Unconditional Love!

उसे मम्मी कहो या माँ,
आई कहो या अम्मा,
माँ के मुँह से निकला हुआ,
हर शब्द है लाड़ भरा चुम्मा!

बचपन से लेकर आज तक,
जब भी भूख के मारे मैंने किया आह!
जिस हाथ ने मुझे खिलाया,
वह है मेरी प्यारी माँ!

हमसे पहले जागती है
और हमारे बाद सोती है वह,
हमारी ख़ुशी मे हस्ती है,
और हमारे दुःख मे रोती है वह!

हमें हमारी इच्छा पूरी करने के लिए
भगवान् से प्रार्थना करनी पड़ती है,
माँ को कहना भी नही पड़ता,
और इच्छा पूरी हो जाती है!

तेरे कंगन और पायल की खनक
मुझे लोरी लगती है,
तू हस्ती है तोह दुनिया हस्ती है,
तू हमेंशा मेरे दिल मे बस्ती है!

भगवान् हर घर नहीँ जा सकते,
इसीलिए उन्होंने माँ को बनाया!
ऐ माँ, तेरे कदमो में,
स्वर्ग उतर आया! :)

Loved this poem on Maa from one of the episodes of Taarak Mehta ka Ooltah Chashma!

So thought of sharing! Speaking about our parents…can never be enough, the endless love and care they pour is indescribable! And so, this little one with lots of love for our parents – Mummy and Papa both! :) Yeah, ‘coz fathers are equally awesome! :)

Let this bond be forever!

We all have that ONE FRIEND who…
is crazee, is a clickfreak!
writes long posts on even your smallest joy,
tags you in any relevant pic s/he finds,
will wish you with just “Happy Birthday” or “HBD”
will write endless otherwise,
anyhow manages to be there when needed,
without fail texts you the lil “GM” and “GN” messages,
is ready to roam around with you,
anywhere anyday anytime anyhow!
is there to hear your rants,
will handle you in all your moods,
is as shy as you,
is more like a sibling than being just a friend!

We all have that ONE FRIEND…
who is “JUST A FRIEND”,
who is just a call away,
In today’s WhatsApp world – just a message away!
One who motivates you, encourages you, inspires you!

We all have that ONE FRIEND…
who clicks awesome moments with you – of you;
with whom you just be YOU;
with whom you have numberless memories;
whereas you also have the ONE…
whom you have met just a couple of times and still you are the “FRIENDS”!
whom you got connected with through someone!
And the connections go on….numberless types of friends we have…:)

Yes, it is rightly said…
“if you never talked to strangers…how would you have got these so many friends?”
I am so glad to have been with you all!
Happy to have talked to you “Strangers!”
With some online – with some offline;
With some at different places; different life events!
Some are still in contact, some are not now!

And so this one is for all my friends…
Whatever they are, wherever they are,
I love them, I miss them
And I care for them,
For the ever-lasting memories they have inscribed! :)

After all, we do not remember days, we remember the moments! :)
FRIENDSHIP it is! Let this bond be forever! :)

Photo Courtesy: Rahul Sahu – One of my friends! :)

End of Day with a Night

Every dawn has a dusk, and so does every story has a start and an end!
But in life, every ending is just a new beginning!

So here is another such story :)

That Day! Is still fresh when I was on the seat for the ‘TCS Interview’ in the college campus followed by getting selected till the joining formalities.

Oh yes, FYI, this is going to be a bit long and messy! So, if you still read, “I had already warned you :D”

The wonderful journey began with ILP,
Meeting new people from the different parts of the country,
Being around with all merrily and spending really good time!

Random talk with a stranger ILP-mate,
Turned to us becoming Best Friends!

Team members and colleagues, became friends,
Sharing of books, pens, chocolates and stupid talks,
Extended to sharing joys, sorrows, secrets and dreams!

From roaming around the campus,
To Non-ODC Days, Zunka-Tadka memories,
Getting a superrr lunch gang,
To meeting new friends in the first project – RBC (yes – Friends and not colleagues),
Great Memories!

My passion, love and likings for
Reading, writing, scribbling, etc. all were discovered here! ;)
I found a new set of friends who write too!
They have always been my inspiration, motivation,
Encouragement and everything for what I am able to scribble now!

Then joining this awesome team for ‘Maan School Initiative’,
Leading me to take up the Gawarewadi School Initiative – One of the best and awesome things ever!

