The Facebook France flag filter, in support of the victims of the recent attacks  have caused quite a stir. So many versions of the same story have come up for and against and I just took a step back to listen and learn. In one of the conversations came that quote, and it stuck with me….

We mourn differently, we feel loss differently and with different capabilities the magnitude festers at varying lengths. It’s true that there are very many atrocities ongoing in the world that haven’t managed to get a mention let alone a profile picture filter in support, but that does not mean they do not matter.

As was the case with Janet Kanini (Journalist, Kenya) critics came out swinging and condemning the help her ‘peers’ put across. The platform they have is incredible. Big and spread out enough to shed more light on the cancer issue; but, before anything else, they are “HER FRIENDS FIRST” choosing to help make her already tough journey a little easier.  Once Again, this does not say all other cancer victims take a back seat, through it all a lot of information was shared and the keen ones learned from it.

As individuals when we experience pain only we can explain how deep it cuts. When we choose to share that with the world we cannot control how it will be perceived as all we put out there is how deeply our pain is felt. Choosing to pick it up and make a mockery of it is just being insensitive. There are wars everywhere. That is irrefutable, do all need to be resolved? YES! Do all need the spot light shed upon them? Yes! But in as much as all this is true, it is wrong to downplay a people’s suffering because other people were not put in the limelight when they were suffering.

If there was a filter for every tragedy in the world I believe we would all be changing our profile pictures on two hour increments. If we came up with hashtags and concerts for individual cancer victims we would have no room for anything else. It’s all a matter of how deeply you are concerned, “I AM YOUR FRIEND FIRST” if I care enough I will let it be known.

How about we all choose unity, support those around you best you can, and if you have nothing better to offer SILENCE IS GOLDEN.

Loss is loss no matter how many times you slice it, butter it or ignore it……

Pain felt by a close one is pain felt by the caring ones…







do not hide behind religion
do not hide behind religion

If you think about all the wrong in the world, there is absolutely very little (if any) reason to be happy, to be cheerful, and to be positive about. Yet each day we approach life with vigor and determination to make it count, each day we push through different obstacles and sometimes end a day with a genuine smile. Through all the trials we hang on to tiny fragments of heaven, could be family, friends, endearing work or simply inner peace.

When that gets taken away, times  we bend and break, when the pressure breaks its limits and all comes crumbling down, when man turns absolutely inhuman, unfathomable hate takes over; could have said turns cannibalistic but cannibals aren’t this cruel and malicious.  Only humans are capable of such brutality towards self.

When hell rises, whatever fiber of good left within us has to fight to weather the storm. When all hope seems lost, we stand with bated breathe  that good shall prevail. We may lose a few battles along the way but don’t lose site of the war.

We wipe pour tears, mourn our dead, innocent souls gone before their time. All for what? Cowardice…..

Rest with the angels knowing your presence in this dark world makes someone look forward to tomorrow. Tomorrow where the war is yet to be won!!!


Far from a fairy tale
Even farther from the end
A torturous terrain
A plateau void of emotion
Yet, only place I’d rather be

Hardly any surprises
Hardly any expectations
In light of all these
Still the only place I’d rather be

Once my safe net
Once my holy grail
Memories of days past
Hope of flourish again and
So, it remains
The place I’d rather be

If it was once, it will be again
If the will is there, there will be a way
Through it all, still the only one I’d rather be with

Thoughts become things



We often look for new things to do , for new ways of approaching problematic areas and often they are staring us in the face. Of late there has been immense down poor and as it goes power shortage, with this I found myself with a lot of free time on my hands. Usually music/Tv occupies my nights, but now in the glare of the dark, insomnia struck and a wondering mind I found myself lost and then lo! and behold…..the bookshelf came back to life. Picked up a 692 page fiction novel and couldn’t put it down, for the life of me I couldn’t imagine why it took more than two years to pick it up. Had it gathering dust while it was the very thing that helped me open up my imagination and reignite my desire to write. Finding similarities with the characters as well as taking from the advice of other characters just made me appreciate the beauty of an open imagination and the flawless nature of a perfect piece of writing.
We are only as limited as we presume to be, now on page 300 in two days I can’t believe I had the time to read it, after all these chapters I can’t believe I managed to concentrate while I often purport to have short concentration span. Finding different things to occupy oneself can be invigorating and a good book is a grand idea to hide away from the reality of life and ease an overactive mind…(If I may say so)
Bringing the characters to life and hoping they make better choices at least just so we see what the other route has. While making it clear the whole “I have no time “a façade to self-console.  It’s probably going to be another night in the dark, the sound of rain, the warmth of a fluffy blanket and comfortable pajamas are just the ideal things to sail me through the end of this book.
The quite was just the right dose of sanity I required, after a long day , some peace and quiet are the silver lining required, sure Scandal and Quantico aren’t going to watch themselves but a good book brings it all to life better…..
We all need that push to reignite us, to help us find that which we love, that which we misplaced. For me it was time in the dark and now I have found the light I so desperately craved. A glimmer of hope that finally I am on the right track again, my mind is clear, my thoughts positive and my conscience at peace. In the words of Maeve Binchy, THE GREATEST SIN ABOVE ALL IS LOSING HOPE……. (THE GLASS LAKE)

Thoughts become things