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Wednesday, December 18, 2013

A Year Into The Path That Chose Me

I know I know it is absolutely wrong to oversell, even more so to bore your followers and readers but (biting nails) my fingers have a will of their own. Stop them if you can - they are just flying all over this keyboard like raving lunatics! All they want to express is the feeling of nervousness mingled with sheer rejoice at having spend the year 2013 with Social Potpourri. After all these were the same fingers that typed and deleted the first ideas that came forth from my head. These very same villains clicked on "send" on the numerous contracts that we signed during the formation of the company.
There have been a number of downs too - that is true. But neither I nor you would like to dwell on them would we? Those were lessons learned that helped us grow and here we are... We created yet another rudimentary video (thank you apps) of our journey. It's been nerve wracking to think back at the plunge we took and even more so to imagine the future. We have no idea where we are headed or where we want to be but here we are for NOW

Stay with us dear friend. I will take you with me in all my triumphs and never let a whimper of failures touch you... Cheers to all that awaits!

Friday, September 6, 2013

A Book of Commitment

The sound of rain outside was incessant. In a flat cum office in Lajpat Nagar, around an unassuming round table, sat four women in deep discussion.  The topic of grave importance to each – taking steps to engage orphans into a life of meaningful existence. What could be done to bring elements we consider imperative into their lives. The ideas were innumerable but the time too less. Some of these children would have to become independent in a matter of just a couple of years. The women represented Social Potpourri and an NGO they were affiliated with.

Back in 2010 Sulekha Rawat was slowly creeping her way into writing again, discovering what the huge hue and cry about blogging was anyway and finally getting really flustered at the realization that it couldn't happen with good old pen and paper. She just didn't want to see the virtues of typing her thoughts directly on to what is going to be a new blog post. The same beautiful thoughts that tumbled down her head into a fresh sheet would refuse to budge when faced with a shining blank screen.

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Around the same time I was just about gathering the pieces of my corporate life lived thus far and separating the things that might have to go with the arrival of my first born. A transition that has never been easy for any woman (as opposed to superwomen). Only we women have the ability (if not the power) to receive whatever comes to our life graciously and reshuffle our priorities to an almost unrecognizable stage from what they used to be. Hence from getting married, moving countries, to becoming a mother my career had seen innumerable modifications. For better or for worse, when I transitioned from being an occasional chubby cheek pincher to becoming a full time nurturer, I also shelved my full time job and evolved into an independent marketing consultant. All this resulted in me eventually becoming less of a real person and more a virtual one.

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I don’t remember which post of Sulekha’s I had read first but I do recall falling in love with not only her style but her mind. I had started blogging myself as I was at the stage where any kind of recognition that I could get while sitting at home was welcome. There are very few out there who out and out criticize you for what you have written. The innumerable comments under my blog had almost become equivalent to winning a business pitch at work. And that’s how I thrived. Then one day I saw a comment under a post I had written by Sulekha herself and I remember thinking “Damn I must be really good!”

Many such exchanges later, a purist writer (Sulekha with her pen and diary) and an e-book abhorrer (me) decided to up the relationship with skype. A few such skype sessions later (and for some reason that I still cannot fathom) we molded an idea called Social Potpourri. Over such brief virtual meetings, plastering distances that even the sun could not cover on the same day we signed on dotted lines and registered a company together. It’s been two years since that happened and I am happy to tell you that Sulekha Rawat had to happen to give me a new leash of life and not because I was going to be duped by some crazy fanatic sitting in India. (An old joke that our mutual contacts are sick of hearing!)

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Sulekha Rawat is an entrepreneur of the year every year not because she has a keen sense of business but because she is the epitome of what every business person should be. She would rather die than fleece anyone (Fleecing in her dictionary is more akin to a simple lie or an over exaggerated statement rather than “Obtain a great deal of money from (someone), typically by swindling them”).

