Sands of Time

It just seems like yesterday, that You, I met,
You feel the same too, I know I can bet.
How years passed by, I dont know my darling,
Its just like a dream fading away, with every good morning.

Late night talks and rides on the bike,
We enjoyed, we loved, we did everything of the like.
A visit to the temple, or shopping at the mall,
Wherever we went, we had such a ball..

Today, at the station I froze, looking at the train,
Letting you go my baby, was such a huge pain,
Was just telling myself, 'Its all destiny bound',
When I got your call, asking me to turn around.

How could I say bye, how could I speak,
For tears in my eyes, were about to take a peek.
To the end of the road , did I walk along,
How I wish I could, for a little more long.

Amongst your friends, I felt so lost,
Everybody bidding you bye, with time flying so fast..
All I then had, was just one appeal,
Just a moment with you, i wanted to steal.

Before I realised, the whistle had been blown,
Everyone holding on, to seats of their own.
We couldn't shake hands, but sweety thats fine,
My eyes understood yours, and yours knew mine.

At the church my dear, after you left,
Was promised your safety, when before god I knelt..
Sat by my window, thinking of you,
All I knew, was how much I missed you.

I so wish, it was less than years,
That my saddened heart , I got to nurse.
If for each day, away from you, that's passing,
It would be one day close, to together, of our being.


Be loved,
Chandana C.Shekar

p.s.- If I had to choose a poem of mine closest to my heart, it would be this one for sure.

Full Moon Promise

Walking the way, along the beach
My hand in yours, gave me so much of bliss.
Was it the moonlight?, or the sparkle in your eyes?,
That made the scenario, feel so very nice.

Wonder I did, from where the stars came?
And if actually each were, spelling out a name.
Moved around them, the clouds at their own pace,
With the cold winds, giving the earth, a warm embrace.

It felt amazing, to sit next to you,
And gaze at the moon, full of white hue.
With my hand in yours, looking into my eyes,
Stunned was I, when you said your lines.

"One year into wedlock, you've given my life, so much glee,
Forgive me if I've ever hurt you, is today, my only plea.
To my life my baby, you've been such a boon,
Will love you forever and ever, I swear by the moon".

Was so pleased, that I just couldn't speak,
Nothing more than this, Could I ever ever seek..
Much more than a hug, more than a kiss,
I had just then got, my 'Full Moon Promise'.



Loads of love,
Chandana C. Shekar

The Reason..

The world's asleep, but I'm wide awake
Thoughts of mine, are having their own take.
Why did all this happen, why to me?
For what mistake am I. paying the fee?

     My heart skips a beat honey, even now, for you
     Yet You and I turning Us, forever remains due.
     Got you to believe, on you did I cheat
     Its for your good did I, get the act neat.

For your love-bound eyes, life with me seemed nice
But you couldn't see honey, things you had to sacrifice.
I know you would give it up , with all your heart
But you deserve to have all that, every single part.

I know I'd be your family, you'd take my surname
But why lose your present one, just for the same?
You'd choose me over them, given a choice any day
Yet that hollow in your life, would forever and ever stay.

 

 I took you for a ride, is what for now, you believe

That's enough for me, from your heart, to take leave.

For breaking your heart, I shall take, all the accuse

I just didn't want you at the crossroad, having to choose.

Until next time,

Chandana C. Shekar

Dream of life... A story.

Hey everybody, Hope you'll doing fair and fine. Well, this is a story I wrote a year ago. Had featured on N-zine then. Just re-posting it here on my space now..

Dream Of Life
 

There it was, right in front of her. She had aspired for it since she was a ten year old kid. Two more months, and she was gonna live it! The admission notification from the University of Duke, North Carolina, USA was in her very own hands! Megha, a young doctor,a fighter by default, knew that Duke would be the only place where she would train to become a Surgeon. 'To become a Doctor' was never her dream. "To become a Surgeon at 'The Duke'" was always what she had dreamt of. That had driven her through all her exams and all her grades, ever since school.

