Today a.k.a. 12-12-12

Days come, days go..

Some special, some just to maintain the flow

Memories they all leave behind...

Some to cherish, some best kept away from the mind

Its been quite sometime since I started thinking about what to preserve of this Day (12-12-12) which would soon be just another page in the diary of my life.Oh.. I just realised that I already have so many things to remember. 

Just as the clock struck 12, I closed my eyes and suddenly the world too seemed to have paused.. Maybe it was also welcoming the 'once-in-a-lifetime' day that is here.. NOW..We are all living in it. Must be my overworking mind.. But it did happen.. Or I thought that it did happen.

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And to add to that was my uncle's congratulatory message that dropped in my phone's inbox. Just when I was about to check it.. Poof! It hung up.. Perfect! Seemed as if the universe was conspiring to make me spend and cherish a moment with my 'self' which quite often we all end up ignoring.. 

Today I feel content..An honest feeling.. Its as if I have finally found peace with what I am, what I was. I cannot really wipe away things.. Life didn't offer an eraser.. It would have been too perfect then, which is not what I like.. or would have liked or wanted..

'Perfectly Imperfect'- that's how I like it.. :)

If after many years.. someone happens to ask me- "What in particular do you remember of that day?"

I would ask the person to read this.. To know my state of mind.. That is one of the most precious things that I would like to relive when I look back to this day.

Events, people, things.. it all happens.. and it fades.. Its like the fog which clears when the sun shines. But the remnants of that fog is left behind on those pretty petals spread out like a beautiful carpet in the form of tiny droplets.. Shining and reflecting the beauty and brightness of the sun rays all around.. :) 

And so are the memories left behind.. They make our lives sparkle with a strange glow.. They might not last forever but they replenish our lives in ways we never expected them to.. 

That's the beauty of today... This beautiful moment.. .This wonderful life .. :) 

-Divya Nambiar

divyagnambiar93@gmail.com

All's Well That Ends Well

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. –STEVE JOBS

This was the biggest lesson I learnt from my school life. Years ago when I accompanied my father to a new school i.e. K.V.Bhandup, tears ran down my face when I thought about an unfamiliar and completely new world. But little did I know that eight years later when it was finally time to bid adieu to that very school, I would again have tears.

 Call it being a ‘cry baby’ but that was how it was. This school made me aware of the fact that it is important to keep your feet down when you are successful and to keep your head up when you fail. How else would this ex-student’s story be jotted down?

 I scored a decent 87% in tenth but after that was the real testing time. I was too attached to this school and the thought of leaving it was painful. Science was the only stream available then and I thought I could manage it. Call it my lack of research or utter madness, I went ahead and chose science which soon became the reason for my falling grades, deteriorating self- confidence and also my mom’s tears. It left everyone in my family puzzled- how could a studious and academically strong girl get 8/10 in Chemistry and a mere 3/80 in Physics? ½ out of 50 in Mathematics was plain impossible.

Then rose questions- Was she a victim of some trauma? A failed love- affair? Teenage rebellion? What was it? It went to the extent that it left even my parents doubtful whether they weren’t providing me with enough things that I needed at that point of time. The truth was- I had the best possible anchors as my parents, most supportive friends and forever encouraging teachers and all put in their best efforts to sail my boat through, without letting it sink. I was even made the School Captain. They still had faith in me!

I could never understand those chemical bonds, those weird derivations, the countless principles and laws of physics. I found solace in English and to an extent in Biology. But then again I never understood why Mendel conducted so many experiments with those poor pea plants when he could have sat back and enjoyed the beauty of the variety that nature offered. That was how my mind worked (It still does). No offence to any science-loving friends here. Infact, hats off to those who score so well in these subjects… to those who are fans of Newton, The Periodic Table and Gregor Mendel.. Cheers to you!

IITs never fascinated me nor did the changing colour of litmus in Chemistry lab astonish me ( ofcourse during practical exam, I prayed that it please change colours soon). I thought I was the black sheep of the herd. I was even given the tag of ‘Dukhi Aatma’ and Science-O- Phobia’- I swore by it!

But two years down the lane, I am in the final year of graduation (no... no more of science), pursuing Advertising (BMM- Bachelors of Mass Media) from Mumbai University. I might not have become a scientist but then I am happily, gladly and madly in love with the subject I am pursuing. The past has taught me that vast oceans can be waded through if you have excellent oars (my dearest teachers) and a good boat (my parents and all my dear ones including my ‘self’). Dear friends… Never ever fall midway when a thorn pricks your foot. Instead, remove it and walk with a smile on your face and a spring in your step because
We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out. – Ray Bradbury. 

- Divya G. Nambiar TYBMM( L.S.Raheja College of Arts and Commerce )-->No science here
 Ex- Student, Kendriya Vidyalaya. Bhandup

Distant sunset

Never mind what we could never be
Listen to the faint dying symphony
That wishes for one last warm summer
The one to be placed in my scrapbook forever.

The morning breeze ruffling yesterday's strained pages
The evening sun sending tremors of an inevitable night
Put up a slideshow of all beautiful ugly past images
Stopped midway by the mind heart fight.

