The wilted rose

The wilted rose,
Yellow, it was, in its youth,
Now sits sad and withered,
Blackened petals,
Its charm, its youthful charm,
Robbed, depleted, lost.
Abandoned by human,
Embraced by wilderness,
Happy to be one with nature,
Feeling the touch of the soil,
Craving for heavenly drops from the sky,
The wilted rose, the yellow wilted rose,
Still holding on to life, beauty and its dying charm.

Her highness, Princess Shilpa

While reading of the prince Charles and queen Elizabeths, one can little know of what royalty feels like. But what I felt today, made me feel like a queen or rather a princess and to feel royal must be it.

My dad pulled out his wallet for some ten rupee notes. Just before putting it back he opened it again and showed it to Sumit, who seemed amused. What amused him, had to be shown to me too. And I saw, there sat my chubby pre teen photo in my dad's wallet smiling at everybody. Dad then said with so much pride, "this is my lucky photo". I didn't know of this, I didn't even know that dad had my photograph in his wallet. But it certainly made me feel special, very special. With all my faults and drawbacks, I still was lucky for him and found a place in his wallet. In this entire world with so many accomplished and not so accomplished people, I am lucky for dad beating all those numerous people. Amazing, I am so extraordinary for him and there I was feeling so low about being chubby (again) and for what I couldn't achieve. But I am special, very special for him. So with a deep breath...
I, The special,
I, The lucky,
I, The royalty,
I, The self proclaimed princess of my dad's world.
Yipee...

Happy Blog

Whenever I chance upon my former blog amsurvivor (was I?), it scares me. I
mean Was it me?

The dark and murky world...glum spilled all over. It has taken that long to
realise, accept and start afresh after 4 years.
This new blog idea occurred today while listening to 'Sadi Gali' from Tanu
weds Manu. Ya, imagine from the Linkin' Park, Creed, Pink Floyd to Mr.
Lehmber ( I find his first name intriguing). Not that I ditched Linkin'
Park but I do like loud and happy songs equally now. So it's actually not
thanks to Mr. Lehmber (wow, I like taking his name again and again) but
Sumit.

He's one of the most chilled out person (read man) I've come across.

I've learnt, from him, it's not worth taking matters so seriously. Issues
can be resolved without being serious about them.

I've learnt, to forgive, forget and move on. Live bloated in your ego and
you limit yourself. Connect with people without expecting or having
grudges. You have no control over what they think or say to you, but you
have control over having a good time with them.

I've learnt to have a good time, often. It's good to be energetic and
spontaneous. Listen to cheerful songs and dance. Look for interesting
places to go to. When you're down and out, try listening to a loud and an
up-beat song. It works well for me.

Don't be lonely. When lonely, make friends, call up a friend you haven't
spoken to in a long time.

Do not be so risk averse that you just end up analyzing everything and yes
do not be too analytical. Taking calculated risks is good at times.

Do not be critical of people or situations. You can't change either so
what's the point?

Stay positive as much as possible. It helps.

Pamper yourself, once in a while. Buy yourself something nice or get a
relaxing massage (ok he did not teach me that. I was inspired to learn that
myself but he doesn't mind)


On that note, I hope I can keep this blog alive and kicking.

Statutory Warning - Do not infer from the above blog that I wouldn't sulk
once in a while. Will try and keep it as lively as possible.