WARM SHADES

Ma 

" You come, I'm just waiting for you." The words hammer these days in my mind, not because of her helplessness to see me next to her but because distance has distanced us enough to even let me go and hug my ailing mother and say consoling words of warmth to remove her insecurity where she thinks that every one would leave her because she is on bed, ailing and losing her memory, mixing words and moving in past and present to and fro.

 Her deteriorated abstract thinking and disorientation to time and space has given her, her childhood stage back. The stage of seeking everyone's attention, obstinacy, weird communication and blabbering. Her all sacrifice as a wife, mother and even other relation has all lost its value. All that is important is her present state-Fearsome, insecure and chaotic. Is this what for we spend our life dedicating and committing to our family, profession and social circle? 

She is lucky to have her kids tightly  clung to her in spite of distance, professional demands and family requirements. Her one painful cry is immediately reacted to with soft words and at times with angry words just like with a small child any elder behaves on his in genuine demands or stubborn behavior. My heart cries to see my tree whose shade I am, withering and drying.

Ma who sacrificed all through her life to see her kids rise and grow from all point of views, still is sacrificing her desire to see her daughter staying miles and miles away and sacrificing her wish to walk to places, sacrificing her slumber over some unknown fear, her beauty for wrinkles, her sanity for ambiguity and her communication for faded and bygone unreachable memories. Alas! her luck for unlucky situation in which shes now...Dementia.

 All around the globe there might be innumerable daughters and sons who might relate this situation as theirs. The pain is same. The tears are same-Saline and transparent, feelings are same-very abstruse and inexpiable, situation is same-clueless and out of reach to handle and yet very different in intensity and control. The very word " Ma" takes all pain away and wipes all tears and controls all uncontrollable and unreachable situations and feelings, even if she herself is declining in managing all these. That's the strength of the word "Ma" which shades us from this storm.

"Ma" is the complete cosmos in itself. "Ma" is the essence of our existence and survival." Ma" is one religion in all religions. " Ma" is one word of infinite words.

'Ma" is only love amongst all hate and " Ma" is the only creator among destroyers. Ma is just Ma-The creator of our little world. 

Sangeeta Sharma

 

Reflections

Why Arguments?

Sometimes we are in a situation where we have to establish our point of view through arguments not because we feel other is trying to demean us but because we feel what we know and have expertise over is taken other way around by the person.We feel our dignity immediately come in defensive mode and there starts exchange of words which gradually changes into heated arguments.

Argument...Literally means exchange of views esp. heatedly plus for or against the reason. Its a hard fact that everybody is entitled to have his or her views.It's his or her right of expression; the fundamental right. Trouble walks in when we meet someone having difference of opinion.The other person thinks his point of view is right and actually it must be as he has got the solid reasons for arguing for his motion. 
Problem is not to be firm with one's own opinion but uneasiness starts when we condemn other's point of view and forgetting about our own. That is the root of an issue. If we have control and grip on our point of view and if we are sure of what we treasure as knowledge than we'll not argue with others.I can illustrate it with an example. There's an apple tree and if some moron comes and starts claiming it to be a mango tree, will it be? It will remain an apple tree no matter what people say, think or throw at it.
If we understand this simple "argument" our communication with people will get simplified. We'll start smiling at the onset of such situations where arguments will take place. 
Saying "no comments" or simply walk out of the situation is not a cowardice but wisdom. After all "Speech is silver and Silence is gold." And glitter of gold can't be argued upon.
When we allow other person present his point of view with acceptance,

question of argument will never arise. I'm what I am. You are what you are. Adding or subtracting with the help of words will not define us, but how we react surely will.
Choice is entirely yours.You want to be you or be what others want you to be .Ball is in your court always.

Sangeeta Sharma

SOUL TALKS

BABY STEPS TO ELEVATOR
He held the mike for the first time in his hands with his heart pumping very fast and his all concentration centered in his inhibition and self doubt. He assimilated all his oratory powers and gave the best speech ever in the school, for which he still owes and feel gratitude for his motivating and inspiring Hindi teacher, Mrs. Ruchika, who gave him chance to showcase his potential. After that there's no looking back for him. He has traveled baby steps to elevator to reach the zenith.


Making was not so easy. He too stumbled many a times when he didn't get support of circumstances and people. Even his own zeal deceited him while eyeing the fish eye. Than his tongue became his best friend. In odds his golden words hugged him like a mentor. His passion of addressing held the  fingers of his determination like a mother giving warm protection to her child. He  started walking steady and with wisdom.

