Monday, 15 December 2014


Another soldier martyred another father, son and husband lost to terrorism, while the rest of the country goes about its daily routine and sleeps, blissfully unaware of what soldiers have to go through each day to keep this country in a secure and peaceful state.

It has been reported that it was unusual for the second-in-command of an infantry battalion to lead a Quick Reaction Team (QRT) responding to a militant attack but Lt Col Sankalp Kumar rushed first to the spot when first reports of the terrorist strike came early on Friday. For those who knew him well say that he was known for his "never back down" attitude.

Fighting militants is of course not something anyone actually prays for but the army has been trained and is being trained to do it each day. We as outsiders or as the defence personnel call us “civilians” can’t even begin to fathom the rigours of their daily routine; a process which ensures that they are always fit and ready to fight a battle with whoever they are asked to.

With their own personal life and battles at the home front left behind, they are there ever-present, ever-ready to fight a war they have had no hand in starting, with people they have no personal grudges against; with dangerous arms and ammunition which they teach their children to always stay away from and doing what every religion, every God teaches every human…. “Taking a life is a sin”.

The rigours of our own civilian lives are in no way easy and many of us have very tough and demanding lives but it is time we acknowledge the contribution of our soldiers in making it possible for us to live in a country which provides us with all we need and go about our daily chores of work, family, social life, without giving a thought to what is happening at our borders or trouble spots right within our towns and cities!

So, yes, all of us cannot pick up arms or fight the terrorists with guns and bombs but I believe we can fight a battle much closer to our homes and lives. We can contribute by doing our own two bit by making this country a better place to live in, by ensuring good governance, helping in the fight against corruption, helping to eradicate poverty, following traffic rules, making the education system better, be better citizens and much, much more.

Only then and only then will the sacrifice of our soldiers be acknowledged and respected. If they are looking after the security of the nation from outside forces we can look after the country from the inside making it a better place to live in for every one of us and make sure the sacrifices made by our soldiers do not go unacknowledged with the same "never back down" attitude that Lt Col Sankalp Kumar proudly possessed. 

Saturday, 4 October 2014

Swachh Mann Swachh Bharat

And at last it seems we have a leader who people want to listen to and follow. As nations like China and the US stand up and take notice of us and our new charismatic leader, Indians have begun to believe that Modi will bring about change as promised.

As Modi carried with him the hopes, expectations and aspirations of billions of Indians the excitement is palpable. Indians back home thrilled with the reception the US accorded to their Prime Minister, some calling it a “rock star reception”, were glued to their television screens; this kind of viewership I believe only bestowed upon Bollywood stars and cricket.

Seen as India’s saviour, by the citizens of India and Indians abroad, The Washington Post suggested: “Modi will arrive in Washington Monday a hero to a majority of the region’s large and successful Indian American community.”

As someone the other day commented, “love him or hate him but you can’t ignore him.”

Many Indians see Modi as India’s saviour: a strong leader who has pledged to cut through bureaucracy, stamp out corruption and nepotism, revive India’s economy and restore pride. He is thought of as a leader who has almost done the impossible; reimposed the common man’s confidence and trust in the country’s leadership and future.

He is touted as the “Pied Piper of India wooing the Indian public as no other before him except the likes of Gandhi or Nehru. A charismatic, astute and vibrant individual, he has become a role model for Indians all over the world and his varied skills ranging from his oratorical skills to his decision making and social media skills have helped him stand apart from the many who have tried leading this nation out of the misery and stupor it has found itself in since independence but failed.

The common man has at last been roused, galvanised and energised out of the wretched state of affairs and hopefully inspired by Modi’s novel initiatives such as the “Swachh Bharat Abhiyan”, his radio address, “Mann Ki Baat”, (just the beginning I am sure), to change and let change happen.

His special ability to connect with the masses and strike a common chord with them has ensured that he and his campaigns have gained a wide audience and millions of followers, with hope at last spreading its wings.

