Ever wondered..... ???

Have you ever felt lonely in a crowd?
Have you ever waited knowing there is nothing like time?
Have you ever searched for something that was eternally yours?
Have you ever looked inside the eyes of a complete stranger hoping to see the light?

Have you ever looked inside and seen a different person?
Someone you didn’t know existed…
Have you ever wished you were that person?

Have you ever wanted to turn back time?
Or jump way into the future?
Have you forgotten that there was a today…..

Ever wondered what this life could be.. if it weren’t for the choices you made….

Ever wondered that the simplest of questions have the deepest of answers….

....Love was all that there is … eternal, encompassing and fulfilling.

Aanchal - 28 july 2008

TO BE

There is so much to say
Yet words fail to express
My deepest desires
My reasons to be
My questions of existence
My answers to life

hazaaron khwaishein aisi - Mirza Ghalib

"Hazaaron khwaishein

har khwaish pe dum nikle

Bahut nikle mere armaan

lekin phir bhi kam nikle"

- Mirza Ghalib

For a crime you did not commit....

How many times have we lived with a guilt which was worthless?

How many times have we lived in the fear that we might displease someone?

For a crime we have not committed ... we continue to bear the brunt ... to live for other peoples expectations.....

why would we do that?

It saddens me .... to see why expectations become bigger than accepting. Why an ideal picture for someone else never seems to be the perfect one for another....

why such simple truths we fail to recognise.

why we end up loosing every minute of our day to the past...

I see this all around me ... with people i know so well... people i love so much .... and thats what saddens me so much .... because somewhere im sure it saddens them too.

The big fat punjabi wedding!!!!!

The past week has passed in such chaos … chaos that was fun. My younger cousin got engaged on Friday ….. With the whole family in tow … 3 days of drinking.. eating and family gossip for a 5 minute ceremony :)
Punjabis are a loveable race!! I am so proud to be one because I love the way the whole family connects even if we meet once in two years… suddenly there is so much to talk about .. so much to do …
There is a major problem with the punjus though …. They all have opinions...everyone thinks they know best… So what typically happens in every Punjabi wedding, groups are formed …. One person trying to head the whole show (that’s usually the one who was missing from all the action earlier and arrives at the last minute trying to be one up !!! )
I find all this very amusing, more amusing is the whole ceremony which takes place in a mere 5 minutes. The whole show according to me needs to be a very close knit, sweet and personal occasion. In the crazy frenzy of rituals and rites the sweetest moments are forgotten ….
In pleasing the whole world the most important moments pass by without soaking them in to the hearts content.
I see the typical Punjabi affair and hope and pray I don’t go through this someday even though I love being a part of it…

I can’t have a million strangers stuffing my face with ladoos …. !!!! :D

The end of the GM diet

I finally ended the GM yesterday .... I have lost around 3 kgs.... my jeans fit very comfortably...
The best part is my skin looks great... i guess all the water has done its trick...!!!

will I try it again???

Yes!!!!! for nothing else but the way it has made me feel, more energetic... fresh and lighter ...
I guess the detoxifying thing really works and I recommend everyone to do this at least once in two months to cleanse your system....!!

Thank You

I have been writing since i was a kid .. random poems.. articles... but i never let anyone read them ... I always thought they were too personal...
Years later I met Rohit Khajuria... one of my best friends ... and I let him read them .... he loved them and i always thought he was joking.... but he encouraged me to write... even during the times when i was busy with the numerous things a 20 year old is (today i don't remember what any of that was) ... I wrote because i knew someone liked what i wrote....

We moved on ... left Pune .... and I stopped writing ... busy in Bombay with a new job and the exciting life Bombay had to offer .... once in a while i would speak to Rohit or meet him and i would write... just out of the blue... lately I have started writing again ... my poems might be dark ... but they reflect my deepest emotions ... and I feel complete again ....

After Rohit read this blog he messaged me .. that he remembered all he used to say about my poetry....

