A Magical Wand - My Painting Brush

I wanted to give life for trees, colors for leaves,
Wanted to make the world beautiful.

Wandered all around my place,
To look out for the hidden secret,
Found a magical wand,
Hidden in a bag of cloth.

Took it out and asked,
"Where were you out of my sight these days?",
Puzzled by the response,
" I was here but you couldn't find me these days"

I held it, kissed it and hugged it,
For coming back in my life.
For it was the one who was always with me,
Inspiring and encouraging the very purpose of me...

Munjane hotnalli ondu blogpost..

@7.53am                                                                           18/06/'16

It's been past one and a half hour that I am jumping from one blog to another. Blog from an entrepreneur Adii Pienaar to an engineer srinidhi's prapancha to blog on book review to many which I dont recall but bookmarked the favourite ones carefully for future reference to finally Times of India epaper.

Writing is all about perspective I would say. The things that matter most to people. For some, it's business that matters most. But for some, it's relationship. For few, providing reviews of the books, whereas for few, it's about the trending technologies. But the fact is all are oriented towards a common goal - "penning down".

Writing their perception, ideas, thought process of whatever they are passionate about is all that it makes.

But one post grabbed my interest. It's by founder and ex-ceo of Woo themes - "writing for myself".

I force myself to communicate what I'm thinking and how I'm feeling. So especially on those days where everything just feels like a confused struggle, writing allows me to give some structure to that chaos.

And with structure comes clarity.

Writing for myself is like sitting with a therapist and just spilling some guts. The therapist doesn't say anything in return; they just sit, listen and allow me to try make sense of my world.

It time travelled my thoughts back to the days where once I would have soft copies of my journal to the times when I started penning down my thoughts in the notepads.

In fact, his words are true. I would write not to impress anyone. But just to know myself, have clarity on the things going around me, the changes within myself. I believe there is nothing wrong in knowing ourselves and the changes around us. Don't you agree?

Thanks to all the writers, who keep the writing spirit high though in various languages, providing a new angle to think!!

One evening near the window on Summer day !!

@5.40pm                                                15/05/'16

Probably as my usual habit, I would take a pen and a notepad to start penning down my thoughts. But thanks to technology which has made the things bit easier than before.

I have heard and read of people sitting near windows or in the attic during summer days and doing their pastime or something which interests them which might be reading books, painting, watching the distant sites, playing with kids, etc etc..
Well, though it is summer days, I don't have vacation as I would have had in schools and colleges. I wish I would have one this time.

Wishes apart, I was going through the chain of memories as I sat by the window during summer days this weekend, watching my sister lying on the bed, fan running at its maximum speed, looking at the maximum possible distant object I could glimpse at.
Memories rolled down through my eyes, how I came to Bangalore and my stay here, the people i met, the steps I took to continue my career, the best and the worst lessons that the city taught me!!

But somewhere at the corner of my heart, I still wonder and ask in astonishment, why do I like this city? What is making me to be at peace though I have no kith and kin known to me in this unknown place?

It's like I am a known constant among the unknown variables. Probably, it might be the love,respect and support from friends and beloved family though they are at far off distance from me makes me strong and stay at peace here Or is it for the reason that I love the people around me? The reason is still an unknown discovery to me.

There is a saying which goes as below,
"Family isn't always the blood. It's the people in your life who wants you in their's. The one who accepts you for who you are. The ones who would do anything to see you smile and who love you no matter what!"

The amount of love and support I have received from my friends wherever I am staying, though few have turned out to be strangers when I needed them the most, leaving them aside, has made me call them as my another FAMILY in Bangalore.

I sometimes, recollect the words from the movie "English Vinglish"-

"Meera ... Kevin ... This marriage is a beautiful thing. It is the most special friendship of two people who are equal.

Life is a long journey. Meera, sometimes you will feel you are less.Kevin, sometimes you will also feel you are less than Meera. Try to help each other to feel equal. It will be nice.

Sometimes married couples don't even know how the other is feeling. So ... how will they help the other? Does it mean the marriage is finished? No. That is the time you have to help yourself.

Nobody can help you better than you. If you do that, you will return back feeling equal. Your friendship will return back. Your life will be beautiful.

Meera ... Kevin ... maybe you're very busy but have [a] family ... son ... daughter. In this big world [it is] your small little world. It will make you feel so good.

Family ... family can never be ... never be ... never be judgmental. Family will never put you down, will never make you feel small. Family is the only one who will never laugh at your weaknesses. Family is the only place where you will always get love and respect."

Though the former part is irrelevant to my context, but the later part is all about it!!

Thanks Bengaluru for introducing me to, and giving me another FAMILY here !! Hope my "Bangalore Days" go well till I am here.!!