May Luck be Yours

And tomorrow is your big day. The time has come. The one that you were waiting for all the while. And I know you can. I believe. I trust.

All the Best. Best of Luck. Good Luck. My prayers will be with you :*

Recollections

It's been a while since I last posted. A lot has been up. I am home. I am enjoying my solitude. Days of idleness. Of absolute nothing to-do. This otherwise routined life of mine saw a sudden intervention with the arrival of my cousin. And thus happened a trip to Shillong. Family time. Old memories recalled and newer ones made. All in all, it was a lot of fun.

Shillong, the capital of Meghalaya, has been the capital of undivided Assam. For my mum and aunt, thus, it has always had a special place in their hearts with a lot of fond childhood memories attached. Shillong has been to them what Dibrugarh has been to me. Their vacation destination during the summer breaks. We've always grown up hearing their tales whenever we stayed at the now "Assam House" near Stoney Land, Shillong. This house had been the home to my great grandmother during her tenure as a Cabinet Minister and so, each room had its own story to tell. This trip was no different.

I've regularly visited Shillong for the past twenty years and now if I look back, there has been a drastic change. Today, the city is an absolute mess. Nightmarish traffic and dusty broken roads. The greenery has been destroyed. It is a concrete jungle with few pockets of green left. It is growing without planning, resulting in a state of cacophony. It's high time efforts are made to save Shillong or else we will end up losing our 'Scotland of the East'!

In the background

The Blog background is my true fort-forte-weakness-weak knees!

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My School <3

Ask me if I Care

"Worry about your character and not your reputation, because your character is who you are, and your reputation is only what people think of you."

True. Read and Loved.

Fate-al

I wish
I could share with you
Things I couldn't tell anybody

I wish
It would have been
All that easy

I wish
I could cry
With you by my side
Just like I laugh, I smile.

At times, sometimes
I wonder if you'd ever know the other me
If you would, would you love me all the same?

Bottled feelings ain't that simple
Caught between two worlds, I wish
They would entwine - Yours and Mine.

Written for Poetry Picnic Week 9 : Longing, Loss, Loosing Failure and Thursday Poets Rally Week 54

Get vs. Give

Get will Give you a pillow

Give will Get you a good sleep

The thing called Legacy

We all leave behind our legacies. Someday that's what people are going to remember us by. So the crucial thing is- Is that legacy of ours happening by accident or by design? Something we can ponder about maybe. How much does it really take to ensure that our legacy is made not by chance. But by choice. Our own. After all, Bad is the enemy of Good. Good is the enemy of Great. Great is the enemy of Impossible. 

Direction not intention decides destiny. It is therefore important for us to shape our thinking. In making our legacies, let us surpass our own expectations. For we can never lose what we did not have in the first place. It is not trespass when we cross our own boundaries.  When we know our destination, even if we fail once, we have the option to succeed for we can always change our approach. All of us have the permission to screw it up but never give up. That's the beauty of that thing called legacy.

Design for Change

I certainly did not want to be reminded to write a blog post. So when I was, I realized about  my long absence. Plenty of reasons. None good enough to be cited as an excuse. Okay. Well so from the last time that I made my presence felt, a lot has been up. Yes, first the moot, then the studying for exams, then the exams itself, one crazy night at the flat, 5'o clock morning breakfast at Vohuman's, the Delhi MAD Conference and finally home. The place where the fast paced life comes to a full stop. Actually if I had to define my life at the moment, solitary bliss would just be apt. To confess, I am facing what-you-call a Writer's Block after a really long time. Thoughts are many and varied. To pen it down is taking a lot of effort. To channelize the thought process. To make sense. Create a link.

First things first, my little ones at the Center I teach, finished their Design for Change contest. Here are the colourful dustbins they made.

My kids with their attractive dustbins...(and smiles too!)

How it all began. The kids and I had long discussions on the one change that they wished to bring about. After a lot of contemplation, they decided to address the one common concern they all had – about their surroundings. It was the one problem that immediately affected them and all those around, everyday. They felt that they could really do something about it and hence the idea was born to clean the surroundings and spread the message to everyone around by setting an example. Also to aid in carrying out and ensure that the other kids follow them, the kids decided to make attractive dustbins out of the used cartons and place them in all the classrooms. 

On the 18th of September 2011, the day set for the implementation, their eager eyes looked for me as I entered the center. As soon as I entered, they got to work. I was surprised as I have never seen my class this punctual and excited at the same time. They really meant business. Paucity of resources was no hindrance. They shared and cared. Something we preach yet seldom practice. So, one scissor and just a box of crayons did not stop them from producing some of the most colourful neatly done dustbins which they placed in every class. But yes! not to forget, all this after they went around their campus putting inside the dustbin whatever litter they could find around. 

The other kids looked towards them and my little heroes, their chests held high, explained with confidence what they were doing. With hope in their hearts that their small act of spreading consciousness amongst the little inhabitants of the Home goes a long way towards cleaner surroundings!

Bliss!

And now it is that time of the year when I can start packing my bags. Yayyyyy! :D

A small stop over in Delhi. That's how close I am to being home. ;)