Thank you Rohit !! we don't meet that often or talk as much as we would want to .. but you are always in my thought ... each time i get on to the computer to pen a few words .. I think of you ... your encouragement is always somewhere ringing at the back of my head....

You are one of the few people who know the real me .. who have seen me grow up ... gosh its been ten years !!!! Thank you for everything !!!

My experience with the GM diet

I need to fit into a dress next week.... i need to look thin ... everyday, i sleep with an alarm for 6.15 am and never end up waking and going for a walk.. and throughout the day i feel horrid about it...
So heres my plan for the next one and a half week .... I will get up at 7.30 (my usual time) and exercise a bit... evenings will be reserved for a walk ... (15 rounds of the building ...)
Food.... i feel hungry all day .... so i have decided to get on the GM diet ... at least i get to eat.
Day 1 is fruits - I dont usually eat breakfast so im surviving till now... had an orange at 11 am ... im in office and its lunch time the wonerful aromas of everyones food are all around me .... I am going to eat musk melon and water melon .. (they say you loose more weight if u eat melons on the first day) ...
I hope I can survive 7 days of not eating junk.

Day 2 - veges : had a splitting headache last evening... i have never been on a diet and thought i should give up... so i ate a mango watched a nice film - Americano ... they have shown spain in a beautiful way... i kind of related to that movie (with my ever wandering and searching soul)... i slept early... and like a baby ... and i woke up feeling awesome !!! very surprising since i was feeling like crap last evening, had a boiled potato for breakfast and believe me i have never enjoyed it that much ... have three boxes full of boiled veges for the day ... so far im feelnig great ... reminds me of that song ... i feel good .. la la la la la ..... :)

Change ....

Quote of the day .....
"change ..... but start slowly because direction is more important than speed."

The past 6 months....

When it rains it pours... The past six months have been crazy ... Half the year has zoomed by and it has been quite a journey....

1. I am going to be an aunt soon !!!! very excited about that ... makes my belief that the circle of life goes on and on ... and I hope we can make a better life for the ones to come ....

2. Kabir started big school .... i adore that kid so much ... and would do anything to protect him ... he has become such a big boy ... It is so beautiful to see someone you held as a child grow up to become a beautiful human being.

3. I travelled ... not too many places as i would want to ... went to Abu, Delhi , Bombay

4. I have finally settled in this city .... and I have not yet started to feel the urge to run away ... (and that's a big deal for me). I am enjoying my stay at home ... other than the ups and downs i have not witnessed in the ten years of my staying on my own

5. I said goodbye to two people i love a lot. the good byes were different.. I let go of someone so that they have a better life.. a life without me ...., and I lost my uncle... someone more than a father to me ... a goodbye that was very hard to say... with so many things unsaid and undone ... I wish i could reverse time just a little bit...

Good byes are not that easy .... but that reminds me of the Richard Bach book - 'There's no such place as far away'... that somewhere, somehow we will meet again ....
It makes me go back to the time i did my past life regression and experienced life after death ....
After all this reasoning I still have been trying to get over the goodbyes I have bid this year....

I know tomorrow will bring a brighter sun ... tomorrow will be happier and more joys will be showered upon us...
We will soon experience the birth of a new life... and see how he/she grows into a world that we build for him/her ....

We will learn to move on... to celebrate ... to reminisce ... to forget .... to remember....

Tomorrow will be another day.

RISE

Fly..
Soar...
Flutter..
Weightlessly....
Into mystery ... the inexplicable
To be free...
To feel the wind caress my skin
To open the windows of my trapped soul.
Aanchal - 21/may/08

Letting go

As I look back on all that's happened..growing up, growing together, changing you, changing me -- there were times when we dreamed together, when we laughed and cried together. As I look back on those days, I realize how much I truly miss you and how much I truly love you. The past may be gone forever..and whatever the future holds, our todays make the memories of tomorrow. So, my lifetime friend, it is with all my heart that I send you my love, hoping that you'll always carry my smile with you, for all we have meant to each other and for whatever the future may hold.

