THE POEM CALLED LIFE

Death is such a scary thing Especially when it happens around you One of our clients passed away two days back There have been many deaths in the last few months They were all equally shocking So sudden I cannot console any person who has lost a loved one I don't believe in such consolations The loss is a loss and nobody can live the same after the loss Ps. Death is something only humans have to deal with...Why God Why?

However much we try to to be independent there are times when we need somebody. True. But in my case there's more to it. I am not the independent type. I have been brought up to be very dependent. I am still the laughing stock of many of my friends because I need to go through a whole range of 'sanctions' before I can do anything. Sometimes it is irritating when you think " Hey I am 30+ and still need to inform people on what I want to do and am doing." No not sometimes...lately I have been thinking about this most of the time.But I don't have the drive to break free. Its rather comfortable when you have people around whom you can blame your decisions or inabilities on. That's exactly what stops me from being independent. I do envy people who work around doing all they want to and much much more. I realise that I can be one of them very easily if and only if I break the strong self constructed cage I have put myself into.Initially this cage was created

I just read a friend's blog about feeling unsettled. I feel very much the same. Except that she was settled but felt that there was something more she needed to do and I am totally unsettled in every angle that exists. Home front : We are still looking out for an apartment. With so many requirements in mind its impossible to get one. We vacated our flat last week and dumped all our stuff at Amma's place. Office front: Haven't been doing much of good work lately. Everything I do is either pending approval, gets scrapped or is totally wrong. I have been getting frowns and complaints from all sides. Health front: Put on oodles of weight. The discomforts that come with the flab are taking over my once energetic life.I remain a silent spectator,my mouth filled with food always. Clutter here, Clutter there, Clutter Clutter Everywhere! Ps. Wonder where to start ?? *A totally confused me  

Parents -Kids In western countries children are independent even before they finish their primary education. They earn and support themselves at a very early age. They move out or the parents request them to move out of the house and find their own place when they are 18. Why doesn't this happen in India? Here the parents plan for their child's future and save for the kids. They live their whole lives building their child's future.Is this right? My Opinion - The western trend is good in a way.But there should not be any alienation. I feel the child has to be independent but has to grow up within the network of the family bonds. The concept of the family must not be lost.The parents need to understand to live their life to the fullest so that they don't expect too much from their children and vice versa. Family System Ages ago when families were large the joint family system did work. The wives maintained the home and children while the husbands worked and managed

All Aflame Preetham and the whole of his territory was being tormented by the fiercely shining cruel summer sun. As he stood there gazing at the source of discomfort he pulled out his arsenal one by one. It was going to be a tough day.   He knew his administrative center would be sweltering but it was his childhood blaze to be a ruler. His region may have been minuscule but what mattered was the power he possessed. The authority he held. He was proud to be who he was and it showed in his apparel and his mannerisms. The well maintained moustache he often fiddled with when he caught an offender contrasted his receding hairline that exposed his glaring scalp. His crown offered some cosmetic balance. One wondered whether his expansive limbs made his tummy seem fuller than full or the restrictive paunch made his limbs look overworked.              If it was not for him, his jurisdiction would be in total chaos. Everyday he directed his wards on how and when they were to proceed to t

Kasthuri Bhai The door bell rang as I expected it to at half past eleven. I lay there on my bed unsurprised by the new entrant into my overcrowded room. The day was almost half done but my mundane chores remained undone. She was preparing for the next thirty minutes of fun. At least that’s what she called it. While her concoction was being warmed she changed from her vivid attire to a rather uninteresting costume. In the meantime I reluctantly undressed myself baring my over sized engraved self to the chilly breeze that managed to gush through the door that let her in. She banged the door shut and barged towards me with her potion. Drawing her hands together she bowed before me. For any other person the whole procedure might be relaxing but for me it was an ordeal. She made it a point to plait all my muscles and weave my nerves. Her hands caressed every single atom I was composed of. She proved her years of practice on my flesh. I was happy when she splashed boiling