May his pledge to “affirm to remove dirt” not only lead to removal of dirt from our streets and roads but also from every heart of every citizen of this nation; only and only then will we succeed in taking this nation to newer heights and prosperity. 

Saturday, 16 August 2014


Every time I close my eyes the nightmares come,
they attack me over and over and over again until dawn.
Flashbacks, nightmares, he is back
again he takes control, I’m like a puppet,
he has all the strings.
He is strong, I am weak, he has all the power,
I have none. He caused pain.
I got hurt, I am tortured
because of him!

Vickie Bell

"Two men drank, watched porn and then lured a five year old from her play area using a chocolate as bait. They kept her in captivity in a rented room in the same building where she lives with her parents and systematically raped her, in turn, for three days. Her cries led neighbours to find her locked in the room, bruised and bleeding. By then, the two men had fled, thinking they had left the child for dead."

An innocent child, oblivious to the ways of this world goes about his daily life in his own playful naïve manner. Blissfully ignorant, children are full of carefree laughter and play, unmarred by dark adult realities.

Earth shattering realities, which even an adult who has seen it all, would never want to experience, however, can change it all. Life is difficult as it is, with ruthless, rude, aggressive and offensive behaviour very common and acceptable parts of our lives. Burdened with responsibilities and sometimes seemingly insurmountable obstacles adults have learnt to survive by becoming hard hearted cynics and skeptics.

But children, born unaware and innocent, who only want to be loved, accepted, and learn, trust and love everyone in their lives unconditionally. Little do they know that their simple, uncomplicated and joyful lives can be turned upside down in no time at all. 

A child is the most precious gift of this world. As parents of two boys, my husband and I have never raised a hand to our children. Screaming and shouting at them leaves us guilty and remorseful. The look on their faces and my younger son’s words (Mama, please don’t shout…please be nice) reduce us to tears, each time we raise our voices.

How then can this most valuable and priceless of humanity’s gifts be ill treated, physically, emotionally and sexually abused or even raped. The thought that someone can scream uncontrollably, be brutal, hit, kick, be violent and use a child to gratify their own perverse sexual desires is incomprehensible. It makes me shudder to even envisage what that pure innocent soul would have gone through.

How then is child abuse and rape so common? How then is it so easy for most of us i.e. adults to overlook, to minimise, to explain away, or to disbelieve that child abuse and rape is so prevalent. Physical and sexual abuse of a child is considerable trauma that affects every part of the child’s being: spiritual, emotional, mental and physical. It damages the spirit and silences the child within. The soul is deeply scarred and tarnished never to go back to its original joyous self.

A child is entirely dependent on adults for his needs and his safety and for nurturance and guidance. However, this vulnerability is exploited by many and children are easily targeted. Maybe it is the ease with which children can be subjugated and the fact that they trust easily that makes them easy targets.

“Molesters Do Not Wear an Ugly Mask. They Wear A Shield of Trust.” 
Patty Rase Hopson

Who knows what goes on in the minds of those who see beyond the innocence and the beauty of childhood? Their distorted, sick and uncontrolled needs and wants leave a child a bundle of “nothing”, considering himself unworthy—unworthy of respect, unworthy of friendship, unworthy of the natural birthright of all children: love and protection.

The statistics are shocking.
  • 53% of children in India are subjected to sexual abuse, but most don't report the assaults to anyone. 
  • Out of 69% children physically abused in 13 sample states, 54.68% were boys.
  • Out of those children physically abused in family situations, 88.6% were physically abused by parents.
  • 50% abusers are persons known to the child or in a position of trust and responsibility.
  • Nearly 65% of schoolchildren reported facing corporal punishment — beatings by teachers — mostly in government schools. 
  • 48.4% of girls wished they were boys.

The research that I undertook to write about this topic has left me dumbstruck. The worst of it being that Indians remain in denial of it all. In a country where familial values ensure that a child is the most important member of a household, it is appalling that the home is where the Indian child and woman is most unsafe. 

