Juggling thoughts !!

          As a child my mind always used to ask questions which my lips would seal them inside for the fear of making myself look stupid in front of others. Although I tried to be a very obedient child of my parents, somehow I would always land up becoming the culprit of one or the other mischief in our house.I would always try to explain my innocence but my lips would never cooperate. But my father has taught me many lessons while rectifying my mistakes which I have realized are helping me to look at life from a completely different perspective.
        A mother gives birth to a child by nurturing the little life inside her womb for nine months. She is considered as the person closest to her child and the child's absolute identity. Although I vehemently, speak and write about women and her powerful self,my perspective in this case seems to deviate far away from me being a feminist. As my fingers are typing and my mind working at the thought process of whatever comes out  in my column today should be considered very spontaneous and effortless.
        I regret of not saying ,"I love you , Deta !" so much today that tears would blur my vision every time I think about it. It's been 8 years since he left us for his heavenly abode. As a daughter myself, I feel , my father has a greater impact on the values I have learned in my life more than anyone else. He taught me to be independent and to stand up for what I believed to be right.
      The most significant teaching which got imprinted in my soul is the habit of bowing down at the feet of the elders to seek blessings which is considered so clumsy today and to touch the first toes of both the feet of that person. He explained that when you touch the first toes of that person you seek blessings from, a positive energy flows from the person's body to yours and the good thoughts emit good vibes. Ever since that explanation I found a new thrill to repeat the gesture wherever I could and began collecting blessings in the form of positive energy and vibes. I still don't know whether his teachings has any logical explanation but some things are better unexplained. And  I strongly believe that the bag of blessings has given me a lot of strength and energy to fight my battle in life.

         The hearts of the daughters are most strongly connected to their fathers than their mothers in a very special way. Therefore, a daughter tries to discover the qualities of her father in the personality of her life partner when she moves out from the shed of her father's love. The unraveling of her connection with her father while tying the knot appears to be more shattering than the happiness of uniting with the partner of her life for which she uncontrollably sobs the precious drops of pearls.Hence, this happens to be the most important as well as the herculean moment of a daughter's life.
                     " I have two daughters as beautiful  and pretty as can be
                       And hope they connect with their father's soul as beautifully !
           A daughter connected to the soul of her father always learn something special in life      
I know because I did learn somethings very specially even though he is no longer within my sight !"

A twist of my life !

       

  I just can't live without smiling and laughing and giggling.....is something utterly wrong with me ? I am going through a twisted phase of my life in which somebody else would have become numb, they say. But I am so deeply occupied with my world of joy. In the past 3 years I have read a lot on positive attitude and have been feeding my mind every morning with a motivational quote. Could this be a reason of my light-mindedness?
         I am in my midlife and when most of my friends seem to follow a different thought process, I have a completely different process going on in my mind. Am I sanely becoming insane by any chance? But I am loving this insanity.
          When I look back at my days I have lived till now I see a lot of imperfect moments which I would have loved to rectify if only I had a time machine. But alas ! all I can do is to learn from the imperfections and live the rest of my days without regret. So I am all set to discover myself and my own magnetism . One afternoon when I was lying on my bed and looking at the blades of the ceiling fan revolving I realized that life too revolves very fast and drags us to invisibility at the end. Like the three blades of the ceiling fan , the three stages of life , childhood,adolescence and adulthood spins and drags us to the end and merges us into nothingness. It's up to us what we want to leave behind as an image when we cease to exist.
        I always loved to travel and tread new places and experience a brand new horizon every time. But like some women in our society I suppressed my desire until now. I happened to talk to a friend of mine last week about a trekking to a dreamland," valley of flowers" situated in Uttranchal about 3600m above sea level. And she, adventurous by nature, readily agreed to team up with me for the expedition in the month of July. Ever since we fixed up our dates for my very first desire to explore a fantasy land , I began to workout and prepare myself for the trek. As I am extracting knowledge about " the valley of flowers" from the internet I am growing more and more excited to take my fleet across the thousands of wild flowers in the valley in its full bloom and surprise the fairies ( a myth) in a clean swipe. Incidentally I bought a DSLR a couple of weeks back which is going to add colors to our journey and help us treasure every memory on our way to the paradise.

      "The Valley of Flowers", an Indian National Park, lies in the Chamoli district of Uttrakhand,is known for its meadows of endemic alpine flowers and variety of flora. It also is a home of some endangered species of animals like snow leopard, Asiatic black bear,brown bear,musk deer,blue sheep etc. The park stretches over an expanse of 87.5 square kilometers and is about 8 kms long and 2 kms wide. Instead of typing any information from other sites of the web I would prefer to experience and then tell my own story. So, wait for my story in the valley of flowers, talking to the fairies ,( if I get a chance to talk to them,that is ) with pictures to flare up your imagination and charge your spirit to tread the paradise yourself .

 See ya guys !!