Journey

Pack your bags my love, will miss you sweetheart

This is a journey inside a journey
A war within a war
At the turning point you are standing
You have to choose a way

Your conscious decision to leave something
People join and leave while you travel
Some say, they want to be with you, no matter what
Life is uncertain, change is only common

You left behind someone to join someone else
You were sure of your decision when you made it
This is another turning point, where I speak
Where I ask you to chose a path, with me or not

Pack your bags my love and leave me
If you have no more love for me, but love another
Don’t cheat me on my back and cause pain
I won’t ask you a question if you leave

I won’t ask you what she got that I don’t
I won’t cry and mess, or fight and hurt
Just don’t hurt me with you lies and fake smiles
We can behave like two mature individuals

I wish you luck and wish myself the same
Let our journey give us surprises
I will miss you for sure, for sharing my life for so long
But with a hope to have a better tomorrow.

BhaShe

Afraid of Falling for You

I turn down every chance to meet you
I am afraid I will fall in love
I rarely talk to you and have short talks
I am afraid I will fall for your sweet voice
I am afraid I will love your smile
And go mad about your attitude

I just sit far and watch you
Watch you spread the joy everywhere
Watch you, colorful human being
Loving, caring, sweet, soft being
Watch you smile, watch you talk
And hold myself back just to watch you

You come in my dreams and I day dream
Think of your charisma and beauty
Get afraid, I would fall for you
Divert my mind and get busy
But your personality has left an impression
You always stay in my heart

Is it fine if I fall for you?
Will you be able to digest this?
I do not want to become tears in your eyes
All I want is to see you happy always
I stand in shadow and watch you always
Pray for your happiness and hope to see you always


BhaShe

अकेली पड जाती हूँ

बारह तेरह घंटे काम के बाद
laptop के बैग उठा के घर जाते वक़्त
घर का ताला खोल के अन्दर जाने के बाद
अकेली पड़ जाती हूँ


खुद के सपनो के साथ पापा के सपने
सब एक के बाद एक तोड़ने के बाद
जब गुजरे और आने वाले कल के बारे में सोचती हूँ
अकेली पड़ जाती हूँ


ग़मों के यादों में जब खो जाती हूँ
जब अजीब सा दर्द उठता है दिल में
आखों से पानी टपकने लगता है
में अकेली पड जाती हूँ


भीख मांगती हूँ एक मुस्कान के लिए
रोती हूँ, हँसती हूँ, खुद से बात करती हूँ
अकेलापन दूर करने की कोशिश करते-करते
मैं फिर से अकेली पड़ जाती हूँ

भाशे

Love(less) Story

Staying together to share our love
Got into the marriage bond, social security
In the initial days everything was colorful
Love but nothing, it was life

Late work hours, crushes, flirts
Taking for granted, fights, silences
Days, weeks, months, pass by easily
Life is getting faded, dull and boring

We are no more as close as we were
The reservoir of love is getting drained
Priorities have changed, so do feelings
Chemistry, physics, biology, nothing’s working

I don’t dare to think of tomorrow, it’s scary
Am not able to work on it today, am busy
Hope we both realize the value of each other in life
Before we lose both love and life in our lives.

BhaShe

Living in Love

Loving someone just inside your heart
No confession, no proposal, no commitments
Keep thinking, praying, dreaming
Just keep loving someone inside ones heart

No expectations, no demands
Being happy with whatever bits one gets
No force, no emotion, showing nothing out
Just lighting up every day for that person

Is it possible to spend a lifetime
Always dreaming about the one you love
Making your heart go crazy in dreams
And not expressing, not expecting

Unconditional, unintentional pure love
Read in fairy tales, love stories
Is it possible to live a life in love?
I seek answers from all around

BhaShe

castle

You are a colorful castle
Mesmerizing from outside
Attractive and very strong
Every queen wants to own you
They feel safe being inside you

