Another thought!

Sometimes, life is clustered in a series of sad happenings and all you can hope for is a moment of freedom, an escape from the harsh realities, into a dreamland, where you can just be you, without rules.

Of Togetherness!!

Togetherness...
Its a special feeling when you realise that the person you love the most is always there with you, in good times and in bad.
Its more than 4 years of togetherness for us but I am still charmed by him.What is it that makes him so irrestible, I don't know, maybe its the warmth in his signature style or the kindness that he exudes... the truth is whatever it is, I am completely swooned and floored by him.
I know people think I am crazy to still think the way I think about him after all these years but maybe those people do not know that love increases as we grow old.
Ours certainly has.I still can not think of a single day without him.
He is more than an addiction.
He is someone who makes me laugh and cry at the same time, someone who pesters me till I burst out with irritation, someone who knows what it takes to calm me when I am disturbed, someone who enjoys life as much as I do.
He is the perfect for me.
I have been told by many that there is no 'perfect' relationship. I love to prove it wrong each day.
Many a times I am asked if I am possessive about him, well I am possessive but certainly not over-possessive and we both know why. We give each other the space needed to make ours a 'perfect' relationship.
I may not know a lot about everything but I certainly know what togetherness means and
my life with him means the world to me..

Mistake of distancing!

I have realised that people will talk to you when you listen to them, if you don't show you are in a hurry to wrap up the conversation, if you lend a sympathetic ear, if you are willing to keep the conversation going by adding your inputs. In the last few weeks I had been crazy busy with my new work, trying to learn new things, willing to innovate, but never did I realise that I was distancing myself from people with whom I would stay in touch constantly. I didn't talk to them, because I was too busy to listen to what they had to say.Why is it, that when you move to a new role, you tend to leave the past where it was. It was a shameful thing I did, how could I not stay in touch with people I have known all throughout just because I was loaded with an extra bit of work?Maybe this is where management skills come into play. How to balance your work and life?I have decided that I will work on a thing only till the time I think I can work on it. The more one tries to push beyond the limits, more errors crop up, adding up to the workload.I will take a break and speak with my friends and people I am close with, people who can make me forget the worries of worklife.

Big J.. Forever

I thought of posting this nearly a month ago, but somehow I still haven't been able to face the bitter reality of Jerry's death. It was on the wee hours of 9th February. Ma telephoned me and even before I pressed the call acceptance button on my mobile phone, I somehow knew the news I was going to hear. Its true that he was not keeping well for almost one week prior to his death. He was old. Rather too old...but how old is too old? Can we ever overcome the grief of losing someone close to our heart.Its a terrible feeling to know that the next time when I will go to meet my parents, he wouldn't be around. I wouldn't relish his crazy antics, now no one will ever get so furious enough to bite me.. This may sound a bit crazy but I have been bitten a lot many times by Jerry. My palms still have the marks, but then its natural for a dog to bite when provoked. I never hit him back when bitten. It was his natural self defense technique.I still remember the day he came to our life, just 27 days old, who would get tired after walking a few centimetres on the carpet, ma used to feed him a semisolid baby food, which he soon found distasteful and found delight in raw vegetables which he used to swiftly steal when vegetables for lunch were being chopped.He grew up fast. Each birthday of his that we celebrated, traumatised me. I knew he was a year closer to the inevitable. I last met him about a year and a half ago. He was getting old, did not like human presence much, was somewhat distracted, later ma told me that he had cataract and was going deaf. Honestly, I can never imagine my Jerry as anything else than the rough one, who would get angry at the slightest provocation, but at the same time would be the mischivieous of the lot, someone who was a brother to me, someone who I will miss forever. Yes, that's my Jerry..Forever!