Every day of my life I see a woman in there who has suddenly discovered a talent with my entry into her life. She is a business woman who dotes on her son, who has a bursting yet hidden pride in her rebellious daughter, who may sulk but sees logic in her husband’s reason almost every time, who lets a twat like me scream at her when upset, writes like a true lover and meets deadlines with a vengeance.

Together we have increased readership for writers, have brought visitors to client’s websites, have increased customer base for small businesses and have even published an anthology to give that first opportunity to unpublished writers. This e-book abhor-er now sees business sense in cutting down the hate a notch or two with technology and is still trying to convince Sulekha that using the laptop straight of actually isn't so bad! Technology is good! After all Social Potpourri is making a huge difference with it.

Our honesty (and a little procrastination in getting rich) may be slowing us down but we are here to do some good work and change the way business people are perceived in this country.

In two years we have met at least 200 of our 600 plus members who also believed in our initiative called “offline meet-ups”. We have even used these meet-ups to help other businesses like us get the push they need. There must have been a reason why we had to do this –people who have benefited from Social Potpourri seems to know what that is. In the meantime we trudge along with our bag of stories and services. We have huge milestones to cover.

One Social Potpourri's much earlier meetups

The Udayan Care Family

Sulekha and Me
Our First Publication

A few members we have been fortunate to meet

The sound of rain outside was incessant. In a flat cum office in Lajpat Nagar, around an unassuming round table, sat four women in deep discussion.  The topic of grave importance to each – taking steps to engage orphans into a life of meaningful existence.

We’ve put a thunderous tick against seven initiatives we decided on and the rest are in random notes on Sulekha’s book of commitment.

Written for the Indiblogeshwaris Ladies Independence Special Contest in association with http://womenentrepreneursinindia.com/

Monday, March 18, 2013

A Trendy Trend?

So lately I have been screaming "Safety" from rooftops! There may be a little selfishness involved with this act of mine, a little desperation too. I am selfish because more than the safety of the people I am preaching to, I desperate to be proud of my country. There was a time when I would defend it in the face of an insult and internally claw the person concerned till his face was unrecognizable but I feel defeated at the face of the current situation! There also was a time when I hid embarrassing national occurrences from the world and smiled a fake pride to shoo them away. I realize now that stage has been taken away from me. I stand a ground of reality caked with savagery. And hence the screaming - the screaming inside and outside! 

It was in the midst of all this chaos that I found an opportunity to organize a bloggers meet for a company called SafetyKart. This not only gave me an opportunity to meet my online blogger friends but also introduce them to my favourite word - and by now, I trust, you all know what that is... So it was decided a Social Potpourri Meetup it would be. After having created a really ambitious list of the bloggers I would invite, I sat there giggling at the change I would be a part of. When all these writers, thought leaders in their own purview created a buzz about proactive safety I will have changed a little of the society I thought. And as happens with thoughts like that, I walked tall... 

The S that ensure Safety
And so the days filled up with organizing the stuff that comes with an event and soon we were at the venue. The day I would mark in my calendar as "the first step" had approached. I had a team of soldiers and Vikas Bagaria backing me up completely or was it vice versa? Vikas, the managing director of the company is without doubt someone I look up to. He is the kind of guy who doesn't believe he's done a favour to the world by acknowledging women rights. He acknowledges them just as a matter of fact and respects it as much as he respects his own fundamental privilege.  

The Multi-functional Car Safety Tool

I love the innovation he has put into his portal and the thought process behind it all. The primary objective of SafetyKart is to equip one with safety in all walks of life. Here is my two cents on that - I wonder how it is that people spend hundreds of thousands to get the most expensive car, high end gadgets, a tummy tuck to go with a face lift or even just take pride in their simple being are not aware of how to safeguard the same. I wonder how they feel secure without something like the multi-functional car safety tool or defense equipment like the ones displayed under one umbrella in 
an e-commerce portal? And it is not only about them that I wonder. The cost of a pepper spray in SafetyKart is equivalent to a grain of sand even when it is not compared to the cost you may have to pay with your either your modesty or your life! Even Rathin Basu may not have had to create headlines if he had one of those!! Isn't it high time that Safety became a trend?