Letting go...

“When you have nothing left but love, then for the first time you become aware that love is enough.”

Love is never enough ... we never love just to love ... we love to please people around us, to please our families, our friends and relatives...

love alone is never enough... it needs the acceptance, it needs the stamp of 'being right'

When you have nothing left but love, then you realise that maybe it was never worth it.

Weekend at Mount Abu

all of us ....

One of the best things one can ever do is an impromptu trip somewhere, even if it is for a day.. moments feel like a lifetime.

I guess the reason is we make sure we make the most of it.

This weekend we took a day trip to Mount abu, I've been there earlier and that was during the rains its green and beautiful at that time with numerous water falls and clouds touching the ground.

January is not the season to go there (any one from ahmedabad would agree to that) but there is a certain beauty in that as well... it might not be green but its cold! its isolated but peaceful at the same time...

We left at 3.00pm from ahmedabad hoping to make it there by 7.00... we missed the road to abu.. went into the bypass... but nevertheless made it there by 8.00..

The good part was we were not staying in a hotel, we spent 30 mins trying to find the bungalow which was quite scary. (an isolated bungalow near guru shikhar with no civilization around.. can be a bit creepy.. esp. if you have three boys trying to act cheeky and telling you that there is going to be a house of wax part 2 happening at night!!!)

The house was beautiful ... filmi in a way ... huge staircases leading up to massive doors that creak.. weird paintings (even in the bathrooms) swords on display... carved pelmets... and the works.

The caretaker- Jabbar Singh a.k.a Jeetendra as Mr. Gandhi would nickname him as the night proceeded is quite a sweet guy. though he will charge you for everything you ask for...

Once you have all your provisions, food, alcohol you're set. Jabbar will light you a fire in the awesome out house (see picture) and you can sit there or the garden and look at the most beautiful sky ever.

I have yet to see so many stars.....

The night proceeds and well... we never sleep... we get drunk and we act funny .... but jabbar doesn't complain...either he pretends he cant hear us or he is just very used to it ... we behave like this is the last time we drink... sleep in cupboards, have sword fights, dance, sing and make merry... most of all we laugh ... we really laugh.....

The morning is beautiful ... crisp, chilly breeze and a bright sun... Jabbar makes awesome omelette's, we hog and leave ....

If it was not for Niyati we would have stayed longer... enjoyed the quiet and the peace and maybe another night of madness...

But we form bonds... 'fix you' becomes an anthem... and jokes that will last for quite sometime ....

with jabbar singh :)

so .... we plan to do this once again ... very soon.......

Rajasthan road trip

Pushkar ghatChttorgarh fortSarsoon khets view from udaipur city palaceshikarbadiRajasthan is beautiful. A million people must have said that, but when you experience it you know that they are so right. Maybe it’s the feeling of going back into time, the palaces, the lakes, and the color that comes out so well in the dull sandy background or maybe it’s the history that is so enchanting and full of mystery.

A road trip through Rajasthan is what makes you really taste the flavor of the place, especially when it is done in a span of two days!!

We started our journey on early Saturday morning. The highway to Udaipur is beautiful the roads are amazing; all throughout there are bright bougainvillea flowers, which is a treat for sore eyes!
The terrain changes from dull and boring to rocky hillocks. The air was chilly this time of the year making it more enjoyable.

There is a resort called the Shikarbadi resort around 5 km before one enters Udaipur, I recommend a good English breakfast by the pool side overlooking a great landscape, just be careful of monkeys! The resort is actually the stud farm of a Maharaja and as one enters the place one can see great looking horses galloping around the place. We had made it to Udaipur in good time and could relax and have a good breakfast before we went to see the city palace. Located right in the middle of the busy city is the city palace, but as soon as you enter the gigantic gates the world transforms. The view is amazing of Udaipur city on one side and the lakes on the other.
They have a museum and one can roam around the palace and its tiny corridors.