When home had no roof, warmth had no cosines, friends' trust was merely a mistrust and love of relatives had lost its colors, he decided to empower his strength to be the best. Yes, he is the best.....applauded everyone when he visited Pakistan for international MUN event. Thunderous applaud perched in his pigmy compassionate chest when he started preparing, mentoring and organizing MUN event in his own school , where he had first looked straight into those 1600 eyes and hypnotized everyone including some who were not very sure of he being he. 

In the times when his besties had opposed him and mocked him, he got shattered and felt alone, life kept balance for him to walk with self trust. He started planning running to flying.There in his shell the caterpillar started taking its metamorphosis into butterfly. Like an elephant he started walking very subtle and not paying any heed to words of discouragement in his ears. The only point he was seeing was his success in the world of orators.  

He wants to be rich not because he wants to have treasure but because he wants his sister to be a doctor and wants to be in that abandoned house which he left to be what he is now and wants to be in future. He dreams to house all happiness and joy for his family from whom he's been away ever since  he was 12. Tiny innocent child still is alive in his hopes, though he grew so old and mature in his childhood. 

Amrit Khatri, a student of Ramjas college might not be a name for so many but those who know him know that he is going to write his story of success page  by page and one day a complete book to read for others to name him in their appreciations and in vouching him for shining through his struggle.

He has a long way to go and he is covering the distance with stick of his optimism, positivity and passion. Time anticipates his glint from baby steps to elevator. He is holding the pen of his story to put a full stop and he knows when that would be.

We, all his well wishers, offer him nothing but our smiles straight from our hearts. Smiles that mean encouragement and trust in his abilities and the feel that we are proud of him.                      

Amrit: Nectar.......Live unto thy name....Timeless, boundless and Immortal.



Sangeeta Sharma

WARM SHADES

"DO FARE AND WELL"

Farewell speeches are generally impromptu for me , but this very morning when I had my pen in my hand and a piece of paper ,I could not control the ink  to bleed  few lines  for my special batch , which I would like to read.

The word 'Farewell' for me has different meaning than just biding adieu to my class XII students. " Fare" is the word which has been taken from the ancient usage of "the word "faran" which means "to journey", hence I wish you all to journey well and do everything in your life with your fare attitude, I also wish you to fly high and run like river. 

It may be "farewell" to some, but for me, you being my pilot-batch in Indonesia, have ink-blotted a permanent mark of rememberance and memories in the diary of my memory.

Its worth mentioning that, that place right in front of your class-room, where you have spent time smiling, giggling, chirping, whispering ,discussing along with class XI students and creating sweet noise, is leaving us, the teachers a happy highway to explore innocence and unbiased nature of kids , and for your juniors you are leaving behind values of sharing, caring and work hard attitude, as legacy.Invaluable treasure!

Remember kids, big things come in small packages and you are live examples for me, as I know four or five years to come you all shine bright as doctors, engineers, architects and bureaucrats etc.and would make your alma mater wear the crown of pride in its alumni association.

Laziness is common to human nature. It means no harm provided you make it " Constructive laziness". Remember Newton was lazying out under a tree when an apple had fallen on his head and he discovered gravity. So buzz word for all board aspirants is: do lazy out but with a book in hand and concepts repetition in your mind. Lazy out with your pen as your teddy.

My pen won't stop giving you more of instructions and guidance but paucity of time demands me to put full stop to my words.

To conclude, I just want to wish you all the luck and may you bask in the glory of your success.

Sangeeta Sharma

 SOUL TALKS
"That was, that is....."