My personal favorite - Barton Door Block 
True to its objective SafetyKart has a calendar of CSR initiatives it plans to take up. The company will take it upon itself in equipping orphanages and Children related NGOs with Barton Door Blocks. It is the knowledge of these facts that really make one respect a company and then hold on to that desperate hope once again - the hope that I may not have to hide behind all those headlines after all.
Here is how the Barton Door Block  works -

I met some really awesome bloggers at the meet. 

Bloggers from L-R - Majulika P. Sehgal, Ekta Khaitan, Meghna Agarwal,
Awungshi Philamanzan, Deepti Pant, Rigzin Namgyal,  and Vikas Bagaria 
Meghna Agarwal, present in the audience posted this on Facebook after the meet: 
"Was great to connect with SP - Kriti Mukherjee and Sulekha Rawat and Safety Kart team at the bloggers meet. Learned about an amazing brand - SafetyKart, an eCommerce  business portal that comprises of revolutionary products that were earlier used only by B2B, now made available to consumers to ensure the safety and security of your loved ones at homes, and outdoors .....These products are damn interesting, innovative and safe to use.. you can find anything right from pepper spray, to protect women to Crush free, waterproof laptop cases, IPhone and IPad cases, safer paper cutters, temperature recorders, torches, bulky camera cases to protect them from any kind of environment. Very interesting initiative started by Vikas Bageria and team. I am sure these products will make our homes and surroundings much more safer and secure...Add Safety Kart on facebook to stay updated about their line of products.. and more...

Some others had this to say: 

The power group from L-R - Manjulika P. Sehgal, Ekta Khaitan, 
Meghna Agarwal, Awungshi Philamanzan
Manjulika P. Sehgal  - http://manjulikapramod.com/2013/03/01/social-potpourri-meet-up-safety-comes-first/
Awungshi Philamazan - http://drpoisonivy.blogspot.in/2013/03/wine-cheese-socialising-and-safety.html

From L-R - Vikas Bagaria, Rishabh Malik, Arijit Ghoshal, me, 
Sulekha Rawat, Sonia Kapoor, Swati Bhattacharya 

I am looking forward to some of the other bloggers posts and will put them up here enthusiastically once I see them. Till then, outsmart the dangers awaiting you. Beat them hollow - Stay safe!

Sunday, September 16, 2012

"The Stopover" - A Review


As most people reading this must already know, we are publishing a book soon, a set of anthology – created by members and writers of www.socialpotpourri.com. The journey of creating a book, I discovered is cluttered with obstacles small and big. Even so for a first time publisher! But with an iron will we continue and defeat everything that comes on our way!

In the middle of such a battle on a hectic day last week a mail dropped into my inbox. The signature below said Deepa Rachel Pinto and she introduced me to a project that she herself has been involved in - a creation of a novel form in books. They are going to call it “The Stopover” she wrote and described it as “a first-of-its-kind Photo Fiction”. As soon as I showed my keenness in getting a sneak peek, another mail followed promptly comprising a part from the book for me to review. Below are my thoughts on the same.

I think, it would be fair to say, calling it a “photo-fiction” would be under-estimating its’ potential. It is much more than just those two words. It captures your mind in three dimensions. It’s a story (“a blend of fiction and fact”) said in the course of a travelogue with captivating pictures of the journey that the protagonist makes. Neither would it be too far-fetched to say the style reminds one of Shakespeare’s “story within a story”. Only in this case there are several plots built in.

The part of the book that was shared with me is about heart-broken Varun who travels to Leh, for that much needed break after a storm has passed his life and left him in tatters! The writer takes the reader through his journey in simple English. We slowly unscramble Varun’s angst, his confusion and pain while we explore parts of Leh that he treads on. Through him we learn not only that this place exists but a whole deal more like its history, the topography, the culture there, the locals, the schools and much more.