So many secrets hid behind those closed doors
Kings and queens get in to puzzles to find the key
You have mysteries surrounding you
They want to know you, want to open your doors
The keys are never found and seem lost in history

Some say you are a human, or a ghost
Locked yourself up in your own heart
Showing the old glorious face outside
But hiding the pain and suffering inside
You stink because of the air locked in you

You haven’t seen sunlight for years and decades
Lot of untold stories still whisper inside
People keep trying to break the curse and find the key
They keep falling in love with you
You remain, as you were, closed and strong

BhaShe

Creative People

We creative people
We are never satisfied
Always wanting to make things better

Every time we create a master piece
We run behind creating another one
For our thirst, there is no end

Every time we set a mile stone
We want to add another feather to our hat
Always wanting to be unique and special

Our desires in life also never end
Always want to have encouraging attention
Eager for greater recognitions

Sometimes so confused by the charms of life
Having no limits to love and cheer
Cross our boundaries and extend limits

Wandering for true love always
Seeking it from all incoming sources
Basing our inspirations on those love

We love a lot and we seek for lot more love
We hurt easily, but get hurt even more easily
Sensitive, cranky yet lovable, the ‘creative people’

BhaShe

Just recovered

Just recovered from the pain caused by you
It took hundreds’ of hours and liters of tears
Hours of consoling from friends
Looking from the other side of the river
Grass looks the same, realization

You don’t even have a hint of what I have been through
The same smile lingers on your face
You are always seen, without wanting to
I try and hold back to the state I have arrived
Your presence is disturbing

Guess! I should thank you, for
Making me realize how cruel this world is
Why not to trust people
How painful betrayal is
You taught me great lessons of life

I am trying to make myself happy
Bring the normalcy back to me
Collecting bits and pieces of myself, from around
Putting back myself, which you destroyed
Believing that the pain is making me stronger and wiser

BhaShe

Laughter

One gloomy afternoon

Just after food, nothing to do,

This question popped up in my mind

“With whom do I most laugh with?”



I make fun, of myself mostly

Pull leg and be a joke, make others laugh

Laugh with them for being a joke

I spread laughter, I laugh with myself



When am covered with sadness and pain

Lost my smile in the flood of tension, in drain

Is there anyone who gets bothered

Who would want to light up the smile and lighten my mood



I struggled a lot to list out few names

This just told me how single and lonely I am

Adding bit more sadness and pain to my bad mood

With a sigh and dull face I got back to life.


BhaShe

Typical Indian Wife

This thought came, while I was thinking about someone, who is more like Krishna in his lifestyle. He is attractive, charming and girls fall for him very easily. He is married and knows his life. Even married females fall for him. This detail that married females fall for him, made me think a little deeper about a females life. It has become common now that irrespective of being married, people are falling in love. They are seeking something, be it emotional, physical or financial, but something from outside. I have heard many such cases and have been thinking about it for long.

Now-a-days we girls fight for equality and freedom and for every other thing. We earn and have seen the world as much as a guy. We define our rules and live by them. Love marriages have increased and so is the divorce rate. Financial independence and current social system has given women all support to be her own.

I used to see my grandmother touch my grandfather’s feet every morning before getting out of bed. I saw her do this till the day grandpa died. My mom, falls on to my dad’s feet only at festivals and some special occasions. I fell on to my husband’s feet only at my wedding and after that I never did. What I am trying to show here is that the progression of equality feeling. I cannot or may not be able to see God in my husband as my granny did in hers.

If we are looking at the spiritual nature of the human beings I listed above, granny had her own way, mom has her and I am trying to find mine. The more we are getting educated and freed, the more confused we are when it comes to being spiritual and understanding life.

Probably, some 80 – 100 years ago, when girls used to get married at early ages, they had less knowledge about life and guess been less confused. Ignorance was bliss in disguise for them. Guess, they would think their husband as god and with the “Samaprpan” feeling they would do all “seva” (service) to them. Personalizing God in the form of husband and gaining “mukti” because of it sounds easy.