What then should we do to make sure our children remain safe and protected? On my part I talk to my boys regularly, educate them, empowering them to say no and pray, but is it enough? How many nights will I toss and turn thinking and knowing that anything can happen and I may not even come to know about it.

“No one keeps a secret so well as a child”.
Victor Hugo

So, for now I am a terrified and anxious mother hoping that her children will be safe and trying to do her best to ensure that they are out of harm's way and loved. I also hope that my children trust our relationship enough to know that they can share and their parents will be there for them whatever happens.

Tuesday, 29 July 2014


I am an individual who loves life; the smallest of things make me happy. A kind word, a loving gesture, a hug, a naughty quip from my kids, a good day at work, a smile, a fun evening with my family or friends…keeps me brimming with joy.

I love to laugh (loudly), talk loudly (without realising it), giggle at the silliest of things, talk nineteen to the dozen, chattering away as if everyone’s life depended on it, saying sometimes the most foolish things to sometimes the wittiest (if I can say so myself).

I like to be friends with everyone who crosses my path, investing in them, doing my best to learn more about them and what makes them who they are. I do not differentiate and I do not judge (at least in my mind), it doesn’t bother me if you are a guy or a gal, young or old, rich or poor, educated or not educated, for me you are an individual I can connect with no matter what. All I need is that wee bit of warmth and that expression of acceptance from the other person and I will be your friend forever.

However, over the 40 years of my life on this earth I have realised that things are not as simple as I view them in my mind. People view things very differently from how I perceive them. I have been judged as a loud mouthed, brash, too forward a person who makes people cringe and who many would rather not be seen with.

I really don’t enjoy making people around me uncomfortable; it’s just that if you are my friend you will see beyond my loudness and my impetuosity, and see the real person who unlike her loud mouthed exterior is just a very simple, gentle, kind and very very straightforward person.

Each one of us has some trait we are not too proud of, I have many which over the years I have tried to change thinking and believing that I will be accepted and liked. But isn’t it also true that I am what I am because of the way I think and act and feel. Would it really change things if I try to emulate others and change myself especially when I know I am not hurting anyone and am being sincere and honest to myself?

Following stereotypes has never been my thing and well many people just don’t get where I am coming from. I have tried to follow the crowd and have failed miserably. I really don’t want to be different and in the limelight, I hate it actually; I just want to be myself without being judged and hassled about what is right and wrong (mostly wrong) and how I should present myself and appear to others.  

All I say is know me first and then form an opinion about me. None of us are bad people, we are just different. Some we understand, some we don’t, some we like, some we don’t, but at the end we are all the same, looking out to be liked and accepted.

All we have to do is look beyond the frailties of our external personas and recognise that we are what we are and being ourselves is what makes us humans and not robots. 

Tuesday, 8 July 2014


Mid life crisis has hit me hard. It’s a complicated, uncomfortable time which has me questioning myself a lot. Thoroughly confused about who I am, what I want to do and where I want to go, I am in a perpetual state of emotional turbulence.

The experience of a mid life crisis they say is a combination of feelings, events and physical changes that indicate a transformation is at hand. Well, I see it this way it could be the best thing that ever happened to me or it could be the one thing that destroys the life I have been living for ever.

Eventually, mid-life crisis is about managing change of one kind or another, and the positive spin on midlife crisis is that there lies a fresh perspective and much more contentment on the other side of the transition. It’s how you look at it and experience it that matters.

I read somewhere that midlife crisis is about shifting life to better fit where the person’s spirit yearns to be. I like that. It makes sense.

Psychologists think of midlife crisis as a very natural biological and psychological process of a person maturing. Although many symptoms might indicate a process opposite of maturing: at times a person needs to step backwards in order to move forward.

