Pading tested for yellow belt.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Meet my kids.
Meet my kids - Miss Dani Rinyi, Master Dani Pading and Master Dani Dingyang in this photo feature.
All for one, one for all.
Rinyi, Pading ( Dressed for Krishna Leela) ,Dingyang
Pading visits Rinyis Nursery Class
Kids visit a Pizza Hut
All for one, one for all.
Rinyi, Pading ( Dressed for Krishna Leela) ,Dingyang
Pading visits Rinyis Nursery Class
Kids visit a Pizza Hut
Friday, November 7, 2008
Conversing With Myself -IV
Musing of a parent
Children are bundle of joys. I tell myself when in one of the better moods watching my children laugh and play. Children are bunch of nuisance. I tell myself watching them play and laugh, when in one of that dreadful foul mood and am looking for excuse for that foul mood.
These are the momentary response at the spur of moment of a parent.
But children are children and are inscrutable in their loveliness and mischief. They never fail to lift my spirit from the darkest of that occasional emotional turbulence that each of us have to pass through from time to time. The innosence in their mischief, and that irresistably rascal mischief in their mirth are the shades of life which brings rapturous joys to the parents. In their laughter and their mischief, in the sparkle of their eyes and rankling sweet voice of their laughter are sown seeds of sense of accomplishment, the desire to be best in the world, the wilful readiness to sacrifice everything to keep that innocent face smiling and mischievous and to let that free spirit soar to the limitless sky. The magic and miracle happen with every step the children take. They are the apple of their parents and their loveliness pales all other beautiful things put together in the wide wide word.
To the children, parents are the whole world and to the parents, the whole world has come wrapped in a bundle in the shape of their children.
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With age comes wisdom tinged with cynism and doubt. I ask my self whether with passage of time, will we continue to bask in the unconditional love we share now, will their spirit continue to soar on the wings of our hope, will their zeal continue to glaze with the power of our prayer.
Then my cynism self tells me, once I was also a darling of my parents and basked under their unconditional love. What are you to your parents now. What is your present equation with them. Dark clouds of doubt sets in.
My wisdom self comes to my rescue and in its soothing words whispers, " Enjoy your day while the sun shines, look at the clear blue sky and fill yourself with peace and immensity it bestows, not at the whip of dark cloud somewhere in the corner of far away sky. Once you were a child sporting as gaily as your children, and now you are a parent, proud and anxious as your parents were, and soon you will be a grand parent enjoying the evening of your life. Soon your children will will play their part as life metaphores from one role to another role."
"Ah ! yes ," I tell myself.
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Musing of an aging parent. So says sulu to himself.
Cyber Wisdom
While going through my drawer, I found my old pocket diary where these words of cyber wisdom was jotted down. I dont remember from where I collected it. I am writing down these words of wisdom for my own benefit for reminding me whenever I surf my blog and also for each of you who care for such words of wisdom to give direction to their life ......
1. Never think or speak negatively about yourself that puts you in disagreement with God.
2. Meditate on your God given strengths and learn to encourage yourself for much of the time nobody else will.
3. Don't compare yourself to anybody else. You are unique, one kind of an original. So, dont settle for being a copy.
4. Focus on your potential, not your limitations. Remember, God lives in you.
5. Find what you like to do, do well, and strive to do it with excellence.
6. Have the courage to be different. Be a God pleaser, not a people pleaser.
7. Learn to Handle criticism. Let it develop you, instead of discourage you.
8. Determine your own worth instead of letting others determine it for you. They will short change you.
9. Keep your shortcoming in perspective, you are still a work in progress.
10. Focus daily on your greatest source of confidence - the God who lives in you.
The last line reads like this :-
"Instead of focussing on what you have not got, focus on what you have and appreciate that. You need to appreciate what you got before you can focus on getting more."
May be added by me, I dont remember now.
1. Never think or speak negatively about yourself that puts you in disagreement with God.
2. Meditate on your God given strengths and learn to encourage yourself for much of the time nobody else will.
3. Don't compare yourself to anybody else. You are unique, one kind of an original. So, dont settle for being a copy.
4. Focus on your potential, not your limitations. Remember, God lives in you.
5. Find what you like to do, do well, and strive to do it with excellence.
6. Have the courage to be different. Be a God pleaser, not a people pleaser.
7. Learn to Handle criticism. Let it develop you, instead of discourage you.
8. Determine your own worth instead of letting others determine it for you. They will short change you.
9. Keep your shortcoming in perspective, you are still a work in progress.
10. Focus daily on your greatest source of confidence - the God who lives in you.
The last line reads like this :-
"Instead of focussing on what you have not got, focus on what you have and appreciate that. You need to appreciate what you got before you can focus on getting more."
May be added by me, I dont remember now.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Of envious Gods and an angel called Nanu
She was simply my Nanu, chirpy, pretty and a wonderful person to be around with. She was close to my heart not only because we had same blood running in our vein, but because of the unique affability that existed between us. I dont remember how or when I first met her, but being the darling of my aunt and uncle among the bunch of their wonderful children, there was no mistaking on her popularity among the extended family. I can still see her showing me her picture in a dance pose decked in a velvety dress. She must have been in standard one or two.
Fastforward ten years later.
She had appeared for her matric exam and was getting ready for NERIST entrance exam. I often visited her house ( naturally whenever I needed something from my aunt or uncle ... being a truant youngman) during those days. Whenever I came, she would be the first to come out and greet me and tell all about her dreams and plans as wont a young girl of 15 would and elicit a promise from me to visit her regularly incase she makes it to NERIST. I would, I promised, for upteemth time. Fate had something else for her, and NERIST simply vanished from our horizon.