Hazy seemed the glass window, ran my fingers over it
The haziness glided away, leaving behind a silent grandeur
That reflected moments missed ,all irrevocably knit
I walked towards it, lost in awe and deep wonder..

- Divya Nambiar

New light on the horizon

What is it that I see?
 A bird sitting and singing on a tree
 And happy buzz of a bee.
 Are these the signs of being free?
 Being a slave, too high was its fee.
Prayed for a vision for all to see
Together we had fallen on our knees.
 But far seemed to be the word- peace.
Defeat her- no one could
Happy present..a free bird of gold
 Being Indians we would be together
Through thick and thin, in good and bad weather!

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Advertising Mania

All these years I wondered how it would be to create a change in the mindsets of thousands and lakhs of people through a medium. But then learning 'Advertising' is teaching it to me.. step by step.. and must say..its a great process. Even though pretty much hectic and sometimes even enough to blow up your brain , still its what makes me feel content at the end of the day :)
And in that process.. I started online campaigns (for starters) with my classmates. And must say its fulfilling.
I would like to carry it forward with all your help.
Here are the links to the pages for the social causes-
https://www.facebook.com/SAYNOTODRUGSTHECAMPAIGN

https://www.facebook.com/BidaaiParAlvida This is the beginning I suppose.. Yes I know .. Have a long way to go. The journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step... :)

Zindagi

Kehne ke liye sab kuch hai zindagi

par hai ek chale jaane wali atithi

Roothna manana toh hai pal bhar ka,

ek ankaha anjaana sunapan hai zindagi.

Jeene ke liye toh sab jee lete hai

marte dum ka intezaar hi toh hai zindagi

Saath humsafar ka rahega humesha

ye waakif se karlo bewafaai.

Tanha udti ek chidiya khule aasmaan mein

anjaan iske taur tareeko se, par fir mar giri.

Jhoothi kahavaton se na rang bharo isme

jab ek ghor sach hai ye zindagi.

Maut se ladne toh sabhi tayyar

par uska dor bhala kab kaun kaat paya?

Yahi hai zindagi, yahi hai zindagi..

amar hokar bhi khatm hogi ye zindagi.........

BIDAAI PAR ALVIDA..

Some emptied wombs have an unsaid parody within them
Of a gentle bud nipped off too soon
Too young to live, Far too soon to die.
A life so precious.. lovingly created
Marred by an uncertain foolish lie
That the flower trampled leads to a brighter world...

UNAWARE ARE THEY THAT BROKEN ARE THE FLASHBULBS OF THEIR OWN WAY...

On the vestiges of a half-knit dream
stood a girl with her arm outstretched
so sharp was the pain, choked was her scream
Bloodstained was her home.. her mother's womb.
Her silent tears fell on the loam
where she was created..

Save her.. no one could.. Empower the ones who made it through....

EMPOWER GIRL CHILD

https://www.facebook.com/BidaaiParAlvida/info

Mistakes or Memories?

Flashing over the mantelpiece are they

Moments from life that till today I led

Oh! Look how lost was I in dismay

Busy thinking what my future said.

Waves of time washed away the rights and the wrong

left behind sand pebbles of memories to behold

How I thought my life's symphony was unbearably long..

Now I know those wrongs were not 'mistakes cold'

But the bookmarks of my cherished life...

GOODBYE.. DEAR SCHOOL..

Adieu!!

Our eyes are wet as we walk down

The path that was our very own

We turn back once to look at you

Years did flow away like very few

Here we are leaving you forever

With moist eyes staring into the past

What the future has in store for us

Is just anybody’s guess

The joys, pranks and silly jokes

The teachers and the lovely 'dosts'

We will miss all the school fun

From here on….

We’ll now walk the path

Which is so long to tread...

Thinking about the fights, the making up again

Our hearts ache with a sweet pain

If only we could bring those days back

Which now alas we have to pack.

Sorry dear school we are leaving you

But we promise that it’s for a world new!!

Lines blur when eyes moisten...

Eternal salvation is what I call our meeting

Thousands of dew drops purifying this bond.

Each morning cleansing the dust that surrounds us

Throughout the day, our trust forms a coating

promising a lifetime of togetherness.

Each morrow as it arrives

brings with it another hope of another

Sun warmed day and blissful night..

Uncountable little precious moments in between..

Just the flicker of the eye, or the curvy sweet smile

All do give that perfect photographed memory

That deep in the heart does get etched somewhere,

So many to count, so many to treasure

But they all rest deep down, flashing time and again

Taking us to the deep unconscious past.

Days come, days go- some tit-bits they all sow.

All a proof, A witness of this true exhilaration

Beyond the levels soul mates could ever go

Me and you- forever on the go

Far away from the world.. There lies our sweet cottage.

Be it the silent night or the noisy day

The whispering moon or the chirping birds.

Your presence is my world, you my soul.

You are the bud that bloomed and became my fragrance..

From being my pillow to my pillar... in you I see God's image...