Handle With Care

Words and hearts should be handled with care for words when spoken and hearts when broken are the hardest to repair !
 How true ! How many of us live carrying so many scars in our hearts, the scars which can never be healed by any balm in the world....Sometimes, the hearbreaks change your personality so much that you start hating yourself for what's happening ! Well, you may ask is it worth mulling so much over a few words ? Hmm...what if they spew out of the mouth of somebody you hold close to your heart ? Or what if it is from somebody/bodies you have to live together all your life ? Then for how long can you keep on ignoring it as rubbish? The answer is You CANNOT. Though you might ignore all of it, some of it will slowly seep through you.It would keep on adding up inside and one day might rupture your soul !
Broken heart and soul takes a long time to heal...everytime it hurts, it hurts horrible than the previous time :(

Life is a blender

The past 10 days has put me through a mixture of emotions - fear, anxious, depressed, angry, quiet, furious,euphoric, ecstatic, sad ! The list has predominantly negative feelings owing to the events that happened around me.
 First , it was my FIL's younger brother being thrown out of his cycle when he was o his exercise routine by a couple of rash fellows in a Pulsar.He was grieviously injured on the head and is just out of CCU.The next day, we had a totally unexpected visitor to our garden - a snake. Though we've had all kinds of creepy crawlies and insects when the garden was bigger and unmanageable, we havent had any biggies visit the literally tiny garden space I maintain for the past one year.Well, the whole day was spent calling my hubby regarding chittappa and calling various governmental agencies for picking up Mr.Snake. And also the time spent praying on both accounts ! My backdoor, which was never locked during the day, is never opened these days making the house a very hot oven !
 A little break from the negativity was my son's graduation day, from kindergarden into regular school . It has become fad nowadays in schools to conduct such functions.But it was such fun to see them all dressed up in their convocation robes and collect their diplomas( its called that !).Varshith gave a special rendition of a poem  along with another of his class mates,Rachna. He did a fab job and all of them were all praises which made me a proud mom that day ! And both dad and son went for the CSK Vs. RCB match in chepauk which proved to be the  highlight of the day for Varshith  more than his Grad day.Tamil New Year's Day dawned at my parents place and proceeded for a sumptuous lunch at our home. The maintenance powercut on Tuesday forced us to make a trip to market city mall in Velachery. A day well spent walking up and down the 3 levels for 6 hours without any complaint from my son !
 Wednesday looked like a quiet day but the evening bought a very sad news. One of our relative's son joined one of those so called religious establishments after being brainwashed by them while doing his BTech at Pilani. He informed his parents of his decision and became a sanyasi.The parents tried for a long time to change his mind but none bore results. So, they left it at that.Suddenly last week, the young , intellignet chap went to Allahabad Thriveni Sangam and attained jalasamadhi. It was very shocking and I cant imagine what the mother will be going through. All i can think is what a waste of youth and what a waste of all that education ! And Life is like that !