Fly, fly little wing
Fly beyond imagining
The softest cloud, the whitest dove
Upon the wind of heaven's love
Past the planets and the stars
Leave this lonely world of ours
Escape the sorrow and the pain
And fly again
Fly, fly precious one
Your endless Journey has begun
Take your gentle happiness
Far too beautiful for this
Cross over to the other shore
There is peace all one word
But hold this mem'ry bittersweet
Until we meet.
Fly, fly do not fear
Don't waste a breath, don't shed a tear
Your heart is pure, your soul is free
Be on your way, don't wait for me
Above the universe you'll climb
On beyond the hands of time
The moon will rise, the sun will set
But I won't forget
Fly, fly little wing
Fly, where only angels sing
Fly away, the time is right
Go now, find the light.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
A BREAK
Went out of the house after quite long today with baba. He took me out for lunch because practically i had stopped taking meals after Boo left. It always feels like somethings stuck in my throat that i can neither swallow nor throw up.....gosh... i have become a sadist. But can anybody really help sometimes? Guess not.
Everything i do right from when i wake up in the morning reminds me of her....how she would want me to wake up early so that she gets her favourite Marie Biscuit when i take my first sip of tea. Then she would sit with me all day, watching me, following me with her eyes and doing silly things to get my attention like sliding and sneaking inside a plastic bag pretending she is a voracious hunter!!! She enjoyed when i pounced on the bag that would make a rustling sound..... made her feel i was the prey or may be the other way round. Then i would snuggle her and she would lie down to get a belly rub.....she loved it! I stare at the bag sometimes wishing she would jump right out of it like one of Santa's gifts from his big bag of mystery. Silly!
I light a candle every evening beside her grave, doesnt make me feel any better though.... i would not forget to remember her but i believe that the warmth of the light the candle emits might reach her deep down and keep her warm like the times when i embraced her and she would never feel alone. I love you Boo, you are and will always be my best buddy.
Everything i do right from when i wake up in the morning reminds me of her....how she would want me to wake up early so that she gets her favourite Marie Biscuit when i take my first sip of tea. Then she would sit with me all day, watching me, following me with her eyes and doing silly things to get my attention like sliding and sneaking inside a plastic bag pretending she is a voracious hunter!!! She enjoyed when i pounced on the bag that would make a rustling sound..... made her feel i was the prey or may be the other way round. Then i would snuggle her and she would lie down to get a belly rub.....she loved it! I stare at the bag sometimes wishing she would jump right out of it like one of Santa's gifts from his big bag of mystery. Silly!
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Something more...
Another day without her.....the pain never goes does it? But it does subside and turns to guilt and you feel that you couldnt do anything for her. But then again you console yourself that you had done what was under your ability....but your heart says " it was not enough".
She was going to have a baby, the complications lead to a surgery that never cured her. The thing that haunts me is that she was in perfect health just two weeks back, she would never leave my side and would get jealous if even my dad patted me. Instinctively she would come and sit on my lap as if to cover the whole of me......it was, as if i belonged to her.....it felt like heaven. I miss calling out her name and she would run to me from some secret place of her's.
Coming back home is never the same anymore. Not seeing her greeting me warmly makes me feel like i do not belong to this place. Strange isnt it? Feeling so lonely when there are so many people in the house. But she was family too.....my haven. Amazing how such a petite being can create such a huge difference.
I know it hurts a lot....beyond definition when such a member leaves the family but the joy they leave behind stays forever. I really feel sorry for those unfortunates who cannot see beyond their own self, cannot realise they can contribute so much to the society and more to themselves by helping our little friends who may not be a human and have the intellect to decipher ideas but deserve the respect any life should.
She was going to have a baby, the complications lead to a surgery that never cured her. The thing that haunts me is that she was in perfect health just two weeks back, she would never leave my side and would get jealous if even my dad patted me. Instinctively she would come and sit on my lap as if to cover the whole of me......it was, as if i belonged to her.....it felt like heaven. I miss calling out her name and she would run to me from some secret place of her's.
Coming back home is never the same anymore. Not seeing her greeting me warmly makes me feel like i do not belong to this place. Strange isnt it? Feeling so lonely when there are so many people in the house. But she was family too.....my haven. Amazing how such a petite being can create such a huge difference.
