to have a spirit to convert this into reality...

Life is all about thoughts.. manage your thoughts and your life will be taken care of..

Cute wishes....

Cleaning, Cleaning and Cleaning. Its really weird.. when u clean, you become dirty.... that's the beauty of the activity.

Last week after a week full of relaxation i was eagerly waiting for the weekend (of course to relax as i got tired during the week relaxing). It was one of those beautiful Saturday morning.. i got up with the idea that i am going to do nothing, for the day.. i was so happy it was going to be my lazy day. But as all of you know.. mummy's always have this extra-ordinary ability of making you switch gears. Just few hours into the day, i walked into my room with full determination and zeal. I decided to embark into the venture of cleaning the drawers in my table.. (yes you are right i am referring to that small table next to my bed)

You may ask me, Ramya for cleaning two drawers did you have to give one para build up.. but guys it took me close to four hours before i victoriously emerged out of the cleaning (of course dirty..)

It was a beautiful feeling though.. as i was cleaning came across my LKG to 12th Std mark sheet... it was an experience to go through them. There was a time when it meant so much... so many sleepless nights, tensed, anxious moments... and last week when i had the report cards in my hand... it was a euphoric feeling, i felt jubilant, ecstatic, delighted, triumphant, elated... i felt so good about myself from a tiny toddler to a Chartered Accountant.. what a journey!!! I have never felt more proud of myself..

As i unearthed (its a restricted area nobody in the family is allowed to touch it) so many more memories came gushing out.. so many cards.. so many wishes... each one of them...so precious, so unique, so loving from people who are very close to my heart.. i am at loss of words to describe how much it all means to me today. Came across several wishes.. this one stood out... so just thought of sharing it with you guys. Here we go....

May God

Grant you Always....

A sunbeam to warm you,

A moonbeam to charm you,

A sheltering angel so nothing can harm you,

Laughter to cheer you,

Faithful friends near you,

and whenever you pray heaven to hear you....

I wish the same for all of you.... :)

What a way to end the week and that's how my Saturday ended. With a close up smile all through the evening... smiling to myself.. feeling good about everything and everybody around me. and here i go towards another weekend.. looking forward to and also wanting to be lazy...lets see if mom's talent is going to work this weekend and if yes what is it that i am going to discover..

Happy weekend.... :)

Oh!!! I am growing....

There is so much to say, so much to write, thoughts cloud my mind, but words fail to express.
My heart cries aloud, but the mind refuses to budge, oh how am i caught in between this tuff dual.
Yet i chose to listen to my heart, and here i try to pour it out.
Time they say heals everything...time they say speeds across everything.... and it is this time that has changed so many things and yes my life is no exception...
It just seems like yesterday, i packed my bags to move towards a new dream, towards a rising horizon, towards a new career.
Away from loved ones. Away not knowing what it meant to be away. Not knowing what to expect, what to accept.. was the journey scary u would ask me..
Not just scary it was terrible i would say. Alone and lonely, scared to death (you know me brave face in the forefront), depressed yet cheerful, frightened yet optimistic.. yes that was me..something within and something outside..
It was different, difficult and stressful and slowing things seemed to change...the fog seemed to clear and i found a lot. My eyes opened to all the wonderful people around me, to all the good things that was happening to me, all the heart warming beautiful moments i experienced.. that i got to cherish for life time. So may good buddies.... so many good friends and so many good people.. i never knew relationships could mean so much. i experienced a depth i have never felt before, a blind love towards life the way i have never felt before....it is beautiful when you see world with a different eye. The journey that started into the unknown with just one faith and belief carried me through and here i take another decision and in a whisker... just at the wink of an eye my life is taking a whole new turn..a whole new meaning ..a new perspective.

It may be stupid to hear it from me, but the fact is... it is still sinking in... its slowly seeping in... the fact and the thought that i am growing.... my loved ones are growing.... a new generation is coming in.....
It has hits me hard..each time i see that beard on my brother’s face..each time i hear my kid sister taking about collage..my kid brother negotiating with his mom...toddlers moving into high school... things are changing... growing around you and me.

Just stopped by to tell all of you that i love you and thanks for being there all along... supporting me encouraging me.... i still feel like a kid.... i don’t want to acknowledge that i am growing.. but the fact remains.... and it is still sinking in......
 
