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Night is darker before the break of dawn. March 3, 2013

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 I was woken up in the early hours this morning; perhaps for two years short of a decade we’ve been waiting for this call – news, rather! They’ve been waiting through the night to make it ‘relatively’ morning for us here, so that they can wake us up and share the good news!! 


They waited for eight years!!! They had no choice but to persevere. They had no choice but to be patient. They had no choice but to pray – all these years. In the larger scheme of life, eight years were nothing but merely an alphabet in an essay, but to live through it required conscious dodging of questions and queries, being blind to the inquisitive looks of families and relatives all from an orthodox background questioning the capabilities more than understanding the scheme of destiny.


And finally, their prayers are heard; she has conceived a baby; the relief, the joy and the contentment can only be imagined and yet hardly any close to their reality , yet through these comes the message that prayers with good intent never go wasted – it gets delivered perhaps not in the form and shape you had sought but in ways and manners that will deem as good to ones life though its content may appear as beyond one’s immediate comprehension.


No wonder it is said that the night is darker before the break of dawn; just at the verge of resigning to the arms of disappointment, here comes a ray of hope with the glad tidings of the time and blessings to come!


Intense prayer, unwavering patience, timeless perseverance, above all the faith in the Universal Master Scheme is perhaps the answer to the questions of life! When the going gets tough, the tough keeps not just going, but kneels in submission, to mobilize the resources around us, for the universe to conspire and make our dream come true, or to give us the enlightenment of what is right to dream that in achieving that dream I become contented.


What a painting life is, that each single stroke creates a different shape that makes it beautiful than how it was a moment before!!




In search of that thing called… March 1, 2013

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More often, the best of joy in my life has derived from the many little moments that are so warm and worthy; they didn’t unfold under the crystal chandeliers and breathtaking designs of laser beams in the grandeur of a ball-room or with a guard-of-honour, but were the simple moments carved out of the simple events of normal days and nights.

They are the moments when I kneel down to hug my little girl as she come with her little complaints of her sister; there is an inexpressible joy in listening to her broken sentences attempting to express the series of events that apparently made her little life miserable!

They are moments like when I watch my daughters sleep… Huh! Have you experienced the feeling as you watch your little ones go through a dream in their sleep! Watch them sleep; looking at their face that you may have not looked so close for weeks or months! Often times I wish to enter their minds to see why they smiled, or to see who they are playing with, the gestures of their eyebrows or fingers indicating some conversation!

These are the simple inexpensive but priceless moments through which I often felt the ultimate joy of living, and often feel nostalgic when I look back..through the path travelled.

I regret the nights when I stayed back in the office or remained busy with trivia’s that then appeared as significant– the one or two additional hours that didn’t change the world – and missed the chance of reading them a story, or putting them to sleep…or simply to be beside them and run my fingers on their forehead while listening to them tell me their stories of the day, as they slowly slip to the warm embrace of sleep…

Simple joy, I realize, is in the presence of, and our contribution to, an unabridged life of the living beings around us, whether it is about tending the plants in the garden or spending a moment to mend a broken care; it’s closer than we thought we can reach, and nearer than the distance we readied ourselves to travel!

Attaining simple joy, I realize, often doesn’t require crossing continents, or digesting libraries of Cambridge or Alexandria; it may just be at an arm’s length, standing disguised, for us to notice, and the language it requires is one that most of us are born with – the language of empathy.


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