Posts Tagged ‘Love’

Live art

11/19/2009 9 comments

Any form of live art such as pottery making, painting and so on can mesmerize me. The new addition to this being, Sand Art. Wow! I am not sure if this has been around a while now, but for me it is absolutely new and as I said, mesmerizing. I can spend hours together watching videos of this performing art. I know dance and singing can also be included in the category of performing arts, but for me personally, it is not as moving as seeing something like this kind of art. I think it is seeing something come alive, giving some form to something as common as sand and spinning a tale out of it, that creates the magic. I took a course on Pottery making in the community college some 5yrs back and one of my most favorite part of the class was observing the instructor throw the clay on the wheel. Creating a form out of a blob of clay was something that made me happy every time. I can’t put down that feeling in words really. Happy comes close to what I felt, but not close enough. When I tried my hand at the wheel….well, lets save that story for another rainy day. I have linked the video of this amazing woman, who’s hands will have to be preserved in nothing but the most luxurious silk and gold and satin and pearls and anything else that will do justice. Her hands move like magic, and she creates beautiful stories..though many of them are about happiness and the ravages of the war, I love the way she creates form after form. Enjoy the video as much as I did! And I hope I can see Kseniya Simonova perform live one day.

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Little hearts are filled with love!

07/13/2009 4 comments

It is true…there is no denying it. Especially if you are a parent you will nod your head. I am talking about the little angels in the disguise of the wicked devils, that reside in our homes. More and more these days, I am being put to shame by the actions of the little dude at home.

I have watched and noticed that he is too quick to cry and quicker to smile, forgive, forget and move on. And he doesn’t even know the word forgive or the meaning behind it. Yet, we who know what it means, find it so darn hard to do it. I have been (am ashamed to say this) losing my temper a little too much with him and a few times, I have had to spank him, forgetting that he is only 3yrs old (almost) and that he is supposed to be naughty and do all that he does. He is not supposed to behave responsibly…all this I know and yet due to my own short comings, turn to him with the most vicious look and give him a sound scolding. Some times, in the midst of it, I notice the little lips quivering like leaves shaking on a branch and those fat tears ready to break the barriers and roll down the cheeks. I curse myself and run to pick him up and apologize to him…he in all his 3yrs(almost) of sweetness hugs me with a vengeance and in the same breath, says that he loves me. I am ashamed beyond words. Terribly. How can he, so small be filled with SO much love, and I can’t, with all my knowledge and understanding do the same for him?

Many a times, when I am stressed, I hug the little one or lay my head on his little chest and listen to his heartbeat…it immediately takes away all that I am feeling and fills me up with this amazing calm and serenity. I think it happens it is an osmosis kind of effect…undiluted love pours selflessly from the most saturated being to me…I pray so hard at those times that I haven’t passed on my littleness to him in the reverse osmosis way. At that time, I fill myself with all things happy and let it flow to him…I know it so, because in a minute, he is laughing his head off, and I want to think that is due to the happiness we shared then and not because of a strand of my hair tickling his face.

What happens to us in the few years that we are growing up that we have lost all our innocence, tolerance, love for all things and people, the ability to laugh at small things though it may be silly, the capacity to not feel any shame and declare our love for our beloved ones? Have you noticed that a simple “I Love You” from a child can make you swell up like a puffer fish? I wonder if all of us are born with our hearts filled to the brim with love, like a bottle of water is filled and as we grow and learn, we displace the water with other worldly qualities of hatred, cruelty, intolerance and such and when we are thirsty we realize that the bottle is not filled with water anymore. I wish, I have the little guy’s heart filled with nothing but pure love  and I pray that I don’t pollute it with my misgivings.

I love you little dude for all that you show me and enlighten me with and that selfless love that oozes out of your very being. May your heart swell like a ocean and be filled with that limitless love forever for all around you. And in that process, teach me in your own way, how I can do the same.


06/10/2009 2 comments

So I finally finished the shopping for welcoming the new baby…that is the brother’s baby. I just need to pack and send it out tomorrow. I have been doing this shopping for almost a month now…picking up a pack of socks here, a cute onsie pack there, a pretty dress now and a pack of home wear clothes and so on. Finally I promised B, to be done today and then to be shipped tomorrow.

When I was shopping, I had this totally weird thing happen to me. Looking at all those clothes, I wanted to have a another child myself. I mean this thought was so strong that I totally forgot about all the things that happened when I had Naren. This feeling shocked me so much, that I had to sit down for a few minutes. Now I know that there is no question about “if” I wanted another child. It’s just a matter of the timing. Naren is almost 3…so another year or 2 maybe.

When we were in India, many people (relatives) would say, ” Don’t stop with just one child, like your sister did. Have another…they will need each other, later on in life”. I would just shrug it off and say, “Hmm, let me think about it”. But now I know for sure.  They will be happy when I say this to them, because I now know that it was for the best of my child. My parents had 4 children and my Uncle 5. I always wondered, if it was for status symbol that they had so many children..but I guess not. The more the merrier, no? Let’s see what God has in store for us.


Will post pic of the care package in the next post.

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