I was amused, amazed and in wonder, every one dreams of a royal life and I guess that’s what I was also thinking looking at the palace.

The small lanes that lead to the palace have shops for jewelry, bags, stationary, and a lot of knick knacks. I got great bargains on lehriya dupattas and stationary which is great for gifts. After all the shopping we decided to visit the Fateh Sagar lake. We went boating at one in the afternoon, the breeze was chilly, and there was no one in the lake at that time, just us, the shikara and a very sweet shikara wala who was so concerned why we were not spending more time boating.
That was the most peaceful content and happy part of the trip; moments like this don’t come along everyday.

On our way to Chttorgarh, our next destination we stopped at Chattris, the burial places for Maharajas and Maharanis.
The terrain changes to just saroon ke khet on both sides and a nice blue sky in the background. We stopped and I fulfilled my wish of running through the sarsoon ke khet like in DDLJ singing tujhe dekha ….
We reached Chittor just before sunset and went straight to the fort where we met Luv sharma, our host for the night. We got a guide to take us around, the fort is huge and in a lot of parts, it has more than a hundred temples all of them either broken or defaced by Mughal and British rulers. But they are still beautiful and they still stand tall. There is a beautiful Kali temple, a sun temple with the Trimurti idol. We visited the main palace, the padmani mahal, vijay stambh and the site where the jauhar was done. We spent 3 hours there and the guide spoke non stop in one tone but he did take us back into history, culture and tradition.

It was around 8 when we left the fort and went to the Sharma house, I have not seen many or infact any joint families and this was great because they are really close knit. They have a certain respect for each other which is so nice to see. They are above all great hosts, they will make you eat till you don’t put your hands on your plate and beg NO! Neelam, Luv’s wife was about to deliver her baby any day yet she was the perfect host taking care of our every need.
The next freezing morning we took a walk around the house, every thing is organic here because they have their very own vegetable farm in the backyard and their own cows for milk! Butter is made fresh everyday and vegetables and fruits are plucked fresh too!!
After a heavy breakfast (I didn’t eat, was full with the previous nights meal) we left for Ajmer. I wanted to visit the Dargah, I had visited it 12 years ago and had great memories, but I was wrong this time.
It took us an hour to get through the traffic and get there. The place is a mess, everyone is asking for money, be it the parking guy, the guy selling Prasad, chadar or even a beggar. They are just out there calling for you and running for money. It was a Sunday and there were not less than five thousand people over there, we managed to keep our shoes in a shop and the security stopped us, apparently you cant take cameras inside anymore. Another thirty minutes and money is spent to deposit the camera. We went in hoping for some peace but all we found was people pushing us screaming and a lot of pickpockets. Scared and suffocated we got out tied a thread as tradition and literally ran out of that place. I prefer to remember the visit 12 years ago which was peaceful and beautiful, not this one.

Ajmer to pushkar is around a half hours drive, the drive is beautiful, Pushkar remains peaceful despite of guides and the likes of them wanting to make money from each and every tourist.
We spent around an hour there, sitting not talking.. just being with ourselves.

The last leg of the journey was to Jaipur, I had to take a flight back to Ahmedabad at six and for once it was on time! We stopped for lunch at jo hukum recommended by Luv. The place serves amazing dal and chappatis.
Being a Sunday Jiapur was shut so we didn’t see much there. The Airport is fascinating its small and the airplane comes and stands right next to the gate!

Listening to bawara mann a million times, laughing, crying…. Two days of numerous emotions and bonding’s that will last a lifetime.
People were skeptical if we would ever manage to see five places in two days, I would discount jaipur so we ended up seeing four beautiful places, met great people and strengthened our friendship for life.