In a short while, I started courting her aunt and Nanu became my willing accomplice in wooeing my fiance . Her aunt became my better half with passage of time, and we became closer as a family.
Meanwhile, I had joined civil service, and was posted in Gauhaty. Once again Nanu and I were involved in trying to build her dream into reality as she came down to Gauhaty for various entrance exams. She had all the stuff to be a succesfull candidate for either medical or engineering college. But, what did we know fate had something else for her and she would straddle across the country like a free bird.
She joined Delhi university. She would make a stopover at my place at Gauhaty whenever she passed through. After graduation she joined TISS, Mumbai to finish her PG. I was tied up with my career and she after her profession. Still we kept in touch through phone and she was all gong ho about her studies and her future dreams.
I went to Afghanistan for two years and she joined an NGO. Whenever, I called her up, she would elicit promise from me to visit her in Mumbai. I would, I promised once again for umpteemth time, but could never make good my promise.
Last summer, I met her for a very brief moment at Itanagar. In that brief moment, she told me all about her dreams once again. She had dreams, beautiful dreams of world filled with beautiful people which she enjoyed and shared. She, always a child at heart whenever she met me, saw me as a means to weave and chase her seamless dreams.
How did we know she had roused the envy of Gods and angels by her lively nature and beautiful being, that they would pluck her in the prime of her youth. Before she could spread her wings to realise her earthly dreams, they took her to be with them in the heaven above.
On 31st October'2008, while we mortals waited for her to spread her wings and take to the sky to fulfill her dreams, GODS in the heaven quitely stole her from us.
O heavenly spirits, I do not have any ill will towards you for snatching her from amongst us, but I pray thee, that she may remain as free and happy in your paradise as she was here. And that she glide in the valleys, soar into the sky, hop from flower to flower as her spirit flows. Let her spirit remain unfettered under your safe guidance, Good Lord. May she continue to bring warmth of a winter sun and gentle breeze of summer evenings in heaven as on earth.
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
AN UNCLE REMEMBERS
When you left...............................
I always knew you were an angel. And now you have gone to be with your own folks. Angel you were, but with a difference .. for
You left .... the shadow of your being in the sunlit path of my life forever,
Youleftyour mirthfull laughter which would shame the songs of rivulets meandering and spiralling down the hill,
You left your sparkling eye, filled with mischiefs that would shame the fawns sporting in a meadow,
You left your angelic smile all scaterred, and never cared to gather it before you left for your heavenly abode,
You left so many things half done, were you in a hurry?
************
Good Angel
Even so, you are in a fairy land now,
Be ever as happy as you were,
Among the fairies, dancing from flower to flower
Suckling the honey that nourishes your eternal being
Here, your AKU prays for your soul and spirit,
Knowing full well, you are the one who need no prayers,
For you, yourself are the prayer
The Good angel !
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The Old Fool
This old fool will,
At times be emotional,
Eyes will become misty.
Excuse him.
And if you happen to pass by in your angelic way,
Dont be startled by,
The drop of tears,
From Old fool's eyes.
Excuse him.
If you happen to fly by with your fairy friends,
And peek through the window,
And see this Old Fools lips,
Mumbling,
Just skip through,
For this Old Fool,
Asks his Lord,
Why pluck the flower before it blooms,
Before it yields to ,
the caress of the winds,
songs of the bees,
dance of the butterflies,
sweetness of the water,
warmth of the spring sun.
The freshness of dews still on its petals,
You took her away.
Is it because, you were jealous,
Of the beauty of your own creation?
Tell your fairy friends,
This is your own foolish AKU SULU,
In his own foolish way,
Conversing with Lord.
Excuse him
And as you fly away once again,
Into your heavenly abode,
Look back once again,
But think no more,
Of your Foolish Aku Sulu,
For emotions are preserves of we mortals.
Adieu Adieu
Fastforward ten years later.
She had appeared for her matric exam and was getting ready for NERIST entrance exam. I often visited her house ( naturally whenever I needed something from my aunt or uncle ... being a truant youngman) during those days. Whenever I came, she would be the first to come out and greet me and tell all about her dreams and plans as wont a young girl of 15 would and elicit a promise from me to visit her regularly incase she makes it to NERIST. I would, I promised, for upteemth time. Fate had something else for her, and NERIST simply vanished from our horizon.
In a short while, I started courting her aunt and Nanu became my willing accomplice in wooeing my fiance . Her aunt became my better half with passage of time, and we became closer as a family.
Meanwhile, I had joined civil service, and was posted in Gauhaty. Once again Nanu and I were involved in trying to build her dream into reality as she came down to Gauhaty for various entrance exams. She had all the stuff to be a succesfull candidate for either medical or engineering college. But, what did we know fate had something else for her and she would straddle across the country like a free bird.
She joined Delhi university. She would make a stopover at my place at Gauhaty whenever she passed through. After graduation she joined TISS, Mumbai to finish her PG. I was tied up with my career and she after her profession. Still we kept in touch through phone and she was all gong ho about her studies and her future dreams.
I went to Afghanistan for two years and she joined an NGO. Whenever, I called her up, she would elicit promise from me to visit her in Mumbai. I would, I promised once again for umpteemth time, but could never make good my promise.
Last summer, I met her for a very brief moment at Itanagar. In that brief moment, she told me all about her dreams once again. She had dreams, beautiful dreams of world filled with beautiful people which she enjoyed and shared. She, always a child at heart whenever she met me, saw me as a means to weave and chase her seamless dreams.