I also found Knome – got to learn and know lots and lots on the platform, the TCS social network ;)
Reading wonderful articles, posts, writing some, getting reviews and feedbacks.
Knomers were just connected! And I made good friends again!
P.S.: TCSers, if you haven’t explored Knome yet; do it now! (of course, after finishing reading this ;)

How do I not mention the awesome TCS Bus rides?
From being the “always late girl” to
Enjoying the awesomeness of the highway;
The beautiful nature to the lovely weather! :)

I then found more new people, turning into friends!
My various groups – the #DassuLog, the CreativeMinds,
Toastmasters, Photographers, @PAR,
Book lovers – a group I always longed for, and many more.
Learning to dance and tapping the feet on Garba beats in the Amphitheatre – were days!
Being a part of many more events, which I loved being with – great memories!
Oh yes, Music – met a very good friend; but yeah,
I better not mention the number of classes, I attended :D

My Pagle group to the Dhakkans group to my girls’ gang having super time at Megapolis :D
Such friends on whom I could and can still count on anytime – day or night! Thank youzz for tolerating me :D

Stepping into MAITREE – awesome bunch of memories again!
Something that I always wanted to do and wanted to continue as well :)
More friends. More learnings. More fun.
The various club events, auditions, dramas,
Organizing and the disputes (lol, yeah) was all fun!
Exploring different office locations,
I have, undoubtedly, thoroughly enjoyed the time spent with all of you,
Interacting on professional or personal fronts.

To all my neighbors, who have tolerated me and my lame jokes – A big Thank You :D
Both – in RBC as well as MAITREE :D
And yes, thank you for all the nicknames and tags :D
I also thank all my blog readers and followers,
For encouraging and motivating me with valuable feedbacks and awesome response.
Guyz, keep reading and giving the feedback ;)
To the rest, I can assure you, you will like at least a few articles.

It was TCS, where I still had my college best buddies;
Which always made me content seeing them;
“Happen what may, Avani, you have these 2 always…atleast ;)”
Yes, I am happy to have made so many fantabulous memories;
But writing this draft, guess was the toughest, sad!

Yeah, you have guessed it right!
So, the 09^th of May 2016, marks an end to my journey in TCS
That started in 2012 – 28^th of Sept. :)
Looking back, I have many good moments to cherish,
I have shared a unique camaraderie with each one of you, which I hope will continue in the coming days and years, always :) Hope the same with you :)

I am confident that our paths will keep crossing,
Well, then do recognize me, in case we meet, somewhere – someday and share a “Hi” :)

With this, I bid my farewell to all and depart with fond memories.

Stay connected.  Cheers!

Love You Mumma…

Love Forever…

A Happy Christmas!

Days, months…and now, it’s been years…where I still wonder and I fear, where did things go wrong.

Randomly, seeing your name in the “People You May Know” list…I still wonder, why… but I do “hit” the “Add Friend” button with thousands of questions, memories, and what not along with.

At once, I also sent a message…”Hi”; with no hope of any reply of course!

And this morning, I see one message from you, my “Lost Friend”; with the customary reply of “Heya…Good Morn..” :) And yeah, reading these words, all the happy tears, the smiles, and the millions of memories have come together in the joyful pool! :)

But yes..I still wonder and I fear, where did things go wrong.

P.S.: Lost Friend series ends here..happily ;) Merry Christmas! :)

Connected articles: Lost Friend, Lost Friend – 2, Lost Friend – 3

Still…the journey seems longer!

These little raindrops on the window,
Have come with endless, beautiful memories!

The misty drizzle, the lovely breeze,
The varying shades of the clouds,
The moon moving along with,
This beautiful climate!
The same road, the same route,
The same destination, the same journey!
But days have changed…
Months, and yes, years gone!
But memories…the moments, haven’t!
They are afresh, all pink and healthy!

These beautiful memories,
Are strong enough to water my eyes, dear!

I am reminded of you, my “Lost Friend”!
The endless chatter, the daily talks,
Tolerating each other’s stupid “patented” words,
Discussing the fun stuff of the day,
Clicking crazy pics and sharing the laughter!
Those were the days my friend!
“We” never imagined, will turn this way! So pale!

Those long journeys were fun for us then…
This awesome weather passed our time, lovingly.
You are missed, my “Lost Friend”,
Our chatter is missed,
Our teasing is missed,
Our leg pulling is missed,
Our ranting is missed,
Which has grown enormously now!

Time has gone,
Roads improved,
Journey time lessened,
But still…the journey seems longer!

…And I still wander and I fear, where did things go wrong.

Connected articles: Lost Friend, Lost Friend – 2

I am here.

I am here.
I am here at the place; we had the best moments spent.
I am reminded of the never-ending days,
I am reminded of all those happy moments,
I am reminded of the time; I was the only precious thing for you.
I am reminded of your friends, who were once mine too.

The aroma of your favorite paneer,
The essence of the nearby table, where we always sat,
The flowers that were always there to welcome us,
The walkway, where we captured photographs,
To cherish forever; unaware of we’ll ‘actually’ miss those moments later,
Are all reminded.