Recipe for sugar coated disaster - Part 2

I sat there looking at him and thinking to myself…
Despite what I say, plan or do..
I end up at the same road, at the same junction time and time again…
A road that leads nowhere, a road where I know I will fall, hurt and bleed.

I sat there looking at him and thinking......
How can I hate and love someone at the same time...
How can love overcome even the darkest of emotions?

I surprise my self at times...I
n the midst of a conquest with my self...
I JUST sat there looking at him...

consumerism and relationships

Love
Will we ever be loyal to the one we love?
Will we ever love one and just one?

I don’t understand my generation. I sound just like my mother; I’ve heard her say this often.

I don’t understand how my generation can love passionately, marry and then can’t stand the sight of each other. I don’t understand how my generation can love passionately, marry and then soon find someone else to love. I don’t understand how my generation can love passionately, marry and then realize that they were never meant to be together.

What is wrong with us? Are our relationships like fast food, multiplexes and shopping malls? Where everything is disposable, there is a lot of choice and so much confusion that we never remember why we ever entered into it in the first place.

With so many flavors and types of chips to choose from will we ever have a favorite? Will we ever be brand loyal?
Will be ever be loyal to the one we love?

As the new era of consumerism dawns upon us, so does an attitude that is reflected in our relationships with people.
The new age consumers want fast results and they want the best. They want the latest gizmos and as technology becomes obsolete every month, so do the gizmos.
The new age consumer comes of age early; at four years he knows which cartoon character he wants on his tiffin box.
The new age consumers have a choice they never dreamt off earlier. ‘The good life’ is now within their reach. Fashion is on the streets, anyone and everyone can be a Ashwariya, Salman or John.
The new age consumer is hungry, hungry for experimentation and hungry for consumption.

This is my generation – Hungry

Is being hungry wrong?

They love speed dating. They love the word ‘fling’. They want to have a one night stand and forget about it not in the morning but in the middle of the night.
They will marry, because they are passionate.
Passion drives them. Passion to attain, passion to own.

Passion, that fades as soon as it begun. Then they are hungry for more.

Irony

"I've spent over 400 hours of my life looking for comets, and haven't found anything, and now, suddenly, when I'm not looking for one, I get one dumped in my lap.”

lost passions???

I met this amazing person last week; he reminded me of so much of what I have forgotten …
He is someone with passion, real passion…. It’s all around his aura.
When he does what he does best he is completely into it…
I stood there thinking that how much I wanted to be like him, how I knew my passions but didn’t pursue most of them and sometimes never recognized them at all…
Here is a person who lives for his passion.. He breathes it… all the time…
He might not have a lot of what all of us had there.. Jobs, money etc etc …
He had peace….
As I looked at the other faces watching him …. I noticed I was not the only one thinking like this ….

Recipe for sugar coated disaster.

I sat looking at him and thinking to myself...
why would i do this to myself?
I looked around and there were so many happy faces, so many beautiful faces... faces calling me, inviting me to come and see there world...
Yet, I sat there looking at him, My feet stuck to the ground beneath which shuddered due to the after shocks "us" has brought along the years...
My feet are used to that. I think they secretly like it...
They like the momentary happiness that leads to sugar coated disaster.

I sat there looking at him and thinking......
How can i hate and love someone at the same time...
I surprise my self at times...
In the midst of a conquest with my self...

I sat there looking at him and thinking...
He who knows everything yet not himself, Deserves nothing from me ...

I smiled .. and decided to play along ... !

Kihim

Kihim is one of the most relaxing places I have ever visited. a rocky beach near the very visited alibaug,It has a calmness about it that is very eerie. A lot of people might not agree with me as it is one of the most visited beaches from Mumbai, I guess for me it was the company,the place.. And the fact I was away from all stress and problems. We stayed at pednekars bungalow.. Now its not really a bungalow... the room is crappy and the loo is outside the room.. But who cares when the moment you step out of the room you step into sand... it’s on the beach!!!!! He has attempted to make a little shack outside and has succeeded quite a lot with the thatched umbrella and the wooden benches. He has an amazing cook for a wife who will make the most delicious fried fish and prawn curry ... total maharashtrian style, all you have to do is take a mat lie under the umbrella and watch the sky change, occasionally just shoo ff a cat or a puppy :).