 At the threshold she was sitting shedding tears explaining her story..." That was, that is....".  
Tiny steps stepped her into beautiful and person of intelligence and wit. Her physical strength talked deceptive of her caliber though.Her lean and lanky appearance hid her rosy world somewhere at the corner of her mind dreaming about someone to explore and excavate. She wanted to be chased. That was she.
Her silence shouted many times to people she adored, admired and worshiped even, but shouting words  were unheard ironically. Her mute world spoke thousand non-verbal words but to get deaf ears , blind eyes and stony feelings. Her smile every time danced on someone's heart but to have a slip at last. Her vulnerability was her most strengthened weakness. Yet somewhere in her light of hope kept its flame kindled. Her tears mirrored her reflections.
She vowed to be unsolved mystery, a maze and unanswered riddle to her own world of words.She mastered her agonies to simplify her anguish to fill in the void of her life. To smile she started shedding tears and to shed tears she smiled in guise.Every step she took was measured in inches, meters and kilometers, as she thought to be cautious and worldly perfect. 
 Her yawns even started getting translated along with her tearful of smiles. Her strength became her weakness and dropped her at the fork. Every inch of distance she travels now perspires her to recognize every face in disguise, every word in manipulation and every praise under evil tongue. Somewhere deep beneath her subconscious mind still lives an angel of faith guiding her through her silent tears.
As she knows now " That was, that is.......". She wants to be chased for not chasing life of roses and all that appears to be so beautiful outwardly.
Now her shadow shades her vulnerability and follows her with her tears in her eyes.........sighs of deep contemplation and all that has made " That was, that is......."

Sangeeta Sharma

SOUL TALKS

TIk Tok TICK

Tik tok tik tok..... The needles of minutes, seconds and hours in the examination hall define all your preparations for the exam. The all ' I have prepared" hovers around in your mind and on your face during writing your paper, may be not to you but to the invigilator for sure. 

One at the last bench is eating her nails, other one is writing his paper confidently and taking extra sheets one after another, perplexed look on one face and frown on other, one pondering deep and other not writing at all, one looking in vacuum and trying to get answer from mate by looking into his/her paper, these are the gestures that I have been watching in my students for past 15 years of my teaching experience during invigilation. Every facial expression narrated a story to me, the story of unsaid words of their unconscious minds.

Every preparation shapes our various emotions and feelings and that reflects in our tasks or actions. What is the capsule to avoid pain of stress and struggle during examination? Good preparation is the only answer we all know but before preparations we need one most important analysis that is SWOT analysis. Although its a management tool for managers , but every year I ask my students to follow it religiously for their upcoming board exams.

Its like thermometer and stethoscope for a doctor. You need an objective mind and genuine friend to help you do your SWOT analysis at some interval of time which you decide for yourself , say every third day or weekly.

Identify your strengths in preparing yourself for exams, for example you have good rote memorization power, cash it to memorize everything which is important and unavoidable, say periodic table in chemistry, than comes recognizing your weaknesses which your buddy can tell you better, say you can't concentrate and mugging up is all time problem with you, after you get to know those find solution for the same. For instance mnemonics can help you remember certain facts or rules but don't try in everything.....remember BODMAS,VIBGYOR? You still remember it, isn't it?

  Opportunities of grasping new and updated facts and content should not be missed out, for that you must be attentive in your class to listen to the teachers attentively and by using your chat time with friends at any social site for discussing relevant and important things than gossiping about friend's latest gadget or Hollywood actor/actress. Last but not the least are threats. They are ticking time bombs; diffuse them by anticipating and taking preventive actions. For example procastination and lethargy can be avoided by planning according to time table you have set for yourself. Let not snowball roll down to be bigger in size.

You can avoid all your anxieties, nervousness and stress by ticking the tik tok right.

Happy and tik tok tick preparations for your board exams.

Sangeeta Sharma

 

Soul Talks
Incessant Desires Sporadic Grants

Human desires are like perennial rivulets, surging ad infinitum from its source to mouth of mortal life. During its course these desires shape its visage as per our needs and resources available,hither to overlooking the hindrances it meets during its flow. Relationship of our desires and sources of getting it fulfilled is like rule of demand and supply but with a difference in rule. There's always more demand but supply is always less.
Where to put full stop to these everlasting desires in abundance? Question to contemplate on but ironically mortals have excuses to exercise it, ranging from needs to no control on its velocity and intensity. I personally believe, we human beings are brim bags of control and power to keep a tight rein on our desires, and that to as per sporadic grants.
It might reminds us of famous idiom, " Cut Coat According To Cloth." But desires are not cloth like that we can tailor it into our size coat. They travel from nowhere to somewhere, take different forms and turn easy in accessibility, after all they don't cost you anything but your peace and your deteriorated approach to come grips with. Ah! does that mean we flout its adverse impact on us? Instead we need to dam its flow and current.
Dam of comprehending our limits to desire and banking these desires is must, evidently precaution and stringent action must be lined up or else ruinous loss is sure shot. Question that hammers us is, " How?" How to what comes by exercising control over our unlimited desires for which have limited grants.
Think big but not that big that squeezes our efforts of attaining and fulfilling it.  Meet targets but not at the cost of shunting your goals. Compare but not the success but hardships born by the achiever. Contemplate but not to sleep away its focus. Compete not with others but with your own pace at different levels. Limit but not to limit your positivism to pull off it.Learn but not to ignore it. Sustain but not to own it or obsess with it.Pass but to discover it and realize it. Desire but not to ignore its grant. Love but not to be blinding on reality.Dream but don't dream impossible.