The photographs that run along the narrative are most captivating. And even though I am pretty familiar with the history of Tibetans; the creation of Leh; The Dalai Lama; and the politics behind it all, “The Stopover” did explore unfamiliar grounds for me. The reader learns through the mind of Varun and sees through his eyes. To that extent at times he/she is made to play the role of the protagonist himself. The conversational mode of writing makes it a fast paced reading yet at times just admiring the pictures and imagining the scenes told in the book makes one linger.

Overall I think the book will surely open a brand new concept of narration that will open new paths for publishers and writers alike. It is not without reason that “The Stopover” Facebook page has a following of 55,000+ even before it has been published. I am inspired by these guys and this has been a sign for me to tread along with all that I have planned for my book! 

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Lover's Cove Challenge #4 8-26-2012

It's that time again! Time to head on over to apd-loverscove.blogspot.com, other wise known as Lovers' Cove and take part in this week's challenge! Please read the Guidelines and Q's & A's thoroughly before entering! In short, you must come up with a line of 15 words or less and your line must continue on in thought based on what the previous person on the linky wrote! 

Andy`s Line
      "Behold! I am renewed again, for the spirit of love has descended upon my heart!"

 Crystal`s Line
       "Years, I've wandered aimlessly through the midst of the shadows trying to elude the dark."

 Elen`s Line
       "Darkness isn´t always so dark, sometimes becomes hope when our imagination wants to look for a light"

Radwa’s Line
 "A light that has been trying to find its sight through such darkness night"

My line
This darkness becomes me; I am but the light of our shadow that quivers now

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

I Feel Achieved

When I started blogging in howaboutthis I never knew I would one day write to share my achievement here. No don't get me wrong! I haven't gone to the moon yet; or even to Genova for that matter! But a couple of years ago, for no credit of mine, I met Sulekha Rawat online and somewhere during our chats we suddenly devised Social Potpourri. As one of its features, we thought, it would be way cool to have a meetups section where like minded members could meet offline to share things they were interested in or curious about. Its been a year since Social Potpourri was formed. We managed some amazing meets during this time. It was not easy at first; still is not to get people to understand where we are headed. 
However, on 28th of July Meenu Mehrotra, called to discuss an idea of a meet she had in mind. We called it "Construction of a Writers' Mind". 
The morning of the meet welcomed Delhi in drizzles which turned into raging pellets of rain. The majority of the Delhi population heaved a sigh of relief but Social Potpourri was not too happy. We waited an extra 20 minutes for participants to arrive and then started off without some who had registered for the meet. 
Engrossed in what Vikrant Dutta was saying about his decisions in life and how he came to be a writer I had forgotten about my worries for less participants. I turned around to ask for a cup of tea and was amazed to see what I saw. 
The room was full and the meet was just the warmest close knit meet I have ever attended. Even that is not the achievement I am talking about though. The achievement my dear friends is that me, the most technology challenged person in the planet, managed to make a "movie" of the meet! Its not the best but I did manage to bring it together - I feel really achieved. Do check it out and let me know what you think please. 


Sunday, July 29, 2012

Lover's Cove Challenge - part III

Andy David initiated a brilliant poetry link up session called Lovers' Cove. And here I am trying to participate in the third round of fun and literature all of which can be read at http://apd-loverscove.blogspot.in/2012/07/lovers-cove-challenge-3-07262012.html. Here's my 15 word contribution that will ultimately meet with the sea of brilliance over at Andy's blog. 

"I drink your hues, merge into me, be born with me in a new color"

I hope that does justice


Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Lovers' Cove Challenge

Lovers’ Cove Challenge #2  06-27-2012
Lover’s Cove set a writing challenge, which you can read about at  http://apd-loverscove.blogspot.com/   I continue from Sulekha's thought
I spent seven joyous years, besotted in the love of someone I knew not. How is this different then? Strangers both; One my past and the other my prospective future. 