How did we know she had roused the envy of Gods and angels by her lively nature and beautiful being, that they would pluck her in the prime of her youth. Before she could spread her wings to realise her earthly dreams, they took her to be with them in the heaven above.
On 31st October'2008, while we mortals waited for her to spread her wings and take to the sky to fulfill her dreams, GODS in the heaven quitely stole her from us.
O heavenly spirits, I do not have any ill will towards you for snatching her from amongst us, but I pray thee, that she may remain as free and happy in your paradise as she was here. And that she glide in the valleys, soar into the sky, hop from flower to flower as her spirit flows. Let her spirit remain unfettered under your safe guidance, Good Lord. May she continue to bring warmth of a winter sun and gentle breeze of summer evenings in heaven as on earth.
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
AN UNCLE REMEMBERS
When you left...............................
I always knew you were an angel. And now you have gone to be with your own folks. Angel you were, but with a difference .. for
You left .... the shadow of your being in the sunlit path of my life forever,
Youleftyour mirthfull laughter which would shame the songs of rivulets meandering and spiralling down the hill,
You left your sparkling eye, filled with mischiefs that would shame the fawns sporting in a meadow,
You left your angelic smile all scaterred, and never cared to gather it before you left for your heavenly abode,
You left so many things half done, were you in a hurry?
************
Good Angel
Even so, you are in a fairy land now,
Be ever as happy as you were,
Among the fairies, dancing from flower to flower
Suckling the honey that nourishes your eternal being
Here, your AKU prays for your soul and spirit,
Knowing full well, you are the one who need no prayers,
For you, yourself are the prayer
The Good angel !
########################################
The Old Fool
This old fool will,
At times be emotional,
Eyes will become misty.
Excuse him.
And if you happen to pass by in your angelic way,
Dont be startled by,
The drop of tears,
From Old fool's eyes.
Excuse him.
If you happen to fly by with your fairy friends,
And peek through the window,
And see this Old Fools lips,
Mumbling,
Just skip through,
For this Old Fool,
Asks his Lord,
Why pluck the flower before it blooms,
Before it yields to ,
the caress of the winds,
songs of the bees,
dance of the butterflies,
sweetness of the water,
warmth of the spring sun.
The freshness of dews still on its petals,
You took her away.
Is it because, you were jealous,
Of the beauty of your own creation?
Tell your fairy friends,
This is your own foolish AKU SULU,
In his own foolish way,
Conversing with Lord.
Excuse him
And as you fly away once again,
Into your heavenly abode,
Look back once again,
But think no more,
Of your Foolish Aku Sulu,
For emotions are preserves of we mortals.
Adieu Adieu
Monday, July 7, 2008
When everything seems to fall apart .......
When everything about life seems to fall apart and every plan seems to go wrong, stay put and hold your head, high and clear, and look for that silver lining which flickers just beyond that fading horizon. You shall find it inevitably, and, unfailingly hope shall become reality. Whenever everything in life seems to go wrong and the whole universe seems to be conspiring against me, I calm myself with above words.
When you, yourself seems to be falling in a bottomless pit, when the last breath seems to have gone out and the last of the muscle seems to have given way to the pains, hold on for few more minutes, and then few more minutes, and then for few more minutes, there you shall reach the finishing line as a winner, there you shall win the ball from your opponent. On the occasions when I participated in a long race and was faltering near the end ,or was in a football game, dribling across the enemy line, I used to motivate my waning stamina and tired spirit with above words.
By Lord's blessing, my life has been sailing smoothly and gently for sometime and I have long given up running races and being a aggresive soccer player. Tell you, in my younger days I was a passionate soccer player and for me, fair play was not a better part of my valour in the game. I used to rough up and be roughed up tackeld and be tackled, life was a passionate love affair and everything seemed fair and enjoyed the melee to the hilt. Youth was so intoxicating and I drank it with both hands. Football was best way I could unleash my untamed youthfull energy. By God, my life was football, football and football.
Times have elapsed and age has mellowed my wild spirit. Along the life, without realising when I changed the lane, I find myself walking in a safer and more gentle side of life's path. I find myself looking at better and pleasenter sides of my life and picking up bright things and overlooking darker things . I find myself, humming a song of happiness and fulfillment as I stroll along the life of passion.
But was my life destined to be a never ending saga of pleasentries and smooth sailing? It seemed so till I ...... !!! How so ???
Well, I had a well laid out plan for my life and family when I boarded a Deccan Airline for my home from New Delhi on 14.06.2008. I was heading home to bring my family from Ziro, Arunachal Pradesh to New Delhi. Life seemed bright and promising and future looked like a long and straight highway, smooth and green. I could almost feel myself cruising along the highway of my life gently and pleasently. After all, I had laid out my plans perfect to the last end. I had come back from Afghanistan in the end of November'07 and joined my new place of posting at New Delhi. By April end, I had managed to get accomodation at one of the poshest and best location in Delhi. I also had managed to furnish it by May end. By the first week of June, I had confirmed from my head office that I will not be moved from New Delhi in near future. There are two very well reputed schools within the sight of my house. I spoke to the school authorities about the admission and they assured me of admission for my children. Everything was tied up and here I was on my way to bring my family members. We were going to stay together after almost three years of separation. Icing on the cake for my onward journey was the fact that I was going to meet one of my childhood friends at Guwahaty and from there we would be travelling together to our hometown.
