Saturday, September 6

Ganpati Bappa ... Morya!

Hiya buddies!

Hows the Ganpati season goin? So faa so gud? I’m doin well, thanks for askin. We hav Ganpati at our place, so thrs lotsa delicacies brewing in my kitchen ;-) Courtesy Madhulika Rathi, the most stunning lady in our family, also a gifted cook, able housewife, marvelous singer, amazin mom, (and so on and so forth)....
Women who run the house as a primary task never cease to amaze me; imagine having to work 24*7*365, without compensation and benefits, overtime and other allowances, leave policy, and other privileges that come with being employed outside the house. Unthinkable, as far as I’m concerned! Why take up a thankless job which is considered valueless and dishonored, inspite of the hardwork and continuous commitment? Thanks, Mum... And thanks all u other homemakers who may not b reading dis... Ur invaluable, ladies! And courageous ;-) Take a bow!

I’m pleased to get incredibly encouraging feedback and comments from u all. Really appreciate it, readers, active and passive. Each one of u, please take this as a personal and hearty thanks! From unexpected quarters, compliments have been coming my way, and that’s more dan enuf to make my day! (Wow, that rhymed!)

Back to business... Hey, do u like Lola Kutty? She currently hosts a on Channel V called GK (wid the punchline “knowledge is nnnevvvverrrr general”...!!) Awsum accent she’s got man. The way she rolls her L’s and R’s is hilarious! So, the GK tip for the day was the full form of GOLF – Gentlemen Only, Ladies Forbidden. Interestin, eh? Mus b invented in the pre-gender equality era... Akin to fugdi (for those unaware, its a speedy spin, similar to the western popular version of ring-a-ring-a-roses, in pairs/triplets/quadruplets), bhatukli (doll’s house) and other womanly games...

Well, ladies and gentlemen and all others, this blog’s for everybody... Hearty welcome!

Hope the last post went down well wid u. No offence meant, jus an attempt to show u dat noone’s especially close to the lord anymo dan the others. Its jus dat some of us find this connection a lot more easily than the rest. And everyone can... sooner or later... Its only our awareness that needs to be kindled.

Maybe mine was coz my Mum, a staunch devotee herself, ignited this love and belief of God widin me whn I was jus a toddler. I mus hav said d Hanuman Chalisa and Ram Raksha close to a thousand times now! If u ask me how profound and heartfelt my recitations were, my guess wud b as gud as urs. But, as my mum luvingly mentions – when u walk a path, whether carefully or carelessly, your stepping on a burning lump of coal is gona burn u no matter wat ur intentions or thots. Similarly, whn u reach out to God, He’s gona hear u. And the simpleton He is, He always chooses to give u d benefit of doubt and interpret ur intentions positively. I duno wat went right for me, but I certainly feel his hand on my head all the time. I’m blessed, and those who know me can sense it, too. I’m His favorite child! Yippee! Touch wood.

The other day, I went to Chatushringi on S. B. Road. I don’t quite believe dat one must donate money when one goes to the temple. It’s not about me not wanting to spare a buck, rather its coz I dno whose pocket d money goes to and besides, God doesn’t need my money. He’s got all He wants... Anyway, on special occasions, I do make it a point to drop sumthin in d daan-peti, and in this instance I decided to spare a tenner each for Ganpati and the Devi. When I inserted my hand in my hind pocket to place the cash, I felt some paper there, which turned out to be notes of 50 and a 10! I could swear I hadn’t left them there anytime recently. Moreover, the jeans was washed and newly ironed; to escape the clutches of my mum, the maid and the dhobi is nothing short of magic to me! This was my miracle for the day! God always returns good thins a 100-fold to me... And such small events are enuf to make me smile and c d world in a completely new light...

... Sibi, miracles r not jus the ones that turn iron to gold; they are also a ray of sunshine when it’s pouring. Its in ur eyes and perceptions. A cynic may scoff and ignore the unusual, but an optimist may c God’ s grace in the most mundane affairs. It’s this faith dat endears, this trust dat infuses us wid energy, this hope that makes our wicked lives seem pleasant and live-able, this belief that brings us yet more luck and joy... And who doesn’t want happiness?! All humans r d same; probably the only distinguishing factor is our perspective, our beliefs. God may not give u all u want, but He certainly gives u al u need... And as Sheryl Crow crooned in her “Soak Up the Sun”, it’s not having wat u want, its wantin wat u got...

So do u know wat u want? If you get it, gud for ya! If u don’t, don’t lose hope. God wants u to hav sumthin better...

Keep the faith!
Anuja

2 comments:

sibi said...

First n foremost a salute to all the mom's in this world and a bow to all the woman in this world for their tremendous level of patience.A level that is equivqalent to the level of patience of earth.mom's definetly do everthing without xpctng anything from anybody.mom's the best heart in whole world.Nice you tuk this topic,there is so much to speak,to write,to feel.
thanks you mentioned my name in your blog.I wanted it but never told you.yes i think i xpect too much and never happy with what i have,Always hunt for more,which in turn hurts me but i never think bout it.I will start being happy now with what i have n in turn be happy forever.thanks for the eye opener.God is truly gr8 n u his best child undoubtedly.
Amazing post.intersting to share views.M liking it now.waiting for the next one.byeeeee.

Lonely Princess said...

Liking it NOW??? Toh pehle kya tha be?!!! Fareebbbbb... Dhokhaaaa... The Kicks...

Thanks for commenting... Adios! Have a gr8 day :-)

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