Path to the Future

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Lovers' Cove May Link Up

Andy David initiated a brilliant poetry link up session called Lovers' Cove. He gave us his first line which can be read at http://apd-loverscove.blogspot.in/2012/05/lovers-cove-challenge-1-05262012.html. I continue his thought with

But I bleed enjoying your thorns of love, rest awhile so I may breathe


Wednesday, April 18, 2012

A Typical Morning for me

I sail through scenes of a typical Gurgaon Monday morning – a scrawny guy comes out of a tin hut and scratches his behind sleepily, the corners of his mouth have stains of dried drool from his restless night, he stretches and yawns a jaw breaking yawn; the early morning commuter drives with blaring music to keep himself awake, taps his fingers on the steering wheel, and shakes his head vehemently at the scenes of the day shaping up in his head; a dog stretches out and leaves his spot from the middle of the road to look for food and water; a prostitute comes out sheepishly from where she has been working and walks briskly towards the nearest auto rickshaw, tries to smoothen the ruffled hair, she probably was not given the time to get decent before she left. 

I watch these scenes, as I tutor my daughter nonchalantly about farm animals – the topic of the week. I observe everything and return my attention to the interior of the car. I realize something about myself – that I look at the world like a spirit, as if I wasn’t there adding to the camaraderie, like my driver was not trying to avoid the speed breaker with furrowed brows, like the little child next to me wasn’t like thousands of sleepy children this morning, just craving to go back to their room and create a brand new shiny mess. 

We halt at a red light, a bike stops next to our car. The window on my side is rolled down so I can catch some of the morning air. I can hear the two men on the bike talking over the buzz of the traffic. It’s strange that they find it difficult to hear each other when I can hear them clearly at a distance! The driver curses his addiction to cigarettes. He compares smokes to “suicide bombers’. He points out that cigarettes burn themselves to kill the smoker. His friend disagrees; he says he only wishes it could be that spontaneous. The lights change leaving me with a thought.

We only stop next in front of our destination, the school. I pick my daughter to take her off the car, smoothen her dress, ruffle her hair and then put it back in place again, kiss her a little too aggressively on both her cheeks and tell her to go and have fun, start conquering the world right from here and that I will be back to pick her up when she’s done. She gives me a hug and walks toward her school, I sense a loss already but shoo the feeling away as one of those useless silly ones that are meant to slow you down. As I am walking away, I meet a new friend. Someone I look forward to seeing in the school. I walk towards her with my usual “sup”… She says nothing except, “I am putting this away for much too long…” She notices my questioning face and says “didn’t you notice, I’m growing my hair” and then she lifts her tracks to show me her legs. I laugh and we walk together towards where our cars await us.

A year in Gurgaon and I already possess a world-full of things that have roots here. Memories of where I spent the last few years grow dimmer with every passing day. I have already started to forget the frequency of my favorite station. Here, if both my Queen friend and me are bored at the same time, we agree to meet to sail through time. I let him take over the conversation, so we don’t have to put the TV on to tide over the awkward silences. There are none when he is around and it’s pleasant. Lately though, he seems to be as busy as I am and when we meet its different. It was because of him that I could add a life lesson to my list. “No one wants to look you in the eye when you are trying to make money”. 

When that thought occurred to me, I urgently reached over for my laptop and double clicked on the word processor. I needed these thoughts to be processed – thank you Microsoft!! And here is what I wrote, “They say it’s a sin to pray for material gain. They also say I am a part of the machine called the universe. I should pray for the whole and forget petty things like my own gain. But how does the whole function smoothly if its parts are not well oiled. I take it upon me hence, to look after my well being. That is a task I take on for the well being of my whole, the universe. I do it for all of you and you should do it too.” I picture myself saying this to a crowd and what echoes back are giggles and an angry murmur. I smile, save the document and get ready for a shower. 

Later that evening, a friend calls to say he’s going to play a poker game. I grimace and exclaim “don’t you have anything better to do?” He replies “does that mean you don’t know how to play the game?” I am at a loss of words. And then I wonder how many times have I given myself away like that. Lately I have come to believe that my thoughts are visible. I am convinced that any person talking to me knows what I am thinking, even if I am enacting something vastly different. It’s not because I am an open book or anything. I believe this to be true of everybody in this world. Our body gives out signals of the truth, to warn or to compliment the listener. The listener should just listen with his/her soul. 

