Welcome to The Seed of Joy - JRM's Oeuvre, a lifestyle blog! This seed primarily sprouts up narratives touching the essential spheres driving life - mindfulness, self empowerment, cognition, inspiration, motivation, spirituality and anything that makes you cherish JOY - inside and outside. :)

With intention to inspire and edify the readers with each post, JRM pours her heart out reflecting her emotions, expressions, perceptions, excursions, philosophies and experiences through her poetry, quotes and photography... all which binds together as memories - sweet, sour and beautiful!

"The best thing about Memories is that We can simply create them Anytime!" © Jyotika Rajput Mehra

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Monday, December 15, 2014

Forbidden Emotions Arising Repulsively - Rise Above Them!

FEAR – I define it as 
"Forbidden Emotions Arising Repulsively"
~Jyotika Rajput Mehra


Folks, this is my true story - story of my FEAR and my VICTORY over it! I am sure my story will make you believe in yourself and #RiseAboveFear!

Almost 20 years ago…little pair of my eyes witnessed a strange Saturday… “Get ready baby! I have called all your friends at home. Play with them as much as you can! Also, I have made your favourite “Aloo paranthas”. You guys should have crazy fun today… It might take quite long to have this chance again! Your dad will be here around 6 pm and we will leave…!” said my mom. 

I saw the clock, it was around 12 noon. “The Day had arrived!” I mused! I was suffering, I was not well… “How did it happen? Why did it happen to me?” Pendulum of such thoughts again started oscillating! And suddenly, the doorbell rang… 

There came my lovely buddies and I warmly welcomed all. My friends found my behaviour little weird. Indeed, it was, I did not tease, mock or get wild. I was upset and lost! However, we played, had aloo paranthas and enjoyed! Time passed by and I noticed the clock striking 6:00; it was time for the fun to end! In a few minutes, dad came home and my friends left. None of them knew where was I going!

Even I didn't know much! All what I knew was that we were going to a hospital where doctors would cure me. Several weird thoughts occupied my mind – “What if I could never play!... What if I lose my memory!...” The biggest point of worry was – “What if I die!” Nervous and anxious, fear started capturing my senses. I became almost numb with just a mere thought of my non-existence! I tightly embraced my mother.

In an hour or so, we arrived at the place. After fifteen minutes of waiting, I was admitted in there. By this time, I had already started missing my sweet home! After all, it was the first time I had ever gone out for such a sad stay!

In a while, a nurse brought in my dinner. I crawled up in the bed. Mom looked at me with wet eyes, she came closer and said, “Today let me feed you each bite.” Strange gesture…I thought! I am a big girl now! It was some time ago that she used to do it! All this while, dad kept humming my favourite songs, so that I do not feel the absence of the idiot box. Bizarre behaviours! I never experienced such compassionate gesture... especially from my dad. Usually, he remained strict with me. It was surprising for me to see such a change!

Suddenly, my younger brother who was sitting just beside, softly asked, “Mom, Dad, why we all are here? When will “Di” be back home and play with me?” In a quivering voice, mom replied “very soon my dear, very soon!” She couldn’t stop and burst into tears…! Dad kissed my forehead and left the room.

For a while fear had deserted my heart off all the emotions. I too started sobbing and wondering – “what could be the next!” Mom held me in her arms and asked me to remember her preaching. She had always made me believe in God and his miracles. I had learnt from her a beautiful belief “When God is present in our heart, there is no room for Fear! And if Fear enters our heart, we miss the presence of God!” Hence, the choice is ours – Whom/What we want to dwell in our heart - God or Fear! I decided to keep God in my heart!

Place God in Your Heart, Not Fear! 
That night could have been my last night in this world… The dawn saw the doctors calling me for the treatment. The specialists took a substantial amount of time to perform the complex task. Finally the news was out! God had blessed me with a second life. I was alive! I am alive! But, I saw the horrifying glimpse of death! By God's grace, I defeated Death! Yes, my unwavering faith in God gave me strength to face the spine chilling fear and believe in “Myself”.
Believe in Yourself
At that point of time, I was in oblivion of what had exactly happened during the treatment. I became aware of my critical conditions three years later and actually realised the miraculous powers of God!
Rise Above Fear
This was my turning point of life that made me rise above my fear! At a tender age, I realised the core essential thing - Our life is too precious and it is only once that we live it! Since then, I have evolved as a compassionate person, someone who lives life beyond regrets and worries, someone who is crazy about fun, someone who truly believes in love and miracles.

Life is Beautiful...
Just Believe in its Beauty...
My life is “God’s Gift” and I completely regard it! I really wonder, had I not been gifted this "Second Life", I may never have been able to value Life and my loved ones as much as I do it now! Cliche' but true, "Stop taking life for granted, value it… right now!"

