A right "PUSH"

   I have always been someone who gets bored very easily... It takes more than a spark to keep me committed and interested and I grow wary very soon.... Be it my singing hobby or writing... I always need someone to remind me to go back to it again.... Huh! Talk about being lazy huh...

  Singing started very early in my life and I always restricted to my room... Its not for display sorry... It is my connection with my almighty and definitely not on a museum display..... Writing came at a much later stage... A stage where I had a lot to say but didnt have the guts to open my mouth... My emotions took form of words and all my feelings just poured out into my blogs... I used to get extremely disappointed with immoral behaviour to one's own profession and duties... Nothing bugs me more than a "Chalta hai" attitude to work... Dude, it is not just something, its a deal, a great deal... You may not be in your most favourite job and if not then you seriously need to ask yourself why, and even so, whether you are being loyal... And it is ridiculous to attribute loyalty to being scared of jumping.... Come on, nothing is perfect, but you could definitely make efforts to make it one...

Thats silly me, very attached to my work, extremely finicky of my life..... I get bored on holidays... And no I am not a workaholic.. I just love the idea of going to work and doing things which I have dreamed all my life about... I do not have a plan B ambition... This is what I wanted to be and this is what I shall always be....

But the point remains, have I made this my very existence... Do I seperate the Nandini at work from the Nandini at Home... Over the couple of months, I see that the line is disappearing.... I come back home & talk of work.... Even before I plan my breakfast and tiffin, I plan my tasks for the day at work....  Nope again, m not stressed but looks like my work is taking up all the space in my life....So conscious effort to draw the line back again, is the idea for this blog and hence on... A week long leave is in place.... Lets see, how soon I get bored and run back to work...

Or whether my "other interests" do teach me to live life again.....

It is funny, how wishes turn to dreams, and from dreams to "Maybe I can" and then one day it lies right in front of your eyes, waiting for you to realise. I always had this chart list in mind, that when I am 20 I would want this to happen, when 25 this and so on... Silly I know, but thats me.. Extremely dreamy and wide eyed about life. I have this, dream world and my whole life is about making it true. I never knew how my love for reading books led to creation of a whole new world. A world where everything's always perfect, there are only tears of happiness and joy.

And then, the happily ever after comes. Silly I dont know about, but thats me!! :P

Few Words from a Dew

They say I am wise though I always think otherwise
Years they say have I given away
I am strong, I am old
Yet they say I have always been mighty and bold

They are the stars that sparkle in the sky
How do they know my plight when the seasons come by
I am but a tree, in a lone way
No one thinks of me, I am but a cast away

Years have I yearned for company and joy
Someone who would laugh with me, and mock at me when I cry
I always got the company of a nonchalant few
They never stayed with me, beyond a dew

You have your leaves, exclaimed the Sun,
Just like I have my glow and radiation
They are yours and they add joy in your life,
Oh dear tree, you look so pretty with your leaves spread rife

They come to me in spring, and walk away in autumn,
Oh how I nurture them, yet they want to go home
They say their life is but a chance to glow
Spread happiness and live till away they blow

You have your fruits, exclaimed the rain drops,
Just like I have my soothing sound and smell.
They are your very own, and add value to your life,
Oh dear tree, you look so beautiful all stocked with your fruits.

They come to me seasonally, and are snatched away from my arms.
Oh how I wish, I could protect them from falling away.
And when they are pulled ruthlessly from my arms,
No body can understand the pain of the way.

Slowly smiled the beautiful dew,
She opened her eyes and spread a smile,
Oh dear tree you are one of the lucky few,
I speak today to you, its been quite a while

You say you are not cared for enough,
Life has been unfair and rough,
Look at the world around you for a moment,
All you want to do is sit and lament?

I but a small dew, alike so many,
I am so tiny and not even worth a penny,
My life is small and not even for an hour
I don’t have a form or any pretty colour!

People crave & wait to see my form,
I can be killed even by the smallest of worm,
Yet I love being me, for sure
Whether I would live again is very unsure

Life is a beautiful chance to glow,
To spread your wings and to take a bow
The wonderful Lord, sitting high above,
Can make a field spring out of a simple sow,

Love yourself, for who you are,
Its not whats different that defines your might,
For He creates everyone with love and care
Smile away beautifully happy and bright.

Oh Beautiful tree, here I breath my last,
I may not be alive to even say goodbye,
Take a moment, see around and take some rest,
And in this beautiful glory, enjoy every whisper and sigh.