So I listen, I really listen these days. I hear the needs around me, the joy, the fear, the pride, the embarrassment, the annoyance, the exhilaration, the hurt and I cannot help but wonder… am I more receptive to myself now? Is that why these emotions feel free to open up to me? I feel like a vulnerable bunch of exposed nerves. But like I said I am a part of that Monday morning, the morning will protect me like it does all who are there in the scene. I will then wrap the scenes of Gurgaon around and walk straight into life. 

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

My Calling


I hear a calling. I hear it as soon as I wake up in the morning and it lasts throughout the day. It’s a pleasant distraction in the quiet hours of the morning newspaper, an addictive humming during my commutes, a welcome mat when I return home and a lullaby when my eyelids get heavy. I see before me a path unfolding itself, opening out as I walk, green pastures or fields of marigold. I see myself armored in a desert – still walking, still humming that tune. I see myself create an inheritance for posterity, a foundation for the needy, a bridge for people separated. I hear the rumble of footsteps getting closer almost drowning the faint buzz of discontent! I hear the applaud of the gathered world while someone far away draws the curtain to keep the light away. I strain to hear the buzz, trace the unhappy. But I realize with joy that on this path I can only walk on one direction. I can look back but cannot retrace. I hear a voice telling me to focus and I do. I am headed towards www.socialpotpourri.com  

Have you ever felt this strongly about something? Do you think I should heed to the calling? 

Friday, December 2, 2011

A Mom Knows

I have been sharing each passing second of my daughter, Agni's, developments with friend and business partner Sulekha Rawat. The latest being the separation anxiety that sets in with the beginning of school. Let me be honest and confess here that this syndrome made much deeper impressions on me and my soul than Agni's. Nonetheless she suffers unimaginably. Sulekha Rawat, the most fantastic Mom and daughter ever, wrote this to comfort me and it touched the deepest corner of my heart! Here is what she wrote:

Mommy Don’t Leave…

I wake up with a heavy heart, 
Don’t like the morning time.
Dread opening my eyes,
Bury my head in the pillows, instead.

I know what happens next,
I drag myself into her room.
My angel sleeps so peacefully,
a smile on her rosy lips.

She puts her arms around me,
And wishes me a happy morning,
But then her face crumples up,
I can see terror in her eyes.   

She remembers its school-time now,
And mummy will take her there.
She feels threatened among the strangers,
In her heart there is a fear.

What if Mommy leaves her ,
And goes away for three hours?
How will she find her mommy,
in the crowd of strangers?

The little girl is scared to let go,
Of her mum’s hand,
She feels safe with her and,
has been her world for so long.

For two and a half years,
They have been a team.
Their bond solid yet so fragile,
Their love so comforting,
and supreme.

When mommy leaves her baby,
and walks away towards her car.
The desperate longing in the baby’s eyes,
Tears at her aching heart,

But they both have to be strong,
Be brave for each other.
It’s only a matter of time,
till the tables are reversed.

Now the mommy will cry,
when the baby sighs.
“I don’t want to go home,
I want to remain at school.
I want to play with my friends,
I like being here.
At home I get so bored,
So please leave me here.”

So cheer up Mommy and Baby,
You are in for a roller-coaster ride.
Enjoy the highs and lows,
Yell with glee and pride.

God bless you both and,
Sulekha Rawat (top left) with Mom and daughter
 long after their separation battles are over
I wish and pray,
That he keeps you safe,
night and day.

P.s. I know daddy loves his angel equally but this poem is about the mom’s experience at the school with the baby. So Daddy kindly understand J

Sulekha aka Lucks

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Nurture to be Nurtured - duhhhh!!!!

The headline is a lesson more relevant to "Blogosphere" than life, but it really seems to spill over onto many situations in both. Okay I think I am going to cut the chase here and get to the point. It’s been a while I took my leave from Blogosphere – it’s been so long that I started wondering whether the agency actually had given me a one- way ticket. The feeling was gnawing and I started to fear my absence in that zone.