Ominous signals of my misfortune started casting its shadow after I landed at Guwahaty. I went to call on two of my seniors at Guwahaty. To my ill luck, both of them were not present when I visited their homes. There was a miscommunication between my friend and myself, had a few hot words by mobile, did not meet each other and boarded separate buses for Itanagar even without seeing each other till fate brought us together next morning near a huge land slide. This was one of those regular occasions when very close friends have a angry tiff off with a assured knowledge that before dust settles down from the present row, things would have been forgotten and kidding each other will start.As we were moving out of city, we found serpentine line of vehicles stuck in some goddamned traffic jamm. After waiting for two hours, at around 11 pm, we took a detour and headed for Itanagar via alternate route. On reaching Karsingsha, which is around 20km short of Itanagar, bus stopped as there was huge landslide. There I found my friend stuck too. First of my long walk to home started. We walked around 5 km and got picked up from Nirjuli in a Maruti car. Oblivious to us, Itanagar was cut off from rest of India due to torrential rain fall for last one day. Neither did coming days looked promising. Rain and land slide had claimed 18 lives the previous day. Our spirits were further dampened when the news of massive land slides on the Ziro- Itanagar road was broken to us. The news was that, Ziro, my home town, where my family stays would remain cut off for more than two months. We remained stuck up at Itanagar for four days and on 19th June we decided to trekk down to our beloved hometown. As per my original plan, we were to leave Ziro on 19th June for Itanagar. Instead, I was walking through the broken paths to reach my family. We walked for around 36kms i.e from Midpu to Potin through the rain and mud. A Tata Sumo was sent from Ziro to pick us up. To our great relief we found it waiting for us as we clibmed over last of the short cuts with60 degree inclination.. By the time I reached Potin, my knee hurt me so much that, I was unable to bend it and lift my legs. With great difficulty, I hobbled up the vehicle. On reaching Ziro, I tried to get down at market place, but my legs couldnot support me and I almost fell flat on my botts. Driver and a friend lifted me up and put me in vehicle again. My spirit was high and I was my cherubic self, but my knees were not listening to me. I was unable to stand on my own. On reaching home, I was literally carried upstairs.
For five days I didnot go anywhere and remained confined to bedroom and drawing room. And during these five days, I kept contemplating on the matters concerning people of Ziro and their helplessnes on the face of such natural calamities. Costs of essential items had skyrocketted, there was fuel scarcity and auto rickshaws and public transports had stopped plying, unable to feed, many schools had vacated their hostels and sent their students home. Many more couldnot afford fuel for their school buses and closed down their schools. Sick couldnot go for treatment at other places, students missed their tryst with admission dates and men and women looking for job missed out on their interview dates. Such was the chaos thrown up on everyday life of ziroians.
My best laid plans also had gone kaput.I came back to Itanagar on25th aongwith my family through a very trying and treacherous road.
On reaching New Delhi on 30th June'08, I came to know that I had been posted to some other office. This was the ultimate sour part of my well laid plan. I was looking at the prospect of hunting for new house and school for my children at yet unknown location. One single factor which prompted me to bring my family to New Delhi was the fact that I had a comfortable accomodation a in a very good location with all the amenities within a short reach.The very thing was snatched from under my feet while I was sharing the dream with my family. It was a great shock. Yup. Initially bumbfounded. Wasnt expecting such a turn of events.
However, I wasnt giving up my good life, and my good life was in my mind and not in the material surrounding. I got my children admitted in school and they are a bunch(two boys and a girl) of a happy going school children as of now. I am looking forward to new posting and take the life by its horn. One may change my material surrounding, but till I have my spirit to live burning, nothing can prevent me from living and enjoying life. Every single day, every single minute is a moment of celebration for being a conscious part of this beautiful universe.
When you, yourself seems to be falling in a bottomless pit, when the last breath seems to have gone out and the last of the muscle seems to have given way to the pains, hold on for few more minutes, and then few more minutes, and then for few more minutes, there you shall reach the finishing line as a winner, there you shall win the ball from your opponent. On the occasions when I participated in a long race and was faltering near the end ,or was in a football game, dribling across the enemy line, I used to motivate my waning stamina and tired spirit with above words.
By Lord's blessing, my life has been sailing smoothly and gently for sometime and I have long given up running races and being a aggresive soccer player. Tell you, in my younger days I was a passionate soccer player and for me, fair play was not a better part of my valour in the game. I used to rough up and be roughed up tackeld and be tackled, life was a passionate love affair and everything seemed fair and enjoyed the melee to the hilt. Youth was so intoxicating and I drank it with both hands. Football was best way I could unleash my untamed youthfull energy. By God, my life was football, football and football.
Times have elapsed and age has mellowed my wild spirit. Along the life, without realising when I changed the lane, I find myself walking in a safer and more gentle side of life's path. I find myself looking at better and pleasenter sides of my life and picking up bright things and overlooking darker things . I find myself, humming a song of happiness and fulfillment as I stroll along the life of passion.
But was my life destined to be a never ending saga of pleasentries and smooth sailing? It seemed so till I ...... !!! How so ???