Just imagine having God as husband: be happy to see him every morning, touch his feet with great “bhakti” and do all his “seva” as he pleases. Prepare food for him, take care of his kids, do everything as an order of the god and still keep the mind detached from all the household works. Does sounds very simple isn’t it?

He would be the only man in her life, no love, no extra marital affairs, nothing. Living a life just to take care of the god, who is in the form of husband. I guess this kind of life with a real spiritual husband would lead to mukti for sure.

Today, being responsible for all the activities one does and still be detached from it sounds so tough. Office, house, all love affairs one had, all set of attractions, so many temptations in front of one, that people have forgotten some of the greatest ways of achieving mukti.

I get jealous of those gopikas’ who could just see god in front of them and love him unconditionally and be his always. This form of unconditional love gave them what they seek… calmness and peace of mind. I also feel jealous of those typical Indian wives of old ages, who would have done everything as seva to god and would have had a very selfless life.

Being selfless, being detached and having the feeling that what ever is been done from us, are as per the orders of God and we are just means to fulfill his wish, is said to be one of the greatest ways to lead a life. In today’s tensions, responsibilities and all other earthy feelings, even thinking of having such a life sounds so impossible. Sometimes, I wish I was ignorant like those gopikas’ or the typical Indian wives of early ages, where I could just do all my work and still have my feet on the ground all the time.

I cannot go back in time or cannot change the way I feel for my husband. I can’t call him god because I am knowledgeable enough to find his mistakes and fight with him. Guess I have to struggle really hard to have a personalization of god in a human form and do everything as they please. Seeing today’s Guru’s and situations of Math’s, treating them as god has also become impossible. Due to our greed, we have lost the easiest way to reach god.

I reach back to all books I could find, read them and try my best to be what I want to be. “I do not want to know how my future is going to be, because know I will build it the way I want it to be”. On this note, I say bye till my next post.

BhaShe

Risking in Rain

1. Drinking water while traveling in rainy season

I left Bangalore on Saturday, 14th August 2010, to go to my native. After the ‘Nagara Panchami” festival, I have had many ‘kadubu’s, 2 -3 rounds of coffee and enormous amount of water. My aunt, from whose place I left, asked me several times, if I am going to get down in the journey to pee. I, with great amount of confidence said, no aunt, it’s just a 6 + 1 hour journey and I don’t go out. She was concerned because I was carrying my office laptop. Obvious, one has to be cautious when they are carrying such things.

When I reached kempegowda bus station, I thought of emptying by bladder once, but then, as I had to get inside the bus stop and do, as a bus was ready to leave, which will make me cover 230 km’s of my journey of 252, I canceled the plan and went and sat in the bus.

By the time I reached the next stop, I felt my tank getting filled very fast, and felt the necessity to empty it. After crossing about 100 kms, bus stops for a while for tea, lunch, whatever that is appropriate at that time. I ran out of the bus, with my laptop in to the toilet, emptied my tank and came out with ‘ah!’ on my face.
The moment I emptied my tank, I started feeling thirsty, so bought some cucumber, a bottle of maaza and some chips and went back to my seat. Cucumber was really good, had all the junk I carried and started drinking maaza.

After traveling about 100 km’s, my brain started receiving signals about the requirement to empty my tank again. I had to get down from the bus in about 35 kms, and which will leave me 22 kms away from my native. I thanked God and every other thing, that I did not get a direct bus, which would have put me in impossible situations. I was sure that I will not be able to control for 22 more kms having all sorts of ups and downs and twists and turns on the road.

I got out of the bus, but for my shock the bus stations was demolished and so was the toilet. Bus station was now moved to a college ground. I was devastated. Where am I going to go? I have to travel 22 kms, and I don’t know when the bus will come, and I have to empty my tank ASAP.

Otherwise, I was sure some public embarrassment would happen. Have you watched the SATC – The Movie? – do you remember that lady who poops in her pant in front of her friends? I was imagining myself in that situation with a difference that I would be peeing and would be facing 50+ strangers. This thought itself drove me to search for a toilet.

