Dreamweaver: Wind Beneath My Wings

Monday, October 12, 2009

Wind Beneath My Wings

(I had written this for Papa on his 50th birthday in 2007...)

Ok, this blog is for dad, cause yesterday he stepped into his fiftieth year and Id like to take this opportunity to shed some light on this man who is my father.For as long as I can remember, I had a pedestal in my head, and on that pedestal stood my father. From the time when I was a little girl, to this day, so many things have changed. People have come and gone, people have grown older, homes have been shifted and hearts have been broken. Momentous victories, bits and pieces of sorrow...all the ingredients that shape life, I can safely say, we've had a fair share of it all.

But the one thing that has remained unchanged, the rock of gibraltar within my head, unmoved and unshaken...the pedestal with the man standing on it. And somehow the pedestal has grown taller, and seems to shine with more brilliance than it ever has, as time has gone by.
My father has had his share of anguish, hardship, and heartache...he has had to go through trials by fire and has gotten scorched along the way. He has faced hard times , betrayal and all the basic drama played out in life. Yet till today, the image of him hasnt changed to all who have met him and known him. Always standing straight no matter what the situation, walking straight, disciplined, organized, meticulous, he is the epitome of graceful aging(although i must say he doesnt look it). He is one of the most gifted artists I have ever met, and he gives personality to his creativity in everyday life , from designing the interior of our house to designing and building the animal hospital building and premises. Seldom have I seen a person so awed by beauty. His need for harmony and beauty shows in everything he does. More than anything else, his immense willpower, his love for home and hearth, his sense of responsibility, his support towards his family and his roleplay as husband and father, have never ceased to awe me.
And of course he loves elephants ... all elephants that ever walked the earth...big ones, baby ones, african, asian...if its an elephant, dad loves it.

For my father, I have in my heart immense respect, and even more love. There is none like him and there never will be. Someday god willing, he will be able to live life on his terms, paint his pictures and spend leisure time with his animals. Till then and even afterwards may God bless you papa. And Happy birthday to you. You have been the wind beneath my wings. You have egged me on to find my dreams in the face of all adversity and you have shown me that there is no substitute for hard work and will power. For that I am grateful. I love you more each day. Through lifetimes I will love you and seek you out and then one day we will know each other in God.

---------Your Apple now and always,

Twinky.

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There’s Magic Everywhere

You have to look for it. You have to search really hard. But I can assure you, I’ve seen magic all around me. Now I do not find it difficult to find magic when I need it. Mostly I find it within myself. Sometimes outside. And sometimes where I least expect it. Of course one’s own definition of “magic” is vital to finding it in the first place. For me, magic is anything and everything that makes my heart skip a beat or leave me speechless with awe.

I find magic in the ocean. The gentleness of the waves masking the immense power within, the vastness of the water teeming with millions and millions of life forms and the immense tranquility I experience just by looking at the sea, seems to me the most magical thing of all. In the whishing whooshing of the waves, I hear words. When I put a conch to my ear, I don’t just hear the wind making ocean like sounds, I actually hear the ocean and the many voices speaking through it.

I lie awake at night and watch the star studded night sky. And the stars dance around joyfully as I imagine billions of worlds out there in the universe filled with stardust and moonlight, suns and planets, filled with different kinds of living creatures all struggling to establish a corner in this vast cosmic grandeur. The fact that the universe exists-is magic to me. In my dreams at night, I fly out into the night sky into the world I have created in my mind and everything is magic there.

I wake up in the morning to chirping birds and rustling leaves, a moon which disappears and a sun which rises like clockwork everyday. The baby inside a mothers womb which grows out of one single cell to a fully functional reflection of its parents, our beautiful blue planet which revolves around the sun along a set orbit, the many brilliant minds working in unison to keep earth progressive yet conserved and the mighty watchmaker who sets everything into motion along a brilliantly conceived design-MAGIC.

Constant advice from my parents to do the right thing and tread the right path-Magic. A home to go to and a dog who makes me feel like the single most special person in the world every day-Magic. The sparkle that I see in my husband’s eyes whenever he looks at me, the love he feels for me, the way he makes my toes curl every time he holds my hand-no one else can see that. Only I can and its Magic.

My own volition, my abilities, my amazing physical form which permits me to think, love and create, is magic. My Guru’s endurance of my ways and his selfless never ending love for me. Supreme magic.

I see magic in everything. In every situation. In every word spoken and in every emotion felt. In every good deed and in every heartfelt prayer. In every love filled heart and in every burning desire. In every passion and ambition, in every bit of hard work and every show of divine love.

There is magic every where. If you only care to look.

-----Magically your's Twinky.