The sea is so wondrous, all these years i lived in Bombay (in bandra, worli) so close to the sea yet i didn’t notice how ever-changing it is, which is what makes is so very beautiful. Two days seemed like two weeks... that’s pure relaxation.. Jahnvi, Megha and I share a great relationship.. We don’t need to talk in order to communicate. Holidays should be with friends like this.. Lying on the beach at night, listening to someone strum the guitar, eat good food, drink good alcohol.. can be any ordinary beach party but something happened to us that weekend, nothing was ordinary.. we all needed the break so much that we were living every single minute of the day. I don’t remember the last time I had done that. Without saying a word we realised that some bonds last forever, people come and go but friends stay. We spoke about what a long way each one of us has come in the past 9 years, despite all the jobs, the men, the trials and the tribulations... we still can be ourselves with each other.

I guess that was the reason we could live each moment and relax, we were ourselves.

An hour away from the gateway of India by ferry is nothing, its like going from andheri to town on any normal working day. What took us so long to step out??

Morning

A dark sheet lifted ..
Emerged a bright yellow sphere,
Luminous, dazzling, shinning..
Reflected on her glazed skin
Soaked into her palms,
Sunk deep into her eyes,
Touched her soul,
Fulfilling,
Nourishing,
Complete.

Something i found again ... written last year in march ...

Every time I reach a destination I prepare to leave. Be it a two day weekend break, a month long vacation or a year.

As soon as I reach I fear the day ill have to leave. The initial time is spent on adjusting to the fact that i'm here finally and then the rest few in the end is spent on being anxious about my departure. Little time is left, where I truly get don’t to cherish where I am, who I am with and what i’m doing here

I am a forever moving person. Moving drives me it keeps me going. I can never stay in a place for more than two months at a stretch. I have to get away. Ideally I would love to get away every month or Maybe lesser, but the money doesn’t permit it right now.
On my way to Ahmedabad this time I realized my favorite feeling in the whole world. It is the feeling I get when the aero plane takes off. Most people would get sick at the thought of that, but for me it is a beginning to something that’s different, something that’s new. An adventure i’m going to embark upon. Every time a plane takes off or the train leaves the station or the bus moves I get the same feeling.
It is not this time I am concerned about or the time I leave that place to go to the other, they are beautiful experiences, a journey towards the unknown is always beautiful in the beginning.
I am concerned about the time I spend in between, the time that doesn’t measure in thought.
I try to segregate time into three parts- my entering, living and exiting the journey. Should I actually do so? Or should I merge all into one whole exciting episode that I am experiencing.
It takes practice I guess.
That’s why in a jiffy time passes by and I realize I’m leaving tomorrow and then the fretting starts about how I don’t want to leave…. And then I prepare to start another journey and go through the same thing again.
I start giving myself excuses. And I continue to do the same.

Isn’t life just the same?

We are on a forever journey along the universe from one body to another from one city to another across space and time. Each time we embark upon a new journey we are anxious.
From the second we are born the journey is marked as an important arrival date. The initial years go in adjusting ourselves to the new surroundings, new people, learning there ways of life, learning of what they term as right and wrong, good and bad.
We forget in time that why did we ever even come here?

By the time we get a reality check it’s late.
We all get reality checks, the universe conspires it. It didn’t send you on this journey for nothing.
Of course for many of us by the time the reality check happens we are nearing the completion of the journey and then we start panicking over the amount of time we have lost and we see the end so near. Most of the time is then spent on worrying or on trying to find new roads and ways to reach the end appropriately.
It’s the time in between we hardly remember.
The day we depart is also marked as an important date. What about the time in between?
Who marks these dates? Dates that are special maybe just to you. Dates that might be etched on your subconscious and forgotten by the conscious mind in the daily rush rush and busy life.
There are also dates we missed out on, dates we forgot, dates we didn’t think were important or we thought we could delay to do that.

