Life...is indeed beautiful

There will be always those moments of sorrow in life. They overwhelm us sometimes and inundate us under an avalanche of feelings. Those are the moments when we question our sanity and our existence as a whole. But the true spirit of life will come back. Like a fresh mountain breeze , or that smells of first rains on a hot earth...or that whiff of cool air from the Air conditioner in hot humid conditions.
There will be questions all along. There will be answers too. But those which not answered will make our lives worthwhile. Does certainty makes life any better ? Not in all conditions, i am afraid. If i know what is going to happen the day next ..and the week next...I may as well hang myself with boredom of living. That can be the greatest punishment given to any person.
What really saves us from falling into the black holes of life is the feeling that we are needed by someone...and that we will be missed by someone...or the confidence that in the end, it will be all worthwhile.
So i do look for any opportunity to makes an unsuspecting soul happy by sparing a little moment of mine...am sure that it is what makes me happy at that particular moment. Being no saint, i have my own demons to face..when i just crawl into my hole and shut the door. Then steps in the loves of my life...my passions which rejuvenate me..and make me come out of my forced hybernation..into a glorious love filled world.
It is an ordinary life...and I am an ordinary man...Still life is indeed beautiful.

Zindagi kaisi hai paheli ...haaye
Kabhi to hasaye..kabhi yeh rulaye...
Kabhi dekho man nahin jaagein..
Peeche peeche sapnon ke bhaage..
Ek din sapnon ka raahi....Chala jaayein sapnon ke aage... kahaan... ?

It's baby time....

Babies...they bring so much happiness. Ofcourse, the efforts to bring them up are more than compensated when we enjoy our time with them. This is indeed a very special arrival, as my nephew was blessed with twin baby boys. First time in our Dynasty as our living memory stretches..
I personally enjoy my time with babies, and i had lots of fond memories worth a lifetime. Right from my childhood, when i found myself turning into an uncle overnight courtesy my nephew, till the day when i found myself to be a grand pa courtesy my nephew's first baby boy..They are kind of milestones in the journey of life.
When my sister was blessed with a baby boy, it was the first time chance for me to become a good baby sitter. I rose to the ocassion and wore the new mantle with pleasure. Those times in the eighties, it is not common to see a man ( however young i might be ) tend to a baby. So it brought much attention on to me. I shed my image of an introvert to take up the responsibilities. I used to feed the boy, take him into my arms...go around with him...and try to sleep him off on my shoulders. The fragrance of the babies, burnt into my soul and I still can get a whiff of them...kind of soft and sweet, mixed with the smells of baby powder and soap...and I love to see those pink knuckles..or that stiff upper lips...with little fingers stretching out for us to take them up into our lap..or the first steps of uncertainty to a sure run of just found power...it is a glorious sight to hold and behold the babies..
The best moments are those, when we keep them in our arms and embrace, as two hearts become one..as their eyes slowly droop and close into another blissful slumber..and when we keep them in their cradle to come off, on our toes..without making a sound, lest those angels wake up and start to flutter their wings.....Oh, arent they glorious moments !!