Everyone evolves within their life as they get older. The truest resolution to crisis is learning to embrace the facts of one’s change and investigate methods of transformation. So, I talk, I chat, I make friends, see things from their perspective, I read, I try to introspect, (a task most difficult for an impulsive person like me), I try and think (without confusing myself even more than what I am already), learn from my kids (they see life so differently, don’t they) and of course gain from the wisdom of my elders.

So, I have decided to begin my journey of transformation by creating a bucket list, a list of things that I want to and need to do before I hit the bucket. My bucket list I am sure is what will help me out of my crisis and help me evolve into a more mature individual with my goals well defined. It will help me live my life and find joy. Isn’t that what life is all about.

  1.           Travel all around the world.
  2.           Write a book.
  3.           Act in a movie.
  4.           Start my own business.
  5.           Play sports every day.
  6.           Climb a mountain.
  7.           Run a marathon.
  8.           Dance to a Bollywood number in a movie hall.
  9.           Go on a road trip on my motorcycle.
  10.           Connect with and stay connected with all my friends.
  11.           Go fishing.
  12.           Teach theatre to homeless kids.
  13.           Live in a farm house.
  14.           Try at least 10 new professions.
  15.          Go scuba diving and experience marine life up close.
  16.           Go Skiing.
  17.          Make a difference in someone’s life.
  18.          Read one book every week.
  19.          Sing a song in front of an audience.
  20.         Go on a beach holiday and stay at a beach condo.
  21.         Eat, eat and eat.
  22.         Be on the cover of a glam mag.
  23.         Make a shelter for the homeless and orphans.
  24.         See the Wimbledon Championship.
     This is not my complete list. Will add on little by little. But my journey begins. 

Friday, 13 June 2014


The utter helplessness I feel sometimes when faced with life’s situations has made me realise that we live in a brutal and harsh world.

What kind of a world are we actually leaving for our children…a world full of cruelty, struggle, failure, doubts and sorrow, a world so hard, you wonder what the point of it all is.

Every day that I drop off my son at the school bus stop, I question the wisdom of sending him off all alone into this world I sometimes am petrified of myself.  Today when I saw an older child lashing out at my little baby in the bus, all I could do was watch helplessly as the bus drove away. My little one is all of 4 years and he has already been pushed by the world and his family into a path of hardships and pain.

Life is tough and full of risks. There is always that person around the bend, who is judging you, trying to pull you down, gossip about you, deride your achievements, cheat you, make you feel worthless and scare you into believing that you are all alone. Is it all worth it?

Hardships in life can overwhelm us, engulf our very souls, and devastate us, leaving us bereft and deprived of all humanity, leaving us willing to do everything that makes our lives that much more easy and comfortable. All of us have the capability to be hurtful and mean. Good intentions notwithstanding, we all have the potential to be completely self-absorbed, self-centred and cruel people, when we think it is necessary and it suits us.

Our children, born with innocent souls, learn from us and then later see for themselves that the world is not as easy and comfortable to live in as their parents made them believe, harden and shrink their soft hearts, waking up to the harsh reality of their lives.

What should I tell my children when faced with unfairness and unjust and cruel behaviour, they break down in my arms and tell me they don’t want to make friends or face the world? With tears in my eyes all I can think of are the times, I myself have faced similar moments.

I have survived, yes, but am I the same person I could have been, we all could have been, if the world was a better place.  Will our children be able to survive and become stronger individuals, realising that the meaning of life is not just to survive but to actually live life, taking risks, getting hurt, and that life is all about, loss, lessons and the little triumphs and victories we score every moment.

Will I be able to teach them that time and experience build our character and spirit? Will I be able to set an example for them by showing them that each time you are knocked down to your knees, you have to get back up, stand up, keep learning, pressing forward stronger, with a better understanding and respect for life.

I have to first teach myself to be strong and keep the faith and that it will all be worth it in the end.  If we could just remember the following words I read on another blog, our lives would be so much simpler and happier.