Some of the nagging doubts seemed too close to being real – “What if my friends forget me there?”, “What if followers are too used to seeing that lock on 'howabouthis'?”, “What if I was labeled a sporadic wannabe without any loyalty?” The doubts created a nice and thick blanket of insecurity around me and I was just too scared of shedding it and buying that return ticket!

And then one day his voice reverberated in my head, the voice of ‘Blogos’, God of the blogging world. Nurture to be Nurtured – he said. I saw a vague vision of him – his lips curled into a smile, his lashes blinked and exposed kind large eyes swimming with words and knowledge! Then there was light and the darkness went away.  and the dawn matured into a beautiful autumn day. I felt needed rather than needy. And what a feeling that was. Nurture to Nurtured – duh – but of course I knew that one!

So to my 117 followers I return today with an apology and a promise. It’s a promise to always be there when you come knocking; a promise to be ready for you just in case, even if you are not planning a visit; a promise to visit you even if life here in this world takes over for it is you who make my blogging world and it is you who can take it away.

Having said the above – here is a question. Is that being opportunistic in some level? Is that like a give and take? Is that saying I will not give if you don’t take or vice versa? Maybe not – because this is what Blogosphere is made of – a lifeline of support. There is nothing else that keeps us together and going. And after all if you need a plant to bloom into a flower you will have to make sure it survives.

I know not if this is a good return but it is one nonetheless and with this I have bought my ticket back. My door will be answered from this day onwards – I will eagerly wait to see you arriving.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Here's to Sulekha

I read an invitation to a tempting call to write at http://sulekkha.blogspot.com/ and this is what it said:
Let's make a collage of articles.
 You are invited to my collage making event. All you need to bring to the event is your article on soul mates. Do you believe in soul mates? How and where can you find your soul mate? Does everyone have one?
 If you are interested in helping me make this collage, then Please leave your name and blog link at the bottom of the page, before 7th September.

How could I not respond to this call from someone who actually fits quite well into my imagination of a soulmate. Sulekha completes my sentences and thinks my thoughts for me. Check her blog out at sulekkha.blogspot.com. And here’s to her…

I am to Soulmates what an ant is to alphabets! I am told that soulmates as the name suggests is a mate of your soul – a mate that stays with you in one form or the other in every physical lifetime but is a constant lover in the ethereal world - a world that I have no remembrance of in this state of my existence.

So being the practical ant that I am, I seem to concentrate largely on my mate in this world; my lover and husband here in Earth. For the time being he is the be all and end all of my entire existence. And just in case he is not my Soulmate my heart and head asks me not to look for who is immediately. He will come when he has to and I will deal with him then.

Having said that, contrary to most romantic ideologies about soulmates, I am extremely nervous about meeting this guy. I like the warm and fuzzy feeling of comfort with my existing (let’s just say) “world mate”. I feel dizzy even imagining someone disrupting what we have here. I have put my heart and soul in this relationship – absolutely NOT to find out that my soul was only humoring me when we worked in partnership!! Surely it knew all along who its mate is. Was it actually laughing at my futile attempts then?? Was I really working on someone who was thrown my way to tide over this world only to return to someone else in the next???

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Well it’s all very confusing to me. I just want to be with people I know and have learnt to love. I am not comfortable with drastic changes and believe that I may just abhor whoever my Soulmate is for disrupting my life like that. “Common SOULMATE – I HAVE A CHILD WITH THIS MAN!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!?” What’s worse – apparently I won’t even be able stop myself from falling in love with this spoilt sport!

And here is another thought – an amateur in spirituality – I am led to believe that all human beings are a part of one great soul. DO I need to elaborate more on this? You get my drift right SM? We are one anyway – so stop looking for me. Please stay at peace knowing I am already you and you me. What’s more – my “World Mate” and baby are a part of you too. It may be an unfortunate thought to you but really we are all one. Let’s stand united in this belief okay?