Well, I had a well laid out plan for my life and family when I boarded a Deccan Airline for my home from New Delhi on 14.06.2008. I was heading home to bring my family from Ziro, Arunachal Pradesh to New Delhi. Life seemed bright and promising and future looked like a long and straight highway, smooth and green. I could almost feel myself cruising along the highway of my life gently and pleasently. After all, I had laid out my plans perfect to the last end. I had come back from Afghanistan in the end of November'07 and joined my new place of posting at New Delhi. By April end, I had managed to get accomodation at one of the poshest and best location in Delhi. I also had managed to furnish it by May end. By the first week of June, I had confirmed from my head office that I will not be moved from New Delhi in near future. There are two very well reputed schools within the sight of my house. I spoke to the school authorities about the admission and they assured me of admission for my children. Everything was tied up and here I was on my way to bring my family members. We were going to stay together after almost three years of separation. Icing on the cake for my onward journey was the fact that I was going to meet one of my childhood friends at Guwahaty and from there we would be travelling together to our hometown.
Ominous signals of my misfortune started casting its shadow after I landed at Guwahaty. I went to call on two of my seniors at Guwahaty. To my ill luck, both of them were not present when I visited their homes. There was a miscommunication between my friend and myself, had a few hot words by mobile, did not meet each other and boarded separate buses for Itanagar even without seeing each other till fate brought us together next morning near a huge land slide. This was one of those regular occasions when very close friends have a angry tiff off with a assured knowledge that before dust settles down from the present row, things would have been forgotten and kidding each other will start.As we were moving out of city, we found serpentine line of vehicles stuck in some goddamned traffic jamm. After waiting for two hours, at around 11 pm, we took a detour and headed for Itanagar via alternate route. On reaching Karsingsha, which is around 20km short of Itanagar, bus stopped as there was huge landslide. There I found my friend stuck too. First of my long walk to home started. We walked around 5 km and got picked up from Nirjuli in a Maruti car. Oblivious to us, Itanagar was cut off from rest of India due to torrential rain fall for last one day. Neither did coming days looked promising. Rain and land slide had claimed 18 lives the previous day. Our spirits were further dampened when the news of massive land slides on the Ziro- Itanagar road was broken to us. The news was that, Ziro, my home town, where my family stays would remain cut off for more than two months. We remained stuck up at Itanagar for four days and on 19th June we decided to trekk down to our beloved hometown. As per my original plan, we were to leave Ziro on 19th June for Itanagar. Instead, I was walking through the broken paths to reach my family. We walked for around 36kms i.e from Midpu to Potin through the rain and mud. A Tata Sumo was sent from Ziro to pick us up. To our great relief we found it waiting for us as we clibmed over last of the short cuts with60 degree inclination.. By the time I reached Potin, my knee hurt me so much that, I was unable to bend it and lift my legs. With great difficulty, I hobbled up the vehicle. On reaching Ziro, I tried to get down at market place, but my legs couldnot support me and I almost fell flat on my botts. Driver and a friend lifted me up and put me in vehicle again. My spirit was high and I was my cherubic self, but my knees were not listening to me. I was unable to stand on my own. On reaching home, I was literally carried upstairs.
For five days I didnot go anywhere and remained confined to bedroom and drawing room. And during these five days, I kept contemplating on the matters concerning people of Ziro and their helplessnes on the face of such natural calamities. Costs of essential items had skyrocketted, there was fuel scarcity and auto rickshaws and public transports had stopped plying, unable to feed, many schools had vacated their hostels and sent their students home. Many more couldnot afford fuel for their school buses and closed down their schools. Sick couldnot go for treatment at other places, students missed their tryst with admission dates and men and women looking for job missed out on their interview dates. Such was the chaos thrown up on everyday life of ziroians.
My best laid plans also had gone kaput.I came back to Itanagar on25th aongwith my family through a very trying and treacherous road.
On reaching New Delhi on 30th June'08, I came to know that I had been posted to some other office. This was the ultimate sour part of my well laid plan. I was looking at the prospect of hunting for new house and school for my children at yet unknown location. One single factor which prompted me to bring my family to New Delhi was the fact that I had a comfortable accomodation a in a very good location with all the amenities within a short reach.The very thing was snatched from under my feet while I was sharing the dream with my family. It was a great shock. Yup. Initially bumbfounded. Wasnt expecting such a turn of events.
However, I wasnt giving up my good life, and my good life was in my mind and not in the material surrounding. I got my children admitted in school and they are a bunch(two boys and a girl) of a happy going school children as of now. I am looking forward to new posting and take the life by its horn. One may change my material surrounding, but till I have my spirit to live burning, nothing can prevent me from living and enjoying life. Every single day, every single minute is a moment of celebration for being a conscious part of this beautiful universe.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Conversing With Myself -III
A beautiful perspective to see through your day .......
Another beautifull message I got from my uncle yesterday morning.
" The beauty of the morning isnt the sunrise but the thought of God giving us another day to see through life and become more wise." Good morning.
How true, how true I told myself. And while I was taking the morning walk this morning, I saw the lovely message among the flowers that blossomed all round the subroto park, in the leaves that looked fresh with the morning dews, in the birds that sang and danced from tree to tree, flower to flower, the gentle breeze caressing through my body and mind and weaving through the hair. How miraculous everything looks and how how wonderfull his creations are. I marvelled so.
The beauty of the world grows deeper and wider when we align with nature with depthness of our soul and acceptance of Almighty's blessings in his every creation.
And if you have a doubt, or the problems you face during the day seems unsurmountable, then take a deep breathe, reflect on HIM and ask yourself whether it is the end of the world, or there is a life beyond this seeming problem. You will see, how the momentary difficulty pales in the light of the bigger picture of life that each of us is destined to live, in the wide range of choices we have align our life according to our will.
World, after all is as I will. What better way to start the day with right attitude and gratitude to Lord for blessing us with another day which we can shape with our own hand.
Another beautifull message I got from my uncle yesterday morning.