I know it hurts a lot....beyond definition when such a member leaves the family but the joy they leave behind stays forever. I really feel sorry for those unfortunates who cannot see beyond their own self, cannot realise they can contribute so much to the society and more to themselves by helping our little friends who may not be a human and have the intellect to decipher ideas but deserve the respect any life should.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
CAT-A-TROPHY
"A cat can be your friend but never your slave". True, isn't it. Her name was Boo, dont know why i called her that but the name somehow complemented her sweet and short appearance. The brown and white pattern of her fur was unique in its own way. She had two shades of brown precisely. The darker shade encircled her olive green eyes. I loved those eyes. They appeared golden when she looked at the sun.
I found her when she was very young, an infant to be precise, so helpless, the mother couldnt feed her presumably. As days went by, i watched her grow, never thought she would be so beautiful. I was the proud mother now! The funny thing about raising a cat, or any animal so to say is that they never really grow old like human babies and learn to talk and think and be vocal about their pain. They are like 'forever babies', only their instincts become stronger and you have to mold yourself to understand their ways of expressing fear, fun, happiness, anxiety, pain. But lets face it....who are we kidding? No human has time to notice their silly gestures that can make you laugh so hard that your stomach aches!!!I would stay up all night when she used to fall sick. Its remarkable how we used to communicate without saying a word....a relationship so unconditional. It never mattered to her how i looked, if i was rich or handicapped for that matter. We just enjoyed each other's company and loved being together. She was my reason to come home at the end of the day despite all the disagreements between the members of my family. I never recieved a more warm welcome. People often try to find happiness, she was mine....amazing how easily i could be happy around her. I loved watching her gobble up her food and lick her own face with such delight. It satiated my hunger.
The house seems so empty without her. Its winter and i miss her cuddling up on my lap. Never made a difference to others though. I pity those who never found the peace when she would fall asleep in the arms with so much of trust in her touch. I miss the smell of her sun-burnt fur when she would stretch out under the sun. Sometimes she would call out and her 'meaow' ended in a yawn....that was her cutest act. I feel i will choke when i think of her ....it was hard to breathe when i buried her lifeless body. She was a part of my soul torn away. It was not her time to leave but destiny is always uncertain. I will always love her and i hope she will too. This piece is dedicated to my cat, my daughter as i called her....you will always be remembered.
A Message by George Carlin
I found this article on the notice board of my office and was really intrigued by the thoughts that was expressed in it by George Carlin. Thought I would share it. But before that i would like to write a few words about him.
George Carlin was an American stand-up comedian of the 70's and the 80's and was considered as one of the best of his times. He was particularly noted for his black humour as well as insights on politics, the English Language, psychology , religion and various taboo subjects. For more than five decades, the multi-award-winning comedian George Carlin used his razor sharp humor to point out hypocrisy in people’s actions and words.
Its absolutely amazing how he has expressed himself in this article....so very eloquent and appropriate. This is what he had to say....
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways but narrower viewpoints. We spend more but have less, we buy more but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge but less judgment, more experts yet more problems, more medicines but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom and hate too often.
We have learned how to make a living but not a life. We've added years to life , not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom but not our prejudice. We write more but learn less. We plan more but accomplish less. We've learned to rush but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever but we communicate less and less.
These are the times for fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses but broken homes. These are the days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies and pills that do everything from cheer to quiet to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you and a time when you can choose either to share this insight or to just hit delete....
Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
George Carlin was an American stand-up comedian of the 70's and the 80's and was considered as one of the best of his times. He was particularly noted for his black humour as well as insights on politics, the English Language, psychology , religion and various taboo subjects. For more than five decades, the multi-award-winning comedian George Carlin used his razor sharp humor to point out hypocrisy in people’s actions and words.
Its absolutely amazing how he has expressed himself in this article....so very eloquent and appropriate. This is what he had to say....
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways but narrower viewpoints. We spend more but have less, we buy more but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge but less judgment, more experts yet more problems, more medicines but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom and hate too often.
We have learned how to make a living but not a life. We've added years to life , not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom but not our prejudice. We write more but learn less. We plan more but accomplish less. We've learned to rush but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever but we communicate less and less.
These are the times for fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses but broken homes. These are the days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies and pills that do everything from cheer to quiet to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you and a time when you can choose either to share this insight or to just hit delete....
Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
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