Belongingness

A girl first time visits her parent’s house after two days of her marriage, and she says, ‘there, it happens like this’. The same girl when came after two months, she says, ‘it happens like this in our side’, and after six months the words changed in ‘we do like this at our place’. This is called belongingness.

Do we belong to ourselves?

Whatever we do, we speak, view or hear, do we belong to the same? The girl in example has taken six months for belongingness. How much time would we take to belong to our dreams and our lives?

Being in working for some period now I have always seen people discussing about the targets and their review with the seniors. It’s a real fun. All returned back to their schools, where they imagine wonderful excuses for facing their teachers and mother respectively for every mistake or error. For every incomplete task or delay. The person at the receiving end knew the truth of the event and the event manager both. The best prize is for the person who can surprise the other with unexpected.

One day I realize today I am one day older than yesterday, is there any excuse for being aged without holding that day in me as a person? A person of experience. A person having something to share with my present today and succession tomorrow.

Really the picture which mirror shows is fearsome. A pure threatening. I do waiting for the time, the right time, which is most limited and beyond my control. Do I belong to this time which I am passing by now?

As the day starts there is no end of the thread. One corner is in past and I left the other for future. Nothing accomplished full. If the life is to be lived on daily basis, “Can anyone say this is complete?”

Every moment we live is a gift of God and our life. Fill it full with happiness and beautiful memories. Count them as an experience of your life. A day of loud display, demonstrating, “This day is a count of my life! The life could be proud upon!”

Does this day belong to you?

Are you winning, winning together?

COMMUNICATION IS AN ART

Communication is an art of expressing yourself, understanding and caring others. When I was infant and unable to speak my mother understands everything, till date she does. It’s always a perfect communication.

In my school days, whenever I missed the homework, my teacher understood from my face and by looking at her hands I had always started rubbing my hands, we never failed. Whenever our father came from tour, we had always checked his briefcase and he never missed to hide a cotton bag in his other hand. Neither had we missed to hug him nor him, to put something in our pockets. We were communicating.

When my elders used the anger I understand that they want me to obey as it is. They don’t make me understand, as many a time they also don’t know the reply. When I used my tears it means I don’t want to understand. We were communicating.

When the climate was adverse outside, my elders / seniors protect me, they had always kept some umbrella or pullover for that right time. When they handover it to me, we were communicating.

When it was a time like a Dark Ocean, we were in a piece broken ship, all were strengthening theirselves and holding each other very strongly. Telling each other very frequently, we will be reaching the seashore soon. We were telling I am right, you keep fine. We were communicating.

Why in the time of recession, I am only communicating with my natural family? Am I not responsible for my working family?

How could today we master of this art, failed? Do we require learning this art from outside?

We may be missing purpose, the destination - where ‘we’ want to reach. And when it is ‘we’, than two people me and you. Sometimes I am missing from and many a times you.

The presence of only both is pure communication - ‘Winning Together’.

In the time of recession, the dark ocean let’s communicate more, strengthen our values and hold together to enjoy the future - Winning Together.