Sunday, September 25, 2016

She's not just a pretty face

She's not just a pretty face,
To brighten up your day,
She's not just a pretty face,
To laugh with and have your way,
She's not just a pretty face ,
To massage your ego and pass your time,
She's not just a pretty face,
To be the background tune in your rhyme.

You thought you could undermine her might,
Because of your limited short sight,
But such is the power of truth and light,
She is destined to touch new heights.

You say women are equal,
Yet you belittle her worth,
You demean her efforts and sweat,
When you associate success to her gender at first.

You're wired to think that a woman be shy,
Despite being in an era where she's taught to ask why,
You're wired to think that if she drinks, she'll fall all over the place,
Despite being in an era where women have capacity to overtake you in the rat race,
You're wired to think she can either be one thing or be another,
Despite being an era where she's trained to be a daughter, friend, employee and mother.

The next time you downplay a woman calling her just a pretty face,
Remember to first match up with the challenges in her days,
She's not just living up to the years she was educated,
She's also fighting a silent battle to ensure she's celebrated,
Remember she's not just a pretty face but a little bit of pretty all,
Remember she's not just a pretty face but an epitome of something that rises higher each time she falls.

* She's Not Just a Pretty Face *

~ Madhusha Dash


Sunday, June 26, 2016

Eureka!

Life is pretty good these days.

Like, the weather is awesome.
Like, my balcony garden is full of blooms.
Like, my golden retriever is the best in the world.

Ermmm... Wondering what the point is?

The point is that- the other day I reached office and was cribbing about something ( as usual!!) when a colleague turned to look at me baffled and said, "Why you crib like this? New car you got, you should be happy.Always crying."

I stopped and thought about it. Indeed! Yes. I'd got a new car and should have been pretty damn excited about it because it kind of fits into the kind of a car I always wanted to own. But here I was! Cribbing about some stupid office related issue. How many of us spoil our peace of mind over petty issues in life? Back-biting, power games and politics, these are part and parcel of life as we grow older. Losing mind over it is stupidity. Nah?

I am (and have always been) the types who learn their lesson only after getting kicked on their butt a couple of times by life(and people). Sometimes , I wish I was smarter and could just learn looking at the experience others have but nay! The kick on the butt is indispensable for me. The good thing is that it makes it easier to barf out words when I want to write a blog post.So, its okay.

Anway.

Tell me, when was the last time you were REALLY disconnected from things that were going wrong in life. I mean, when was the last time you chose to plug in your headphones and cut the crap around you? Instead of straining your ears to eavesdrop into what others are scheming, simply zoning into your own world is so much better! When I was younger, I had a zone of my own where I fenced most people out and only let a special few in. It made me recluse, distant and very-very lost. But you know what? It made a me a happier person. You know why? Its because in my world - my imagination was my closest ally. The good things in life were glamorized and I used to strive to make a difference to things that bothered me.

I look back at my 24 year old self and feel she did a much better job at living a purposeful life than what I'm doing today. She was bloody awesome at appreciating the good things in life and wishing for better things unlike the 29 year old me, today, who just takes everything for granted. The more I get, the more I want. Its a vicious cycle that never ends. Its like drifting into a space of perpetual greed and unpleasant-ness(Fine, that's not word? Okay, but you get the point right?)

That casual remark by my colleague was like a Eureka for me! If at 29, a special moment like buying a car doesn't excite me enough, god only knows what my 35 year old version would be.Would I turn into an old grouch who spews venom every time she speaks?Who constantly carps about every small thing that goes wrong?* It frightened me* Has anybody else felt the same heavy weight in recent past? The weight of losing sight of everything positive because somehow, some cavity seems to be larger than the spaces that are full of colors. The chase to fill that cavity becomes so consuming that the gifts you possess seem pale.

I've lost countless good vibes and people in my endeavor to get the perfect treatment, perfect outcomes and perfect reactions.Every time things got perfect, there was something more perfect to look out for. Every time people faltered the tiniest bit, I made an anthill out of a mole. The times i should have plugged in my head phones, listened to music and zoned out of  negative thoughts- I gave them fertilizer by discussing them more and giving them a chance to breed. I forgot, these thoughts are like weeds that spread at the blink of an eye. And before you know- voila! it infests your entire mind space.

So here I am, on a cloudy windy night, sitting near my balcony full of beautiful flowers, a handsome husband sleeping next to me, a warm golden retriever cuddled near my toes and a stream of words back in my life- giving me insurmountable joy, as I type into my keyboard.

I just found back something really important that I'd lost- Gratitude for the good things in life :)

"Happiness is a choice, not a result. Nothing will make you happy until you choose to be happy. No person will make you happy unless you decide to be happy. Your happiness will not come to you, it will come from you."- Ralph Martson

Sunday, January 31, 2016

The Real you to write my story

Bare your soul and decode the puzzle
Give me the piece that completes the fuzzle
Take off the facade and stop being gory
I need the real you to write my story
 
This journey multi-dimensional of you and me
Come out of the shadows and set the secret free,
The road we're walking is not all hunky dory,
Because I need a part of you to write my story
 
A vision that fades when I open my eyes,
Get lady luck by my side in this game of dice,
When we care two hoots then why to worry
I need a part of you to write my story
In a parallel plane board the carrier and meet for a while
Be merry, crazy, drink wine and walk together for a few miles
Lets walk in leisure and recreate the lost glory,
I need the real you to write my story.

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Journeys..

A moment of revelation,
She saw through the mask,
Sand castles crumbled,
The wave of realization brought in a flood of dark.
Laughter turned into cacophony,
Betrayal at every step and turn,
Companions departed,she sat and mourned.

Clouds of Melancholy cast a gloom so dense,
Pained she cocooned, shut doors to cleanse.
Yet blessings made way through little cracks
The torch bearers-they gave her love and light,
From cradle to the journey so far,
Infuse in her manifold might.

Shaken faith, bitter memories,
She tried to walk away but the good souls refused to leave her side,
Held on till she found the strength to further stride,
Lady luck-Beautiful and kind,
Gifted her with some peace of mind,
She rose in the glory of her awakening
With new rigor and zest for life
The year that went past made her real and alive.