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Haikus for Heart prints #writebravely

Jayanthy Govindarajan — Tue, 31 Oct 2017 05:05:00 +0000

I had so many plans to end this pro blogger challenge on a lovely note. That too, with heart prints being the final prompt. However, sometimes we plan something and God plans another. Cold and fever had left me drained. So I am finishing my challenge on a simple note now.

I am thankful, grateful and feeling blessed for all your support guys! Haikus for you.

Your Love and support

Made challenge interesting

Making heart prints felt

Heart prints of kindness

Sent during our high fever,

I Will not forget

At tough times like these

A supportive family

Is what we all need.

Feeling so blessed

To have family and friends

To boost energy.

My dearest husband

Your love, patience and support

Helped us heal quickly.

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This Monster in Me #WriteBravely

Jayanthy Govindarajan — Tue, 24 Oct 2017 03:34:00 +0000

This monster in me

This monster in me,

Does not let me be,

She always disagrees,

So I never let her free.

I struggle to tame her,

That’s what stirs her,

Her horns grow stronger,

As if they were always there.

I let my anger grow,

My thoughts go with the flow,

I yell, I pout,

I get it all out.

The cry makes me fret,

Then I am upset,

I try to forget,

There is so much regret.

This monster in me,

Wouldn’t let me be,

I want to change,

Yet, Change sounds very strange.

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Courage vs Comfort #writebravely

Jayanthy Govindarajan — Fri, 20 Oct 2017 10:33:00 +0000

Comfort vs Courage

Comfort is not as it seems,

You live in your dreams,

Sitting and making schemes,

Smiling at the consequences of extremes.

It is easier to sway,

When the world is before you in a tray,

Not an inch you will move away,

And in the end you will not be gay.

Courage is a tough process,

But it will take away your distress,

Lets you develop great finesse,

Right after you are ready to confess.

It is a quality difficult to manifest,

It let’s you do your best,

You will definitely feel blessed,

For moving out of your nest.

We have all been there. Comfort was our first choice for everything. I have been there. I even stick to comfort foods. Our choices when we stick to comfort can be very limited and even deadly sometimes. The decisions taken in comfort might be hasty. One needs courage to face their own decisions. That’s when we move from comfort to courage. We also understand we can’t have both which is good when it comes to this.

What do you think about comfort and courage? Write to me in my comments ?

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Disobedience #writebravely

Jayanthy Govindarajan — Mon, 16 Oct 2017 13:32:00 +0000

According to many Indian Parents, Disobedience means not complying to rules/laws they set as parents. Being an obedient child means following your parent’s rules on top gear without questioning, even if you really want to. Ain’t the country like that too now? Then why bother?

Everything Starts at Home, isn’t it?

How important is it to stand up and raise questions to your parents? How do you know when you must?

I have personal experiences from being called the obedient child to becoming disobedient. However, the terms have differed now. The talks changed to arguments and then to fiery fights before we saw a change. My sister and I see the difference in our parents now. They used to live for the society like many parents of their generation before. The society we live in can make any parent have a negative mindset. Even if your own child is on the right path, the fear-factor of parents can make the child lose it all. Following the society without any norms is also an unjust act to me.

Disobedience truly means
failure or refusal to obey rules or someone in authority

Every generation will have a set of parents who will suppress their kid’s choices and not listen to them. Similarly, every generation will also have parents who completely kneel and listen to their kid’s requests. Parenting is not an easy task. Isn’t it the same with growing up? Until the kid in us wakes up, we cannot truly be a parent.

I stand up for my rights!

Times change. How my grandmother lived, how my parents lived and how I live has so much difference. To think about my child’s life scares me now. Still, there is this ray of hope with the present generation. They don’t mind being called a disobedient child. They stand up and ask questions. At times, even if it is not their parents, they speak-up to anyone who listens. That’s why we must allow them to speak-up as parents. Above all, we must truly know the difference between a non-cooperating child and a disobedient child. In today’s revolutionary world, every person has the right to stand up against injustice, even if it is about taking a break from their monotonous classes.