Went to a girl standing close by and asked her, if she knows about any place where I can go and empty. She said she does not know. As it was a college ground, I asked her if the college would have one. She said try your luck.

I walked across the field and went inside. It was a Saturday evening, and on top of that a festival day. Whom do you expect in a college? Probably no one…
For my surprise, a room was open and 2 guys were sitting taking some printouts. I went inside like a storm and the only words came out of my mouth was, ‘is there a toilet nearby?’ They looked at each others face out shock. Guess I am the only girl they have met in their life who asked this question to them on face, without any hesitation. I repeated the question and one of them showed me where it is.

Way to the heaven was shown. I left my entire luggage in that room and asked them to watch till I come back. ‘Ah!’ again. Came out with a smile of relief and thanked them. The shock on their face was still intact even when I was walking out.

Next bus, 22 kms to my home… it rained heavily on the way and I needed a very warm welcome. Hot water in the “bachhalu hande” and tasty food from mom’s hand, did give me a warm welcome.

I just decided on 2 things. 1. Will never boast that I can hold on without emptying and 2. Will never drink too much water, or have food that contains too much water content when planning to travel.


2. Traveling 12 kms on the bike, with laptop, in rain

Yeah! Did I say I took off and went home? Actually there was a promise made to my boss to take this off, that I would be available on mail if required. I carried the network card, but it did not work in my native. The only option I had was to travel to the close by taluk HQ and check if net works there. My bad luck it did not work there too. All these testing I finished on Sunday itself, so that I can make a plan for Monday. Now the last option was to use net in cyber café.

Monday evening went alone to HQ, and started working. Few calls made, mails checked, and work finished. For us, Bangaloreans, 8:00 pm is just evening, but at a village like mine, it’s night. Dad called up 10 times to check when I am leaving and how I am going to come and all that. Thankfully my cousin joined me there and parents were happy about the safe journey I am going to have.

To avoid this, I decided to start early, the next day. My cousin also wanted to join, so he suggested we would go in bike and come back. I wore my dad’s water proof jacket and pant, put my laptop in a big plastic cover and sat behind him. The moment we left, it started raining.

This journey, where the rain drops were hitting my face really hard and am having 2 mobiles, a laptop to protect from water, was one of the best travels I have had in rain. I was not able to open my eyes and my eyes were burning.

After reaching HQ, I started my work and my cousin went to finish his work. I had a call at 4:30 PM and at 4:00 PM my bladder started giving signals to empty my tank. Oh! God! Where am I going to go? I have a call and am sitting in a cyber café where no such facilities are available.

I asked the café owner, he suggested that I should reach to the hotel nearby and ask. I ran to that place, and thankfully they had a toilet. I was back to the café with all my concentration only on the call and nothing else.

In rainy season, whenever I leave home, empty the tank and then move – very strong lesson learnt. (In Bangalore you will find 100 places and ways to manage this, but in villages, unless you are ready to do the “road side thing”, one will have tough times finding toilets)


3. Climbing up a guava tree

Nothing about emptying tank here…it’s all about filling the tank.
In my doddamma’s house, they have this beautiful guava tree which produces very sweet and tasty guava fruits. Guava trees are normally very slippery and they get very risky in rainy season. This tree which was full of fruits was very tempting and I wanted to climb up.

Dad climbed first and he picked many fruits for me and he came back. I ate 2 – 3 fruits and then decided to go up on the tree, pluck some fruit and have it on top. That gives a very different feeling. Have you ever climbed up a tree? And had a fruit sitting on top of it?

It was after long time I was climbing. I was so very happy and excited. One, two, three, branches climbed and yes! If not on top of the world, at least I was on top of the tree. Had a fruit standing there looking at the lush greenery around, my cousin took some pictures of mine, standing on top, (I don’t know when I will get the chance to climb a tree again) climbed down.