"Dreaming should not dream away your dream of becoming dream of others." Have you started desiring it? All the luck.

Sangeeta Sharma

SOUL SEARCH

Translation Of Life

Life is escalation of everything we have, desire, need or yearnings. It has no minus theory. It only multiplies everything we accrual from it and for it. From the growth of tiny seed underneath earth to clouds formation , everything is offered to us in cornucopia.Life in its credence is as light as happiness and in its meaning as  heavy as burden.
All our joys are product of smiling at life and accepting it with its all burdens smilingly. If we learn that simple rule of existence in our lives we get away with pain and stress of bearing its burden.This way we have nothing to loose we have just moments and time to cherish. We lament over loss of life of our dear one , separation, hardships, struggle, stress and ordeals that Life offers us resulting in creation of vacuum, minus feelings and gaps. Are these unanswered or riddled?
 Every maze has a key to break it open so has all the gaps to get filled and vacuum to be filled with positive smiling attitude. Its not convoluted rather its as easy as one plus one equals to two. No matter how hard hit its meaning to taste is, in carrying its just a quill which we carry with our hands of positive mindedness and strong will power. We have power  of perception  and the power of willingness within us to lessen its load. There's no question whose answer is not known and there's no riddle whose solution is not there and life has all the answers to all our questions within it.
Sun rays brighten the surroundings so does moon though it shines in the night, we shed  tears when we bear pain , so are they shed when we are ecstatic, the same knife which is used to kill someone is also used to save patient's life , some people are angels in your life, but the same person can be a demon for someone else. Its how we need to eye life.
Life horns us at all its signals, all we need to do is to obey it and follow it. Those signals crossed will cause accident, that too fatal one. Of course we as drivers are leading our route as our own masters but rules of driving life is entirely our own translation of it. And life in translation is all beautiful, romantic, loving, constructive and subtle. Thats why it has no minus formula. Agree? Hold it tight and don't let it slip by, drink it till the lees .

Sangeeta Sharma

    

THIRD EYE
Love Perfect

Comes voice so swift in hues
of love, 
to undo past sour and tough
to breath, live, ecstatic and firm.
Eyes of perception mind of faith
that walks whispers to run
that feels tears to vanish
that smiles sadness of her life.

The blink so insightful
The touch of untouched
yearns saving and engraving
intense and passionate laddering 
of two beings unified in one.

Healer of lacerated soul
pinnace of life and love
for burking all that that was harrowing
to her body, mind and soul.
Love attired in human form
or her soulmate earthborn?

Love loving imperfect perfect
giving it language of silent surrender
arms of wonder
heart of passion
feet of freedom
from all that was excruciating and troublesome.
and mind to travel distance of distant yet a savior
to spring in her life unsung music so musical.


Sangeeta Sharma
 

Third Eye

Then it got captured.......   

Walked it leisurely in the temple of learning

Much was the hue and cry

scaled body hopped in rescue and in fright

Its forked tongue came in action of sight

I in amazement clicked and recorded in mind

Looked dragon like with brownish green suffice

Long tailed toothless beast of woods

amongst the most horrified

didn't know its plight.

Writhing crawling curves touched the soil
Ah! To get vanished in soil
monarch of its land
became captive in mortal hands
Its powers all arrested in gather
to take it and gulp in manner.

some opened the popping pupil of eyes
some talked of the species venom and lives
Some directing, some concealed watching the bright
I ran to capture it in my machine of light
Oh!  Light became its dungeon dark
never it knew it'd be captivated when
stroll of unknown will it ply.
Its long snake like face wrapped around
legs and hands too in brown
Making it victim of transient frowns
Yes! it got captured and bound
But everybody same and alike
only it was which lost its life.


