Innocent Kids are from history

Me: Hello dear! *smiling and waving*

3 year old: *pompously ogles and walks away with oodles of disrespect*

Me: Don't go there, your dad has gone that side *signalling to my left*

3 year old: Turns around *pompously ogles and walks away with oodles of disrespect*

Just after the kid left I was led to think how children are no more synonymous to being sweet, inoffensive or adorable. The world has changed in umpteen ways and from what I've noticed, it has only become a non-livable surrounding as opposed to an ideal way to live as the technologists and bureaucrats call it. I still believe even amidst all the glamour and opulence, people haven't figured the right way to live their lives. Be it kids, toddlers, teenagers, adults and the elderly lot, everyone is in a league of their own. Morals and principles are self created with little or no restriction to what the mind and body wants. There is no compliance to the Almighty or the good inner voice whatsoever.

I know nothing much about parenting or how to bring up a child, but what I know is 'a child is a manifestation of his/her parents in every way'. I see kids who are less than 10 years behaving like pros in whatever they do despite having an understanding of um... uh.. close to nothing! Its good to be confident and go about putting your thoughts into action, but with humility. Its like making dough without adding water to the flour. You know what to do, but you don't know enough. Its a squander.

I didn't choose to write on this topic to give advise or ridicule on parenting. I am surprised by how kids behave in a certain undisciplined, misbehaving and ill-mannered way. My care rests with the thought what will become of these children when they become adults?

Happy Birthday Husband Dearest.

On your birthday,

I want you to know, 

That I didn't like you

At first.

On your birthday,

I want you to know,

Marrying you was the best decision of

My life.

On your birthday,

I want you to know,

Your love, affection and care melts me

From within.

On your birthday,

I want you to know,

For your every solid hug and soft kiss, I'd 

Kill for.

On your birthday,

I want you to know,

You add more substance to my life, 

Like none.

On your birthday,

I want you to know,

I am happy being with you,

At last.

On your birthday,

I want you to know,

I cannot think of a life

Without you.

On your birthday,

I want you to know,

You're every girl's dream and

My reality.

On your birthday,

I want you to know, 

Beginnings don't matter so much as

The end.

On your birthday,

I want you to know, 

This life of ours will be a blessing because we serve a

Mighty God.

The Social Media Menace.

 

Happiness is clearly misunderstood in today's social media planet. People presume with all surety that a person has a "happening" life when the LIKES they receive is at a minimum 100+ and if  their profile pics look like duck faced reptiles in lordly BGs. Happiness to me is when my heart is light, void of confusion, stress and pain. It might seem simple but the path to it is not. From the little understanding I have of life, (I believe one can never get to understand life holistically) the things that matter will be people in our real lives and only the real people matter. 

There is enough ado about being the social media king and queen but who really gives? I mean seriously, your remembrance of them in their entire lives will not equal the time you spend drinking up a not-so-tasty cup of coffee. You're that irrelevant. Every person needs to identify what is important to him or her in their online social circuit and use it to their advantage and not try to fit in 'everywhere'. It should be decided in the light of self-improvement, knowledge-gaining, humour seeking and harmlessly entertaining.

Last week I read that a 17 year girl committed suicide because her parents admonished her for spending long hours in Facebook. From when did Facebook become THAT important that it out ruled every sensible reason that should not be out ruled? I used to abuse social media later to realise its not taking me anywhere. I got wasted as a person. Like I always say, all things need to be taken in moderation and with a grain of salt. 

With conviction, you gain perspective and its never late; cause this menace will not have a full stop unless it begins with you.

That Night in the Rains

 

We were at the hapless Domino's that night wrapping up our dinner and suddenly heard the thundering of the
sky, before we could settle to the thought it might rain, there was a downpour. The sound of the heavens clashing and a scintillating weather that wearied almost every mundane weariness was a beauty. We could not even stand there at the entrance of that eating joint to watch the rains as the heavy dews were ferocious.

After restlessly waiting about 7-12mins, my husband proposed something. In a jiffy we were outside embracing the spine chilling Niagara and was thoroughly drenched before we could fully get down the stairs on to the parking lot. I felt the top layer of my skin benumb as the refrigerating winds chilled me to my bone. Though I complain so much, it was a phenomenal 20 minutes ride I may not forget (I don't trust my memory though :P). My husband accelerated his bike and went on against the deluge wooting and making excitable noises shuddering off his numbness and tingling. Being a pillion, I took maximum comfort hiding behind my husband's vast shoulders, holding my hands together prayerfully and sneakily looking up even as my jaws kept kicking each other in continuous rhythm.

The ride was exhilarating. The raindrops felt like dragon clonks, poking and hitting our eyes, forehead, face and everywhere. Our vision got blur as the torrents evaded our focus making us lose direction even as the black clouds got darker. With much haste and careful judgement we rode home ardently. My husband thoroughly enjoyed the ride and I enjoyed admiring him even as he got impishly eccentric watching the rains and drenching himself in its sleet with sheer joy. Its so true that the young at heart are the ones who can laugh at anything and enjoy even the little things in life.

I felt magical. There was a new-found love for my husband as I watched him choosing to get wet and wanting me to be a part of this rhapsody. That night in the rains inched me closer to his love, making my marriage a little more stronger.

What Jesus did in my Life.

By Confessing the Power in the Blood of Jesus,

* I have gotten over continuous guilt and condemnation
* Been healed of sicknesses and ailments
* Received deliverance from sinful pleasures
* Received grace to complete my tasks promptly and perfectly
* Have forsaken bad attitude and awry characters
* Helped in overcoming lofty thinking, pride, bitterness, anger and lust
* Received peace of mind, body and soul
* Helped me appreciate and value even small little blessings
* Has made me grateful for the things I have
* Taught me to trust in the Lord at all times
* Encouraged me in times of distress and peril
* Received new hope and comfort

I am sorry Pa.

I can hear the sobs in my heart,
The thoughts in my head are reeling
My spirit within is turbulent and my
heart is aching in despair.

I did not mean it dad,
My folly took over me,
You are the synonym of love and affection,
I can never think of you bad.

I was in a cheery mood and said something.
I did not think enough,
I was obviously an idiot.
But I wish you'd know me enough.

Sorry seems to be the smallest word right now
How much ever I mean it.
A hurting word certainly cannot be taken back,
Even if it was for fun & without any faulty intention

But I want you to know daddy,
I will never repeat it again,
Never Ever,
You can trust me on that.

Because I have no life without your love.
I can do no thing without your blessing.
I am sorry daddy,
I really am.

If Only Chocolates were Men

She thinks food, grabs a chocolate
She feels bored, grabs a chocolate

She's disturbed, grabs a chocolate
She's relaxed, grabs a chocolate

She feels betrayed, grabs a chocolate
She feels lost, grabs a chocolate

She feels good, grabs a chocolate
She feels not-so-good, grabs a chocolate

She's delighted, grabs a chocolate
She's depressed, grabs a chocolate


She thinks sex, grabs a chocolate. 
She thinks chocolate, grabs a chocolate

..and I've *not* been having chocolates for a while now, and I am she.
This is life.