My native is a small little dreamland for me, where whatever I do is accepted and enjoyed. I shouted out loud standing in the midst of paddy field, laughed out loud with my dad and mom and got drenched in rain. Had cramps all over my legs due to cold weather and enjoyed that pain.

Back to reality, sitting and thinking about the great days I had and writing about it, so that I can share it with you.
Thanks for reading.

BhaShe

Desperate

You told clearly, you won’t come back
For every noise at the door, my heart beat raises
I think you have come, I expect you

You have no interest in me
Neither am in your list of priorities
I still am madly in love with you

Use me like a tissue paper at least
I will live for the rest of my life with joy
With the satisfaction of being yours for a while

Give me pain, give me a wound
Give me a reason to live this life
Without you, this life makes no sense

Now I am living, hoping you will come back
Dreaming of having a life with you
Praying to God, to see your face once more in my life.

BhaShe

Calendar Item

You are a very organized man
I am an item in your calendar

You get to home every night at 11:00
Wash face at 11:10
Get changed in 10 minutes
And be back in the living room

Read news for 10 minutes
Eat food in 20 minutes
Walk around for 10 mins having a fruit
Wait for me in the bedroom at 12:00

No talk, no laugh
Kiss me at 12:02
Say good night and
Get back to your lap top at 12:05

I am an item in your calendar
Taking 5 mins of yours and few kisses
I married you and I raise your kids
And I am called your “wife”

BhaShe

Handful of Love

Oh! Dear life,
All I ask from you is a handful of love

When those wind blows at its highest speed
And I tremble to face it and walk through
All I need is a handful of love
To give me strength to pass on

In the rain of pains, stones and troubles
I won’t look for shelter, nor for umbrella
All I need is a handful of love
To give me support to live till sunshine

When my loved ones eyes are wet with tears
Don’t give me money, don’t give me power
All I need is a handful of love
To be with them and to light up a smile

Money, power and every other thing
Has no value if no love in life
I won’t ask for more, just a handful of love
Always in my life, to call this living a ‘life’.

BhaShe

Detachment

I have to overcome you
I have to pass through you
You are an infinite attraction
I have to detach myself from you

You are very colorful and soothing
Anyone would want to have you for them
You are very consoling and protecting
Everyone wants to be in your arms

You have the capacity to make people your slaves
They beg you, plead you, lose their mind
You have the will to make people dance to your tunes
They die wanting you, needing you, deprived of you

I know I love you, I have realized it lately
I do not want to love you, my cautious decision
I reach out to books, to people to help me pass
Help me get detached from you

You can be as mild as a lamb,
You can be as strong as a lion
It’s now my will and my decision to stay far
To get detached from all sorts of attachments towards you

BhaShe

ಗರ್ಭಪಾತ

ಹೊಟ್ಟೆಯಲಿ ಹುಟ್ಟಿದ್ದ ಕನಸೊಂದು ಕಸವಾಗಿ ಕಮರಿಹೊಯ್ತು
ಅದಿತ್ತಿದ್ದ ನಿರೀಕ್ಷೆ, ಭರವಸೆಗಳೆಲ್ಲ ಬಸಿದುಹೋಯ್ತು

ಕೈಯಲ್ಲಿದ್ದ ಮದರಂಗಿಯ ಕೆಂಪು ಆರುವ ಮುನ್ನ
ಕಣ್ಣಲ್ಲಿ ಹೊಸತೊಂದು ಆಸೆ ಬೆಳೆದಿತ್ತು, ನಲಿದಿತ್ತು
ಮನದೊಡೆಯನ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಸುರಿದಿತ್ತು ಮಳೆಯಾಗಿ
ಹರಿದಿತ್ತು ಹೊಳೆಯಾಗಿ, ತುಂಬಿಸಿ ನನ್ನೊಡಲ