Megha, was from an upper middle class educated family. Her parents had got her everything she wanted. Everything she could probably have. But admission to the University of Duke, that too for General Surgery, was far from imagination. She realized this only after entering Medical College. Her parents couldn't do anything for her. Neither would Letters of Recommendations from India work nor would any money. She would be considered a Foreign Medical Graduate and she needed the highest scores and hell a lot of research papers and publications in medical journals. Her classmates said that she was being foolish that she was trying for this. She was told to shift to another university or another branch. Duke was the USA Top 4 after all! But Megha knew what she wanted. She had nurtured the dream since the time she had visited the University on a trip when she was just in class 5, and she wouldn't let go of it now. She knew this was all she had to do to make herself and her parents happy. This was their only purpose of living, and she trusted herself. She believed in her dream.

One fine day, while picking up a book at the library, Megha bumped into somebody. Somebody, who she felt was the most handsome guy in the world. Preet. A senior of two years. Silence ruled as though they were paying due respect to the library rules! Little did Megha know then, that Preet had felt the same way she did! College days passed by, two hearts and souls met. And as in all love stories, Megha and Preet never realised.

Visits to the malls and movies, those late night talks and rides on the bikes, smiles and tears, Megha and Preet had everything between them as every other couple would. The only difference was that they never thought about the future. Not even when they said "I love you for life". Megha cleared the Step one of the USMLE exam in her second year of college itself. She knew there was no turning back now.She had two more Steps to clear the exam, and she would even kill for it. Three more years of blissful love, Megha and Preet were the happiest couple their college ever saw. Preet got a Radio diagnosis post graduation admission in a prestigious institution in Delhi. All of a sudden it dawned on Megha that he would live in India for the rest of his life! What would she do in America? But Preet saw through her. He knew the depth of her dream. And he knew he wouldn't let that get shattered. Not for anything. He had then said, 'I shall take care of it. You don't worry." That was enough for her. She trusted him.

Megha strived hard. 'Duke' meant the world to her now. Nevertheless, she lost hope on quite a few occasions. She was backed up by Preet every single time she went low. She used to be back on her feet when he used to say, "Don't let anybody stamp on you. Not even yourself". She knew he was her back-bone and was more than glad to have him in his life. She gave all her exams, attended interviews and sat at home with fingers crossed. She was tired. She had done everything she could. She was sure nobody else would be more eligible than her. Be it research papers or scores or clinical skills.

And this day, this moment, when "The University of Duke" had sent a letter asking her to join in, the first phone call she made had made her smile vanish into thin air.

"Why can't you try USMLE? You're not particular about any university, so you can get into anything you get. And you sure will get into a good one!".

"It's not that Megha. My parents can't afford the expense. I can't burden myself with so much of a loan. Plus, I like the lifestyle back in India and I can't leave my parents behind."

"Preet, why didn't you tell me all this then?I would have tried to..."


"Don't Megha...I loved you. And I wouldn't let your dream get shattered. Not for anything in this world!"


"I dreamt of living with you too. Come on,don't you know that I love you?!!"


"Honey, In order to gain something in life, you ought to lose something"

Silence prevailed. It spoke for itself. Both of them understood what was being said. She went weak in her knees. She felt helpless, and hopeless too.

She was still on the phone when she heard "Hurraayyy!!!" from behind her. It was her family and friends. Everyone important to her was present there, except for Preet. Cheering her for the "Big day", it was then. There were smiles on everybody's face, tears of joy in her parents' eyes. She was hugged and blessed and congratulated. There was a cake for her to cut, champagne to open, and a huge banner which read, "Congratulations girl, for achieving the only dream you ever dreamt!"

"My only dream?". She stood there. Unable to live the moment she had dreamt for, more than the number of times she had even blinked.

 

Until next time,

Chandana C. Shekar

That innocent Val day..

February!! Everybody thinks of Love when it comes to this month!! Everybody knows what the 14th of Feb is. Love is in the air. Gals who are always complaining mellow down. Guys take time out for their gals even between the World Cup schedule. Archies and Hallmark shops blush to red and shoppers fill in. I have regularly shopped for the Feb 14th since I was seven years old. Nah, don't raise your eyebrows!! That was for my sister's birthday which is on the same date. You people na!Prototype thinkers!! Uff!! ;-)

But yeah, not to deny, Val day happens to everyone when in high school or college or a little bit later. One or the person comes up and one or the other gift comes up. Whatever unique or personalised or expensive gifts people buy, I always remember the first Val day gift I had exchanged.

