Chocolate ice cream sings!!

This is an extract from a mail I received. It's beautiful and worth a share. So rather than forwarding it I chose to put it on my blog :)

For those who understand, no explanation is needed. For those who do not
understand, no explanation is possible.

One day I had lunch with some friends.  Jim , a short, balding golfer type about 80 years old, came along with them---all in all, a pleasant bunch. When the menus were presented, we ordered salads, sandwiches, and soups, except for Jim who said, "Ice Cream, please. Two scoops, chocolate.” I wasn't sure my ears heard right, and the others were aghast. "Along with heated apple pie," Jim added, completely unabashed. We tried to act quite nonchalant, as if people did this all the time.. But when our orders were brought out, I didn't enjoy mine. I couldn't take my eyes off Jim as his pie a-la-mode went down. The other guys couldn't believe it. They ate their lunches silently and grinned.

The next time I went out to eat, I called and invited Jim. I lunched on
white meat tuna. He ordered a parfait. I smiled. He asked if he amused me I
answered, "Yes, you do, but also you confuse me. How come you order rich desserts,
while I feel I must be sensible?” He laughed and said “I’m tasting all that is
possible. I try to eat the food I need, and do the things I should. But life's so
short, my friend, I hate missing out on something good. This year I realized how
old I was. (He grinned) I haven't been this old before.So, before I die, I've
got to try those things that for years I had ignored. I haven't smelled all the
flowers yet. There are too many trout streams I haven't fished. There's more fudge
sundaes to wolf down and kites to be flown overhead. There are too many golf
courses I haven't played. I've not laughed at all the jokes. I've missed a lot of
sporting events and potato chips and cokes. I want to wade again in water and feel
ocean spray on my face. I want to sit in a country church once more and thank God
for His grace. I want peanut butter every day spread on my morning toast. I want
un-timed long distance calls to the folks I love the most. I haven't cried at all
the movies yet, or walked in the morning rain. I need to feel wind on my face. I
want to be in love again. So, if I choose to have dessert, instead of having
dinner, then should I die before night fall, I'd say I died a winner, because I
missed out on nothing. I filled my heart's desire. I had that final chocolate
mousse before my life expired.."

With that, I called the waitress over.. "I've changed my mind, " I said. "I want what he is having, only add some more whipped cream!"

Live well, love much & laugh often - Be happy. Happiness isn't based on possessions, power, or prestige, but on relationships with people we like and respect. Remember that While money talks, Chocolate Ice Cream Sings!

Tantrums, Popcorns,Cookies and Smiles!!!

“Ooooo Khushi ki daadi..!!!”  shouts Ranvir.

Wondering what’s going on? Here, Khushi is my niece. Ranvir and Simar are her friends, and they’re twins. They are all five and a half.

“Khushi ki daadi” is my mother and of course Khushi’s grandmother.

“Ooooooo Khushi ki daadi..!!!” shouts Ranvir again, this time with more force, an angry pout and a set expression that says : TEMPER TANTRUM ON ITS WAY!!!

“What happened Ranvir?” asks Maa, all concerned.

“I’m going back home!!” replies Ravir, pouting some more and fighting back angry tears.

“What happened beta? Did you have a fight with Khushi or Simar?” asks Maa with a NOT AGAIN expression on her face. 

Ranvir swallows before answering and says, “Khushi ki daadi , see how Khushi is behaving. She is not playing with me. She plays only with Simar.” 

And the dam bursts. Big fat tears roll down his eyes. He tries to push them back with his fists, fighting the embarrassment that accompanies the act of crying in front of people. Maa starts to soothe him a little. 

But he’s not done with the complain. Hic-up one, then a two, then a three and he is ready to speak again, “ You know Khushi ki daadi , I am so busy. I go to school, I go for English tuition, I go for Hindi tuition, and I go for so many more. Then I also have to sit and study at home. I don’t get time to play. In the very little time I get Khushi doesn’t even play with me. She plays with Simar. She has no time for me!!”

Even before Maa attempts to pacify him Khushi shouts from the stairs, “Daadi, Ranvir is not the only one who is busy. I go for my dance classes on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, I go for Yoga every morning and I have to do homework too. And Simar and I are playing with dolls. Ranvir doesn’t want to be their doctor!!!”

“Why do I have to be the doctor always? And they keep dressing up the dolls and making up their hair all the time. They don’t bring them to me for injection.” Retorts Ranvir.

“But the dolls are not ill, so why should we bring them to you?” says Simar.

All three of them look at Maa daring her to take sides. Oops!!! It’s a die or die situation for her.

Maa is dumbfounded. She looks at me, I guess pleading for help. But I’m dumbstruck too. All I can do is shrug my shoulders. 