Do I come back to the place I visited before? Sometimes I do, at times I keep coming back. But each time I sit on that air plane my agenda is different. There are different people to meet, different work to do. I get the chance to live and relive the journey time and time again but each time there are other things on my mind.

And time just flies.

If I would slow down a little and stop and smell the flowers as that say….
If I would stop a bit and look at the people who entered and left my life and the very few who have stayed on. If I see each one of them as someone so unique who changed my immediate universe upside down in a good/bad way.

Then I forever love them.

I gaze at the clouds outside the tiny airplane window. Amazed at the out of world experience I am having right now, I wish it would just stay like this in-between the clouds.
Reality check- The plane lands.
Well… it’s just the beginning…..

Aanchal
24.03.06

Run away

I was going through some old stuff i wrote on scraps of paper... I came across this poem ... I dont remember who i wrote this for, when and even why! I cant relate to the emotions i must have gone through while writing this anymore.. they seem so alien ... this is the ability we have to move on in life .. Pain that seemed unbearable ... vanishes into the darkness of your past...

Run away

I need to get away, run away,
From you, from your attitudes
From that face I’ve got to know so well
From the smell that lingers around me all day.
I need to run away,

I need to get away, run away,
From the stolen kisses,
The secret smiles,
From the tender ways you cared
I need to run away,

I need to get away, run away,
From the pain I’ve learnt to live with,
From the hurt your harsh words bring to me
From the love that’s vanished away
Yet grows somewhere deep in my heart,I need to run away.

to innocence

A long day has gone by
Where am I?
Eyes empty, searching inside
My ‘self’ that’s somewhere hiding behind the darkness
Unaware of the light
That’s just a blink away.

I blink.

The lights blinding
What was the point?

Eyes that remain hollow
Peep inside a soul
Light fills into crevices of the shadows inside.

Years gone by shine through the light
Like a canvas being painted, black and white.

My eyes remember
That’s a person they recognize.

Feet start to move, drawn to the light
Everything starts to fill with colors
Blue, green, yellow and red.

I turn around and run
As fast as I can
It’s my salvation
My u-turn to innocence …


Aanchal
6/3/07

turn turn turn.....

Words-adapted from the bible, book of ecclesiastes
Music-pete seeger

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time to build up,a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time for peace, I swear its not too late

Coincidences

Coincidences ….
According to the celestial prophecy – there is no such thing as a coincidence.
I have encountered this during various tarot readings that I do for people, tarot of course is a lot of energy and concentration of the questioner along with my intuition and clarity in thought.
So many times it has happened that a prediction has come true within 24 hours, many a times it is associated with a lot of loss and disappointment.
Leaving the questioner upset and bewildered at the same time.
Me- it leaves me sad, it’s not a nice thing to tell someone who expectedly looks at you to say good things about their future that things might not go well. It is very difficult to put across that even though the worst might happen … ultimately its all for the good, its just about looking at the bigger picture and seeing it maybe after sometime has passed.

the sunscreen song

This song sums up life so well ... i love the part which says ... "sometimes youre ahead, sometiems youre behind, the race is long ... and in the end its only with yourself... " :)


EVERBODY'S FREE (TO WEAR SUNSCREEN) Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’97Wear Sunscreen
If I could offer you only one tip for the future,sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth, oh nevermind, you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now, how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked, you are not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future, or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you
Sing
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss
Don’t waste your time on jealousy, sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind, the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults, if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life, the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, Maybe you’ll divorce at 40, Maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary What ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can, don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings, they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard, Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, Maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen