The lonely tree –


I saw this tree in a park the other day..standing alone! The tree standing there strong made me think. What would this lonely tree think?? Would it think that I am glad to be alone – no one to take the water that I need, no one to take the nutrients I need from the soil. I don’t have to waste my energy on fighting for my daily survival. So what if I don’t have anyone to talk to but at least I am free to do what I want to without being judged or have too many parameters that would define what and how I should do things. OR would it think I don’t have anyone; I have to stay here alone and no one to challenge me to do better.

Think about it – kind of how we would view our lives at different points of time. We love having people around and having them to love, to hate, to compete. But sometimes, we wish we could do things on our own in our own way and not let others define how we should act or live. We just wish we could just follow our instincts, be able to show our emotions as they are and not be shunned down for it. That lonely tree can show its emotions and follow its instincts since there is no one to tell it to behave in a certain way, on the other hand, it does not have anyone around who would be there to see when it is happy or when it is sad. Maybe as humans, we want to share our lives but how much of sharing of our lives causes unhappiness???

Should the lonely tree be happy about being alone or sad that it does not have anyone near?


In search of….

Feeling alone in midst of a crowd,

I laugh with everyone but my heart is somewhere else,

I speak but the words don’t belong to me,

I smile but the smile is meant for someone else,

Would I feel the same way if you were around?

You would make me feel that I meant something, not just anyone,

You could bring a genuine smile on my face,

You are the one who understands me,

You are the one I am looking for.

But where are you?

Have I not found you yet?

Or have I lost you?

Or am I still waiting for you…???




Your story defines you…

Everyone has a story in their life, which they may or may not share with others. I have met many people in my life who have their own share of experiences. A visit to an orphanage made me realize it even deeper. The person managing it had a story that I have only read or seen in movies. But as he was telling his story and the reason behind him working for an orphanage rather than a comfortable job that would fetch him good money, he made a statement – These kids here have a much more sadder and deeper story than me, knowing that makes me forget what I am going through and feel blessed I have been chosen to help these kids.

From young kids to old people, everyone has a story. Life is full of stories;   some so painful that are stashed so far behind in our memory that we wish they never show their face again. Some stories so happy that we want them to repeat over and over again. Some stories that we feel ashamed of, some that we are proud of.  But all of them make what we are today, how we define ourselves today.

Do you have a story?

Kindness and trust??

I was talking to my family’s Watsapp group about kindness and how it goes a long way. One cousin send this story about a lady who took a girl from a train and gave her education and a way of life. Heart warming story!!! Right?? One of my cousin says, I am not sure I can do something like that today considering that today’s world is so messed up that we don’t whom to trust and whom not to. She said as I was reading that story I was hoping in my heart that this girl won’t back-stab the lady. And it really did spark a debate in my mind – isn’t it true? How many of us won’t mind helping a youngster out but then we don’t know what we are getting back? We hear these stories every day about molestation, burglary, rape and murder and most of them by people who were trusted by the victims. When the world has come to such a stage where we can’t even trust the people we know, can we trust total strangers??

I do charity and have worked with shelters and such but I am not sure about a random act of kindness where I would bring another human being home.

This topic could lead to many questions as to – is this the reason why we see people not compassionate enough…is humanity heading in the wrong direction because one-act of crime from one person who was helped has created a scar for everyone else? I am sure there are many people who would want to extend that helping hand to a complete stranger whose plight moves them but they are stopped by a barrier that they are not able to cross. So do we just go with our heart or our mind in this case??


It would seem that now a days what I am reading is triggering my writing 😉 So today, I read about how a person associates his memories to the place he was happiest rather than where he was born or who his ancestors were.

I started thinking, “Isn’t that true? Its not the place or the people but the moments that create memories. ” Does it matter where you were born if you don’t have any happy memory about the place? Does it matter whom you grew up with , if you can’t associate with them? Does it matter what you celebrated if your only memory of celebration was that it was supposed to be that way?

It is the moments that create memories. You associate more with people and places that created the person you always wanted to be. Compare – The one person who in a very short time made you feel that you are free to be what you are rather than trying to make you like them to people you have spent a lifetime with but cannot understand why; The place that let you fly and introduced you to freedom to the place where you stayed for a long time because you had to.

Which ones create memorable moments for you?

(Of course, it changed my way of looking at memories)

Can you talk?

Some time back , I had an interesting realization about myself –  I cannot talk. I know it sounds odd but that is the truth when it comes to making conversations. Have you ever felt that you cannot make a conversation with people? That after like first few Hi, how are you?’s , there is not much to continue with. As I get older, I realize I am having trouble having conversation with people that do not know me well or understand me. I have a couple of friends and my brother to whom I can talk about different topics, have debates, have intense conversations but when it comes to others, I am tongue tied! As a teacher, I can have lots of deep and meaningful conversations with my students. I am able to converse with my kids better than adults. Now, is it a teacher syndrome, I have no clue!

I have people who call me and I respect their willingness to talk but if I say something, they don’t understand me or get me. Their immediate reaction is to give a general advice that they give everyone. And I want to say, well, that is not what I meant; thanks for talking to me but I think I am done. And then they still want to linger on and maybe ask the same question again.

I don’t know if I am getting picky but now, I want to only talk to people to whom I can relate to as well people who can relate to me. Even if they don’t agree with me, I would rather listen to their argument and their counter attack than anyone’s general advice!

Has it happened to you yet?? 😉