I strongly believe that my life definitely has a noble purpose, and I have to fulfil it here on this Earth, otherwise definitely God would have invited me at his place that very day itself!

Indeed, Life is beautiful…Live it, Love it and Celebrate each moment! :)


Disclaimer: 

* Author of this post reserves rights for the written content source being original work of art. Please do not copy without permission. ©Jyotika Rajput Mehra

* This post is purely based on the author’s feelings and perception, the purpose of which is to encourage the readers to always move on with faith and courage in difficult times. It is a gentle reminder for all to be fearless and have extreme faith in your thoughts and actions.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

The Charm of Rustic Stubble!

It is said, “Our face is the reflection of our persona!” Well, to charm a girl, indeed it is!
So, for those alluring looks, not necessary that a guy has to be clean shaven; sometimes a simple bearded look creates the magic!

The Chocolate Looks vs. The Rustic Charm
My mind drives me back to the College days – a wonderful phase in each one’s life!
2007, 2nd year... By this time, we were a big bunch of people - a gang of hot chicks and cool dudes, doing all the frolicking fun and grabbing the lime light! We called ourselves – the “Scorchers”!

Being hot meant cheekily dressing up and oozing that oomph factor. Being cool was sporting an appealing hairdo and a chocolicious clean shaven look! Those were the days- days of fun, thrill, adventure and flirting...

Just Like Our College Dance Gang
It was January, and the annual fest was approaching in a month, i.e. Feb. We Scorchers were ready to participate in almost all the events - fashion show, dance, skit, mimicry, etc. but our hearts were captivated to grab only the “Fashion Show Trophy”!

Therefore, we decided to hire a choreographer! Yuhoooo... :) The excitement was growing on! Our choreographer, Jatin sketched a fantastic show theme “Guns & Roses”. He suggested the attire and made us learn the nitty-gritties including the aesthetic walk, style, expressions, etc.

We “girls” looked beautiful in red evening gowns and the guys looked classic in the typical cowboy attire - Hardee hats, fringed jackets and rugged jeans. In a week’s practice we topped our shot! But something was still bothering to Jatin – the facial looks of the boys! Without contemplating much, he ruled out the quintessential factor – “well-groomed stubble”.

“Wow, that was a nice idea!”, and we girls were more keen to watch out the new look of our guys! Gratefully we had 3 good weeks – a time enough to fine tune the desired looks. It was great to see the chocolate faces turned into the intense macho look exuding the rustic charm of “stubble”! And indeed our cowboys got the head-turner make-over with the Gillette shaving kit – a name you can trust upon!
The Gillette Shaving Kit 
It was extremely convenient for the guys to trim out extra hair and showcase that perfect stubble. The look certainly cajoled and charmed the girls and few of the on-stage couples actually turned into real life couples! The show was a sure shot hit, the “Stubble” did charm the audience, and the Scorchers bagged the “Dream trophy”!

We acknowledged our heartfelt thanks to our choreographer, Mr. Jatin. And of course, Gillette too holds the credit for such life-changing events!

“This post is a part of #WillYouShave activity at BlogAdda in association with Gillette

In acknowledgement of accepting the #WillYouShave challenge by Rahul Prabhakar (http://2brahulprabhakar.blogspot.in/) , I tag the following friends to take up the #WillYouShave Challenge.

Bhaskar

Mugdha Singh

Hema
http://therisingstarz.blogspot.in/


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* Author of this post reserves rights for the written content source being original work of art. Please do not copy without permission. ©Jyotika Rajput Mehra

Saturday, November 22, 2014

The Power of Touch...The Power of Love...

"Let there be rejoice,
Let the love rekindle,
A midst the inadequate time,
Let the charm never dwindle,
It feels blissful to receive a gift of hug,
Words of appreciation from loved ones and their gentle touch,
Revives a sense of being special, arouses the feeling of smug,
It heals, it cures, it is therapeutic…
Such is the “power of touch”
Indeed, life is beautiful with the "power of love"!"


~ Jyotika Rajput Mehra Poetic Quotes

I absolutely agree and encourage the fact that to sustain a spark in a relationship, the couples must indulge in the passionate games of “Caress-Embrace-Touch”. Unfortunately, Time is the thief that robs off the golden moments; nevertheless, you should seek the “joy of touch” in no matter how fewer moments spent together! No matter, how busy you are, to make your “Someone” feel special, remember to offer the gift of:

“an affectionate touch”
“a kiss”
“holding hands”, and
“saying I love you”

Do Everything That Love Makes You Do... 
Believe Me, It's Beautiful... :)

I am glad to share two instances that strengthened my faith in the “power of touch” and the "power of love"…


The Power of Touch is Magical
A long term illness made me guest at hospital for 1 month. It was traumatic! Caught a midst the four walls of the ICU, I was under close observation for 3 days – the gloomy days when nobody was allowed to meet me, not even my family. In a semi-conscious state, I was badly missing my mother. Doctors assured that my condition would improve in these 3 days. Strangely, it worsened, in spite of the intensive care and medication! The worried doctors failed to understand the reason for my condition.

