Mon Cherub

I always think that there is someone around me who is always with me and who guides me, inspires me to give just that one extra bit more(though it fails lot of times..;)), laughs at my quirks, smirks at my fooling around with things I don't know, gives a "God can only save her" kinda look at my foolishness, just holds me when I am low and depressed and is generally just there. No, I'm not freaked out if thats what you are thinking.Whenever I discuss it with my friends or peers, I get mixed reactions from them. Some just look at me with an eyebrow raised as if saying" you kidding me?", some nod vigorously saying that they too sometimes feel like that and some of them just give that mysterious smile as if saying that I also got to know their secret.

 So what is this secret?. One of my friend had long back told me that all of us have our guardian angels who look after us and are with us always. In fact, there are umpteen number of books written on this very subject like 'Angel' by Dr Sneh Desai( this is the one which my friend had read).Well, I  actually don't know much about Angels but I would like to believe that they are there somewhere watching over us. If I talk to the elders in my family then, they would say we always have our ancestors looking out for us. If we listen to the spiritual gurus then they have their own take on it. I don't know which one of it is actually true but one thing which I know and is common among all of these is belief.In each explanation there is a strong belief behind it, a very unyielding faith in the unknown. And I too believe. In fact more so in what I don't see rather than  in what is right in front of my eyes. Yes, I can feel my friend around me nodding appreciatively and giving an indulgent smile. :)

P.S: In case you are wondering about the title, it means My Angel in French...au revoir.

City of Dreams which brought me Joy

Mumbai- a city which I had never visited before 13th June,2010 but had always heard so much about. The cliche' that you come to Mumbai to chase your dreams, held true for me also- I came here to fulfill my dream of doing an MBA . When I came here the city seemed not at all like what I had envisioned it to be. I was not being able to put into words what I wanted to say about the city, but was reading something somewhere and then it struck me.The one thing which stands out in the city is its pulsating energy which emanates from the hundreds walking on the streets, all in a rush to reach somewhere, the lighted billboards calling out to you and the high rises standing faithfully next to the shanties. I sorely missed the old  world charm of Calcutta, the yellow cabs, the familarity of seeing umbrellas in summers more than in monsoons :), the unhurried pace of the officegoers and students alike, etc, etc( it could become another post in my blog ;) ). The days flew and Mumbai crept into my heart and cemented its place somewhere in its corner. I fell in love, though I don't know when it happened exactly. Was it the first time I saw The Gateway of India standing tall at the edge of the Arabian Sea? Or, was it when I sat on Marine Drive with my friends contemplating life and watching waves crashing against rocks with the Sun setting in the distant horizon? I don't know. But it happened, so if Calcutta is the love of my life then Mumbai definately is a fling which i can never forget in my lifetime....:):)

One Afternoon in Class

Today, the ethics lecture set me thinking about various thing which I unknowingly did but was not aware of its purpose. If I  talk about what I learnt then, it shall be the responsibilty to enjoy freedom. Freedom is the right of every individual I agree, but how many of us actually use it and not misuse it. When we are told not to do something, that is precisely what we want to do, which is childlike behaviour.So is this what we mean when we say we want to preserve the child in us- "dil toh bacha hai jii".We do not take the ability of the child to find happiness in small things, to love unconditionally but we take the stubborness of a child in refusing to listen to elders. I think about the things which I have done and not told my parents, specially when I was a teenager then I feel that the happiness in doing them was always incomplete somewhere because I knew they do not know.So, what is the next step? There are things which we know are not wrong so does that justify not telling our parents which is exactly what one of my classmates asked Mam. The answer which we got is that we should have the sense of right and wrong to decide that just like Shri Krishna in Mahabharata(P.S: thats influence of one of my friend reading The Bhagvad Gita). Does this change anything, the lecture ends we go back to our rooms and  humdrum of life begins again and we do not hesitate to lie yet again.