Thursday, December 29, 2011

Small Things That Matter...

A friend of mine opened his wife’s underwear drawer and picked up a silk paper- wrapped package:

‘This, – he said – isn’t any ordinary package.’  He unwrapped the box and stared at both the silk paper and the box.
‘She got this the first time we went to New York, 8 or 9 years ago. She has never put it on, was saving it for a special occasion.’

Well, I guess this is it.  He got near the bed and placed the gift box next to the other clothing he was taking to the funeral house, his wife had just died. He turned to me and said:

‘Never save something for a special occasion.  Every day in your life is a special occasion’. I still think those words changed my life.

  • Now I read more and clean less.
  • I sit on the porch without worrying about anything.
  • I spend more time with my family, and less at work.
  • I understood that life should be a source of experience to be lived up to, not survived through.
  • I no longer keep anything.
  • I use crystal glasses every day…
  • I’ll wear new clothes to go to the supermarket, if I feel like it.
  • I don’t save my special perfume for special occasions; I use it whenever I want to

The words ‘Someday….’ and ‘ One Day…’ are fading away from my dictionary.  If it’s worth seeing, listening or doing, I want to see, listen or do it now!

I don’t know what my friend’s wife would have done if she knew she wouldn’t be there the next morning.  This, nobody can tell.  I think she might have called her relatives and closest friends.  She might call old friends to make peace over past quarrels.  I’d like to think she would go out for Chinese, her favorite food.

It’s these small things that I would regret not doing, if I knew my time had come.

Each day, each hour, each minute, is special.
Live for today, for tomorrow is promised to no one!

Friday, December 16, 2011

Bachpan ka zamana hota tha...




Bachpan ka zamana hota tha
Khushiyon ka khazana hota tha

Chahat chand ko paane ki,
Dil titli ka diwana hota tha,

Khabar na thi kuch subah ki,
Naa shaam ka thikana hota tha,

Thak-haar ke aana school se,
Par khelne bhi jaana hota tha,

Doston ki kahani hoti thi
Pariyon ka fasana hota tha

Barish main kagaz ki kasti thi
har mausam suhana hota tha

Har khel me sathi hote the
Har rista nibhana hota tha

Papa ki woh dante galti par
Mummy ka manana hota tha

Gum ki zubaan na hoti thi
Na zakhmo ka paimana hota tha

Rone ke wajah na hoti thi
Na hasne ka bahana hota tha

Ab naa rahi woh zindagi...jaisa
Bachpan ka zamana hota tha
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