Bookmark )-(

I saw a lady reading a book and saving her page through a bookmark..

All of a sudden, i realised how much i have always loved to have them around..

My previous post on Interrupts hed been more on a destructive note..
But my love for bookmarks signifies my intrinsic luv for peace, creativity and a divine light in each one of us, like..

Interrupt is when you find yourself shaking in a earth slide..
But Bookmark is when you stop urself to ponder how will our mother earth survive..

Interrupt is when you find urself injured in a match of soccer.
Bookmark is when you try to push someone's wheel chair while still moving with one arm fractured..

Interrupt is feeling irritated with the constant noise of running vehicles on the ground floor.
Bookmark is like enjoying the serene air while climbing stairs for the 11th floor..
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.Interrupt is when a 10-year old kid has to look at the world thru his thick glasses..

Bookmark is when his father leaves no stone unturned to rekindle his lost faith to be a pilot...

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Interrupt is when you have to cook after every tiring day to quench ur hunger.
But bookmark is when you still feel the urge to share the food with someone who never had a chance to see this beautiful world..

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Interrupts...

The title suggests as if i want to explore somthing dealing with a terrific terminology in electronic engg "Interrupts" or smthing with its Big B "Semaphores"..

Well...i have really bugged myself with it in college days..so no more of it..
Rather more interested in its analogies in the real world, for almost every quarter of the day we find ourselves struggling on smthing not really planned for the day..

Like...

When you're running fast to catch ur train..
Your eyes blink seeing the open shoe lace!

When you switch on the vacuum cleaner to clean the dirty floor..
You suddenly realise that the air bag needs to be changed..

When you want to cook food for your hungry stomach...
You realise that the common salt is no longer visible in ur kitchen..

When you are in the middle of some imp work in office..
And all of a sudden you see cursing urself for forgetting ur friend's bday last weekend..

When you are preparing hard for your entrance test tomorrow..
And suddenly the electricity goes away for the complete night..

And the list is probably endless..

One of my frds read an interesting point somehwere.
He said we shd divide all the possible tasks in 4 quadrants..
This way the probability of forgetting tasks is highly reduced..

1 Important and Urgent
2. Urgent but not important
3. Important but not urgent
4. Not important and not urgent

Sounds good!
But i guess, sonner or later the interrupts get so pleasing to the soul..that you wld just luv their recurrence..

Like when you bend down to tie the lace,
You really want to thank God for all his grace...

With lace i remember my frd had sent a link to register in ..the VODAFONE DELHI HALF MARATHON 2007.........
I am gonna miss this, being out of my homeland :-((
http://vdhm.indiatimes.com/default1.cms

Life keeps on moving here and there, like the steering of the wheel..

I was reading the "chicken soup for the soul" and it left some indelible fingerprints on my mind:

Do i live a life that reflects my love for the things i like??

Do i understand the difference between being intelligent and being wise ??

Is the curiosity and quest inside me sufficient enough for me to rise ??

Do i really understand the value of the compliment given to my parents,
for being able to nurture thier children so bright??

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Probably..i dont know what to say...
But surely these thoughts catch my mind!!

Ending this post with Neil Diamond's song..

Girl, You'll be a Woman soon!
A lovely one!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=57q3kq4FP2o

They never get tired of putting me down
And I'll never know when I come around
What I'm gonna find
Don't let them make up your mind.
Don't you know...

Girl, you'll be a woman soon,
Please, come take my hand
Girl, you'll be a woman soon,
Soon, you'll need a man

I've been misunderstood for all of my life
But what they're saying girl it cuts like a knife
"The boy's no good"
Well I've finally found what I'm a looking for
But if they get their chance they'll end it for sure
Surely would
Baby I've done all I could
Now it's up to you...

Girl, you'll be a woman soon,
Please, come take my hand
Girl, you'll be a woman soon,
Soon, you'll need a man...

The Budding Mind..