“And remember, it’s not that those who are strong never get weak in the knees, or that they never hold their breath before they embark…  It’s that while their knees are shaking, they force themselves to breathe and take the first step.

As Henry David Thoreau once said, “When it’s time to die, let us not discover that we have never lived.”

Living is a risk.  Happiness is a risk.  If you’re not a little scared sometimes, then you’re not doing it right.  Don’t worry about mistakes and failures, worry about what you’re giving up when you don’t even try.”

Wednesday, 21 May 2014

"A leader is a dealer in hope." - Napoleon Bonaparte

The excitement is palpable. “Acchhe Din Aane Waale Hain” (Good days will soon be here) and I see people all around me filled with enthusiasm and anticipation. There is a festive mood in India and no one, I repeat no one, is going to let anyone spoil this moment for those who brought the Modi led BJP to power.

There is at last something to look forward to, a better country, a better sense of security, a better life. While I do agree that no miracle will occur in the coming months, I am hopeful that things will change for the better in the coming years.

The despondency in the minds and hearts of millions of Indians who had given up on the so-called leaders of this country has transformed into cheer and hope. But then, as I found out on FB and in the newspapers, that this is not the case with everyone in our beloved Bharat!

Friends are fighting over politics and Modi, getting very personal and ‘unfriending’ each other because of strongly divergent views. “I don't mind giving up liquor. I don't even mind switching to dhokla for breakfast. I'm only having qualms about consuming human blood as ketchup”, posted a friend on facebook. An all out war broke out over his remark. There were friends who supported him and then there were those who very diplomatically tried to give their own different viewpoints. Hey, a bunch of us "Hindu nationalistic fanatics" are gonna go on a minority-killing spree. Anyone wanna join? (I'm kidding, of course, just wanted to join in the irrational-fear-spreading game myself...) someone commented.

In my view, Mr Modi’s detractors cannot stomach the fact that a man of his background and commitment has barged into their heretofore protected bastions of power which were guarded zealously till now as their personal fiefdom. The rest of the people have only swallowed, hook line and sinker, what has been touted about by the so called glitterati of India’s power corridors as gospel truths about the events in the Gujarat of 2002.

It’s unfair to cast aspersions on a party and man we don’t know much about. I on my part reserve judgment till the new government comes into power and has been in power for some months.

Not many are actually basing their comments and posts on facts but on what people have been led to believe. Politics is and always will be a dirty game. It’s time for all of us, the citizens and the politicos to rise above the pettiness of it all and stop playing the blame game. What matters is the future and where we are headed as a country as a whole.

With Modi breaking down in Parliament today many people saw another side of him altogether. However, there are those who will see it as nothing but drama. Let’s collectively hope it wasn’t, I feel the man spoke from his heart and emotion is an inseparable part of feelings originating in the heart.

We do need a strong, confident and efficient leadership from a statesman who knows what he is doing and where he is taking us; an iron hand with the sentimentality of a soft and humane heart and with more spirit than all our past leaders put together.

Leadership is about emotions, I read somewhere and I agree. The ability to reach people and inspire them is the mark of a great leader. A good leader understands the needs and desires of others, empathises and shows kindness and respect.

As Marian Anderson says, "Leadership should be born out of the understanding of the needs of those who would be affected by it." I believe Mr Modi is such a person and am confident that he is not a pretender, unlike some of his predecessors.

I can only pray and hope that Modi is a leader who is all of the above and more. And that the people of this country will support, approve and encourage him to deliver the aspirations of 125 crore Indians as is the bounden duty of all good citizens of our great nation.  

Friday, 16 May 2014


With BJP having swept the elections, I observe a spring in the steps of most Indians. Hope springs eternal and I with most of my fellow countrymen at last see a light at the end of the dark tunnel.

“India has Won” said Narendra Modi as results of the elections came pouring in and it was obvious that the BJP had secured outright majority. The country tired of and fed up with the dynastic, corruption ridden politics that Congress was very proud of, has voted for a government which will hopefully be efficient and corrupt free.  