Sangeeta Sharma

INNER VOICE
ELASTIC EMOTIONS CONCRETE INTELLECT

Emotions are spontaneous arousal of strong feelings of love, care, hate, fear, surprise and many more. The more subjective and valence our reactions the more is intensity, stimulation , pleasure or aversion is.They effect the whole cosmic process of our cognition, physical expressions, neurological process and tendency of desire or action.Emotions stay in our conscious as well as subconscious mind, so to say in our intellect as well as our logical mind. Reach depends on the ability of controlling power of human beings. Precisely emotional outbursts vary from person to person. The more sensitiveness cater to heightened emotions whereas tied up feelings, snubbed feelings and caged feelings doesn't find easy purse in our system. Do we need to train ourselves to be demonstrative of our emotions? Big question.
Answer is concealed in our perceptive and volitional mind. Yes, our Intellect.Emotions are submissive babies with lots of elasticity. They make their way through odds also. That's why we are preached to smile even in pain and brave the situations threatening us. Emotions are as flexible and effortless as elastic. We don't need to teacher them rather we must let them bloom like sprinkling fountain of all our feelings.
Intellectual brain is made up of our will and of our feel. Its all what we call wisdom, mental calibre of range, accuracy, problem solving capacity, logical faculties and above all judiciousness. When it combats with emotions and sentiments it concretes them to let its cognitive approach win. Intellects are concrete. They stop our flexibility and mar our natural impulses. Again the question arises Do we guide intellect to be flexible? Obvious question.
No, will be concrete answer to this question and we are not tangible existences, we have powers to stipulate our wise judgements mixed with feel for others benefit. When we learn to become successful in our life the efforts we are not devoid of feelings of dedication, willingness, patience and happiness. Elastic emotions get concreted in our system of intellect.

Rationalize your inner self with fusion of atomic blast of feelings and perception, soft sentiments with wisdom and above all elastic stretch with concrete blend . Take care of right proportion otherwise they spill out of brim.

SANGEETA SHARMA

SOUL TALKS

Horizon

Down there on the edge of sea

lie all my quivering desires deep

glints it outwardly to darken my inside

whispering inaudible reach of sighs.

Mingling with unreachable in reach

Of cravings feelings and thoughts deep

casting its spread to eternity

yet not part of whole sovereignity.

Views the eye of mind

that shuts the cosmos in find

Oh! I want to fly

With cut wings and connections high

Till the horizon of thy life

Alas! bleeding jibe of strife

 strings my want to thy wise sight.

Sangeeta Sharma

 

 

 

 

 

WARM SHADES

Child is the Father of Man

Children are giggles of our lives and epitomize innocence, love and tenderness. Many of us think and write about how to educate our children the best so that they navigate better future as excellent leaders and persons, but amazingly they have the magical powers to be our best teachers. I experienced the same recently during my Bali excursion.

Advay, walking talking angel of 1 year and ten months  updated my outdated childhood. During the journey to Bali his flawless smile removed all our exertion and his own language of some hinter land bridged his world with our world of communication. His twinkling eyes with that glint brightened our day and made many unwanted and troublesome worries take a back seat. We were his age, oblivion to diplomatic and manipulative world of adults. Moment that I seized to cease all my squirmy struggling thoughts. The impact is still travelling.

His puckish calling " Ma'am...." still echoes in my mind as it has coined his blether as so meaningful that I find a miss with best orators even. His kingly amble legged our curiosity and interest in the world so serene. At the time of lows also he taught me to recuperate quickly and throw smile to the spectators of our voyage of life, after all halts just become past as soon as we leave them and go on with all new of us.

"Child is the Father of Man", rightly said by William Wordsworth. Small child gave me lesson of life to be child like and to be free of all the manacles which stop us to be what we are......The child within us keep taking birth to face the world so hard.

Advay tutored me to child everything which comes as obnoxious  monster in our lives......the best lesson I learnt for my life.

