Timeline

The journey will conclude

And the travel will end

Standing at the last stop

I will surely look back

The trail I have travelled

Diversions I took, people I met

Some long halts, few rutted rides

Refreshing strolls, racing in time

All that I did, all that I said

Souvenirs I kept, gifts I parted

The last glance on the road

A smile will roll up

My eyes will sparkle

What a voyage it was!

Just to earn that moment                                                                            

I am investing in my timeline…

©Charu Gupta and potpourri of life.

Why!!?

Summer vacations and kids- What would be your reaction for this combo?  Well, for kids it’s their big slice of ‘me time’! Holiday home work, travel, food and fun; and of course, lots of stories! They want to fill their heart with delight to the brim as if life is now and in this very moment (lot to learn from kids!).

And for parents what does this combo mean?

Keeping kids engaged and constructively charged during long vacations is a titanic task and currently I’m doing the exact same thing! Somehow I managed pretty well with my son’s desires for the perfect vacations except one!

The never ending WHY!

I don’t know how I managed, as a teacher, to answer every ‘why’ of each student with a smile and immense endurance but when it comes to my own child my tolerance goes for a toss!

I know it’s good to be inquisitive but come on; you can’t field each ‘Why’ with equal precision and patience.

“Why does FIFA happen once in four years?”

“Why did Messi miss the penalties?”

“Why can’t I play outside whenever I want?”

“Why do you allow more screen time to didi?”

“Why don’t you allow us to have chips more often?”

It’s a never ending attack of ‘Whys’ without any option to duck!

Difficult task, isn’t it?

But the irony is that we are always ready to ask ‘Whys’ in life….. just try to recall how many ‘Whys’ do we ask in a day?

Why is this happening to me? Why don’t I have a big home? Why my child has not scored as good marks as my friend’s did? Why my life is not as I wished it to be? Why God has not blessed me with a child? Why am I not as beautiful as my sister? Why am I suffering with this disease even when I lead a healthy life? Why do I have so much of struggle in life? Why is my child ‘specially-abled’? Why everything bad happens only to me? Why am I not happy?

Aren’t you fed-up of asking!?

One day wake up and decide – I will not ask any more whys from life.

Stop trying to find logic and stop being judgmental of the turns, ups and downs in life. Just take each challenge in your stride and keep on striking each ball coming towards you with vigor. We all are players with different style of playing; sometimes it’s a boundary and maybe the very next ball will be a catch.

Not every Why has an answer and the day we stop asking questions from life; we’ll be happy!

 

© 2018 Charu Gupta and Potpourri of life.

 

Five School Girls

Onlookers can vouch; how pretty they look

A bunch of sunflowers, five school girls!

Sipping through the lime, giggling with joy

Oblivious of surrounds; engrossed in the talks

Glitter in their eyes says it all

Life is beautiful; you believe it or not!

If time can stop and moment can freeze

Someone please click this blissful frame

They still, the same, in their forties

Carefree and sassy school girls at heart!

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© 2018 Charu Gupta and Potpourri of life.

 

 

 

Excess Baggage

It’s been three years my mother met her younger daughter and she can’t let go the opportunity to meet her again! My sister flew down to India from US three years back and my mother’s longing to hug her again is easily comprehensible to another mother (me!).

Ticket was booked and one month in hand to pack the suitcases flying. My mommy was super excited to pack all her love and everything Indian for my sis in just those two suitcases (thanks to the limited weight allowed with the airlines).  And she did exactly the same! Spices, homemade pickles, Haldiram’s ladoos, ethnic Fab India kurtas , silk sarees, junk jewelry from Janpath ……phew! You name it and the suitcases have it! Unlimited love for each member of the family was stuffed into the luggage. (As if the mother’s love could encompass into two bags!)

Now the reality check- ‘Suitcases were overweight!’

“Mommy, you can’t fly with this extra baggage; you need to unpack some unwanted stuff.”

Yes! You can’t fly with the extra baggage.

As they say ‘life is a journey’ and it should be travelled light. Many a times I wonder; in spite of all the love for life and people around, why am I not enjoying my travel as I should? There is always something pulling me down. My feet often feel weary. Sometimes, I feel that hurriedness to reach to the destination instead of appreciating the beautiful scenery passing by.

It’s always a constant effort to think positively and feel happy. Breathing courage with each gasp and infusing strength in my will.

Am I carrying some excess baggage?

I guess, yes. I need to throw away few fears; fear of unexpected. I need to dump my anxiety for knowing- ‘what next?’ Need to scrap some expectations (most difficult to part). And most importantly give away the forgiveness! And also forget.

I have to remove everything from my mind that is weighing me down; all the moments and memories.

It’s not easy to let go all that I have accumulated over the years but gradually I have to discard every bit that makes my travel difficult. I’m continuously in the process of winnowing my stuff (thoughts, feelings) till I am light to fly…..

I’m rearranging my luggage and so is mommy!

 

© 2018 Charu Gupta and Potpourri of life.

 

Stack of Homes

One upon another neatly placed

Coloured in a paint of same shade

Grills, windows all alike

Doors and gates of equal size

Zooming above the ground

Resting on the columns

All mounted in identical frame

Kept skillfully along the road

‘The stack of homes’

I ramble; lives in these stacks

How matching routines they have!

 

© 2018 Charu Gupta and Potpourri of life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Last Push….