Amidst the mayhem a mouthwatering smell of warm, freshly made popcorns travelling from the kitchen fills the sitting room.

 With a lot of inhibitions Maa asks the agitators, “Will anyone have popcorns?”

 

“I will, I will” shout Khushi and Simar in unison and start giggling. Ranvir looks interested but is still grumpy.

Maa thinks ‘two down, one to go!!’ 

“How about some hide n seek biscuits?” she asks.

“Ranvir loves them daadi. He can eat them all you know!! Isn’t it Ranvir?”pops in Khushi with awe on her face. Simar giggles. 

“Yes I can eat all of them. And more. But I will eat the popcorns too!!” he makes sure. And finally gives a big bright smile. 

Maa looks relieved. PHEW!! Close call. Thanks to the lifesaving snacks.

Tight schedules and complaining to friends about time; these used to be adult territories. Not anymore. A bunch of five year olds can complain about all these. I wish adults could sort things out with something as simple as popcorns and cookies.

The innocence of being a five year old is so endearing that I sometimes envy the very simplicity of it. :)

A Trespassing...

A mystery often leaves you with a sense of intrigue, an overwhelming curiosity and time and again it leaves you with goosebumps. I bumped into one this morning.

I am reading Lee Iacocca’s autobiography. So coming across something like this, while reading the life-story of a management guru, was more than unexpected. I bought this book about four and a half years back from the second hand market for books in Buldi. But I didn’t somehow manage to start reading it till now.

And I am barely a hundred pages down and a page falls out. It looks like it has seen better days, smells like old books do, it’s as brown as old paper can get and the ink on it is a faded washed out blue. I picked it up. I couldn’t unfold it with ease as the folds were so well defined by now that I feared tearing it. 

Then I read it. This is what it said :

“Every moment with each other is a celebration. And why should it not be? We don’t need reasons. Our being together is reason enough to celebrate. I want us to live like every moment we spend with each is the first and only moment we’ll ever have. Every time we say “I love you”, it should feel like the first time, as it does.

These little lessons will never let the magic of our relationship fade away. The magic will always be there as it is now.

                                                                                                                                                                                               Yours forever

P.S. : Will be waiting for you at the coffee house at 5:30 pm tomorrow. I love you. “

I then wondered for a long time who the writer might have been, did the note ever reach its destination and how was the meeting at coffee house. Of course I can never find answers to these. But there is something about a love note that strikes a chord with the romantic in me. It left this smile on my face as I watched the rains from my window.

So I found a love note in the autobiography of a management top-notch from the automobile industry. And it left me with intrigue, curiosity, goosebumps and a feeling of TRESPASSING. Trespassing into the life of an unknown, faceless stranger.

The sweetest bread ever....:)

Its only recently that I started driving my car : My brand new i10 - white magna 1.2...!!! My pride and one of the very few obsessions I've had in my life.... Well it was a Sunday yesterday and unlike all the other sundays gone by I woke up, not so lazy and smiling happily....I was taking my i10 for a drive..( Sunday mornings are dedicated to my car these days :) :) :)  :p) 
I was about to pick my keys and rush out when maa called out from behind and said , "Where are you off to at 8 a.m. in the morning that too on a sunday??"  (The expression on her face said "are u alright?? Are you really sparing me the trouble of dragging you out of bed??" )
I said ,"Drive pe..." So like moms do, she thought, lets get some work done out of her...shouldn't miss such an opportunity. So she said, "get some bread on your way. I don't feel like working too hard on your breakfast today."  And I thought , God its Sunday and there isn't going to be anything special on the breakfast menu.
Well then I drove off to the bakery and bought a packet of bread. It was the first time I ever went shopping in my car. Came home then. Maa made some tea and my breakfast was JUST tea and bread.
But one single  bite of the bread and it felt like heaven. It was the sweetest bread I had ever tasted. But it probabaly din't seem that special to maa. She was looking at me with this quizzical expression on her face. So I said ,"I got this in my car maa...Its the best bread ever....the sweetest bread ever.."
Maa gave me the MERI BETI PAAGAL HO GAYI HAI kinda looks...
but kya kare????  I love my car....truly madly deeply....

Walk a while with me

I know that time is short,

I know the burden grows.

I know I've got to move,

On strange and darkened roads.

But is it too much to ask from you,

To walk along with me?

Don't carry my burden

Just walk along with me.

So that I forget for a while I carry it,

and my heart seems a little free.

Is it too much to ask from you,

To walk along with me?

So that when I get tired and want to wait a while,

I might have you smile at me.

And somehow may get a chance,

To smile like I never saw pain,never felt defeated.

If only for a while let me smile,

Just walk a while with me...