Sangeeta Sharma

SOUL TALKS
 
 When Start Started

Phoenix is a mythical bird which cyclically regenerates itself. It reproduces itself from the ashes of its predecessors. Might the question hammering many intellects why mention of phoenix for this scribble of my pen.
 For me we are all like phoenix notwithstanding  our being into shackles of kindred.Nevertheless we all are individuals with our own self, being and presence. Precisely  we all too are phoenix. If we comprehend this perhaps many of our troubles would take a back seat. If we all know to regain and reborn from our set of ordeals, existence of stress, heart burns and even ailments (Although not all but some) will be of minimal birth. Seems ambiguous, right?
Time offers us many damages in our life and I am no great not to face that. At the outset the broken pieces of my aspirations from people and situations mirrored my dying soul. Was that the end of everything? No, infact it was the start of gathering all broken pieces into one whole, my real meaning of subsistence . Everything initiated like birth of a sapling, so beautiful, magnificent, unsullied, tender and luxuriant.
I reproduced myself from my ashes of traumas, distress and miseries. Were those dead organisms really required to make me or spoil me? No. the power lies within all of us. Power to be phoenix in our lives. Don't bury it and whiz it out and mingle with dust and ashes. Remember the core fact....life takes birth from dust and gets back to dust only, the dust of start is the start.
No looking back to anything that is short lived or was superfluous ,give a peep instead into pores of dust to grow crop of hope to harvest life. This new shoot can brave any storm of life as it knows its roots are in dust and not in the sky. Deeply sowed and intact roots will grow in you a person so strong and mighty. Phoenix of you start the start to get started, if you trust yourself and your worth arrows of worldly sufferings will pinch you needle point only.
Start gathering the ashes of your injuries and be a phoenix to help yourself not to recycle your miseries and misfortunes.

SANGEETA SHARMA

Stress: How to Combat
Stress stretches its reach from mind to heart. Usually people with vulnerable disposition are prone to stress.That doesn't mean people with strong will power can't suffer from it, of course ratio varies, intensity differs and also its magnitude. 
Past many days I have talked to many people who are in look out of ways to relieve themselves from stress. The easy accessible choice is meditation, diversion and avoidance of food, people and situations that stress us out.The question is , is it really feasible to follow these suggestions religiously, as your mind gets tresses of stress curtaining your power to combat it.
I would not suggest you to eat healthy and not to take lot of caffeine, walk, talk, divert or meditate. Not at all. You are already bewildered, can't remain at calm than how would you follow these.So, what's the solution?
Stress junks your thinking mind and increases your emotions of heart burn, overthinking and impulsive attitude. The best way is to cash all these negatives of stress by making them positive. Hmmmm! I can sense line of doubt on your temple and mode of interrogation and inquiry. How a devil can be an angel? Right?  In the following  passage I am going to share the tact of making devil of outcomes of stress  in angel of combating it.
When we are stressed first sign is over thinking. Over thinking is good ,use it as stress reliever pill. Keep thinking about the thing troubling you till you go saturated and exhausted and finally want to have a sound sleep. Sleep keeps us away from having negative thoughts. Make sure you sleep in peaceful room where you don't have the noise or disturbance of any sort.
Sleeplessness is another problem of stress. Even after exerting yourself mentally you won't feel like sleeping start physical exertion.....not exercising......do which is constructive for you like cooking, cleaning your wardrobe, dusting, mopping and for that matter even washing clothes . It will not only occupy you in things easy to do but will give you space for yourself to keep yourself away from disinterestedness which is one of the aftereffects of stress.
Become a chatter box, stay close to people you trust and socialise with like minded people.Talking about your problem will find you some solution as you are not in a state who can think wise. Trustworthy people are not only all ears to your problems but they offer solace to you. Their aura helps you combat stress.
Eat what you like. All of us our sensitized people , we know what to consume and how to consume in balanced way even if we are ailing. Isn't it? Pamper yourself with things that delights you. Buy yourself new attire, cosmetic, wallet or anything you want. Budgeting comes automatic when you are stressed.
Don't stay alone ever. It makes you feel segregated and different than rest of the people. Don't avoid a laughter rather arrange for something which is comical, funny and even absurd. How about cartoon watching or reading Tin Tin cartoon magazine . Yes, reading doesn't limits you with your age and knowledge. You can read anything anytime. Moreover these types of things don't require focus and concentration.
Above all, don't let your foggy mind dominate your rational mind as than only you'll be able to do all these things. Must be thinking that its not in control, but trust me during stress we have everything under our control because we are dedicating our whole thought process to one problem only.All we have to remember is " This is the time to take best out of the situation". 
You never know after the phase of stress you discover or invent something which gets you recognition and stress free life.

