Mind speak

I wandered lost, long enough Until I thought I found myself. It was a mirage, a trick well played, The road I thought had closed, the peace I thought  was made. From post to pole, from light to gloom, No stone unturned, no chance taken, You think you made it, you think you won, Only to realise you are mistaken.   The eye, it sees what your mind shows- The heart it feels what your soul speaks, Life, love and labour lost; Nothing gained at no cost! A dream I chased, a goal I found. Moving ahead in a new direction- Life doesn’t stop at that for sure It makes no promise, it doesn’t always assure!  

It’s happened to me so many times. When you bump into someone after a really long time what’s your first reaction? Unless it’s an enemy or someone you really can’t stand, I would say I would be delighted and excited. This someone maybe an old friend, an old neighbour, school mate, junior at college or just simply an acquaintance. I know I don’t have the best of memories ( in fact I sometimes feel like a 90 year old, for that’s how bad my memory is!) But my memory is good enough to recognize people I have known before and even recollect their names most of the times.  Unfortunately I can’t expect everyone to be like that. Many people seem to suffer from a terrible memory loss.  I mean, you join a new company and come across a class mate who also works there.  This person has spent 12 years of her school life with you.  She refuses to show any signs of knowing you! Even after speaking to her and reminding her of who you are, no luck. You often see people online. They are on your

There is something magical about a Friday. The very mention of that word makes you smile. It makes you feel lighter, makes you want to get up and dance, makes you want to go 'yipppeeeeee'!!! For me Friday means good news. It means I get to spend the weekend with my darling daughter and can get rid, for sometime at least,  of my guilt of not being there for her the whole week. It means a whole day at mom's place and a day of mom made food (yummy). It means a packed two days where all the shopping, cleaning, small errands, meeting friends, watching TV, sleeping late and a whole lot of other things are stuffed in to the extent that you feel 2 days of weekend is nothing at all. And how those two days fly off! Before you know it the weekend's gone and the dreaded Monday Blues set in. Sometimes I feel like Garfield. Besides being my favourite Cartoon Cat, he also suffers from this cute and really empathisable Monday Phobia. Enough is expressed about the Friday joy and the

Is it good to vent out your thoughts? Is it good to vent out your anger, your frustration and other such overpowering emotions? For me it's always never worked at the first instance. What I am mean is, the first time I let it out, it just vanishes into thin air, it disappears- like would an echo in the woods or a stone thrown in the river. They both create a tiny ripple that has no purpose, no sustainability, only to end in nothingness. Does it happen to everyone? How many of us are fortunate to have our emotions acknowledged? To be made to feel that it's OK to be insane once in a while? I think it works like a pressure cooker. The pressure goes on building until it's time to let out the steam. So also with me. I say it once, I try saying it again and then I just explode. Waiting to be heard, waiting to be told I am not alone. Do punching bags and stress busters really work? Can you get so angry that all the heat from it melts you into tears? I have seen that happen to me.

One of my favourite quotes goes like this-  We should be grateful to God that he doesn't answer all our prayers. Oh, so true! Sometimes when one of our prayers doesn't get answered we get angry with God. But then he has a reason for everything. A blessing denied may sometimes be a blessing in disguise. We often get as much as we deserve. Sometimes we don't, because it probably went to someone more deserving. Often we realize how fortunate we are when we see those who are less fortunate. It's like the poem about complaining you don't have shoes until you see a person with no legs! I am one of those who starts of with a "Why me God!" but goes on to pause, reflect and then say "Thank you, it's me God!" Just the other day, my daughter jammed her index finger in between the doors at playschool. For no fault of her's, she suffered (it was some other kid who slammed the door). I was naturally upset to see her in pain. When we went to the doct

The human mind is the most fascinating thing. Nobody can ever create or imitate this creation. So complex yet so amazing. It can multitask, it can process information at super speed, it can store memory up to unlimited capacity. But I often wonder, does it ever rest? Of course we sleep, but does the mind do so as well? Even while we are asleep the mind is at work. Aren't dreams a part of the sub conscious mind? I am very sure though that the mind does tire at times. Just like how an over used machine heats up, our mind does too. You can literally feel it, when you are over worked, exhausted or have too many things to handle at one time, you tend to lose cool and you can feel the heat getting to your brain! Yoga, meditation and things like that help a lot to rejuvenate the mind. But then, every person has their own way of cajoling the mind to get back to it's normalcy. Some work out, some dance, some sing, some take off on a vacation, some just completely switch off.  For me,

I remember attending this work shop at one of my previous places of work. It was on Time Management. I also remember the person conducting this work shop telling us that one of the essentials of effective time management is prioritization. Set your priorities right, he said, and half your problem is solved. We are supposed to segregate our daily tasks and put them under labels such as Urgent and Important, Urgent but not Important, Important but not Urgent, not Urgent not Important etc; Apparently if most of your tasks fall under the third category ( Important but not Urgent), then you are like the Guru of Time Management. Quiet fascinating actually! But practical too? I don't think so. How many of us would actually be able to follow this? Time Management apart, the concept of prioritization somehow fascinates me. I mean look at it from a Woman's point of view- Career or family? Husband or Children? Parents or Husband? Friends or Children? Beauty Parlor or work? The last one

I was at the bank the other day. It got me thinking. My experience at this bank, which advertises itself as the Global Local Bank, was actually quiet pleasant. Now, I am one of those people who believe that net banking is better than traditional banking. So if I do happen to go to a bank, I tend to get lost and get all nervous. Especially if you go to one of the more established national banks, the person across the counter will look at you from over his/her spectacles, the kind of "I know what you are" look! Then they will answer you in one word only, will not repeat what they say, will answer you loudly if you still go ahead and repeat your question. Makes you feel that you annoyed them or that you are the only novice there (read nincompoop). I remember that we had an English lesson back in school, where the author was a kindred of mine, who dreaded going to the bank. It was called "At the bank" or something like that. One day he musters his courage to actually