It was 21st September; I felt this unusual pain in my tummy. It was like high tides; mounting with full aggression and then sinking as a calm wave. The frequency increased. My mother in-law rushed me to the nursing home. Death would be less painful; I was howling and throbbing in that superlative pain.

It was all wet…. My water bag burst!

I was hurried to the delivery room.

“Push! Push with all your strength.” “You have to concentrate and give a strong PUSH!”

I collected all my physical, mental and emotional strength and PUSHED….

My baby! My angel! World of my happiness has finally out in this world!

The umbilical cord connecting you and me was cut….

Leaving behind the comfort and safe abode of her for nine months; from womb to our home.

Soon you experienced all the discomforts and comforts of being alive! You cried to tell- “feed me.” You cried to say- “clean me.” And you smiled to the comfort of my lap; and you giggled to see your dad.

With your tiny feet you took the first step. How ecstatic I felt when the first time you uttered “Ma”!  And each day you grew; adjusting and adapting into the world outside me.

“Push her!” “You have to PUSH her into the school bus…..”

You were sobbing and clenched me. This time it was even more painful….i was not howling but something inside me was dreadfully worried as if a part of me was splitting but again I pushed you out of the comfort and safety of your home into a new world….; I pushed you into this world which is meant for the survival of the fittest.

And the brace between you and me was broken……

Step by step, class by class you raised yourself. You bloomed and equipped yourself to conquer the hearts. One after another you filled the shelves with achievements. You made our cores inflated with pride! Praises, fames, love and respect, all you earned.

“Push!” “Push her…..she needs to go…..”

Ahh! Again for the last time, I have to push you…. Will I be able to survive the pain this time!? Irrespective of the pain and my fate; I’m going to push you into the world of your dreams. Go carve your destiny, live your life as you want. The whole new world is going to unfold for you…. Fly away from the nest because you have to scale the heights and fly beyond the sky! Go! The beautiful life is waiting to embrace you!

And I’m going to set you free….

I’m going to PUSH you the last time…..

 

© 2018 Charu Gupta and Potpourri of life.

 

Mamma’s Love

While walking I got talking

With a teenage chubby boy

Huffed and puffed all sweat scuffed

Slacking on the fitness track

Hey dear! Not seen you before

Yes aunty, I’m new on this shore

Well, I can see your mamma’s love

Rounded you in each possible curve!

Oops! I had embarrassed the boy!

He just managed a crony smile

And here he exposed the hidden treasure

All whites with black patches

Some pits filled and some just drilled!

Oh dear! I guess you are fond of fizz

Chocolates, cheese and ice-creams

Yesss! I love them all!

Happy or sad, fail or pass

My mamma always ready to treat

I smirked and took a lead

 Left behind the boy struggling on his feet

How deprived my children are

Of such motherly love!

 

© 2018 Charu Gupta and Potpourri of life.

 

 

 

 

Re- routing

I’m a traffic phobic and driving at high speed scares me to the bones! But I still managed to learn driving and occasionally drive too! It’s been seven years of safe driving within the radius of 15-20 kms.

My school time friend was on her Delhi visit and it was mandatory to have a get-together. After a long group chatting; day, venue and time was finalized.

Shall I drive down ……?

On the highway, vehicles speeding up like in a formula one race and others over taking from left and right!

Ahhh…. Can’t stop my breath for 30 kms!! Bad idea.

My good friend came to my rescue and offered me a ride. (She behind the wheel. Wow!)

“Good yaar you know all the routes in Delhi”.

“Nah, its GPS! My trusted friend on the road”

“Yeah…cool!”

We were so engrossed in talking that she missed the left turn (as directed by the GPS).

“Now what?”

“Chill yaar, it will reroute; just five minutes extra, but we’ll reach our destination.”

Reroute- few minutes extra- but you will reach your destination

Isn’t it true in life too?! We all aim to achieve something or to reach somewhere. We follow a path to fulfill our dreams; a plan always waiting for execution; a time-table set, an hourglass placed. But how many of us actually reach the destination?

Many of us give up when the road looks unfamiliar or not as per our blue print. We lose patience when it takes a little longer to travel. We panic when something happens out of plan. The dreams shatter and destination blurs.

We all have our own GPS fitted in the minds but we forget to activate it. Just feed the destination and simply follow it. Your ‘will’ will take you there. It will reroute the travel whenever you’ll divert from the path. You may reach a little later than the scheduled time but you will definitely arrive. You may get distracted and miss the turn; it will guide you to the next one.

Drive your life fearlessly, be alert, follow the GPS (will power), reroute it as many times as it requires but make sure you reach your destination!

“You have arrived at your destination.” The GPS declared.

 

© 2018 Charu Gupta and Potpourri of life.

 

 

 

 

My Will

Is there life after death?

I wonder if it’s possible to live after my last breath

Too much in love with life; want to live even after I die!

Some say they allot you heaven or hell

Where you go, only your karma can tell

Will there be trees, birds, wind, sea and soil?

Who has seen the world after the demise

There is a condition before I die

Promise me butterflies, mountains and the sky

I’ll embrace death with a smile; just want to live after I die!

When no motion is left and my body looks dead

My soul will be pleading to live, see and love

And this will be my last ‘will’ to adhere

Take away my eyes, heart, liver and every possible part

Plant them in the person who needs them the most

I’m too much in love with the life; want to live even after I die

My eyes will live to admire the beautiful rain

My heart will beat and fall in love again……..

 

© 2018 Charu Gupta and Potpourri of life.