HAPPINESS

Happiness

...is  the sight of …

      … scattered toys,

          …muddy football boots,

                                      …blaring TV,

                                        … strewn books,

                                       …thumping of piano keys,

                                                                   …ringing voice,

                                                                        …fussing over food,

                                                                                          … ruffled hair,

                                                                                                 …oversize clothes,

                                                                                                               …unkempt room,

-happiness is Nirlok, my  soul !

Dream

Soar the skies of eternal blue,

where fluffy cumulous offer buoyancy

and the dark grays a hindrance.

You dare the forward trail,

endure  the challenges

and  transform rugged traverses

to  silken-smooth route

that head straight

to the cherished dream.

With dream accomplished

life is a ‘VIBGYOR’

 and you, a STAR, 

a hope to others in turn.

Esther of the Hills...

Scene 1

“Here in  this land, there is no democracy and you woman, remember you are a woman, WOMAN!Your degrees don’t qualify you to express your opinion, you are voiceless, remember and I say that loud and clear.”

…………………………………………….

Scene 2

“Repeat after me, ‘I am sick’, repeat, REPEAT I say!

 Now go home and take good rest.”

……………………………………….

Esther of the hills was forced by marriage to venture out in the rough sands of the desert. In every way the two places, that is, the land of her birth and the land of ‘his choice’ were stark opposites; one was a roaring space of howling winds and blinding sand while the other a haven of blue mountains and majestic pines.  The freshness of the morning breeze, the mist, the snow and the serenity bred people of innocence and contentment.  Her land was a refuge and his, a luring materialistic field, the root of all-evils.

Yet she took it in her stride to carve a niche on loose grains now that she had taken the vow to be by his side through thick and thin. First challenge was the over generous heat of the Sun which actually would have been a blessing in her homeland. Too much heat and too little natural flora and fauna suffocated the free bird spirit in her.  She had to confine herself to the four walls and rely on ‘machines’ to be her solace and slowly began the transition from the natural to the artificial, a dangerous move. Without realization she had now begun to live on artificial air. Hopefully the inner spirits retained purity.

Life like in all cities was a race, a battle for time. Everyone was a victim without the slightest inkling on the sole purpose of it all. Money flowed in plenty and life was easy by modern standards yet there was something lacking- inner peace. The cutthroat policy that governs all metropolises reigned supreme in her present world. Trust was a word that had long become obsolete. However the hill born Esther defied such a transformation. Life style had changed but not her values, in her heart and principle she was the hill-bred girl simplistic, devoted, passionate and real. Alas, little did she know the lurking danger such values would bring. Her smile, emotion and  words were true to its nature for hypocrisy or diplomacy was an art she hadn’t mastered.

Esther found contentment in what she was endowed with and even filled with gratitude.  The grind and routine was interpreted in positive light and she strove to give her best in all. The sacrifice therefore brought forth rewards both in her personal and professional life. Today she had knowledge, exposure and experience of living life in a fast lane. She knew how to keep herself alive like the city that never slept. But her innocence got the better of her. The intrigues, politics, swindle and back stabs that she tried her best to keep away from finally gripped her.

On a pleasant spring morn when nature was at its best and Esther’s spirits high, she was called by the higher authorities and told plainly, ‘Ms. Esther, we consider you to be one among the best and value your dedication. However, we must inform you that we no longer want your services. No reasons as such but we just feel we don’t need you.”

And that was it, no explanation and no reason; no one felt any obligation to quench her inquisitive mind. Rationality, practicality, logicality are strange words!

Sunita Lama

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DEATH

Death in other words is changing of the robe,

the weak and frail external is  like a rickety machine

cannot withstand rough weather for ever,

cannot be repaired and re-repaired for long,

therefore death.

The eternal internal must get a new garb

and witness new season in a new place

with new vigor and vitality,
therefore death.

Death is present  time come to a halt,
like a dead clock.

Strange but this is today's commentary of the day

Friday, 15 April 2011
Friday of the Fifth week of Lent

St Paternus, Bishop (5th century)



Commentary of the day
Saint Thomas More : Christ gives his life for his enemies

Reading

Jer. 20:10-13.

I hear the whisperings of many: "Terror on every side! Denounce! let us denounce him!" All those who were my friends are on the watch for any misstep of mine. "Perhaps he will be trapped; then we can prevail, and take our vengeance on him."
But the LORD is with me, like a mighty champion: my persecutors will stumble, they will not triumph. In their failure they will be put to utter shame, to lasting, unforgettable confusion.
O LORD of hosts, you who test the just, who probe mind and heart, Let me witness the vengeance you take on them, for to you I have entrusted my cause.
Sing to the LORD, praise the LORD, For he has rescued the life of the poor from the power of the wicked!