The Lama's peace

In todays world where love,peace and the sublimer aspects of life have taken a backseat and practically vanished,the Dalai Lama epitomizes love ande peace.His philosophy of life-that the only way to be happy is to make others happy-is indeed inspiring and hope it brings peace and tolerance among the people of all religions.

Someone waiting.....

I often wonder while sitting at the airport and watching people in the final moments of goodbyes or before their loved ones arrive,what they must be going through.They are pacing,looking anxiously at their watches, some with smiles on their face and some with anxiety...looking ,touching one another.The emotions are intense..I try and conjecture what they might be going through in their lives,how much love the lover or husband who is waiting for his wife has,or does he really have? The mother who has tears in her eyes and a sense of fear that whether her son who is going abroad will ever come back..or the expressions on the faces of exuberant parents awaiting the return of their son or daughter who are coming back after years..I see the powerful embrace the parents give to their son that they feel will always protect him till eternity and keep him unharmed.A mother holds her baby while kissing her husband goodbye..tears streaming down her face...I too have felt the same whenever i have to leave my husband and go somewhere..I just hate the goodbyes.. There are tears, smiles,regrets, pure delight ringing in the laughter of seeing someone who has been long gone. I remember the time when just a year after my marriage my kid brother had died and I met my family at the airport ,tears streaming down my face .I was inconsolable. Because of my tears everyone was looking at us but i didn't care.Somehow the emotion i felt was not out of place at the airport and moreover i didn't care. LIFE...needs to be important all the time.I wish all the people who go out for journeys have someone waiting for them and someone to see them of when they are going.I think of my little brother and wonder that if dying is a passage in which someone is there with you in your last moments, ready to hold your hand and embrace you...then i am no longer afraid....

Just something i read somewhere and I would like to share....

Attitude is more important than the past,than education,than money,than circumstances than what other people think or say or do.It is more important than appearance or skill.It will break a company,a friendship or a home. The remarkable thing is that we have a choice regarding the attitude that we will embrace for that day.We cannot change the past,nor can we change the fact that people will behave in a certain way.We cannot change the inevitable..the only thing we can do is play on the one and only thing that we have and that is our attitude.

Simple things sometimes make happy memories....

My husband and I are both very artisticly inclined and living in the lap of nature has given us immense opportunities to create something beautiful out of mundane inanimate objects. Living in the beautiful lush tea estates of assam, or in the wilderness of the coffee estates of Coorg in Karnataka.I still remember how he used to collectpieces of driftwood on his rounds on the estate n we used to be so excited while cleaning and then varnishing it.The end result would be a beautiful piece of decoration or a lamp.Once we had children they too joined in with us, we used to go down to the river on the bike and have a picnic by the riverside...and sometimes get lucky and find a beautiful piece embedded in the banks.Each time i look around my house i see that every piece has a story to tell and beautiful memories attached . It always brings a smile to my face...and more when guests who visit our home love them and marvel at the creations..

I Wonder Why.....???

I dont really know why i have started writing. But it sure gets my mind of certain things n makes my heart feel free...a sense of freedom which gives me certain kind of high i guess.Sometimes I wonder and ponder over the meaning and purpose of my existence.Sometimes i see no meaning in the lives of us humans..why are we in this world? When one day wel be back to what we were..DUST..as the William Shekespeare so rightly says.."Lifes but a walking shadow,a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage. And then is heard no more,it is a tale told by an idiot,full of sound and fury signifying nothing."

Few of my sketches n paintings(water colours)