Blogger of the week- DeepikasRamblings — Success Inspirers’ World

I know I’m quite late in reblogging this, all the same, better late than never..

Thanks a lot to Success Inspirers’ World !!

Thanks Shilpa, for reblogging this earlier !!

Image from Deepik’s blog Simple words but big impact, Deepikasrambles is all about that. Every word written from heart, A journey from Pen & paper now to laptop. All her thoughts big and small, She shares with us in colorful post. Words of gratitude, sharing and caring, How we can grow, love and improve she […]

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If Not..

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If not, for the genuine tears that flow, who would care for the emotions,

If not, for the melancholy of grief, who would appreciate happiness,

If not, for the baffling complexities, who would recognize simplicity,

If not, for the hunger of needs, who would enjoy the cuisines of existence,

If not, for the bitter hatred, who would cherish the unconditional love,

If not, for death, who would care for the gift of invaluable life,

If not, for the deep desire of the soul within, who would care for the experiences !!

 

If everything we got or had would last forever, how would the quality of life be?

We enjoy life, because of the polarities that exist, which makes us strive for and also appreciate our blessings.

The above written post is one of my random ramblings, do feel free to share your thoughts..

A tribute ..

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You showed up every day,

You lingered in my thoughts,

You walked me through the memory lanes,

You helped me pick my thoughts,

You chose an assorted bouquet of smiles and experiences for me, from my past,

You took me on a journey of ups and downs, tiny and vast,

You were the trigger for my writing,

You were the one to take my posts globe trotting,

Now, I go down the memory lane on my own accord,

And I realize, in the absence of your hand holding,

That I miss you and the ‘word prompt’ meetings with you,

Oh ! DAILY POST, I enjoyed my amazing journey with you,

And wish and hope to see you soon and begin a new journey with you !!

When an Awkward sound strikes !

via Daily Prompt: Awkward

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Animal hides don’t create a squeaky sound as they wander in forests, when they lay down and get back on their feet, but a leather recliner might. And I experienced this yesterday at a movie theater. It was an awkwardly hilarious moment for me, (me being the anytime laughter machine).

Awkward, because the sound of the leather recliners made a squeaky sound, a sound very close to a borborygmus, flatulent sound. And hilarious, because the timing of the various chairs deciding to make the sound, based on the movements of its present owners, resulted in a grand musical sonata of sorts, which had me in a peal of laughter, much to the annoyance caused to my elder daughter, who later had no choice, but to join me in my thunder of laughter strike !!

This was an experience of sorts, which will stay in my memory for a while to come !!

My Bestie…

via Daily Prompt: Rapid

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You are calm, you are dutiful,

You connect to the world within me, making me peaceful,

You provide me life and stay a lifetime with me,

 You are my loyal friend, for till the end, you are with me.

When I am angry, you work at a rapid pace,

You are the only one who runs along with me in every race,

You are the most precious asset,

Taking care of you is the best bet,

From the time in the womb to birth, to death,

You are the life saving mechanism, 

I bow down to you for being there for me, my dear BREATH !!

Flaunt your Gratitude, not Attitude!!

via Daily Prompt: Flaunt

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When we let go of gratitude

We open the doors of life to attitude,

It Brings along a host of its dubious pals,

And we fall prey to their numerous calls,

We then flaunt arrogance, anger, stature and ego in style,

Giving them the unintended importance, for the next mile,

Till we realize our callous attitude,

Which makes us crumble in solitude,

We need to make amends of humongous magnitude

To recall and restore the lost GRATITUDE !!

Fear & Courage

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Courage is the bridge, which helps us tide over our fears,

It sits in the center, to one side it has fear, and one side lies cheer.

It pushes us to enter the realm of boldness,

It nudges us to let go of the fearfulness,

Self reliance, confidence, trust and faith we build,

It gives us nerves of steel to battle against all grids.

Fear and courage  are the two sides of a coin,

Which we encounter in all walks of life,

Fear challenges us with uncertain situations,

Courage dares us to accept it and inch towards solutions.

Lets not get bogged down by fear,

Lets get on with the offers life brings in and accept it with cheer !!

 

 

Tantrum Queen

via Daily Prompt: Tantrum

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Oh ! My little darling,

Just added 4 to her age,

Was yelling, crying and wailing,

Was in a fit of rage !

Fit of rage, Not for a toy, not for a crayon,

Not for a chocolate, and not for  pop corn,

But to put her shoe on, Which she couldn’t,

I tried to help, allow ? She just wouldn’t..

All through the car ride on the hills,

She threw tantrums with all her skills,

My attempts to calm her were inept,

The driver giving glances, challenging me on motherhood precepts.

Reaching the room, I tried the cartoon channel,

Tried to pacify her through the food funnel,

Simple splashes of water on her face, gave her the breather,

Respite writ large on my face, her hiatus was my biggest appeaser.

 

 

 

My ‘TOY’ grandchildren

via Daily Prompt: Bestow

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I enjoy and literally love to see my little one playing with her soft toys. She has bestowed upon herself the title of motherhood (at about 6 years of age) – she calls herself the mother, and her toys as her babies. She has named them, cuddles up to them, teaches them good values and even her lessons. If at all I tell her to remove her toys and keep it at a proper place, she gets wild..she says, “Mom, they are my babies, don’t call them toys”…

My ventriloquism skills are put to test when I have to cheer her up with the help of her babies, as they talk to her to get her into a good mood.

Above all, I feel I should be in the Guinness book of world records for being the youngest grand mom 🙂

If only, I could,  I would have captured this age and these moments for ever !!