A little kingdom I possess,
Where thoughts and feelings dwell;
And very hard the task I find
Of governing it well.
~ Louisa May Alcott

...that more or less describes my situation!

 
I love Shayari. Have done so since the days of Doordarshan, when Mushairas and Shayari sessions used to be shown quite commonly on TV, late in the night. It used to be fun watching the old men recite verses in their Urdu accents, and every now and then going "Arz Hai", Irshaad"...I would pick up words and hints and though I was no good at mimickry, I loved imagining myself as one of the oldies, and would cook up my own toota-phoota sher-o-shayari...

Sadly (for some) and happily (for me), this curious infatuation stayed with me. The people who get to know me eventually get to hear my shayari, that too without warning, poor things!

One can only imagine how it must be when the Shayari enthusiast in me meets a willing victim in the form of another Shayari enthusiast (that I am subjected to the same torture, is another matter altogther!). A friend of mine, whom I fondly call King, is as besotted as me...and many are the days when we used to chat in Sher-o-Shayari lingo. I would come up with a Sher and to counter it, he would come up with a gem of his own. Let me present one of his best ones here --

"Woh ilzaam par ilzaam lagaye jaa rahe hain
Hum Majnu nahin fir bhi sau baar katl hue ja rahe hain"

After the customary Waah Waah, I had to admit to him in Anil Kapoor ishtyle, Chipkaich Daala!!

.........I would not have thought of writing about my love of Shayari, but for a funny happening. I suddenly awoke from sleep and lo! have these two lines in my head. Where they came from, I'll never know!

Kitnehi zakhm diye tune, ae parwane
Fir bhi shama bass jalti rahi...

Must be the ever ambitious shayar in me upto its old tricks!


posted by Sylvia D'souza at 10:47 pm 0 comments

 
I am not one for change and still less, one to seek change. If it were up to me, I would grapple to my soul all the things that are familiar and dear to me...but as someone said, "Change is the only constant in an inconstant world". And right now, I am on the verge of one; for the better or worse, maybe only time can tell.

I shall soon be leaving my present employment to join a new company. It has been a very pleasurable journey, from the time I first came here, to now, when I have to move on. The best part has been the opportunity I had to mingle with the best of people.

The one person (whom I cannot but mention), who not only tried to mould me, but also tried to instill in me, a belief in myself and in my capabilities, is my dear boss, Ashok. Incidentally, he is also the person who first inspired me to start this blog. For this and many other reasons; for the countless occasions where I was conscious of his kindness (which am sure I ill-deserved), I shall be largely indebted to him. I like to think that I shall have lost a colleague, but gained a friend in the process. I do hope so. In any case, am happier and indeed richer, for having known someone as special as him.

I once wrote as a comment in a fellow blogger's site, that no matter what the changes in one's life, there have to be some things that one can always depend on. It is the same as saying that no matter the number of places that you travel to, there has to be one place where you know you can come back to, and which you can call as Home.

One can enjoy the adventure, excitement, unpredictability of the sea so much better, when there is the stability, security and consistency of earth to return to -- or so I feel. In the midst of a sea of change in my life, I am yet glad...as I have these rocks to fall back on...and it is their support which makes me view the future with so much more of positiveness and so much less of trepidation....

...A bit late in the day, but to wind up, here's Wishing everyone a Very Happy Easter!! :)


posted by Sylvia D'souza at 12:16 am 0 comments

 
People say "Dreams don't come true"
that they're wrong, I have now proof
Each special moment I spent with you
Was nothing but a dream, so unreal- yet so true.


posted by Sylvia D'souza at 9:09 am 0 comments