SANGEETA SHARMA

People May Come People May Go
 While reading the poem " Brook" by Robert Frost, the refrain " Men may come men may go,I'll go on forever", caught my subconscious instinct to relate it to the world around me. There the pen in my hand started flowing with the world of expressions in my mind.
We meet different people in different guises in our lives. Some come as friends forever, some as soul mates, some as passers by, some as acquaintance and some who can't be named or defined. Have you ever pondered what their presence mean in our life? 
Every person who gives a long or short visit in our life has something to teach us, no matter it is diabolic side of their personality.
Seize the time of warm relations, as they are hard to find. We blindfold ourselves to some people's compassionate nature as we take them for granted. We find them easily available to all our odds and emerge as walking stick during our handicap and to sustain in time of crucial hours. Back of our mind we box them for not to open.Our ignorance settles dust around these boxes which we never try to clean or even explore. Those who come as temptations in the form of money, glamour and pretensions occupy our energies. Alas! We let the diamond slip by and treasure coal.
Most of us under power and pelf's shine tend to be under the spell of dubious presence around us, forgetting there are some who pray for us, bless us and think good for our well being constantly. Important is not to box out these people but important is not to box them at all otherwise we'll dwell in the phase of not recognizing the worth of these people who are rare species. Such people are highly emotional and sentimental, sensitive and affectionate and any injuries or damage to their dignity closes the doors of their being in your life again.
Its high time we expand our treasure of such people as others are easy come in our lives and unwelcome too but good people are not uninvited guests. They love their dignity and above all have high esteem.
 People may come and people may go but remember what they do for you remains perennial.

Sangeeta Sharma

SOUL TALKS

Fear smiling on proposal
Walks are not normal to my routine but whenever I have want to find myself I want to be in the company of nature. Headphones in my ear and plodding at the track, here I go. The confidence on my face has but a fearful face. Yes, I fear real people around me with their dubious and zero expression faces.
Music has medicinal impact on an injured soul so, with music of my taste I make my walk very interesting and enjoyable. At times I go so engrossed listening to my best songs that things, people and everything else go lost from my sight and mind. I start meditating music, but yesterday had something different to offer to me.
While walking on the track I felt somebody's constant and still gaze on me though I didn't see anyone but I sensed it. Thanks to sixth sense gifted to women. Obvious uneasiness and fear of real people dominated my thought process. I confirmed of wearing no precious jewellery and continued. Anticipation was the next step...should I go back home or continue with my routine one hour walk...what if somebody tries robbing me of my expensive phone? Series of apprehensions cropped up in my mind but I kept erasing them and continued with my walk. I started looking around thinking it could be just my hallucination as I fear real people but my heart came in my hand as there  was no one in the park except me, some stray dogs , trees, benches and a guy sitting on one of side benches in the park.
"I must go back home" , I heard my own voice commanding me, as it was already 7: 50 p.m and that too February month.Teaching my kids that greatest fear is to fear itself and finding myself in the same situation made me strengthen all by myself to continue my walk without fearing that chap who was constantly fixing his eyes on me.I decided to give the angry looks back to him so that he must know I was fearless. I felt my effort was in vain, as he seemed to be unaffected.
To my surprise I found him moving a bit to other side of the seat. I kept walking with sunken heart as  I wanted to combat my fear of real people.He moved his arm as if was searching for something under the seat my heart beat rose and head started throbbing of self invited danger," but after all it is residential area and he can't do anything" , I contemplated.  From nowhere power of facing the situation with courage increased my determination to continue with my walk. He stood and started walking towards me with long steps my immediate reflex was that I picked a stone and kept walking and he started running towards my direction.I started walking faster towards the gate of the park so that if any odd he would try I would yell and call people around. I found that he was running and coming closer, hardly at one hand distance he was when I raised my hand to hit him with the stone in my hand but he crossed me and hugged a girl who was standing just at my right hand side near thick bushes, partially hiding herself. My hand raised up in throwing stone pose,  immediately took an exercise position to get over the embarrassment. 
I heard him saying to the girl, "See, I found you even in dark now say yes to my proposal." By this time I was out of the gates of the park but heard their giggles . Fear smiled inside me and said, "Wow! What a cute proposal."
Fear made me experience 10 minutes of terror washed away in one minute of beautiful feelings of these couple.

Sangeeta Sharma

SOUL TALKS

When I Die

When I die don't you cry
the tears so false and dry
be fair in your desires so wry
smile that is only thing you try
Don't you cry when I die.

When I die don't you cry
remembering promises which you never complied
words you said but never applied
feelings you showed but hidden contempt inside
Don't you cry when I die.

When I die don't you cry
for things you did which never went by and by
in times dire and in "why" 
for actions not meant grow high
Don't you cry when I die.

When I die don't you cry
bitter wrapped in sweetness defy
seeing pain but turn a blind eye
kept quiet as not shy
Don't you cry when I die.