I am all rejuvenated after having a wonderful weekend with my family members in London..
Really amazing were the moments i spent with my cousin's 5 year old kid..

After meeting him, i realised that we shd never underestimate the power of small small tools..
How much there is to learn,

the sad part is we often fail to observe..


As we grow, we tend to become so much self centred...
The world ard starts revolving ard us only..


We hate to grow..
Thinking that we have already grown..


We fail to listen..
Thinking that only what we think makes sense..


We forget to love n hug..
Which is perhaps the easiest way to smoothen the stretched muscle..


And the worst..
We fail n forget to think.....
And in the process curse those who still attempt to think!


I thought of taking a small interview of my nephew, and his answers really surprised me:


Pooja: Why is night dark?
Ajinkya: Because all the dark clouds come up.

Pooja: Why do you eat food?
Ajinkya: To keep healthy.



Pooja:next question is..
Ajinkya: Let me ask you some questions now !!!!



Ajinkya: Why do we eat and drink?
Pooja: To enjoy life.



Ajinkya: Why do rabbits eat and drink?
Pooja: ( thinking what to say).. To keep healthy.

Ajinkya: To hop around as they like to hop around..



I guess it was half past nine:

Ajinkya: Bua, look at the other side of the window..

Can you see my room.

This is called reflection..´



For a moment, i felt so happy...So proud of him and his parents..who r really working hard helping their child grow..



No doubt, on an average we all have worked hard in our school days..

But did we really work thinking of smthing as creative as Archimedes principle..

We have become so good in cramming...and the logical part of the brain was often untouched..



I really wish to revive the thinking cells in me..

That make me feel good..

So that next time when i meet a child..

I just dont extract things from him..

But rather help him flourish in this universe so wide..



And the next time i visit a library..

I dont have to give a second thought

for any book meant for dummies,

dealing with the topics

i have already read

once or twice!

You're Beautiful !

I found this lovely song in my frd's collection a day back..
And i just can't stop myself singing n listening this whenever i get time.....
I am so fascinated with this song that i dont even feel like packing my bag for london..My flight is just a few hours away and i have loads of office work to finish as well..

I have added this song in my playlist as well....
This post is dedicated to all the great souls who have at any point of time realised the beauty of a soul......
The intrinsic beauty of heart.....
The serenity of nature...

For the lyrics:
http://www.jamesblunt.com/songs/beautiful.html


My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.

You're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.

I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,'
Cause I'll never be with you.

And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.

You're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.

There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,I will never be with you...

I miss you Mom..

Yesterday, i visited Cologne with my new South Indian frds..Kavitha and Bindu..both from Banglore..

Somehow, till date i have liked almost everybody from Banglore..really want to be a part of this city's life for a long span!!

The trip was quite amazing..many factors contributing to it..fst being all gal's group...n all the excitement associated with the magic no. 3..


Like in my school days...It was KAP

...........Khayati Anu Pooja..pakki yaari..

College days

........... Shailly Dolly Polly.......Polly being me!!

Childhood days.......

Nidhi Neera Pooja........We 3 sisters...

Shrey Mummy Pooja...Mummy being the moderator when i n my brother fight..

Papa Nanaji Pooja.......group consisting of 3 gen..We 3 think so much alike..

Masti time with cousins........

Divya Shruti Pooja..

Garima Neeraj Pooja..

And the sweetest..

Smriti Nandy Pooja..My loveliest nieces..the apple of everybodys' eyes!!!


Coming back to Cologne.....we spent a lot of time at the Cathedral, Chocolate museum, Ludwig museum..and one antique shop..

After visiting Ludwig museum, i really felt blessed..a wonderful piece of art..

The place made me feel that either i shd leave everythng n join an art course or i shd really strive to do some wonders in my current occupation..
There is no fun living just a normal life..


Nowadays i am reading Mitch Albom's novel..." For one more Day"..

http://www.foronemoreday.com/

It beautifully describes the unending love of a mother for her son who has lost the battle in almost every sphere of life..A heartbroken guy who is not even invited to his own daughter's wedding..