I was in Class 4. On Val day eve, I was out with my elder brother and his friends. They were talking about what gift a guy had bought for the next day. The curious me asked them as to what they were talking about. They said that he had a bought a gift for his friend and people do that on that day. So, basically I understood it as friendship day! Those were the days when I used to have a huge collection of different kinds of pencils. We weren't allowed to use pens until the next grade.So it was just pencils and pencils. So anytime a friend had a birthday, the gift that person would get from me would be a couple of nice pencils. So I went home, gift wrapped a couple of pencils into two packs and gave it to two friends on the next day! And to top it, I 'enlightened' them too about the 'occasion' and hence, received return gifts from them the next day, which was again, pencils!!

Years passed and I got the 'actual' enlightenment about Val day. Flowers came, gifts came, wishes came. But I'll never forget that Val day. It was innocence celebrating friendship. Even while writing this post, that Val day memory brings a smile on my face.And I guess that's all that matters .

Well, Val day may be about your spouse and blah blah, but its just celebrating love in general. And love exists in every single relationship. Be it the one you have with God or with your dog. So go on, celebrate love. I agree that Love is to be loved all the time, but this is one month to celebrate it. Maybe we can call it, the 'Carnival of Love'. :)

Cheers..
Until next time,
Chandana C. Shekar

Ouch..

February's around the corner. Everything will turn luvvy-duvvy red then. Everybody'll know one thing for sure then-love! Everybody expect their proposals get accepted. Love does indeed seem to be in the air. Since it's Jan yet ,I thought how about a 'just miss' at love?. Here it goes... ;-)

Ouch..

Eyes saw an image, Heart missed a beat,
Was something I felt, which would never repeat.
Instantly did I know, he was the special someone,
For in me, I felt then, bliss, anxiety and fun.

Long had it been, that I had stopped imagining,
No inspiration did I have, to do any penning.
A spur of a moment, did it take now,
For words to form phrases, I don't know how.

Smitten by him, was I very much that day,
So much I'd say, that words can't say.
Never in two decades, had I, this way felt,
One smile of his, and my heart would melt.

He's the one I thought , for now, ever and always,
Fate failed I guess, for him, I did not entice.
To him, I thought, would I never bid adieu,
But dreams just shattered, when I realised...
He was my Best Friend's Beau.

p.s.- The last time I showed this to a friend, he asked me who that best friend of mine was. So here's the disclaimer- this is a work of pure fiction!!

p.p.s- 100 followers on my blog now ..yayy!! :-)

Until next time,
Love,
Chandana C. Shekar

Slap-up Thoughts #18

This post's a bit long for my 'Slap-up Thoughts' norm.

In my previous post, I had talked about these pages with one-liners that you 'Like' on facebook. Came across one more. It said, "I trusted you, my mistake.". Well, I have a different opinion here.

I trusted you. That's the norm and basis of a relationship. You knew I trusted you, and you let me do it. You knew you would break it one day and you knew that would hurt me. You could have told me that you weren't worth it and I wouldn't have trusted you. So it's your mistake. Maybe you are stone hearted, maybe you were having fun, maybe the gene in you functions that way. Yet, all that is 'you'. So whatever happened, was 'your' mistake.

Until next time,
Chandana C. Shekar

Slap-up thoughts #14

"Love is a song that never ends. It's just us, who stop dancing."

Cheers,
Chandana C. Shekar

Slap-up thoughts #13

"Falling for a wrong person isn't a mistake. But choosing to stick on for a lifetime is a crime, against yourself."

Was at a discussion forum a couple of months ago. The topic of discussion for that day was arranged marriage v/s love marriage. Obviously, the older citizens were arguing for arranged marriages and the youth differed from them. Then, this happened..

Uncle: "If you people say love marriages are safe, then why is that the divorce rates have gone high nowadays? It was never this high in our days when the majority were arranged marriages."
A friend: "That's because we atleast have the guts to walk out of unhappy marriages. And we are proud of it."