Narendra Modi has always presented a comprehensive, development oriented, inclusive and futuristic vision for India. With good governance being the buzzword, it is time for all of us to see some concrete action towards a secure and stable government which has only the good of the people in its mind.

I am hoping and so I believe are many others that the new government led by Modi will change the face of the country and bring about positive changes and improve the economic condition.

The driver of the auto I travel in everyday in the morning, discussed the results with me and was absolutely ecstatic that a new Modi led Government was coming to power. Things and the situation would be transformed for the good he said and was happy that people had the sense to vote correctly this time.

Franklin D. Roosevelt said “Democracy cannot succeed unless those who express their choice are prepared to choose wisely.”

Well here’s wishing that the people of India have chosen wisely!

Monday, 24 March 2014


Bhumika my friend and writer shares an interesting reality...something that most of us so conveniently forget...that humans are not superior to all other life forms on earth. Believing we are better than any other species that are surviving is egoistic and very narcissisticOur dominant status at the top of the food chain has lulled us into a false sense of security. Its up to us now to ensure that we leave behind a better earth for our children and their children. 

"The dog, the cat, the whale, the sparrow, the wolf, the lion, the tree, the crops and US; WE ALL SHARE SOMETHING COMMON IN OUR DNA!!!. The same thread of life runs through all life on earth. For instance, the process of sugar breaking down to glucose is common in all living things-plants, animals and us. That a basic survival feature as minute as that can be something absolutely common for every living specie is such an amazing thing! " - COSMOS. A SPACETIME ODYSSEY.

A beautiful piece of reality put forth even so beautifully for us to understand. That all life on earth is so precious and that every specie here is connected to us and is important for our existence and survival can't be more logically explained to our children.

Besides, for us, its a lesson in humility. We humans are just another link of the food chain, only as important as any other. We all have a place, a reason for being here on earth. Its time we understood it.

Its exciting for the kids (and adults) to understand that we are all made from the same stuff as that of the stars! We have a little bit of the universe in each one us. Tell them that they are little 'stars' themselves and see them squeal in delight!!! Believe me, they understand and comprehend beyond our expectations. Much beyond!

Explain the concept of oneness with everyone and everything around using comprehensible scientific facts. I was so happy to understand that I can talk to my kids about equality without sounding preachy. 

I have evidence, you see!!

Thursday, 20 February 2014


Life is never as interesting and fascinating as it is when you walk down the noisy, smelly and crowded streets or roads of India.  The colours, some good, some bad; the smells, some good, many bad; the noise, some soft, many loud; the crowds, some mild, some overwhelming are just a tiny part of what Indian streets are all about.

The good, the bad and the ugly is a fitting description of the roads and streets of India. I love the feeling of walking down those streets and hate them at the same time. The colours, the aromas, the people, enchant and captivate you, while the stench, the filth, the loud noise, and the lack of personal space and privacy, disgust and repel you at the same time.

I am an Indian at heart and I know that no other country or its people will ever bewitch me as does my own. But then there are things about this place that are either just too revolting on the one end or absolutely comical and fascinating on the other.

There are people rushing into you, touching you, making you feel you are in a war zone except that there are no bullets or guns that you are trying to avoid. The bullets or grenades on the streets of India take the shape of spit, filth strewn around, stench and sweaty dirty skin and the only thing you can do is to duck, avoid or run through the chaos as if your life depends on it.

Steering your way through the roads and streets of Indian cities is the toughest job ever. Whether it’s walking through the crowds or it’s driving through the bedlam that is called traffic, there is drama everywhere.

I call it drama because you feel like one of the cast of a garish, raunchy Bollywood movie, there is loud music, there are men, women and children of all types talking, shouting, cursing and raising hell, boys and girls walking hand in hand, the oldie-goldies walking at their own slow pace, the litterers who take pride in making the streets even more colourful and beautiful than they already are and then there are the venom spitters we call them, spitting away in their own merry and musical way with background effects and musical melodies galore. 