" The beauty of the morning isnt the sunrise but the thought of God giving us another day to see through life and become more wise." Good morning.
How true, how true I told myself. And while I was taking the morning walk this morning, I saw the lovely message among the flowers that blossomed all round the subroto park, in the leaves that looked fresh with the morning dews, in the birds that sang and danced from tree to tree, flower to flower, the gentle breeze caressing through my body and mind and weaving through the hair. How miraculous everything looks and how how wonderfull his creations are. I marvelled so.
The beauty of the world grows deeper and wider when we align with nature with depthness of our soul and acceptance of Almighty's blessings in his every creation.
And if you have a doubt, or the problems you face during the day seems unsurmountable, then take a deep breathe, reflect on HIM and ask yourself whether it is the end of the world, or there is a life beyond this seeming problem. You will see, how the momentary difficulty pales in the light of the bigger picture of life that each of us is destined to live, in the wide range of choices we have align our life according to our will.
World, after all is as I will. What better way to start the day with right attitude and gratitude to Lord for blessing us with another day which we can shape with our own hand.
So says sulu to himself.
Monday, June 2, 2008
The better half.
When a person is in trouble, and the problems in life seems unsurmountable, one should get married,............. ...................... .................... troubles will become more benign because all other problems becomes smaller ...compared with marital so and so. This was a sunday testimony from a youngman who was to get married on Monday i.e today. It brought a peal of laughter instantly. followed by a moment of silence on introspection.
When I was driving back from church in my caribbean blue colour alto, the words of that young man rankled in my mind, and I started reflecting on various marital advise I was offered.
Of particular interest was the advise given by the then Chief Secretary of Haryana, who had come as a senior guest lecturer and to interact with probationers who had just joined civil service. What he had to say was, "Young men, always keep in mind, marriage management is as difficult and important as your career management. Give equal time and importance to marriage and carrier." It was a sagely advise, and my appreciation for it grows as I grow older in my marriage and career. The trick is to balance between being a loving and caring spouse and not getting taken for granted.
Another aphorism on marriage I came across was, when I met a senior, who had just got married. On being congratulated he expressed that there wasnt much to celebrate and followed up with the quip " Khao to bhi Pachtao, nahin khao bhi to pachtao. Main ne khake hi pachtane ka faisla kiya." Loosely translated, it means that marriage is something which you repent when you do it, and also repent when you dont do. This doesnt sound very optimistic. Nevertheless marriage is not a continuous saga of bed of roses of those suhag raats, it has its roses and fragrances, but it also has its thorns and stenches. Marriage, like a plant needs continuous tending and caring,occasional dose of fertilizers and prunning are needed to keep marriage thriving and blissful.
But the particular incident which brings forth spontaneous mirth to my face, is of a incident with a very close friend of mine back at Ziro. We are three friends, who always seems to be looking for peace of mind everywhere and calling for ceasefire with our spouses after having wrongly( from other half's point of view) stepped on their toes. One particular incident which made one of us really go red with embarassment and a feeling of emptiness when our ego is pricked like that of air out of balloon, happened this way.
It was one of those moments when everything in marriage seems to go wrong, and the better half is in full battle gear ready to defend her sphere of influence within the marital kingdom, and any overtures for ceasefire seems to bounce back with increased intensity of hostility. Every attempt on the part of husband to bring some peace seems to be adding fuel to the fire. Man, he was in his most desperate momemts. Then like a streak of light beyond the dark cloud, wife speaks to him in the most gentle words. " ............ from whatever is happening in our marriage, I have come of the opinion that I must get married to you even in our next birth." My friends faced suddenly became brighter with anticipated pride , chest instantaneously expanded with ego being pumped up. Atleast, he thought so. ....... In the same tone, wife continued, " ... next birth .. yes, next birth, when we are married, I will be husband and you shall be my wife. I shall come with same attitude as you have of me now. Only then shall we appreciate each others travail." With this simple word , whatever pride my friend had built up in his own right throughout the life went out with a puff, like a wind out of balloon.
This is a true incident which has happened within a very close circle of friends. For modesty's sake, I shall refrain from taking his name.
Marriage needs empathy more than sympathy. Learning to look at things from other half's perspective certainly helps in appreciating each other, by accepting each other's differences. We are individuals with our own sense of biases and opinions, characters imbibed through our environment and family and also by our genetical make up. Each of us needs sufficient personal space to maneouvre our emotions and moods, our aspirations and desires, our hopes and despair. Very often than not, we fail to look at things from our spouse's perspective, and also from accepting the fact that there is a difference of perspective and it is better to respect each others perspective rather than prevail our opinion on our hapless otherhalf.
These are little thoughts about marriage, which I felt might help us to have a healthier marriage life. By no stretct of imagination, I can vouch I have perfect marriage. Far far far from it. But knowing the facts about marriage, helps me untanlge occasional misunderstading that crops up in our marriage, it helps see the thorns and ditches, and to be prepared for eventuality if it cannot be avoided.
Like death, marriage is made made in heaven. No one knows when where and how it will happen till it happens. But how we live our marriage is in our hand and attitude.
When I was driving back from church in my caribbean blue colour alto, the words of that young man rankled in my mind, and I started reflecting on various marital advise I was offered.
Of particular interest was the advise given by the then Chief Secretary of Haryana, who had come as a senior guest lecturer and to interact with probationers who had just joined civil service. What he had to say was, "Young men, always keep in mind, marriage management is as difficult and important as your career management. Give equal time and importance to marriage and carrier." It was a sagely advise, and my appreciation for it grows as I grow older in my marriage and career. The trick is to balance between being a loving and caring spouse and not getting taken for granted.
