Remember...

Every time you are feeling blue,

Remember that your love is true.

Every time you shed a tear,

Remember, to me, you are near and dear.

Every time you feel alone,

Remember I'm your very own.

Every time you feel you'll fall,

I'll lift your spirits, keep you tall.

Something made me write this...

Grief shrouds the bleeding heart,

In a painfully cold embrace.

Why is it only when people depart,

We sing hymns in their praise.

A little time for love and care,

Is all we got to spare.

Then why in our busy lives,

Do we seldom, for them, be there.

We remember them when all is hush,

For all their warmth and worth.

And then return to the maddening rush,

Life devoid and values dearth.

Strange but true, thus is life,

Less of love, more of strife.

Clear the fog from your eyes,

Say more of hellos, lesser goodbyes.

The Scorpio in Me

Linda Goodman's Sun Signs says about a Scorpio Woman...


The female Scorpio has a deep, mysterious beauty. She's magnetic, proud and totally confident. But she has one secret regret. She was not born a man.


I can almost feel the heat from here when Pluto women hear about that revelation. There's not a Scorpio female alive who doesn't think she's all woman, and you may wonder what I'm talking about yourself, if you're in love with one. This girl certainly has enough glamour, and she's enormously seductive. But I didn't say she looked like a boy, nor did I intend to imply she doesn't do a bang-up job of being a female. It's just that, unconsciously, she would prefer to be a man. Less restriction-more opportunity. It's the one secret she even hides from herself, and seeing it exposed won't sit well with her.


Once the Scorpio girl has figured out the difference between blue booties and pink booties, she'll resign herself to wearing the pink ones, because she's fabulous at making the best out of a situation. But pink is not her natural color. The true shade of her nature is dark maroon, or deep wine-red, not a female color at all. However, to give her proper tribute, she's able to make you think it is. I know one who's great at pretending to be a fragile, fluffy kitten. She purrs so contentedly most men guess she's an ultra-feminine Piscean. They topple into her trap and wake up later, sadder but wiser. She is no kitten.


Many things in the book, I have 100% agreed to. But as the author says... "It's the one secret she even hides from herself".


Yeah I do have short hair... I somehow like long hair only when its on some other girl's head :) And I do like jeans more than any other dress. But hey I do not regret I wasn't born a man. To be frank the only reason I do not wear jeans 7 days a week is because it is allowed only on Saturdays to office. I do love bangles, earrings, rings on my fingers and toes and I make sure they match my dress. Yet I'm not the typical girlie character. No much of ladies shopping and absolutely no make-up except a little bit of lipstick when I'm attending some function. I'm no gentle dove... I always believe that being normal is boring. I'm usually the wacky kind who loves a little fun and prank now and then... I see my friends sitting with their hands on their head wondering how on earth they ended up with a lunatic like me. Gee... I wonder why. I love the colour pink yet the backpack and watch I bought ended up to be wine-red as usual.


Yesterday I had left my hair open, wore a long earring, a maroon and cream combo salwar kameez and dabbed some kajal on my eyes. A colleague walked up to me and asked, "Hey, how come you have come like this today?" I looked at her puzzled. She continued, "You are a pretty girl today, usually you are such a tomboy." I still am bewildered by that. I have left my hair open before and yes I have applied kajal too. Then how come that "tomboy" part is so dominant. I can't figure it out no matter how much I try to. But I love to be me... my friends who have accepted me as I am are my world, so is my family. My husband is as wacky as I am, so is my three year old son :P What more do I need? This is life... I'm loving it...

Living Memories

Beyond the tinted window pane,

I see a faint memory lane.

Somewhere a smile, somewhere a tear,

All so vague, yet so near.



Memories are a connecting bond,

Of everything that we were ever fond.

Memories are a piercing thorn,

Of every pain we have ever borne.



Memories help us live,

With all the joy they give.

Memories instill hope,

With every difficulty we could cope.



Memories humble every pride,

They show our life, our every stride.

They remind us of who we are,

And how we made it this far.



Living Memories, Living Memories,

Come help me live.

And when I'm gone someday,

Through you... I shall relive.

A day I will cherish forever

17th December, 2011: A day I will cherish forever.

Happiness comes when you least expect. Inspiration comes when you least expect. Success comes when you least expect. Appreciation comes when you least expect. I guess... all good things in life have the most value and leave you beaming with joy when it comes to you as a surprise when you are not expecting it. Such was this day for me.

Back in June, a colleague of mine sent me a mail, as he had to all the others in our organization, regarding a literary competition being held by the Bankers Club of Greater Kochi. Poetry, Short Story and Essay were the three categories. I fished out 2 of my poems from this blog and gave it to him. He made me fill some form and then it was long forgotten. I hardly remembered or enquired about it. Just went on with my life as usual.

And then on a Sunday in December when I was lazing around at home I got a call. The man on the other end asked, "Is this Ms. Seema"? I replied with a "yes". And then what he told me took me a while to sink in... I felt like someone had hit me on my head and made me forget everything. I had won the poetry competition. Slowly I started to recall about the entry. And then I had a huge grin on my face. I fumbled around, unable to find words. I finally blurted out a thank you and then he said you are going to receive the award in the midst of a huge gathering of bankers and politicians. And then I felt that same "hit on the head" feeling. It all felt like a dream and I nearly pinched myself to see if I was really awake.

The next few hours were spent in grins and calls to my loved ones as my parents watched me with even bigger grins on their faces. My husband was overjoyed. 17th December 2011 was when I would receive the award and it felt as though days weren't moving. My mother pulled out my best dress and added some finishing touches of her own, she wanted it to be a perfect day for me and it indeed turned out to be.

When the day arrived my husband dropped me at the venue. At the event the best banks and bankers received their awards, the business man of the year was awarded and honoured. And during that I eagerly waited for my moment. My husband, as excited as I was kept texting me on the progress. So did my sister. And then I was called. The same silly grin on my face, I walked up to the stage. Respected Dr. BR Shetty handed me the award with our organization's beloved Country Head besides me.

I had the same feeling I used to get back in school when I received a prize in between hundreds of students and teachers clapping for me. I do not know how else to explain that feeling. Thank you God, a million times. I'm indebted to you for life.

Confused

Here I stand, knowing not which path to choose.
I pray in silence, for fear of what I might lose.

What is time, if not what we lose?
What is life, if not what we choose?

Once chosen, that path we tread,
Sometimes in faith, sometimes in dread.

There's no turning back, time rushes by,
Forward we move, clasping dreams high.

Old is New to some...

We shall soon be moving to our new apartment... November to be precise.

I had already begun to clean and pack things. There are some clothes of mine that are worn out or don't fit any more.

How choosy we humans are about the stuff we wear. But not all humans my friends... not all.

I have a maid at home to take care of my baby boy when I leave for work. The moment she heard me and my mother speak about these old clothes she said, "Please don't throw them away! I'll take them all... there are many who need it where I stay".

Each dress I set aside I saw her eyes widen, "You actually don't wear that?! That's such a good dress!"

I looked at it and only saw an old worn out dress, but to her it was pretty.

I somehow felt some pain... there was a person who was ready to accept the clothes used by someone else. How lucky we are. Would we ever take away someone else's old clothes? Just minds full of arrogance, why would I wear that old stuff when I can afford good ones of my own!

I kept aside some really good dresses as well, pretended not to like them. The next day she came home and said, "When I opened the bag everyone just pounced in, there isn't a dress left to be claimed!"

I was happy and at the same time somehow I feel sorry.