The Balancing Act

This is a post which I had been writing in my mind on this day, June 30th of every year since the last 15 years or so.  Today is the birthday of my best friend with whom I had lost touch long ago.. again it is a story in which I was the culprit, it was the result of my immaturity and how I handled the situation, this was also around the time of my mid twenties.  This is about how I lost my best friend since childhood to circumstances and wrong decisions and misunderstandings. Both of us studied in the same class from 5th standard till 10th then she went on to take the science stream and then Medicine and became the Doctor which she always wanted to be, during all those years we were together, even when she shifted from Delhi to Kerala to do her MBBS, we kept in touch through letters and occasional phone calls (mobiles and whatsapp were not in the scene those days), it was her letters which gave me great solace during some turbulent times in my life, similarly I was there...

Every body has a story to tell, each one of us is living a story, our life story.  These  stories like any other is full of sunshine and clouds, valleys and mountains and glory and gloom and through this myriad colours of life we learn the lessons of life, like the stories which our parents used to tell us with a moral to it, every life story has a moral at the end, sometimes we learn the moral of the story soon enough or sometimes only others see and learn the moral where as we the Hero or Heroine of the story just keeps on living it, oblivious to the drama that is being created by us.  Today I want to tell a part of my life story, it is not to derive any lesson or moral from it, it is in fact, just a sort of introspection, questions to my self, as  I am trying to find the answers and trying to check if it is the right lesson that I have learnt from it or I have got it all wrong.  Many years ago I had a fight with one of my friends, a very dear and best f...

Underneath the Gulmohur Tree picture courtesy : raxacollective blog Flowers that bloomed scattered scarlet on the ground, Falling on to yellowish brown leaves with murmuring sound Spiraling poison ivy hugged the bare brown trunk Branches heavy with blooming flowers  seemed to sunk, On to the adjacent willowy branch about to bloom, Wiping out from her buds the traces of gloom Sitting underneath the gulmohur tree, My heart galloped in glee Taking a pause to breath in the fragrance of rain on earth, All I could think of was the warmth of my hearth  The heart longed to embrace life forever, Not letting go of it ever To stop the Clock ticking away, To arrest the glow fading away, To keep walking on the winding pathway, Or to lie under the gulmohur tree even after the sun sets far away…… 

So... this place has been ignored for quite a while and I have been trying hard to get over the 'writers' block' which has gripped me quite badly for a while now. So in order to challenge my self to get over this so called 'block' and also to do more frequently what I love doing.. writing that is... (apart from reading ofcourse) I am starting this Blog Marathon and hope to stick by it and complete this without fail and any gaps in between by July 27th... so all the best to me and here I am with my first post...   I have to admit here that I am hugely inspired by Preeti Shenoy, the best selling author of books like 'The one you can not have', ' The secret wishlist' etc.,  hats off to her, she has been blogging also  for almost 10 years and I have been her reader almost the same number of years, I saw her transforming into a brilliant and celebrated writer, I have read her books and loved it to bits, her books are simple, sincere and has a qualit...