Oh!!! i am growing.. :)

Post in WIP.....

Wat is LOC between mokkai and humour.....

why my humour is always mistake as mokkai....Research underway.... will get back to you shortly!!!

PS: Thought of making the blog interactive.. so just tossing the thought over to you. So the ball is in your court... make good use it...... :)

Of course i wont ask you the question..."wat u think of this wip post" mokkai or humour...

Change....

Change when monitored continuosly becomes a culture.
Change when monitored continuosly becomes a habit.

All of us have heard about this... but this next sentence gave a different perspective to the whole thing....

Why change if you are going to fall back to your old routine. Why change if you are going to end where u started and start where u ended, both being the same point... :)

A controversial view.... many may argue if this is the mindset how will people even attempt to change????

True its a pessimestic approach to take, but we will have to appreciate the truth in it. Havent all of us undergone this cycle of waiting for an occassion to take up a resolution and live by it for few weeks and then fall back to the old routine... again wait for another birthday,new year.. to take up the same resolution. But this time we do a good job we stick by it for more than a month.... again the old routine bekcons us and... we sure do fall back... and again and again... and today we have reached a point where people no longer take resolutions... cos they feel its futile......

So much we hear about change... so let us attempt it and live by it only if we want to make it a habit...

lets us not take it up and find ourselves... cursing and falling in our own eyes.. for each time we fall back... we fall in our own eyes.....
so why change... when u end up falling back .....

Is it worth it?

Do you have the right to do this to your loved ones?

I had not know him very well, met a couple of times. From what I remember, he was a very nice guy, outspoken, friendly, ambitious, smart and intelligent. Eldest son of a middle class family, yes as most of the families they pinned their hopes on him. Hope for a better future, hope for a better quality of life, hope for a good standard of living, hope that they would grow up and move up in this lifetime. He was their hope and he too knew it.

He took up education with full vigour and joined a college in Chennai. Life was on a roll, he enjoyed the independence, the new sense of responsibility, the challenge his course offered and above all he loved what he was doing. One of the outstanding students in the class, he was all geared up for the campus interview.

Call it fate, blame it on your stars, call it by any name you want the fact remains the same. That day he decided to board an electric train to visit his aunt’s place and life has never been the same for his loved ones.

I was on a vacation when i heard the news of his loss. 20 years is this the age... a train accident... is this the way... I was shocked...I could not comprehend the facts; his family would not even get to see his remains. Whom do I curse? Do I curse the train? Do I curse the boy? Do I curse life? Do I curse God? Do I curse fate? Whom should I blame for the plight of his family? For the pain, the trauma, the suffering, the depression, the loss that the family would go through. Whom should I hold responsible?

Relatives and friends where frantically thinking of a way to break the news to the boy’s family. What could they tell, to a mother, whose entire life revolved around her son, a sister who looked up to her brother as a role model, a father who was taking pride and satisfaction in the way his son’s life was shaping, grandparents who lived their last few years with the hope to see him grow... to see him achieve. How do you tell this family that their son is no more?

In the midst of all these, one question in all our minds was, how did it happen? He was ran over by a speeding train as he was crossing the track. But how could he miss a train coming? How could he be so blind? So deaf? The answer was simple; he was talking on his mobile phone as he was crossing the railway track.

I was shaken. Had that boy waited to pick the call until he reached the platform, today he would have been alive. Irony isn’t it “Mobile Phone”, “I Pod”, “MP3 Player” seem to rule our life. While walking, jogging, crossing, driving, riding we are hooked on to them. Nothing seems to exist. Replying to that message becomes important as you are walking on the road, answering that phone call becomes vital as you are driving your car, listening to that song becomes a necessity as you are riding your bike, talking and listening, oblivious to everything happening around you seems correct doesn’t it? His life has taught me, it’s not worth it... that mess, that missed call, that song, that call is not worth it, not worth the risk, not worth the minute, not worth the safety I am trading, not worth the pain and suffering my loved ones would go through, not worth my future and ... it’s definitely not worth my life. I had to lose a cousin to realise this....

Thathuvam corner

Happen to read a thathuvam... so sharing it with you guys..it goes like this, " Changing the face does not change anything but facing the change, changes everything!"