Another aphorism on marriage I came across was, when I met a senior, who had just got married. On being congratulated he expressed that there wasnt much to celebrate and followed up with the quip " Khao to bhi Pachtao, nahin khao bhi to pachtao. Main ne khake hi pachtane ka faisla kiya." Loosely translated, it means that marriage is something which you repent when you do it, and also repent when you dont do. This doesnt sound very optimistic. Nevertheless marriage is not a continuous saga of bed of roses of those suhag raats, it has its roses and fragrances, but it also has its thorns and stenches. Marriage, like a plant needs continuous tending and caring,occasional dose of fertilizers and prunning are needed to keep marriage thriving and blissful.
But the particular incident which brings forth spontaneous mirth to my face, is of a incident with a very close friend of mine back at Ziro. We are three friends, who always seems to be looking for peace of mind everywhere and calling for ceasefire with our spouses after having wrongly( from other half's point of view) stepped on their toes. One particular incident which made one of us really go red with embarassment and a feeling of emptiness when our ego is pricked like that of air out of balloon, happened this way.
It was one of those moments when everything in marriage seems to go wrong, and the better half is in full battle gear ready to defend her sphere of influence within the marital kingdom, and any overtures for ceasefire seems to bounce back with increased intensity of hostility. Every attempt on the part of husband to bring some peace seems to be adding fuel to the fire. Man, he was in his most desperate momemts. Then like a streak of light beyond the dark cloud, wife speaks to him in the most gentle words. " ............ from whatever is happening in our marriage, I have come of the opinion that I must get married to you even in our next birth." My friends faced suddenly became brighter with anticipated pride , chest instantaneously expanded with ego being pumped up. Atleast, he thought so. ....... In the same tone, wife continued, " ... next birth .. yes, next birth, when we are married, I will be husband and you shall be my wife. I shall come with same attitude as you have of me now. Only then shall we appreciate each others travail." With this simple word , whatever pride my friend had built up in his own right throughout the life went out with a puff, like a wind out of balloon.
This is a true incident which has happened within a very close circle of friends. For modesty's sake, I shall refrain from taking his name.
Marriage needs empathy more than sympathy. Learning to look at things from other half's perspective certainly helps in appreciating each other, by accepting each other's differences. We are individuals with our own sense of biases and opinions, characters imbibed through our environment and family and also by our genetical make up. Each of us needs sufficient personal space to maneouvre our emotions and moods, our aspirations and desires, our hopes and despair. Very often than not, we fail to look at things from our spouse's perspective, and also from accepting the fact that there is a difference of perspective and it is better to respect each others perspective rather than prevail our opinion on our hapless otherhalf.
These are little thoughts about marriage, which I felt might help us to have a healthier marriage life. By no stretct of imagination, I can vouch I have perfect marriage. Far far far from it. But knowing the facts about marriage, helps me untanlge occasional misunderstading that crops up in our marriage, it helps see the thorns and ditches, and to be prepared for eventuality if it cannot be avoided.
Like death, marriage is made made in heaven. No one knows when where and how it will happen till it happens. But how we live our marriage is in our hand and attitude.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Conversing With Myself - II
I got a buck up call from one of my uncle in the way of occasional inspirational sms he sends. Last evening evening he sent me this sms -
"BIRTH was not your choice. DEATH will not be your choice. But YES, the way you live between the two terminals is only your Choice."
I love to be in control of my living life. I mean to live and not survive and dictate the term and standard by which I want lead a happy and contented life. Few things which makes me fully in controll of my life are getting up early and walking or exercising upto an hour, deep inhaling exercises, having enough time to contemplate my day ahead, coming to office on time and leaving at right time and having whole of evening to myself and going to bed by 10.30 PM. This routine, though looks innocuous, gives me the feel of immense power and contentedness. Reading bible and praying Lord Jesus gives me spiritual satisfaction. When my family is with me, nothing like spending quality time with my children.
My dear readers will ask me why then, I am putting my best foot back ward. HHmmm!!! Its because I lost control of my life for last few days by going to bed fast two o'clock in the night and getting up late in the morning, thereby loosing my most precious hour of the day, not having gone to church for last two three weeks, and not being able to fully concentrate on my job. All this hullaboo is outcome of my failure to go to bed on time. Today morning also I got up late i.e 0700Hrs and kept ruing over my lazyself self taking over my dilligent self. I had my two financial papers to read, a breakfast to be prepared, bath to be taken and to get ready to go to church, and also exercise which keeps me energised whole day . Time was past my exercise time and there just seems to be not enough time to do everything that I liked to start my day with.
When you are up with such negative thoughts from your sleep it certainly merited my comment best footbackward. Be away you lazy self, be away you negative self, be away you slothfull self ! ......... ................
And LO! after giving vent to my accumualted negative self, i feel lighter and more postive, I see the rainbow colour over the bend. I shall have a nice bath and attend Sunday Churh. Peace Happiness and Goodday to you all. The stretch between two terminals of birth and death is your blank canvas. Paint it the way you want it to be. Once again wishing you a vey happy and fufilling journey between these two terminals.
"BIRTH was not your choice. DEATH will not be your choice. But YES, the way you live between the two terminals is only your Choice."
