From Deepa's Desk

  Someday I will finally come to know, How, to life's severe blows, the spirit doesn't bow. How, in spite of being in the clasp of life's storm, It manages to hold on, the strength comes where from!?   Someday I will get a clue, How, to the question - 'How are you?', The spirit answers - 'I am fine!', When clearly, a storm rages behind.   Someday I will finally understand, Behind the spirit, whose was the hand, That propelled it to stand up tall, When it felt like the spirit had lost all.   From where comes this indomitable will, To move on even though our dreams, life managed to kill, To tread through a path laden with strife, All because, to move on, is life!?   When you walk upright and don't stumble, Through life's tough and entangled rubble, When the going gets tough and you get going, Channeling the Universe's power, that's what you are doing!   I will learn the lesson someday, That th

As the year-end approaches, I find myself taking a trip down memory lane. The trip stops at a date. 31 st December. The last day of the year still has an aura of celebration, excitement and anticipation. For me, it was a day, and sometimes, the night, to spend with my friends. We took it very seriously, you know. 31 st ka kya plan hai?! Decide nahi kia abhi tak!  We used to plan days in advance for this date. Whose house we would spend the day in? What would be on the menu? How should we make the day special? Actual meetings would be conducted for this! The tape-recorder and the latest music album were compulsory. Not that we actually danced. But it felt good to listen to the peppy music while hanging out at a friend’s house and eating some delicious home-made snacks. Those innocent days, we hero-worshipped actors and actresses, so seeing them perform live at some function, was our way of celebrating. We cheered and danced to some of the songs, totally caught up in the enthus

  As the sun sets in for the day and ushers in the evening, I find myself silently contemplating, On a question that teases me, I wonder why, And the question is – Who am I?   The question doesn’t trouble me as much As the answers that make me, myself, judge. They remind me of all my mistakes and errors, Where I look my worst, they show such mirrors.   The soul is tired of being judged under right and wrong, To get rid of these labels, it has struggled long. And yet the struggle has been in vain, For somehow, the labels, my identity did obtain.   For the question – Who am I – an answer I long for, An answer that won’t label me anymore, An answer that will show me in a better light, An answer that says – I tried to do right.   Someday the answer will say – I am someone Who tried to take the path forlorn, Someone who tried to be different from others, Someone who from her failures, learns and recovers.   The answer will say someday that I

  On Gita Jayanti, the day of the deliverance of Gita, there arises a desire to write something as a tribute to the best source of knowledge that existed ever. But when I start writing, I find myself struggling to write about it. What can you really write or say about the Song Of God!? What is left to say, that Lord Krishna hasn't said already?! One can only mutely repeat the verses. One might read the Gita again and again and still learn something new in every reading. That is the beauty of this grand scripture. This is perhaps the only text where the Speaker, the knowledge and the lesson are one. Krishna speaks, He speaks about Himself as the Supreme Divine and His message is the lesson for humanity. The essence of Gita can be summed up so - Whatever work you do, whoever you are, live like the dew drop on a lotus-leaf. Unattached!  The all-knowing Krishna also knows that living so is difficult. Hence He provides an alternative. He says - if it is difficult for you to practi

  It seems we were still trying to come to terms with 2020 and 2022 is already arriving! How has the year been for you? There is something utterly bitter-sweet about December. There is relief that one year is ending and another is about to start. There is longing for all the lovely times we have had in the year and anticipation as well for what the next year will begin. December indeed is a time for reflection! Personally it has been an insightful and eventful year. After almost two years, I had a reunion with my family members. Writing-wise, it has been a learning year. As I devoted entire days to writing for a wonderful website, there came a gentle nudge from the heart – that may be I should do so for my own site too! So, here I am, writing for my humble blog site. There aren’t as many followers as there were in the site that I used to blog before. Comments too aren’t many. But there is peace. Because I am writing only for the sake of writing. Not to win any accolades, not to get

  Someday I will walk on your streets again,  Tread on a road glistening in the rain, Feel the breeze coming from the sea, As if it were gently caressing me.   Someday I will stand beside the sea and wonder, Looking at a point in the horizon yonder, Trying to find where the sea ends and the sky begins, On cloudy and fog-filled evenings.   Someday I will sit on the boulevard that separates the sea From the road on the other side, a wave of humanity. I will relish the feeling of being at the threshold Of two but vastly different a world!   I will see the birds trying to fight the current That gushes in from the sea in a torrent, I will laugh as the bird hangs suspended in the air, Enjoying itself without any care.   I will see loved ones sitting beside each other, Dreaming of a beautiful life together. Promising to be each other’s forever And hoping that this moment freezes over!   I will see the wave of humanity on the road, Blissfully