Very well said. Some conversation came up today, and reminded me of this. Relationships..Uff!!

p.s.- After reading the comments that followed, I'm changing the term 'unhappy marriages' in the line above to 'unhappy relationships'. Because that was what was actually on my mind when I put up this post. The quote from the debate was just to go with the thought . :)

Cheers,
Chandana C. Shekar

Your Smile..

That lucky day,
When you gave me a smile;
It took my breath away,
As far as a mile.

Those words of yours,
Which melted me hon;
As though I was just ice,
And you were the sun.

With all your love,
And all your care;
I just don't know,
How time flew away.

When I almost thought,
You were really mine;
You shared your life,
With another woman.

I thought and thought,
What do i do??
It was no more 'us',
Just 'me' and 'you'.

I was ready to accept,
That you will never be mine;
But you ruined it all,
When you smiled at me again.

Yours,
Chandana C. Shekar

Slap-up Thoughts #12

"Its fine if you wanna walk out of somebody's life. Just make sure you don't leave questions behind".

Until next time,
Chandana C. Shekar

My Write-up's On An e-magazine :)

Hello everyone :) I'm really flattered that you people keep track of the posts on my blog. And I'm extra flattered that you guys are kind enough to post comments :) . Feels really great. Now, let me take you to another blog. Oops!! An e-magazine actually. It's called N-zine. The No Nonsense N-tertainment magazine. It's second edition is out and I'm lucky enough to be a a wee-tiny part of it. They had a theme this time for their magazine and it was 'Dreams'. I wrote a story :). And it feels great to see my write-up elsewhere than my blog :).

Well people, please do have a read and keep the bouquets and brickbats coming. The story is at 'Dream of Life'.

Guess what? There is this intro about me and the other contributors also! That feels so much red-carpet. ;)

And finally, This is one magazine which is the output of pure passion for writing and nothing else. It's been close to the heart of the editors out there and there are really nice write-ups which are surely worth a read. If you're browsing the net, check http://www.n-zine.com/ n I'm sure it will be long before you switch to any other site.


P.s.- I dedicate this story to two people I very closely know. M and G. Love you both :)

Party hard this weekend people!!

Cheers,
Chandana C. Shekar

Within The Ambit Of My Heart's Plea

In conversation was I, on the phone, with you
Hours passed by, but something, as always remained due.
Miles apart, but touch wood, not torn apart
Of my life, you're still everything, not just a part.

You whispered something, and a broad smile, was on my face
To witness this rarity, even time, slowed its pace.
Little words of yours hon, give me so much glee
Let this remain forever, is my only, and only plea.

Now in my room, I sit, thinking of you
At the mirror ahead I glance, and I see, something very new.
The same eyes, hadn't I seen?, since two decades?
But why today, do they say?, I may soon need bridesmaids?

Some chords, I hear, of a very familiar sort
Played from a piano, as though, straight from my heart.
Few sweet lines, the other day, you sang to me
The same music, is what lingers on, whenever it be.

Waiting eagerly am I, for that one fine day
When "Happy Wedded Life", to us, people would say.
A bit more place, in your heart, I would then claim
And to mine, would be added, a part of your name.

Would have by then, gifted my life, to its only possible heir
Not asking for myself, of it, even a little bit of share.
Im only and only yours, for now, then, and forever
Just one appeal my dear, don't shatter the dream, ever.



p.s.1- People say that the period between engagement and wedding is a very nice period. But I have no idea dude! All I know is that I have a wedding to attend this week :-). My friend, adjacent register number at college, Bindu is gettin married day after. All the secrets and gossips, fights and parties,smiles and tears,..well, she is for sure the girl with whom I spent maximum time during classes, labs, clinicals and even more than half of internship. Can't belive she is already getting married!! With a PG seat in hand, madam is all set to get settled in life. Happy married life dear. Wish you all the happiness in the world. May all your dreams come true. :)

p.s.2- This work is a fiction. I don't intend to get married in the next couple of years atleast :)

Cheers,
Chandana C. Shekar

Slap-up thoughts #9

"Never cry for someone who dumped you. The next one may fall for your smile" :) -Mac West

Have a nice weekend,
Chandana C. Shekar

Slap-up thoughts #5

"Someone, someday will walk into your life, and make you realise....why it never worked with anyone else."