An unintended fallout of all this chaos on our streets, a good one at that, is that vehicles are forced to slow down and, hence, the chances of striking objects and people in your way are reduced considerably! This is reportedly a major reason for rejoicing among those responsible for making our roads safer!

The food and the aromas are of course another movie all together. Food plays a big and important part of our culture and this is most evidently seen on our streets. The flavours, the colours, the aromas, the tastes, the buzz around the food stalls depict Indian life at its best and worst.

The diverse hues, the glimpses of our culture, the stories unfolding with their own heroes, villains and even comedians, the fun, the panic, the charisma, the spontaneity of Indian life, the panoramic images are what Indian streets are all about.

Love it or hate it, you can never be indifferent to the life on Indian streets. After all it is the only home I know. 

Wednesday, 15 January 2014

The Different Shades of Life

As a child I learnt to view the world in two colours, either completely black or white, perhaps because I took literally the ideals and values my parents wanted me to grow up with and imbibe. It is only now, on reflecting on the past nearly forty years of my life that I have realised that life is made up of many shades of grey which have the strength to hurt, shatter and confuse. Being accustomed to seeing everything as black or white can be very comforting indeed as it all falls into clear cut categories, no confusion there but that is so unreal!  

Not only are people sometimes good and often not so virtuous, events too stubbornly fail to fall into clearly demarcated classifications! Oh what a travesty of life, it just refuses to throw up cut-and-dried answers to all the inevitable questions that almost continuously bombard my mind! The why’s and how’s just refuse to resolve themselves and others don’t just seem to understand, leave alone help me find my way through the tortuous labyrinths of the blind alleys of life!

Throughout my life, the black and white aspects of this world and the people who reside in it have either kept me in high spirits or at the other extreme, very despondent and confused. Over the years I have begun to think the negativity of this world far outweighs the positivity and I find myself discouraged and disheartened and in the most wretched spirits many a times.

Sometimes, with the state of affairs I find the world in, life just seems too difficult, full of challenges, obstacles and hardships.  So for many days I find myself overwhelmed and disturbed with the circumstances and people around me. On some days life just doesn’t seem worth all the trouble I take to run around doing my daily routine, toil, compromise, not knowing where I am going or what and why I am doing what I am doing.

And then there are those moments that show you how wrong you are.

I read a news report today that showed me it’s how and what you see that makes the difference.

A Pakistani boy dies while saving school from suicide bomber” read the headlines of a report. All of 14 years, he saved his school of 2000 children. He grew suspicious of a man trying to gain entry into the school premises. The pure selflessness and innocence of the boy made tears well up in my eyes. My heart goes out to this courageous boy who had barely begun his life. It was his time to play, learn and have fun and not become a hero at the cost of his life.

It depends on the shades you wear on your eyes that make you happy or in whatever miserable place you want yourself to be in. The blacks, whites, the reds and the greens are all in our eyes and minds. The world is a happy place if that’s how we see it.

A little baby in the arms of its mother, the naughty laughter of my sons, a quiet walk with my husband when I come back from office, a cup of coffee with a friend, a friend whom I can talk rubbish with, colleagues I can laugh and share lunch with, the smile of a stranger, the quiet half an hour in the auto when I can read or listen to songs, watching movies and television shows; admiring nature and its bountiful gifts; cooking with my mom, whatsapping and connecting with classmates whom I haven’t met since I was with them in school…oh I can go on and on.

It’s those moments, some stolen, some quiet, some filled with laughter, some silly, some very serious that make each day feel worth it and make me get up in the morning looking forward to what the day may hold.

There’s so much really that life has to offer. It’s just that we somehow forget about what we have for the things we don’t have but desire. We can get those too and in that lies hope and a future full of possibilities; endless possibilities of a world which has the infinite capacity to keep all contented and at peace with themselves.