Viva la CFA !

The night before my CFA exam, as I remorsefully review the costliest mistake (yet) of my life, there is a sense of gratitude and freedom. Gratitude because of the talents and means I have been blessed with and freedom because of the audacious decision I’ve made – to renounce that which I pursue merely out of duty and to consciously pursue that which brings me joy! Viva la CFA!

This is why (I want to marry you…)

I want to cook protein-rich, low-carb, low-fat meals for you,

To help you achieve good health and fitness goals through the week.

And make sukka, dukra maas and bangda fry over the weekends,

To feed your soul through your heart and stomach.

I want to wake up every fantastic Monday morning with you,

And also all week through,

To go to gym together, to shower together, to work together and anticipate our getting home together,

Because I like being with you.

I want to pick up what you leave behind,

To help you find what you can’t find,

To do OUR laundry not just mine,

And when your smell lingers on, I know everything’s fine.

I want to be the one,

To take care of you when you’re sick,

To take care of you when you’re not sick,

To have your children and bring them up,

With all the love and values that I know we’re capable of.

I want to be there when you’re setting up your business,

When you build your dream home and all that comes with it.

To shout your name when it appears in movies’ end-credits,

When you hit a sixer or get a straight flush or even if you miss it.

I want to be there when you’re riding out a storm,

When it seems like everyone has left, I will be the one holding on.

I want you to know that I’m always on your team, playing beside you regardless of whether we’re winning or losing.

To speak to you endlessly when words are required,

To sit in silence, listening to the beating of our hearts, when words aren’t required,

To hold your hand, to trace my fingers on your chest, to hug you and kiss you whenever my heart feels it is best…these are few of the reasons why I want to marry you Pajju.

Image

vox et praeterea nihil

When will it stop doubting

The decisions that were made,

When will it stop worrying

Over the many things that were said,

When will it stop agonizing

About the accusations that were held,

When will it stop crying

Over all that was mislaid,

When will it stop it all

And be placid?

When will it begin smiling

In silent gratitude,

When will it begin working

With liberated fortitude,

When will it begin living

According to its age,

When will it begin speaking

With no regrets, no rage?

Will it ever be able

To compensate for all the mistakes it had done?

Will it ever be understood

For what it has become?

Will it ever know that it only had

To listen to itself and itself alone.

And nothing, no one

Had the power to lead it?

Will the voice ever know

That itself was all it needed.

Gliding in Daffodil fields

like plant capped tight in glass bottle, like bird strapped fast to iron chair,

while heart longs for breath of fresh air and soul wishes to transcend someplace

where candy floss dreams come true and flit past clouds in skies so blue,

to venture in realms amidst misty creek and bathe in sunbeams not so bleak,

asphyxiated with constant chiding, waterlogged with unnecessary biding,

it seems like her hour has finally arrived,

when she resurrects from chimeric blinding,

when she can break off shackles of unintentional binding,

Now armed with Titanium Mind and Daffodil Heart,

And much strength borrowed at much length,

from a Luminous Being much enriched with beatitude serene

Steeled to scale Everests one by one,

To show the world how its done.

“Tale as old as time, true as it can be, barely even friends…”

“Beauty And The Beast”

sung by Celine Dion & Peabo Bryson

Tale as old as time
True as it can be
Barely even friends
Then somebody bends
Unexpectedly

Just a little change
Small, to say the least
Both a little scared
Neither one prepared
Beauty and the Beast

Ever just the same
Ever a surprise
Ever as before
Ever just as sure
As the sun will rise

Tale as old as time
Tune as old as song
Bittersweet and strange
Finding you can change
Learning you were wrong

Certain as the sun
Rising in the east
Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the beast.

~~~~~~~♥♥♥~~~~~~~

Dear Pajju Wajju

Thank you for making my world oh-so-special! 🙂 The ride so far has been nothing but beautiful all thanks to you…it feels lovely to have a friend like you and beautiful to have a friendship like ours! 🙂 Hope I can always be there when you need me and be your friend for as long as I can…big hippo hug for you! 🙂 love you lots! ♥

Yours always,

Roopsy

Café SaturDay…A Lot Did Happen Over Water ♥☺♥

For an event so special, ’twas a regular scene,

Standing adrift, just you and me,

No music no noise, not even a breeze,

No preconceived plan, just a regular scene,

You asked for some water,

Some water I got you.

Next thing I knew,

Succumbing to you.

Holding me so firmly in your divine embrace,

Setting off fireworks without a trace.

Your honey-lips engulfed mine and caressed my skin

It’s like you stun-gunned me from deep within.

With the very first attempt, you put me in such absolute stupor,

It weakened me so much, I didn’t recover.

The second time round, you sent my heart in a tizzy,

Depleting my strength, making me giddy,

So defenseless, so powerless you made me seem,

So delicate, so vulnerable, you made me feel.

I was still moonstruck, you tasted like Moonshine

When again you pressed you tender lips to mine.

Awakening my senses, feebly still,

Responding to your kiss was like plunging into bliss!

This phantasmagoria is now engraved in me forever,

This extraordinary affair etched in my memory for always-

To acquaint my heart to feel like a part of you,

To teach my mind to be one with you,

To excite a million springs to water my soul’s garden,

So it can blossom eternally with orchid-thoughts of you.

How we journey through the sands of time one can never know,

But for time immemorial, you will be planted in my soul.

Like I stated earlier, ’twas a regular scene,

Standing adrift, just you and me,

No music no noise, not even a breeze,

For an event so special, just a regular scene…