Mommy's Poem

Happiness

Happiness is a journey not a destination,
To be happy is friends, our very own decision.
Some can have everything, but not be happy,
Some can have nothing, but still can be peppy.

Some have it all, but still be greedy,
Some lose It all, and yet not be needy.
What we have today, we may lose tomorrow,
We’ll remember it with fondness, and a little sorrow.

So let us live it up, every little moment,
Cos life is after all, nothing but these moments,
Your glass may be half empty, but lower half is full
Any way you may look at it, life is beautiful.

Keep your palm open, and happiness will stay,
Close your hand around it,will slowly slip away.

The castles on the beach, may look beautiful and dainty,
They cannot stand the onslaught of the waves of the ocean,
But the home that you build with love and gentle care,
Your happiness lies there, that is your destination.


Mom wrote this poem a few days back. I think its pretty nice n inspiring so thought I should put it up.

My Previous Lives

I’ve been having some weird thoughts lately…

Very few people have pleasure to know what they were in their earlier lives… a few bouts of insight and peeks into my diary have made me discover three of my previous lives.

One of them was that of a priest … now this is something I can conclude form the following diary entry which was written when my dog- Tike being his name, was sent away from our house (I think this was in class 7^th) because mummy thought he had become a nuisance (she had 2 others in the house anyways…). So here goes: -

“Dear God
I have to make a request to you. I know in life I have asked a lot and will ask more (God: hehe.. tellin’ me about that!!). some of my hopes and wishes you will fulfill while some you wont. Whatever you do I hope will be for the good of me, my family and my country (!!!!!!)

I do not expect you to fulfill all my wshes but this one I hope you will.

You know how much I love tike and truly speaking I do not myself know if I really do (hehe I never said that I am a very clear minded person…). But I do wish that he goes to a happy environment. I hope you forgive him of all his sins and send him to a good home (this just proves it …yeh it does). Please do whatever will be good for him. <>Tike is a very naughty dog and not very pleasing for the first time ( are u so??) but he has been endowe with a good presence of mind. He mostly knew about the rights and wrongs of his doings. I hope he will use his presence of mind in a good way. He did things that annoyed me a lot but I forgave him (u must consider a lunatic till now…). After all he is a dog (thank gawd I realized that!!). I hope he remains as naughty n bold as ever (eh?? like Mallika Sherawat??).”

So well… what are you planning … I am sorry … I am a dangerous lunatic… Don’t even attempt to send me to an asylum!!
Now the other previous-life is … as my mother says … I must have been Julius Caesar (Scissor actually…). Basically that is because I have this strange fetish for cutting all my clothes up … nyah nyah … I don’t believe in being a ‘minimalist’. That is certainly NOT my fashion statement. However I just have this inner craving to cut up all my sleeves, convert my jeans to capris and somehow hijack mummy’s shirts to be fitted into mine… so calling myself Caesar wont be a bad idea… ohk you are completely exasperated now!! I feel sorry…

However I cant help … I have to go on with the third one.

Yeah now this one is quite obvious and all my friends know this. I just love eating. The only tragedy being that I can’t possibly eat too much. My biological stomach size is unfortunately not conducive to the phenomenon- that is – eating too much- obviously. Anyways… so what exactly happens is that when I go out … I become this greedy mouse who wants to eat everything around and in her bid to prevent others from doing so even does the very same… yet as you can imagine, it just leads to an overloaded stomach which makes me want to roll on the restaurant floor and howl with pain… but don’t worry- I don’t do that (much to the relief of my li’l sister n my mommy). One can at least attempt to make a good –impression sometimes…

So basically people, as I mentioned before, this habit can only stem from the fact that I possess certain ‘mousy’ characteristics, thus helping me conclude that I certainly must have been one in one of my previous lives.

So there … you’ve had all three.

Just one last thing – I killed a pair of mating mosquitoes today!!! Anyone ever done that?????