Not my own creation though,
Chandana C.Shekar

My First Take At Story Writing :-) :-)

To,
 Dr.Priya Raghavan
G-3, Gayathri Apartments,
Basavanagudi, B'lore.

.. read the address written on an envelope in her mailbox. Priya instantly recognised the handwriting. Her heart missed a beat. She wanted to open the mail right there; but managed to get to her apartment , so that she could read it in peace. She knew she would go weak in her knees after reading it. She always did, whenever it was anything from 'him'. Sharath , the only guy, whom she had ever allowed access to her life, a long 3 years ago. The only guy, she loved more than love. The only guy, to whom she had given more rights over her, than to herself. The only guy , who was synonymous with the world for her. That one person, who she trusted more than she trusted God. The only one ,who had managed to stay on her mind, heart and soul 24*7, even though he was miles away.

She opened the letter, her eyes already filled with tears of joy. It had been two months since he had called or even written to her. She never questioned it, because she could not. He worked with Merchant Navy. He was sailing. She couldn't call him on the ship's satellite phone.She did not have an address to write to. Her e-mails had bounced back, and she had no idea as to why. Yet, yet, yet, she had no complaints. She trusted him. She convinced herself that he is busy somewhere. She wished nothing had gone wrong with him..... And as she opened the letter, there it was,... the words, in black, on white,...

"Hey Priya, I'm sorry to say this. I don't mean to make things turn ugly, but.. we need to break-up! Can't give you explainations now. But trust me, this is how it was supposed to end. Sorry again. Take care -  Sharath".

Blank.. blank.. blank... Priya's tears of joy took less than a second to dry out. They also failed to come out of her eyes. She was shocked, awestruck, numb.. She couldn't believe this was reality. How could this happen to her? She had never sensed anything of this sort coming her way. He, among all people on earth couldn't have done this to her. How could he see her hurt? How could he leave so many questions unanswered? How could it be so easy for him? Just two lines and everything over? Had he even thought what would happen of her? How could it be fine when they were not together? Why this? Why her? Why now? She was supposed to go home to her parents that week, and she planned to talk to them about him. And now this? All the Hows and Whys swept through her mind like a hurricane. She sat there, as immobile as a stone, staring into nowhere.

Three days passed. She sat in her living room, staring at the newspapers at her door, which she hadn't bothered pick up. Her colleague called to tell her that her Professor was really mad at her for staying absent without a notice. She knew that would come. Being a Post Graduate student in Medicine, when she had patients under her care, emergencies to handle and a lot more duties, she just couldn't stay away from hospital like this. Not without assigning somebody else to handle her duties. She had got leave for only 4 days for her sister's wedding too. And that was starting tomorrow! She knew she was in trouble. But nothing seemed worst than what had happened to her. She had lost her 'everything'. Life itself had come to a stand still. What would she do after becoming a physician? All her dreams of the future were associated with him. And now, how could she live life with his slot empty?

Just as she thought of that, 'Sindhu' blinked on her phone. Her elder sister was calling . "Hey Munni, when are coming home? I'm waiting for  you to come and apply mehendi for me. You know that I'm not getting it done at any parlour right? Come soon da!". .. Priya thought for a second and said, "Yeah, almost leaving". Sindhu was getting married. Unlike Priya, Sindhu always wanted to get into an arranged marriage, to see her parents happily bid good bye to her, and then, open up her life for the person, who the world thought suited best for her. Love for her, was too risky. Whenever Sindhu had said this, Priya always thought to herself, 'My love isn't risky. It's bliss'. Priya couldn't let her sorrow ruin Sindhu's wedding celebration. She packed her bags, and left,...for home... for Chennai.

