Dreaming BIG…..,

...following it and reaching the Zenith…. Things oft read in biographies of great people or celebrities…. If you ask me what made me think about this now, it’s a few real life incidents which I happened to listen to from others and read from the newspaper…
This one being the most striking one(the one from the paper)- The story about a Marwari girl from a village, who got married at the age of 18, later going as high up the ladder of success ,as being the first woman of Indian origin to hold the post of the President of a University in the US…. I wonder, am I too content with where I stand? Happy with the secure life I’m enjoying? Am I dreaming not big enough and hence my chances of reaching heights, sleek?
It’s confusing…
Dreams are many… even the smallest ones seem impossible at times… Though the stories of the most impossible dreams coming true are projected, isn’t the contrary more common? People getting disappointed and dejected, when they don’t achieve what they want? I’ve often felt it’s easier to dream and reach great heights when you have nothing to lose and you have to start from scratch….In the end, I think it’s easier taking things the way they come your way….no high hopes or their fall….
But I’m sure each of us have our secret dreams, big and small, as is human nature to want more and more…. Hope all of them come true, with hard work or ease ….



These are just the various thoughts I had in the last 2 days, a reflection of my confused mind, as is evident from the many question marks in between…

NOSTALGIA.....

Glass Bangles…….. just happened to dig them out of the bag in which they’ve remained unpacked, ever since we shifted form Mumbai .That was 2 and a half years back, part of the back packing we’ve always had and got used to, in fact enjoyed a lot of times..

Yes the bangles.. Blue and red…. they took me down the memory lane…. Back to our old house in Kizhakkumpattukara, our first own sweet house(which is no more ours),the only place we’ve stayed for 7 years together, where we’ve most of our childhood memories. As I write this, I miss our bedroom there, painted Mauve as per our choice, where we used to arrange Christmas and new year cards during this season on our window…

And these bangles were bought from an old man who used to come there especially during the Onam vacations ,calling out “kuppivala….” And my mother would call him and buy us bangles…. Now it seems like a distant past.
Things I doubt my children will get to see, experience or enjoy….



p.s. for the 1 or 2 readers I’ve got, I hope this one has some improvement…
and due to technical difficulties, wasn’t sure if this baby of mine would get delivered
today…and if it hadn’t, probably it would’ve become a miscarriage