I love to be in control of my living life. I mean to live and not survive and dictate the term and standard by which I want lead a happy and contented life. Few things which makes me fully in controll of my life are getting up early and walking or exercising upto an hour, deep inhaling exercises, having enough time to contemplate my day ahead, coming to office on time and leaving at right time and having whole of evening to myself and going to bed by 10.30 PM. This routine, though looks innocuous, gives me the feel of immense power and contentedness. Reading bible and praying Lord Jesus gives me spiritual satisfaction. When my family is with me, nothing like spending quality time with my children.
My dear readers will ask me why then, I am putting my best foot back ward. HHmmm!!! Its because I lost control of my life for last few days by going to bed fast two o'clock in the night and getting up late in the morning, thereby loosing my most precious hour of the day, not having gone to church for last two three weeks, and not being able to fully concentrate on my job. All this hullaboo is outcome of my failure to go to bed on time. Today morning also I got up late i.e 0700Hrs and kept ruing over my lazyself self taking over my dilligent self. I had my two financial papers to read, a breakfast to be prepared, bath to be taken and to get ready to go to church, and also exercise which keeps me energised whole day . Time was past my exercise time and there just seems to be not enough time to do everything that I liked to start my day with.
When you are up with such negative thoughts from your sleep it certainly merited my comment best footbackward. Be away you lazy self, be away you negative self, be away you slothfull self ! ......... ................
And LO! after giving vent to my accumualted negative self, i feel lighter and more postive, I see the rainbow colour over the bend. I shall have a nice bath and attend Sunday Churh. Peace Happiness and Goodday to you all. The stretch between two terminals of birth and death is your blank canvas. Paint it the way you want it to be. Once again wishing you a vey happy and fufilling journey between these two terminals.
So says sulu to himself.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Caribbean Blue
Ever since I descended in
Now, once again I was torn between please all attitude and my vision of running family of of six and a parent back home with a take home pay of just Rs15000 in
Last week, my departmental sanctioned a car loan of Rs144000/- and this, somewhat started blurring my vision of rationality. When I called my wife one evening and told her about my decission to go ahead with Maruti, she very gently expressed that Maruti 800, though good, was too run down, and referred how we have been driving one for near about last one decade. She opined we might consider Maruti Alto, which will give atleast a feel of channge.
Man, nothing touches a husbands ego than a wife daring in such innocuous manner. I was moved, but my prospect of living on Rs15000/- per month with a relatively large family kept me bound to my economic necessity. Well, I was still decided on going ahead with my old 800.
Last week I paid a visit to Rana Motors near Bikaji Cama place and started flipping through brochures. Salesman was at his politest way, my eyes were feasting on many cars that were displayed. While going through Alto's brochure a word '
Today turned out to be my lucky day, a day I was looking forward for my Caribbean Blue Colour Car. I went to take delivery of my beloved car and tell you all! it didnot disappoint me.
The colour is simply cool. And I have kept it tenderly locked up in my garage as if a young lover would put his arm around his beloved for the first time.
This is the short and long of how I ended up owning a '
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Conversing With Myself - I
Every evening I decide to be up by 0500 hrs next morning, keep my resolution for few days, then slip away by ten -fifteen minutes everyday and when I slip down to 0630, I give a buck up call to myself and once again start my 0500Hrs ritual. Presently I am in a late raising zone and thereby skipping my morning yoga and walk. Today was no exception and was up by 0630 hrs, and spent my first few moments ruing over my indiscipline life and prospect of loosing my morning exercise. And like all other previous mornings I resolved to be up by 0500Hrs from next morning. Lets see, how I bounce back from present low.
It is a very refreshing experience to be an early raiser. The fresh air that I inhale in gulps, the birds singing in nearby trees and being at their most playfull mood, the sense of control I have of my own life, the ample time I have for my day to be planned is too good to give a miss. It is that initial inertia of few moments that define my day. If I break that inertia, my day is in my hand and when I am unable to shake off my initial inertia, I get up with a feeling of being a looser and all day, the negative feeling pervades my life.
Today, some how seems to be another promising day for me, lets see what it holds for me and what make it hold for me.
So says sulu to himself
It is a very refreshing experience to be an early raiser. The fresh air that I inhale in gulps, the birds singing in nearby trees and being at their most playfull mood, the sense of control I have of my own life, the ample time I have for my day to be planned is too good to give a miss. It is that initial inertia of few moments that define my day. If I break that inertia, my day is in my hand and when I am unable to shake off my initial inertia, I get up with a feeling of being a looser and all day, the negative feeling pervades my life.
Today, some how seems to be another promising day for me, lets see what it holds for me and what make it hold for me.
So says sulu to himself
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Life is a swan song
Life comes in many hues and colours and paints us with the hand that charts our destiny. It is in continuous process of evolution in incremental ways. At times it is part of me and at times it remains away from me. When it is within me, then it is in singular entity, and when it is out side of me it exists in plurality. When the duality of self is in possesion, then one can use the moment to introspect and self examination. What one's life was, what one's life is and what one's life ought to be is contempleted upon. In this moment of quiteness, one sees his life in its true colour, its contours and shapes are visible in a detached way. This is the moment when one is closest to identify himself with who he really is, a moment when one is at peace with himself and can smile at himself.
Having put my foot into mid life, I am starting to appreciate life like never before. Past four decade has been a beautiful song with its varied frequincies and tones. In celebration of wonderfull life I have lived, I dedicate this blogg to everything that life has to give me.
NB:- RM, thanks for prodding me.
Having put my foot into mid life, I am starting to appreciate life like never before. Past four decade has been a beautiful song with its varied frequincies and tones. In celebration of wonderfull life I have lived, I dedicate this blogg to everything that life has to give me.
NB:- RM, thanks for prodding me.
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