Tomorrow is another day...

Just heard from my friend Geet that an old neighbor died today.

This gentleman was in his sixties or may be early seventies. I met him when I moved into our apartment in Mangalore 14 years ago and he was one one of the stalwarts of the building, serving in the committee, was an active member of the church, would sing and laugh and loved life to its fullest. He enjoyed having people over and loved to sing old konkani songs, always full of bonhomie. He and his wife were like two peas in a pod, always well turned out and looked like they had a lot of fun together.

To say he doted on her would be an exaggeration because it was the truth although he never made grand declarations of love. She passed away a few years ago and Uncle Pinto as we knew him never let her go. His daughter lives in Delhi and although he did stay with them for a while promptly returned to his home soon after. He let the joy seep out of his life and slowly withered. His larger than life personality and the exuberance he exhibited waned as his eyes instead of sparkling with life, now sparkled with the pain of unshed tears.

It was like he was just passing time until today came long where he would also leave and hopefully join his beloved wife.

His passing brings a regretful sigh but I'm saddened by the thought that he just let this life disintegrate and dissolve into nothingness. Life is a gift and one we should all celebrate.

I found this post a few days ago and liked it so much that I saved it, didn't think I would use it as quickly as I am. Poignant this message and while not undermining the fact that if you find happiness in love embrace it, also serves to remind that there are other means of happiness too!

This life is too precious and beautiful and marvellous to let it slip away because you invested everything you had in one person or one relationship. The loss of your beloved is irreversible and painful, agreed. But like Scarlett O'Hara said to Rhett Butler in "Gone with the Wind", tomorrow is another day!

I believe that my tomorrows' will be better than my todays'

no matter how splendid today was

I believe I will laugh a little louder and dance a little slower

no matter how rythmic the sway today

I believe I will find joy in my tomorrow

even if I dont think I can be happier than I am now

I believe I will still smile at a baby, wink at a child and flirt with the world

even when I'm old and infirm and have no memory...

I believe in tomorrow...

An act of kindness is a gift from the doer... not a right of the reciever!

Acts of kindness are an inherent quality and they are not directed towards a single person. It is that quality that you either possess or you don't. It's a deep well that arises out of you and if you can do random acts of kindness without expecting a reward, that is reward in itself.

When we are nice to people around us, we only enhance our own souls and it allows the radiance from within to touch the world.

All of us live in our seperate realities and what binds us to another human or animal is that act of kindness, the liitle things we do, acts of love, compassion and empathy.

Each of us is capable of this and let's not limit ourselves, the more you give, the more you get. A sincere compliment, you look lovely today, I love what you are wearing, your hair looks great. A simple gesture like opening a door for someone, holding out your hand as they step off a kerb or car or even the dance floor. A smile to a stranger, a liitle wink to a child, a salute to those in uniform. Is it really that difficult.

In the Hitopadesha it is said that, "A tree does not withdraw it's shade from anyone, not even the woodcutter". How inspiring. So, the next time you say, I didn't do this for someone 'cos they didn't deserve it, think again. Your kindness has nothing to do with the person you offer it to but has everything to do with the kind of person you are.

A lesson so simple, it's an affront almost to be reminded of it...

Chaiyya Chaiyya / Don't Stop MASHUP!! - INDIA EDITION ft Sam Tsui, Shank...

Dont stop till you get enough...

I do not as a rule listen to the radio when I'm driving unless it's a Saturday where there are no RJ's and ads or post 10 pm when most channels play retro music.

Which is why I guess I miss out on what is trending currently. (this btw is an entire essay by itself, in life too)

This morning though I turned on the radio and I began dancing as I drove :D

Was intrigued by this lovely mix of MJ's "Dont stop till you get enough" and A R Rahman's "Chaiyya Chaiyya". Loved the way the sounds blend and it makes for some crazy moves.

How one gyrates while holding the steering wheel in hand and taps to the music in the other is something you need to be in the car with me to believe.

Looked it up and it's called the mash up video.

Hmnnn... interesting word mashup. My mind and soul currently mashed up in rythm and sounds even within silences and my mojo screams music!

Here's the link to the Youtube video:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yHA9lxVhNdo

Bug...err...

What does one do when bitten by the jitterbug copulated with swing and salsa?

One gives in, sigh!

I can't stop dancing. I hear music in my head all the time and I spend an extra 3 minutes in the loo, dancing away in front of the mirror.

Methinks I need to keep a spare set of trainers there. Slip 'em on and twist and shake.

Actually may be a fantastic way to lose weight. My battle with the bulge continues and the bulge is emerging the clear winner looks like!

Can't stop the moves as I write this....

Sway me close...

Remember my earlier post when I was the back end of the camel and had to learn to sway in rythm?

I always knew I could sway alright! What I didn't reckon for is that while my body moved, my soul would follow too!

I fell in love on Friday.

I found someone I am attracted to and whose company I can grow old with, someone whose music springs from the depths of the soul, someone who doesn't need the cadences to sway.

I found me.

The person I've become is someone I celebrate.

You know well that this blog is a confessional. it's catharsis, and a coarctate.

My posts began as an angst ridden outpouring and moved to acceptance.

Time to complete the transformation into celebration.

And hell yeah! Call me narcissistic, egocentric, a megalomaniac.

If the shoe fits...

I wear it with pride.

Singularly cellular...

Its not the things or words you say but those that you leave hanging like moss that falls off trees during monsoons that the nucleus of the atom lies in.

In every pore that screams silently there is a cell that is slowly crumbling and decaying, laying to waste its futile life.

In that infinitesmal moment when you realise that the receding photosynthesis is not just the fading sunlight but an eclipse, you know the organelle lives in vitro.