Past Collections: Volume I

An epoch in my life when words such as love, passion and faith were main stream. I am thinking aloud now because I can look back at my past and smile at it.

May 2002: Was hoping to get a medical seat, wanted to be a Neurosurgeon. I wrote this piece for encouragement. This was to be my personal oath to care for all patients alike.

Climax: I lost Medicine by seven seats.

Definition of Success

• To look at life through heaven's eyes
• To have faith, to value time, to be patient
• To cherish memories of loved ones
• To accept shortcomings peacefully
• To admit faults with some remorse
• To love those who hate me
• To create a new world for someone whose world is ruined
• To live in the present and to envisage the future with unending dreams
• To dream, to build and work towards my goal
• To love myself with all my heart
• To embrace my enemy within
• To stand up against all odds
• To face adversity wit a smile
• To reinforce my strengths
• To enervate my weaknesses
• To live my life and welcome my death
• To have lived each moment through heaven's eyes...This is to have suceeded. Don't hope for a miracle...Be the Miracle!

July-August 2002: Selected Mechanical Engineering as my stream. There was an uproar outside the DTE in Porvorim (Goa). I was the first girl (and I think only gal) to have selected the stream. The officials asked me twice to ensure that I was sane at the time of decision and announced my decision again. People laughed at me when I stepped out.

A lady came up to me and said "You have proved how dumb you are to choose a guy's field. You should have taken IT or Electronics instead." I really did not care. I had lost what I was most passionate about since the age of 12. Do I repent? Not at all. Mechanical Engineering was one hell of an experience. Though I did lose something that day: Passion. Have not been passionate about anything since then. I love my life and enjoy living simple now. Wrote this piece just to comfort myself.

A Voice From Heaven

Let go the things that create desires

Stay away from relations that possession fires

Push urself hard from treasures you yearn

Stay clear of pleasures lest you burn

It may seem important right now

Still, let it go lest you later frown

All your joys would be fake if you choose this as true

Loosen ur reigns; let my voice help u sail through

Listen up, there's more to come our way

Clear the cacophony; see the true world of joy today

Let this wish from your urn of dreams

Look up child, there's a lot more of world's treasures you haven't yet seen

23rd January 2007: My first attempt in Hindi. I have written around 120 poems right from standard 7 but mainly in English and some terribly translated versions of French poems. But this piece is officially my first attempt in Hindi. Wrote this one when I was at a crossroad in my life (specifically 'a' crossroad coz there have been plenty). I hated coding. Java to me back then was only a place where Great Whites are found. It is said that if you cut yourself and fall in Australia, sharks can detect it from as far as Java.

Sorry to digress, as I said, coding sucked but I did not want to leave Cognizant as the time-clocking and money were both good. I wanted to run someplace. I did eventaully run to some of the most beautiful villages in Maharashtra and came back well, a bit decided. It was during this running that I learnt I could write. Steered my career in the realm of writing and have been there ever since.

Ehsaas was a nameless baby. I have penned down a name only recently.

Ehsaas

Yeh kya daur hai zindagi ka?

Kya khoya hai, kise kya pata

Bas ek ajnabi si pyaas adhuri hai kahin

Jiski talaash thi woh umeed bhi kho chali

Ab phirti hoon apni tanhayi mein

Chhod aayi hoon apni parchhayi bhi kahin

Yeh kaunse mukaam par layi hai tu zindagi?

Khudko is kadar kaise mein bhula chali?

Ab sochke kya dard kam kar paoongi main?

Kya apna wajood bhi kahin chhod kar main chal padi?

Yeh disha toh nahin thi meri nazar mein

Yeh kis chaurahe par zindagi tu mujhe chhod chali?

Yeh toh na socha tha ke tu bhi tthukra degi mujhe

Kyon is zameen ko tu is kadar banjar kar chali?

So, if you are thinking I came up with a good amateur poem, thanks. The inspiration was at the crossroads and the love part of the trio I mentioned in the start (love, faith and passion) has fueled some of the lines.