The Magic Compass

In the journey of life…

A moment…

Everything is picture perfect, the right blue with a tinge of orange in the sky,green leaves of grass swaying with the wind.A light drizzle begins in a minute,a rainbow slides down from behind those clouds,a flock of birds fly and you look up and smile.Your heart feels light and pray God to let the rains forever…

And seconds later…

The clouds are turning coal black, lightning strikes the ground and the thunder claps the air,birds refuse to move out of their nest,the grasses lie dead,you get that sinking feeling and pray God to stop the rains forever…

Aah!Being GOD is not easy!

Moments of confusion are these when we do not know what we have, what we want, what to pick,what to leave.He shows us many paths to walk on,gives us many choices to make and the greatest gift of all,he gives us a magic compass which gives us the power to dream…the strength to perceive…ourselves to believe…and a life to live…and where we go depends on how well and often we use this gift....

"The River of Life has no meaning,no good,no bad,no better,no worse,no love,no hate,no fear,no anger,no joy.The River of Life has no judgement,no expectation.The River of Life just IS"-Jonathan Lockwood Huie.

Regards

Raksha:)

Wishes Wild

A little world of green of my like,where with glee my heart can hike,

Streams which flow sparkling blue,rays of the sun to brace the hue

Stars that shine in the day sky, wings big that can make me fly,

Trees of hope on the earth to plant,a love to breathe for life a grant

Songs of  the birds that I can sing ,a change wee I desire to bring,

Jungles to live like the cubs wild, no fear for me is a nature’s child

A life full that brings cheers lot, many more fond wishes fill my pot,

My Lord knows me,them and all, his blessings reach before I call.

PS:
Calvin,
There is nothing more important than tomorrow:)...for today and always...here are a lines few to keep your spirits high and new...as always...sing along...All the best:)


Love
Tweety

ReWinD RuN

I oddly remember a day during my lower kindergarten,away from home [means away from Amma:)].Appa left me in a strange place,an alien planet to be precise,there was this teacher whose mischief monger son I shall never forget;she used to get him to the school and leave him wandering amidst his victims in the class.He finished our lunch boxes,scribbled on our books,pulled hair and troubles more.And I belonged to the elite category of his hostages always,it was the third day of school I guess,he came near my bag and pulled out my water bottle, poured all the water on my book right under my nose;laughing like a baby hyena he pulled my cheeks and left me red in anger,and the next day….

I was in a different school!Thanks to the tantrum I threw at home that evening and refused to go to the land of the hooligan again,and fortunately Appa  understood his daughter's plight owing to his umpteen transfers!After that there was never a day when I disliked going to school.Me was always a happy girl.Wherever I have landed year after year from kindergarten to high school,all the places are for those fond memories of life.

‘June 1^st’, a day other than our birthday when each one of us looked sparkling tidy and clean,thanks to this list-new school bag,new pencil box,new books,new class,new uniform,new shoes and well… old friends!!!

After those long summer holidays, a lot of us did frown and detest and so wished ‘Ah!God please let the fun stay around ’!Our prayers were heard every time,for we were given a place like home away from home,where we flew like birds in the boundless sky,where we learnt happiness doubles when we share,where we were made what we have become now.

A for Apple…B for…

2+2=

Baa Baa Black sheep…

Simple and easy they seem now but that was what our world was all about.Today we are sophisticated and smart and sadly life’s little pleasures are all spent!

Morning Assembly prayers,the National Anthem,the favorite teacher[first crush;)],the Miiissss and Maaaams,and the Saars,broken pencils,dirty erasers,ruled note books,first ink pen,ice creams and chocolates,PT periods,monthly tests,van uncles,book cricket and more cricket,height 6.10 weight 230 kg clash!!!Gang wars,lunch boxes,ribbons and ties,fake tummy aches, math tables,homework,cycle rides,India maps,public exams,punishments…oldest friends,life and more…nostalgia is all that remains with us.

All in the race,and we know not where we are going.Sometimes it is good to stop and turn around and look at those moments which never fail to make us smile!

So I wish....

-Raksha

PS: Post featured in Bangalore Mirror 14th June 2010