ಒಂದೊಂದೇ ಆಸೆಗಳ ಎತ್ತಿಟ್ಟು ಕಾದಿದ್ದೆ
ಖುಷಿಯ ಹೊನಲು ಹರಿದಿತ್ತು ಗೀಟುಗಳೆರಡು ಮೂಡಿದಾಗ
ಸ್ವರ್ಗಕ್ಕೆ ಮೂರೇ ಗೇಣು ಇನಿಯನ ಕಿವಿಯಲಿದ ಒಸರುವಾಗ
ಸ್ವರ್ಗವೇ ಧರೆಗಿಳಿದಿತ್ತು ಅವನ ಕಣ್ಣಲಿ ಸಂತೋಷ ಉಕ್ಕಿ ಹರಿದಾಗ

ಒಂದಿಷ್ಟು ಇರಿಸು ಮುರಿಸು, ಹಿಂಜರಿಕೆ, ಗೊಂದಲ
ನಾಳೆಗಳ ಕನಸುಗಳು ಹೊಳೆಯಾಗಿ ಹರಿದಿದ್ದವು
ಮೈದುಂಬಿ, ಮನದುಂಬಿ, ಕಣ್ದುಂಬಿ ನಲಿದಿದ್ದೆ
ಸಂತೋಷವೆಂಬ ಪದಕ್ಕೂ ಅಸೂಯೆ ಬರುವಂತೆ

ವಿದಿರಚಿಸಿತ್ತು ಈ ಸಂತೋಷವ ಕೀಳುವ ಹೂಟ
ಅವಘಡಕ್ಕೆ ಸಿಕ್ಕಿ ಬಲಿಯಾಗಿತ್ತು ಕನಸುಗಳ ಮಹಲು
ಸೂತಕದ ಛಾಯೆ ಇನ್ನೂ ಇಳಿದಿಲ್ಲ ಮುಖದಿಂದ
ಭರವಸೆಗಳೇ ಬಂದೆನ್ನ ಖಾಲಿಯೆದೆಯ ತುಂಬಿ

ಭಾಶೇ

Big Banyan Tree

You are a big banyan tree
Am a tiny little parrot
I don’t have my nest on you
But I regularly rest on you

I fly a lot, looking for food
Your branches are my stops
I fly high, every day
Your shadow helps me rest

The humble hug you give, when I am tired
Removes all the pain in every vain
Your smile, talk and breeze
Makes me relaxed and gives me energy

You are a big banyan tree
Don’t know if you know me or not
I am a tiny little parrot
Loving you and needing you all the time

You see may many birds like me
But for me, you always make a difference
Though I fly and see many trees
None of them are as homely as you are

You are a big banyan tree
I am a tiny little parrot
You mean a lot to me always
I will love you and need you in all the ways!

BhaShe

Soul Search

When I was in my +2 classes and 1st year of graduation, this question normally used to hang around in my thoughts, ‘why am I here?’ We all take birth, study, earn and die, but what is the purpose of this whole journey? Why have we been created and what are we supposed to do?

When I got in to 2nd year or so in my graduation, I had found a goal, though temporary, to do MBA. Money, monitory benefits, having a loving partner took over the space I had for these quests.
I was lost in finding my way out, doing higher studies, and in the meanwhile found a loving partner and now, today, I am a happily married lady.

This question of setting a new goal in life kept on coming, the date I joined my job. ‘Joining a good job goal’ was ticked off that day and then I was open for another goal. Marriage became my next priority as I had already found a loving partner. After being married for an year, now am looking to set another goal.

I had been thinking of joining dance classes, or studying law, or M. A. in Kannada or Psychology and all that for a while, but that also would end up being a short term goal. What next is the biggest question I face majority of the times… so what next?

Reading books has been one of my hobbies. While doing my graduation, I have read some books about Sri. Ramakrishna Paramhamsa written by his disciples. I have always been having an attraction towards these kind of books and I have read a few. Those memories are hunting me down now and I am dragged back to those days where my only goal was to find myself. I am strongly haunted by those thoughts now and looking for a way out!