When I die don't you cry
For letting me a part of sky
For all the sours peek fly
for what you were not but standby
Don't you cry when I die.

Instead let all masks unmasked
to see others soul embarked
to let not rest die demarked
to let not rest die demarked.


Sangeeta Sharma

 

Soul Talks
Brain of Brainless

" From where are you coming so late?", asked me an unmarried girl of around 27 or 28 years old, who is patient of neurodevelopment disorder ( with IQ below 70). The girl with unkempt boy cut hair, little masculine stature, around 5 feet 3 inches with a squint in an eye stays in my neighborhood. Her usual routine includes taking an empty vessel in her hand and roam around in the streets of our area.
December month was hectic for me because of professional demands and for two days I was coming back late from school, around 9:30 or10:00 in the night, which of course is unusual. Such bizarre routine is no stress for my family members, as its quite seldom and moreover its pre informed. Indeed the girl's query was little surprising for me. I still told her about school function because of which school timings got changed for few days, though heart of heart I was thinking why I was answering her as she was incapable of comprehending the situation. Next day again I got late as there was heavy traffic jam on the roads and it was raining too. To my surprise she was sitting at the protruded cemented platform near my house and that too in rain of December month. Now it was my turn to ask her why she was sitting at that odd hour and in that bad weather outside. She answered with her child like smile that she was waiting for me to come as I told her the previous day about my coming late the very next day as well. This unnoticed girl won my heart and I felt bad for getting scared of her initially. The brainless has caring mind. Some tears of concern came in my eyes. I asked her to go home as I was back but she was not convinced. She asked about my son who was alone at home. I was just awestruck with her caring interrogations. She kept asking about various other things about school, and I kept answering her with interest. She bid goodbye and I kept watching her till she was inside the gates of her house.
Now every morning when I wait for my friend to pick me up for school at around 7 10,when thick fog surrounds the trees, roads and houses and its 4 degrees temperature ,this girl comes around and keeps talking to me from her problem of swelled face, her taking medicine and inquiry about my upcoming winter vacation. The brainless with her tiny brainy inquisitive mind has made me ponder deep about people in your so called cosy world who has intellects but they go dump headed when it comes to show affection, care, concern and few words of empathy. They don't even ask about your well being even you tell them you were not well or you were hospitalized.Instead they would bring some past irrelevant situation in picture or anything else which would make you also drift apart. Alas! The world of brains has brained itself to brainlessness.... So Ironical.

Sangeeta Sharma

Photography Courtesy PP Photography.
Warm Shades
"The beginning"
"Check Mate", said my 13 year old son to me giggling and rejoicing his victory in the game of chess. No doubt it was my victorious defeat. His smile cured me of all my heartaches, emotional set backs and traumas.The beginning has been piloted.It is said that present should not be armoured on past but strangely our past has cemented our enthusiasm to fight the battle of life to support the theory of survival for the fittest and of sustainability.
Past...time when his life was breathing on machines and all so called warm relations started showing their true colors then perceptive eye blinked, not to be opened to see coarseness but the breathing life and blossoming hope.
That every prick of needle in his flesh was an eraser of all that what was superficial and deceptive.That every swallowed fear empowered me to be what I was not...stronger and bolder....that every doctor's warnings against his life clutched me tight enough to connect my heart to his ,my hopeful mind to his and my soul to his. The 14 kg part of my flesh fought life for life to give me life...the cause of my very existence.
Tears were soaked, smiles were worn to see glimpses of smile even when he was announced to be guest of few days by the doctors.The diabolic disease stung our fear but not our faith in the powers of almighty, the one who gifted me his life as my reward...my only cause of existence.
Those who were guests and had temporary tenants of relations bid us farewell and left us,  thinking darkness would blindfold us to be existent, to be known or to be named as The Survivors. Alas! Their mission is unaccomplished, as here my reflection, my replica sits infront of me and defeats me in game of chess and comes home with title" best orator", fading away all that is bygone.
New beginning shines through branches of life and I see those tiny new and fresh leaves in life....where is then space for rusted past? Nowhere , as it never was a part of our story...my story and my son's story.

THERE FAR OFF NEAR THE LASHES OF PRESENT STAYS ONE DROPLET OF TEAR OF THANKS TO TIME WHICH TAUGHT BOTH OF US REAL MEANING OF LIFE.
Yes, the beginning that would never come to an end.

Sangeeta Sharma