Two days later, the D-day finally arrived. Priya had never seen Sindhu as happy as she was now. She wondered if she herself could ever ever be this way. She hated it when people said, 'So priya, you are the next one in line!".It made her heart bleed again and again. She helped the bride get ready, to look her best. Sindhu looked gorgeous, the perfect bride -happy, smiling, calm, anxious and shy. Priya felt really happy for her. She said, "Akka, sometimes in life, we fail to understand the value of  people who are always there for us. We never wonder what would happen of us if not for them. I just can't think of being what I am, if you weren't in my life. Sorry for the times that I hurt you. And Thanks for all the times when you lost, just to make me win. Thanks for everything. I love you". Sindhu's eyes were moist. Her little kiddo sister had grown up. The same girl, who she had taught rhymes to, was giving speeches now!. They hugged each other. They realised that they loved each other a lot lot more than they themselves knew.

"Munni, the Groom's arrived...get the aarthi thaali", Priya's mom shouted from the across the hall. Priya flashed a smile and went to welcome the Groom and his family. She hurried to the entrance,and there, ... she froze.

She remembered telling Sharath on the phone, 6 months ago, "I'm so dying to see you honey, that when I finally will, I'm sure the ground will slip off my feet".. And it happened. Right then. Right there.

Her 'akka' was getting married to 'her' Sharath!! She recalled not hearing to anything abour Sindhu's fiance, and not seeing the snap Sindhu had mailed her. She had then teasingly said, "Let there be some excitement and mystery. I shall see the 'arranged-marriage-hero'on the big day itself". Sharath knew that Sindhu had a sister called Munni. He hadn't even vaguely imagined that Priya and Munni could be the same. Maybe the once-in-a-fortnight, 15-minute-conversations on the satellite phone,that he and Priya had, never gave them enough time to talk about anything other than the love they cherished.

Priya had always taken everything from Sindhu. From parents, to clothes, to books, to dolls, to nail colours. And now, Sindhu had forver taken from her, the only thing that she truely wanted, the only thing that was solely 'hers'.

A week ago, after readin that letter, Priya had thought that she had lost everything in life... But now she realised, she had some more to lose,.... and she lost that too.

Yours truly,

Chandana C. Shekar

p.s. 1- My First time at story writing. Maybe it went a bit longer for a short story.Hope you enjoyed reading. I'm dying for feedback. Do comment. Bouquets and Brickbats most welcome :)

p.s. 2- And yeah, my creativity is tired after writing this story, and it's taking a nap. So, suggestions for the Title welcome too :)

p.s 3.- I love the last picture, It's my fav since months :). It speaks a lot.

Cheers :)

Chandana

Slap-up Thoughts #2

"When you can't force somebody to love you, you can neither force somebody not to love you"



Chandana C. Shekar

A thought again...

Some Relationships exist..
They don't have a name, but yet exist..
The two people involved cherish it, and they exist..
Filled with love and affection, they exist..
The world never understands, but yet they exist.
Those relationships exist... to end ofcourse..


Just like that,
Chandana C. Shekar

Random Thoughts Of An Idle Mind

I have so many thoughts running on my mind since today morning. It happens when you sit idle I guess. After all, an idle mind is a devil's workshop right? When too many things are on your mind, you just can't write in detail about one thing, can you? Atleast I can't. Can't put my grey mater to work on one particular topic to put up my views on it. But yeah, I'm so restless today that I wanna pen down something here, my very own space in the blogosphere. Maybe I would feel a bit light after that! I hope so atleast!

Well, I saw a picture on my friend Divya's phone. I've put it up here. Felt it's true. When you've truly loved somebody, come what may, you can never ever stop loving that person. Can just stop showing somebody you love, but that doesn't mean you can stop loving him/her. When you hear a romantic song, or see a couple walk hand in hand , when you want a shoulder to lean on to, or even when you wanna call up somebody and shout with joy that you cracked the toughest exam in the country, you will end up remembering only that person. You will invariably end up sighing, 'How I wish...'. Even if you haven't seen that person since ages, even if things had gone really ugly between you both, even if you know for sure that he/she made a joke out of your feelings, even if that person was very mean to you, you would just end up counting on the good times spent and all the other things would be just negated. And yeah, just the same way, I strongly feel, when you hate somebody, come what may, you would any day hate that person. How much ever you try not to, if you really hate that person, you can just avoid that person, but never forgive and forget the ugly things that would have happened to you because of that person.This especially holds true when you're a very friendly person and in you're whole life time, you would genuinely hate only one or two people for the harm caused to you. Well, I feel so.