Suddenly a craving has now raised to read ‘Bhagavad Gita’. I am looking for a copy where they have given the Shloka’s and the meaning of it. Not sure where to buy and which one to buy!

Spirituality has been part of my life since childhood. Guess, by the pressure of life, or by the colors of material stuff around me, my interest or craving for spiritual fulfillment had gone covered. Now some serious thinking, which was forced on me, is leading me to think in those terms again and that need is raising again.

I also get a doubt, if am doing some escaping action by taking a refuge under those books and thoughts. Not very sure if am running away, also not very sure from what I have to run away. So hopefully it's not a escaping trick.

Hoping for a safe landing.

BhaShe

Going "On Air with Kenny Jones"

Yes Pals!
I was on air with Kenny Jones on the official morning show of the planet earth on Radio Indigo 91.9.

Background:
I transport to office in BMTC every day. Between 8:30 to 11:00, any time, 45 mins to an hour am in a bus, standing, sitting, or hanging on the doors on the foot board with nothing to do. So my best companion on the go are Radio stations in Bangalore. As I am a Kannadiga, I have the liberty to switch to any radio station, but my dials normally stop at 91.9.
I like the show Kenny does. It’s fun, it’s entertaining and he plays good music to light up your day.
This morning, on 30th of June 2010, when Kenny and Sriram picked up the topic ‘will you finish your dates plate if they don’t’, I was listening in.

On Air:
I dialed in those magical numbers ‘25502919’ curious and waiting to see if I get through. This line is busy lot of times (of course! It has to be). Oh! Its ringing… will they pick up? Oh! Yes! They picked it up and I hear Kenny’s attractive voice.
Damn! I am not prepared at all… I want to say, how much I like the show, they rock, I like Sriram’s wit, Kenny’s voice… no… none of this came out. I was excited and went clueless as to what to say! Bad!

So what did I actually say? I said a little hello… and went on to my take on the topic. Yes! I do finish my dates plate, as he has a habit of wasting food which I don’t like… so on and so forth. It was a nice little chat but it did lit up my day.

After effects:
Yes! I am having a hangover of the call, having a smile on my face. Had my dear friend Sam listen to this. Hey Kenny! that’s a nice pattern, record the conversation and play it a little late. I heard it and my dear friend Sam heard it too. We spoke later and had a blast. Am still smiling writing this post.

To Kenny:
I have a take on lot of things you guys discuss! I think majority of the listeners do have. I don’t like texting so I don’t do that. I tried calling up few times but couldn't’t go through. This special day, I am happy speaking to you. I liked that burp thing you added later. I would have done that if you had asked me to do so… lol. Thanks for having me on Air.

Off Air:
Music makes my day! This day, I have a very busy schedule post lunch at the office, am not sure if the smile that Kenny lit up will remain till the end. But I am sure it’s gonna light up again as am meeting a very special person and a bunch of loved ones in the late evening.
I just came up with a thought to keep oneself happy throughout the day. “give yourself a sweet something, a good news every morning, and light up that smile, and try and hold it the whole day” how does that sound now? I owe you Kenny!

Loving the day!

BhaShe

That's where I Belong

My branches are reaching the clouds
My laughter reaches miles
I have grown above my imagination
I have reached the stars and have come back

Words I speak are strong and effective
The way I speak and appear is influencing
I am been taken as a sample, role model
I set rules, I set standards

Gravitation has failed in pulling me down
Blowing wind cannot shake a hair of mine
I am resistant, I am strong, on my foot all the time
Sun, moon and the universe listens to me

I have the power, I have the last say,
I have the ability to turn things upside down
I am what I define, no boundaries
I am what I am capable of, no limitations

I am all this coz I have my roots strong
My roots go back to my parents and my native
That humble couple and the small village Gonibeedu
That’s where I belong, that’s where I come from
Only they have the power to keep me going or break me down.

BhaShe