Parents accepting their mistakes before their kids when we do one, will encourage them to open-up. As a mother, I am slowly understanding how influential my being is becoming. I know some parents who force their kids into some random classes only because their friend’s child is there. If my child wants to join a guitar class, I don’t want to predestinate her to become a rock-star. They can still become that martial art instructor who can play a melody to rejuvenate themselves.

Let’s teach our children to stand up against injustice, instead of terming them as disobedient or obedient children. If they don’t stand up for their rights, they can never stand up for others.

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Bated Breath #Writebravely

Jayanthy Govindarajan — Fri, 13 Oct 2017 09:21:00 +0000

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She let out a cry,

Looking at the deep blue sky,

Her unanswered prayers,

Were rolling down as tears.

She didn’t like her fate

Laughing at her state,

She bent and kissed,

Her husband’s burnt wrist.

Her 45 year wedded life,

Made her a strong wife,

Not one tear she shed,

All along she was their only thread.

Her son came running to her,

Everything else went blur,

With bated breath he said,

“We were misled!”

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Terminal #WriteBravely

Jayanthy Govindarajan — Mon, 09 Oct 2017 14:36:00 +0000

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Two years had passed since Anjana left India for good. She had left because she wanted to run away from the chaos of her life. Her on-site opportunity was her only blessing. She had not shared her number with anyone. She just lived all by herself and spoke with family who spoke only because she called, not even once did they ask her anything else.

Today she was on her way to India. At the airport terminal she came to know about her delayed flight. She had ample time with nothing to do. Slowly thoughts crept in, as she sat down and thought about what to say when she goes back.

Just before two and a half years, her parents had arranged her wedding. She had to tell them she was in Love, but heavily single sided, waiting for Roshan. He was still not over his ex. To be more clear, his once-upon-a-time girlfriend loves to interfere very much in his life in the name of care. He couldn’t see the clear picture.

Roshan and Anjana were family friends who had always liked each other. Their lives took different turns when they fell in love for the first time. Yes, with other people. They both had a struggled relationship with their then partners. Anjana had felt better when she broke up, but Roshan’s girlfriend left him making him feel miserable. She made sure she stayed in touch only to poke him around saying how her married life is miserable now. Roshan was blind enough to believe her.

When they both met, they had spoken all about their lives so far. They both had a great time than they expected. Anjana liked Roshan, however, she wasn’t sure of a relationship. She didn’t want one. After almost a year of talking about everything under the sun, she felt like they were already in a relationship. Roshan felt lighter than ever. He slowly moved to the present. He was living his life without any regrets. However, his ex-girlfriend called him once in a while to talk to him. Gradually, he let her know about his new life and how he wanted to move on. Her pang of jealousy took over and she made it clear that she still misses him. He wasn’t ready to answer.

When Anjana came to know this, she decided for herself that he would go by her words. She told him how much she loves him and ran away without waiting for his answer. He tried calling her, but she never picked up. Her parents had introduced her to Amit, an Engineer, friends with a relative. The relative made sure her family accepted the prospect. When Anjana was on the edge with this alliance, she had no other choice, but to accept the On-site opportunity. The alliance had agreed to wait for two years. She hoped, he wouldn’t. They were so alike in the wrong things and she didn’t want to take this forward. She had already informed them she wasn’t interested. All ears went deaf to her words and all they ever bothered was about her first love failure, which they made sure was not conveyed to Amit & Family.

When she finally reached Chennai airport, her eyes wandered to meet Roshan, knowing he wouldn’t be there. To her shock, Amit welcomed her. She didn’t know what to say. Before she could ask for an excuse and move away, he had asked her to follow him. She felt annoyed with his behavior and turned away. She saw Roshan looking glum with a baby in his hand. His ex-girlfriend walked towards him with a wide smile. Anjana wasn’t just upset with what she saw, she made up her mind not to see him anymore.