I had your shoulder to lean on,
Your hand to hold and walk,
To get through every hurdle in life,
And now I feel orphan, lonely.
I have innumerable people around,
But I am alone.

I am reminded of the vows you made, to always bring me here on special days,
I am reminded of the friends; we dropped plans with, to just come here,
I am reminded of all the celebrations,
I am reminded of you, my friend.
I am here at the place; we had the best moments spent.
I am here.

Image source: Internet

Respect Men

Women’s day, Children’s day, Mother’s day, Friendships’ day, Daughters’ Day and so many other special days we celebrate. Special wishes on International Men’s Day, coming deep from my heart to all those men who play the diverse roles as son, brother, father, husband, friend, uncle, grandfather, etc and inexorably sacrifice their life to bring smile on to the face of their friends and family.

This is a short compilation in honor of all the men out there :)

They hide their sorrows, tears, fears and all the worries,
To keep you fearless, worry less and happy always.
They keep calm when they are tensed.
They sometimes yell but only for everyone’s good.
They do a lot more than earning bread for you and your family.
They bring joy and hope. They give compassion and ideals.
They give moral support to their family and friends.
They won’t drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you.
But they still do! With all their heart!
They do not cry at deaths, but give full support with the heavy heart.
They will always buy new clothes after everyone’s in family. Or might not as well sometimes.

It is rightly said,
“One guy can make you hate all the guys. But one man can teach you that not all guys are the same.”

Real men do not care about what others say or think about them; they just do what is good for their family.

They honor, love, respect, adore, are faithful, and take immense care of all of us.

Respect their judgment.
Respect them in communication.
Respect them in assumptions.
Respect their abilities.
Respect Men always.

Friendship Buoyancy – A wistful scribble

She scribbled…once and always…

It was the 2^nd anniversary of the day, they became friends. She had all set on mind to celebrate. But wondered, how did this happen. She opened her scribbling diary, where she always poured her heart into, but then always tore away the pages.

She wanted to scribble every priceless moment they spent together. She wrote of the day they met. She wrote of the day they took the first stroll. She mentioned the fun they had in teasing each other, the different names, the different titles, and so much. She mentioned their ambitions, passions, favorite hangouts. But she tore off the page, with the only thought of ‘What use of I scribbling now? He won’t meet. He won’t read’.

The other day, she saw his friends at the restaurant she went with family, for dinner. She scribbled how she tried her best, running away from their eyes. Or else they’ll discuss her. She wrote how lovely and cute that was when he quarreled with his friends, “for her”, whenever they said anything against her. Crossing by one of his favorite hangouts everyday, the one he always discussed and vowed that ‘We shall go and celebrate the best, here’, she scribbled, that the sun never rose for this day yet. She scribbled those memorable lunch times spent. And the favorite dessert they always had, later, before dispersing for their different workplaces. But she again tore off the page, with the only thought of ‘What use of I scribbling now? He won’t meet. He won’t read’.

She scribbled how she misses the non-stop chatter they did. She mentioned how they thought they fooled friends (who knew everything though ;)) and kept texting, hiding from others, their friends, their families. She scribbled the outings, where they missed each other but could not go together. She mentioned how sad that was that they realized the feelings too late. She mentioned the college fun, the way she missed the “them”. But she again tore off the page, with the only thought of ‘What use of I scribbling now? He won’t meet. He won’t read’.

She scribbled how he hated her hobbies but always complemented her and cheered her. She scribbled the happy vibes she got seeing his likes and comments on her Facebook, Orkut and G+ posts. She mentioned the songs and those lovely moments with music, that reminded of him. She scribbled those movies and sitcoms, the photographs, the memories that would come in a flash with more memorable moments. She mentioned how he wanted her to learn to drive, to cook his favorite pastas, etc. But she again tore off the page, with the only thought of ‘What use of I scribbling now? He won’t meet. He won’t read’.

She scribbled the long nights she spent shedding tears, missing those happy days. She wrote of the beautiful nights where they conversed all night. She wrote of those days, they managed their chit-chatting and talking when they were out of balance in phone. She scribbled the joy and the nervous feeling that was when she was at his home, for the first time. She wrote of the flop plans they always made, including the movie plan which threw the “Housefull” flap! But she again tore off the page, with the only thought of ‘What use of I scribbling now? He won’t meet. He won’t read’.

She scribbled how she always wanted to pen down the best memories she spent; but could never. She again wanted to scribble down all, as always, commemorating the good time spent. She wondered what happened suddenly in mere one year. She is all sure, that this page scribbled, with tears of memories, will also get torn soon, as always. She scribbled again…as always.