The Sands of Time

Admiring the beauty of the ocean waves
Drifting towards the land
I wondered about the journey they travelled
To eventually reach the sand
I’ve always dreamed about taking a journey
To a place along the sea
Where every moment is timeless
In a world of magic and mystery

You and I were hand in hand
Watching the seabirds in flight
Appearing like a silhouette
Against a backdrop of the moonlight
We found ourselves on a magical journey
To a place we wanted to be
When we ventured into the darkness
Towards the sounds of the romantic sea

We walked along the shoreline
Pausing to write in the sand
As we engaged on this timeless journey
To a special wonderland
Some kind of magic took over my heart
When you looked into my eyes
As we held each other very close
Waiting for the sun to rise

I said how much I loved you
And you said the same to me
As we drew a heart in the sand
And creating another memory
We wrote our initials inside the heart
Knowing the tide would soon be in
To carry our love into the sea
And let this romantic journey begin

We will always share a moonlight
With the sounds of the romantic sea
When we hold each other in the darkness
For now and eternity
The wave that carries our special love
Will always drift on forever
As we journey to that magical world
Through the sands of time together

(not an original)


A dear friend forwarded a video this morning. It was about a girl interviewing random people in Delhi about the current situation there. Though everyone in the video was aware of the ongoing turbulence, but no one actually knew what the protest was all about. As a matter of fact none could identify a certain personality, who was apparently a  convicted terrorist, eventually executed for his activities. When I watched the video again, I observed that most of the people interviewed were teenagers, “The Youth”. These teenagers have limited focus and their interest lies mostly in things which give adrenaline rush.It is said that youth are the future of India, but I must say that they are completely misguided in present scenario. Indian youth are highly influenced by electronic media. Media these days has remarkable talent to intertwine an established fact with a blatant lie to present a self baked misleading statement that at best, only serves their personal and political agenda. Hence they become soft targets of people trying to harm national interest. These young innocent minds can be easily manipulated and provoked.

As a citizen and as parents it is our duty to direct the youth through proper communication and channelizing their potential energy in right direction. Books have thousands of years of wisdom in them. They make the character of man who is the strength of a nation. It would be a mistake to underestimate the positive power of books. They can be a rewarding source of escapism when events in the real world are too hard to bear. Children learn valuable lessons about different cultures and histories. Identification with literary characters enables the development of empathy and understanding. Such traits are of vital importance for the unification of ethnically diverse communities such as in our country. People who read from an early age develop passion for learning and a curiosity for the everyday wonders of life. They are able to adapt better to the situations and come through the tough times.

A positive, learned and focused youth is what India needs today. A youth who can not be taken for ride by anyone with hidden motives; and a youth who embraces diverse opinions, without being judgemental.

What a Day!!

You know you’re in your 30s when putting that new carpet and wall decors you bought is in the top 5 highlights of your day. To prove otherwise, I thought we all should go out somewhere. So while rolling out Aalu paranthas for my family, I suggested my husband that we should go to a mall. Although I know my husband is completely against the idea of going to a shopping mall on a Sunday, to my utter surprise he said “hmmm.. yeah..Ok!!!” You see he is a man of few words.

Within an hour, with kids tucked in back seat, “chicken kuckdu ku” song on full blast, we were on road. By the time we reached there braving all the traffic, it was already lunch time. After circling the mall parking like a planet in its orbit for a long time we finally traced an empty parking slot. At least 5 cars rushed towards it in gladiator style. Unmindful of basic courtesy or consideration for the unfortunate soul who was the first to sight the bounty, we managed to park our car.

Eating at the food court can be an option in peak hours only if you like playing musical chair. I suggested that we should eat at a foriegn burger joint. Atleast you get to sit and eat peacefully without three people standing on your head with sizzlers and dosas. My husband said “hmmm…yeah..Ok!!! Kids were happy too. They got a free toy with the meal. Little did they care that daddy has paid four times the value of that toy for one burger.

The day started unfolding once we got into ‘Starmarks’. Four of us with different agenda on our minds went four different ways into the store. I was looking out for my next read, when I spotted my younger one kicking one of the shelves. I reached there in one big leap just before the toys came crashing down. A stern “NO, dont do that” was enough to make her howl on top of her voice. A lady standing across had a wicked smile on her face. She had her maid tagged along to take care of the ‘baba logs’. Damn that b****. In desperation, I looked towards my husband, who in turn moved further ten feets away with “its my bloody sunday too” look in his eyes. Somehow managing the situation with the younger one on my waist for rest of the evening, and ten different shopping bags, I thought it was enough of quality time. “Lets head home”, I said, to which my husband replied, “hmmm…yeah…Ok!!!”

We must have heard that bloody song from Bajrangi Bhaijaan at least 10 times on way back also. I had a splitting headcahe and backache by the time we got back. Kids got busy with the books they had bought. My husband lovingly applied MOOV on my back and said “Baby, lets avoid going to a mall next time unless absolutely necessary”. I replied “hmm…yeah…Ok”.