Why did she have to see him? Why was he there anyway?

Questions flooded her mind with no answers. Amit took her to his car. He waved at the woman sitting inside the car and asked her to come out. He introduced her as Akshatha, his fiancée. Amidst her misery, this was such a huge relief. She congratulated them and finally asked why her parents had not come to pick her up. He asked her to get in, he had a story to tell her. He told her about everything that happened after she left.

Roshan had spoken with her parents after she left. He had told them that he was the reason behind her denials to her family’s request. He had gone there to ask them for acceptance. She couldn’t believe anything Amit had said. She was silent all the way home. Her parents were waiting eagerly to receive her. They were smiling at her. They called her in and asked her if she was really in love with Roshan. She just said, “Yes, but there is no point in talking about it now.”, knowing nothing is going to change what she saw at the airport. Though they had pre-booked an engagement hall, they had waited for her answer this time. They were so sure about her this time. Staying away makes parents understand their children better.

Roshan had spoken to his ex-girlfriend and asked if he can meet her with her family. She denied it upfront. This time, he had called her repeatedly and asked her what was going on? She agreed that her past was better than her present. He decided to meet her and share a few words. He had met her husband, introduced himself, cleared the air and closed their chapter. Her husband, a genuine person, had agreed to come to his wedding with his family and wished him goodness. He was at the airport to receive them when Anjana came.

Roshan had known, the only person who needs to know his Love was Anjana. She understood his glum face now. There was no denying her love for him. There was nothing more to stop her from loving him anymore. He had come to her home now. His glum face, waiting for an answer. She just ran and hugged him tight. They went hand in hand to the engagement hall.

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Why We Must Attempt New Things Every Now and Then?

Jayanthy Govindarajan — Mon, 02 Oct 2017 06:10:00 +0000

I love patterns. Be it as doodles or in saris. I am not a good artist. My Engineering graphics 3D assignments are the only ones I can proudly call as my experimentation with drawing. The casual art stops with flowers. I would rate my culinary skills better than my rangolis. Somehow, I am fond of patterns. I could admire paintings for hours for its beauty, but cannot do one myself. Since I never draw much, I don’t have anything to color. During pregnancy, I read about how coloring relaxes the mind. I love Mandala art and doodling patterns. The base of any art is a black pen. I love black color. The only reason that existed for me to go ahead and try.

One fine day, I wanted to doodle. I tried to push it away, but the urge was very strong. Recreating art was not my idea. So I skipped seeing Images in Google and directly opened YouTube. I searched for ways to doodle easily. More than 1000 videos popped as a result of my search. When I previewed one of the videos, the original poster started it from a random art. I watched the video with so much eagerness. I felt nice after watching it. I felt I could do that. I started without any expectations. By the end of it, I was only glad I did it. Mine was not the best art, but it just made me feel better. This is my first doodle.

30 JANUARY 2017 – HELLO HELLO doodling! I’m ❤in it! #firstdoodle #fms_hello #fmsphotochallenge #fatmumslim #hiyapapayaphotoaday #nothingisordinary #cherishinglifemoments #fmsphotoaday #fmspad #365_today #lovecolors #adoodleaday2017

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A thing of beauty is a joy forever – John Keats

Such a lovely gift from a family friend.. ? you guys. #pregnancydiaries #pregnantlife

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A family friend surprised me by gifting me a pregnancy meditation coloring book. I must say, I love coloring in it. It has those lovely words inscribed on the art about mamma and baby. Sometimes we must just try certain things without much thought. This poem is my Day 30 poem of 100 Days of Poetry, the freedom to try new things without setting expectations.

One Pen, different write-ups,

One person, many dimensions,

When an opportunity presents itself,

We are first filled with doubts and fears,

We ask questions that never existed before,

However, once we calm down and think about it,

It all melts away slowly and we gear up and begin,

We become what we always wanted to become.

Do you like this?

Write, Just Write

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