I was watching a movie the other day. There was one line in the movie which said , "Some love stories are not great epic novels, but short stories. But it doesn't mean to say that they are less filled with love". Very true. Sometimes, you listen to the tragic love stories and your eyes get wet. And the people who have lived those stories, well, whoever they would live with later on, their heart would still miss a beat for the old fling.A sigh will surely get out.Nobody can ever forget their 'ex'. Just like how a first date can never be perfect, a first crush or first love, many a times may never materialize. But it never fails to stay on in your memory until you go to grave.

There is one more thing on my mind. I feel, decisions are hard to make. They really are. When finally made, with a lot of difficulty and courage and help from others too, if in case those decisions turn out to be the wrong ones, well, it would curb you even more. Let alone repenting it for your life, the next time you have to make an important one, you're gonna be shit scared. Just hope a nervous breakdown doesn't happen!!

I framed my Grad day photo and put it on my study table. Reason? Well, just that I felt I looked good for a change!! Lolz. But since the past few hours since I did that, I spotted my Mom going and having a look at it like some six times!! I realised one thing. Whatever it is, whoever you find in life, friends, boyfriends, colleagues , etc etc,... nobody will ever cherish you like your parents. They may not show. Maybe because they spend all their time doing the responsibilities they ought to and finally have no time to show you how much they love you. But they love you the most in the world. Nobody can ever be proud of you more than them. Whether you are Kennedy or Princess Diana or Kalam or Julia Roberts or the useless yourself, they will still feel proud of you. Glad god created parents :)

Used to love being jobless once upon a time. And now, I guess that's the thing I hate the most. I've been so khaali since morning that I have kinda checked the clock almost every fifteen minutes. I know I gotta study, but for reasons best known to me, I just am not able to do that. I need an angel to help me now I guess!!

Well, this is called 'random scribbling'. No organisation, no second thougts, just what's on my mind. Maybe this is what is called 'restlessness'.!!

Until next time,
Chandana C. Shekar

A message with a meaning

One of my friend sent me a message the other day. It said,

"In life, only 3 things matter the most...
How fully you lived,
How deeply you loved, and
How well you learnt to let go of things not meant for you".

Very true indeed!! How long you lived is not what matters. How well you lived is what matters. The world should remember you for what you were, even after you're gone.

'Love', that's one thing I always and always believed in. It is the most beautiful thing that can happen to anybody. Be it between anybody and any relationship; when Love intervenes, the relationship would turn worthwhile. And Love, has to be given it's respect. No playing around. When you love, you 'ought' to do it with all your heart. No short cuts and adjustments there.

The last line out there, that's my fav. When something doesn't belong to you,... Well, practically speaking, that would be a fact that would be hard to digest. Especially if you're an Aries (coz I am) or a stubborn person, who just can't let go and just can't stop trying; well, you're having a bad time then!! There is nothing wrong in trying to keep it. But when it's not working, then best (not even better)is to let it go. Because when things are destined to end, if you let it go, it will atleast end on a good note. But in case you try holding on to it, things will turn ugly, and at the end, you are the one whose gonna get hurt. They would be no hope also left. And how much ever you try to correct it, it's not gonna make any difference. Nobody would look at your intentions. They would just look at your ways. So, any day, it's better to gracefully let things go. I agree that it's easier said than done. But , no other option right? In case you are still stubborn, all you can do to keep peace with your mind, is, to pray and hope. You never know, it might come back to you someday if it was really meant to be..And when you get something when you least expect it, well, what more ? :) And by the way, 'Hope' has always been the light of life right? :)

This message helped me a little bit when I was low for something. Putting it up here, hoping it would help somebody someday a wee bit atleast :)

P.S. - I tried editing the template of my blog, and now the layout is messed up. For those who wanna comment on this blog, the link is right next to the title of the post ( instead of being at the bottom), and is called 'had reaction'. Sorry for the inconvenience.Not able to figure out how to set it right :(

Cheers,
Chandana C. Shekar