How she comes back to earth to give a new meaning to his life..

Though i have just finished half of it..i really want to express my thanks to Mitch for presenting such a wonderful piece of fiction..

Here i go, with a poem..(my fst attempt with fiction though..)..in an attempt to decipher the magic of 3-letter word Mom..

When you climbed those steps to heaven..

With that red shawl n lipper so red..

I did not realise, i will miss you Mom...

Today when i want you to meet the love of my life,

I miss you Mom..

When i fall sick n all your herbal remedies i look for,

I miss you Mom..

When i wait unendingly for that special Birthday kiss,

I miss you Mom..

When i fail to cook tasty food for my father,

I miss you Mom..

When i fail to convince my smoking n drinking brother,

I miss you Mom..

When i see a new dress n think of all those lovely home-made dresses,

I miss you Mom..

When my siblings crave for the listening ear of their mother,

I miss you Mom..

When i shout at others n seek for forgiveness,

I miss you Mom..

When i take your hanky n soak it with my tears,

I miss you Mom..

When we all sit tghter at festival time n forget in between the deity's prayer,

I miss you Mom..

But when i close my eyes..

I find you being all around..

That same lovely face..

That same lovely smile..

and i find you so near..

That rangoli of love

made while wrapping joys in the form of tear..

filled with the love n respect for truth with no fear..

That makes me wish..

to carry forward this beautiful legacy..

with all my determination and a prayer..

For in each and every life of mine..

I wish you n only you to be my mother..

I love you Mom..

I never heard of "Haryana"

Today i waited for my train 20+ minutes both side..

And a very disappointing event happened..
I dropped by an Indian to ask him if he could understand the announcement in German, broadcasting the reason for train's delay..

Then as usual..Where are you from..
Stranger:I am from Tamil Nadu..
Are you from Punjab..
Pooja: No. I am from Haryana..

Stranger: I don't know Haryana..never heard of it..
Pooja(with anger on her face): You don't know one of the states of India..
Stranger(with blind confidence): I don't knoooooooooooow.........I am from Tamil Nadu..
Pooja: sign of utter disappointment..

I go back to my seat!!!!

What a sheer disappointment....
Well, i am also no better.....
Sometimes i also behave like a naive..
And sometimes..even i fail to improve even after a dozen reminders..

To quote one of them,,, when i keep on moving my hands to n fro while talking..
And this has really increased after i have started communicating with Germans..
When hands' moments remain the only easy way to communicate..

In India, i used to get so many reminders from my family members that this is surely not the right way..
But i never wanted to get rid of this bad habit.. as i cld not trace any reason for not doing it..

A few days back, my frd gave me a good logic..and i surely accept it..

When in ur sub-conscious mind, you find yourself short of words..you tend to use ur hands..
So the best way to control this habit is to improve your vocab..
Watch readers on BBC CNN..
Read more and more..

I surely take this advice ..the one with a logic..
And i hope i improve upon this...

Rather i feel, every small task that we do from brushing our teeth..to hugging our nephew niece..to attending a phone call..to cleaning utensils..to listening a song...to passing a smile..to cooking some tasty food.. everything shd be done with all our heart..there shd be no void inside or outside..

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From music i remember..

I have recently started liking one song a lot:

The boulevard of broken dreams: Green Day

http://www.links2love.com/lyrics_greenday_boulevard.htm

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I walk a lonely road


The only one that I have ever known


Don't know where it goes


But it's home to me and I walk alone



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I walk this empty street


On the boulevard of broken dreams

Where the city sleeps


And I'm the only one and I walk alone


I walk alone I walk alone


I walk alone I walk a-[CHORUS:]
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My shadow's the only one that walks beside me


My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating


Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me


'Till then I walk alone
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I'm walking down the line


That divides me somewhere in my mind


On the border line of the edge


And where I walk alone..................