On the brink of the cliff....

The fall is inevitable, it will come and I know when. I am tethering on this edge, knowing that behind me, I leave things adventurous and interesting but ahead of me, are the things still unexplored and untested. In front of me, there lies an abyss of the unknown and am standing on the edge of the known.

I know the fall is not going to change me…

But I feel, that somehow the world around me expects me to be beaten into shape by this fall.

Yes, after falling off this cliff, am going to miss the ledge am standing on right now.Am going to miss being a teenager and am going to miss passing off all my mischief as "teenage rebel". Am going to miss the label of "teen".Am not going to change overnight on my birthday, am still going to be a child at my heart, a born rebel!!

But now, my fond rebels with a cause are going to be labelled as my irresponsible actions...I will have to pick up the reins of my life. And as per the jargon, now is not the time for a laid back attitude in life. Now,is not the place to run from the blades of time swishing every so often. Rather,it is the place to embrace the wounds inflicted, either appreciate them or endure them, time is ripe to choose our way..

But then how can our pampered souls suddenly switch to the responsible mode overnight?

Maturity is a term that still sounds greek and latin and prone to speculation...And that is how am supposed to be from tomorrow.

How can anyone expect to drink wine which has just been brewed? We let it brew for time,mature it,let it age gracefully and then put our best foot forward to taste the choicest selections...

So in a few minutes, am going to brace myself for the fall..am going fall of the brink and shed off the label..so does that mean i will be no more a rebel?

You gotta be kidding!!!

;-)

:-P

B-)

SHE....The Prairie Angel,reaching out..

She walks gracefully,silently drifting through the clouds of darkness surrounding her.She was yet to reach her goal, her destination.And the recent shroud of darkness, which was so unnerving in the beginning, she actually welcomed now.She was an anonymity here,blending right in..No one had the time to point fingers at her,no more whispers accompanying her,plaguing her path.No unhappiness to haunt her throughout her life,no failures to taunt her along the way....She was here, atlast where a bold change was accepted and not blanched upon..where there were others like her..clamouring and asking for more change..where she could be the change..


She remembered that eons ago,she wielded the power without question,the power for which she was fighting now,the power to go ahead and do what she ached to,to stand by justice,the power just to speak out...but that claim,that freedom and that sheer feel of power was lost somewhere in the mists of the time....

Somewhere along her path,her swirling skirts were restricted, her face shadowed by the veil forced on her,her voice not above a whisper and her place in the house...barefoot and in the kitchen....at an age when she ached to go out and play..to gallop freely over the moors..to swim and to shine..all dreams shattered...no questions asked and certainly none answered..And all this if she were blessed enough not to die...

Of course she wanted to fight back,to get back what she wanted,to do what was prohibited...she didn't just because she did not know she could..When some fought back and took the lead she followed..She talked,she cajoled,she begged,she cried and then she fought..fought for the right that was all along hers too..the right to be able to understand those illegible scrawls,the right to run across the wide open prairie,the right to fly those metallic birds she had seen in the sky..and for the right to quench her thirst for the knowledge...

Fighting her way,walking,running,stumbling and sometimes crawling..she got through the tunnel of darkness..to this place,which was also dark,but with the shrouds already lifting..the prospect of her regaining her power seems plausible now....actually pretty much probable

so thats how she got here....still walking swiftly but silently, her thirst quenched..but just for the time being..but her way ahead is now illuminated brightly by the beacon of her determination and by the sheer force of her will..She knows its a long winding path in the desert..but when the oasises are so frquent now...she knows just to plough on her path...

MY DADDY STRONGEST!!! :-) ;-) B-) :-P

Remember the little gal in the sunflower, suffola oil ad?
Well at some point in my blissful childhood, i was also like that.I was as they say, Daddy's gal..."Papa ki pari"!!I was my dad's beta..He was the hero of my life..whenever there was something i needed,i wanted to know,it always used to be papa who solved it for me..According to me,there was nothing in the whole wide world that my dad didnt know..For maths,yes we, me and my little sis, turned to mom, but for rest dad was our pillar of knowledge...
As i was passing through various phases of my notorious and for a large part, joyful childhood, some where along the line, my priorities started shifting..It was still my dad only for playing badminton,but internet soon started replacing the knowledge pool,mobiles for sharing gossip and info....friends took more of my time..After hours of studies,i came home late,my dad was always there to talk about it, but i didnt have time....
For my birthday, papa always got me what i wanted, but i preferred celebrating with my hordes of friends..dad never complained..looking back,now i wonder why?
Time simply flew by and it was time for me to shift to hostel..dad was worried and i was excited about undertaking yet another adventure..He left me at the hostel,with a frown on his face at how miserable my living quarters looked..but i waved at him happily, quite at peace with my surroundings..but soon reality settled in..soon i knew how important dads patient hearing was..soon i missed my parents, my papa at my birthdays..soon..everything happened soon..but not too soon..
i flocked home on every occasion.ma's bday, da's bday, my sis's bday..every occasion with presents hoping that i could somehow explain how much i missed them...
This time, on pa's bday, me,my ma n ma sis hatched a conspiracy..it was the last day of autumn fest and i was actually too busy, being in 3 committies..
everytime dad called,i wished him and i was like,pa..am really busy now..all call you later..pakka..
After wrapping up the event, i picked ma bag and hopped on to a bus to take me to my home sweet home..
No one told my dad that i was coming and he went on with his work..i came home and me and my sis crept in stealthily..there was my dad sitting on the sofa, engrossed in his new LCD tv, oblivious to ma presence..He looked up and i was like,"hi pa!!"..
The look on his face then was something i would treasure through out my life..all 3 of were laughing at his flabbergasted expression and when we were finally done with it,i presented him with my gift,"Happy bday dad.."..n he was like,"You came,that is the biggest gift i could get.."
I never could tell him that sorry pa, i drifted away in the past..
sorry papa,i spend a lot..i always think that this is the last time..ive lost the count of my number of last times..
sorry pa for never telling ya how much you all mean to me..
sorry pa for not being there where you wanted me to be..sorry pa for everything that i did wrong, but am happy pa that inspite of all that, you are still there for me..still ma best friend..
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PA!!!!