The dawn of the 4th day brought in the element of surprise. My family was called to see me. My mother came nearby, with a gentle touch; she held my hand in hers and whispered my name. The moment was mystical when she swayed her hand over my forehead. After the usual check-up, the doctors were amazed. They noticed a quick improvement in my condition. I too realised the Midas effect. Such miraculous was the healing touch of my mother.

Another emotional incident is about the dying Bougainvillea, planted at my grandma’s place. Her love for plants made her buy this new kind. In around 6 weeks, the little plant grew into a beautiful full bloomed creeper. Charmed by the creeper’s lovely violet flowers and their sweet fragrance, I started frequently visiting grandma’s place, which was located at a distance of few meters only.

This is How My Zuri Blossomed in Full Bloom :)
 I had gradually developed a habit of conversing with the creeper. I also named it–“Zuri”. Each time I had something in mind; I would go and share it all with my Zuri. Soon, I started personifying it as my friend – a sweet bond of love had established.

The exam time arrived and I could not visit grandma’s place. It was a month later that I saw Zuri. It was sad to observe that Zuri’s flowers had turned pale white, and its branches seemed badly damaged by the Aphids.
The Withered Phase in Zuri's Life :(
In a week’s observation, the leaves were all gone and the flowers dried too. Zuri almost withered! “May be my grandma could not take good care of it”, I wondered! I asked her to contact a horticulturist but she denied. Don’t know the reason but I did not question her again. I decided that I would treat my Zuri!

I spent all my pocket money in buying the required weed resistors and pesticides. I had set a dedicated routine to cure Zuri. From lovely melodious songs, crazy jokes and funny instances, which I already used to share; I started a new gesture of waving my hand all over Zuri’s fragile branches, to make her feel being loved. With the affectionate touch, I used to speak out, “I love you Zuri. Get well soon for me!” 

This perpetual attempt yielded consequences in 3 weeks. My Zuri gained back her lush green look! With tears in my eyes, I thanked God! I had a hope in my heart – I had a faith in the “power of touch” and the “power of love”!


Such intense is the sense of “touch”, the elixir of life… the magical effect that makes one resuscitate! 

Disclaimer: 

* Author of this post reserves rights for the written content source being original work of art. Please do not copy without permission. ©Jyotika Rajput Mehra

* This post is purely based on the author’s feelings and perception, the purpose of which is to encourage the readers to always move on with faith and courage in difficult times. It is a gentle reminder for all to believe in the power of touch and the magic of love, as these can empower you to bring back the lost charm.

Friday, November 14, 2014

Before My World Shatters Away…

A small composition on the occasion of Children's Day...


"Life has no recap, so live life King-Size... 
At Heart Just be like a Child!"
                                                             ~ Jyotika


Before my World shatters away, 
I want to seize all the smiles in my way, 
I want to capture the bright sunlight, 
I want to create cherished memoirs each day & night...

Before my World turns gloomy & dark,
I want to laugh out loud with all my heart,
I want to celebrate each moment passing by,
I do not want to think about what, how & why...

Before my World is no more,
I want to share happiness from my joys' store,
I want to keep my loved ones in my eyes,
I just want to forget all their lies...

Before my World scatters into pieces & bits,
I want to grow into a Phoenix,
I want to carry the courage to handle struggle & strife,
I just want to be like a child,
Innocent at heart, crazy and wild, 
Because that's the only way to cope up with pain,
I do not really bother what I fail to gain,
I do not want to know what people think,
Because I never know when my World bids adieu in an eye's blink!


Disclaimer: 

* Author of this post reserves rights for the content source being original work of art. Please do not copy without permission. ©Jyotika Rajput Mehra

* This poetic work of art is purely based on the author’s feelings and perception.

Saturday, November 08, 2014

Sweetheart Let Your Eyes Reveal The Truth...

Presented this composition to the love of my life on our 1st Valentine's celebration. :)

Each time you come into sight,
My eyes wish they could see you for long;
Frequency of my heart tends to be faster than light,
Unaware of what is going on..;

Am I in a Fantasy World?
Do you also feel the same?
Sweetheart, Let your eyes reveal the truth...

Each time you hold my hand,
My heart wishes you’d hold it for now & always;
Stepping into a beautiful land,
Making my nights joyful, mesmerising my days..

Am I in a Fantasy World?
Do you also feel the same?
Sweetheart, Let your eyes reveal the truth...

Each time you talk in your lovely voice,
I fall spell bound;
My mind locks the worldly noise,
All I desire is you to be around..

Am I really in a Fantasy World?
Do you also feel the same?
Sweetheart, Let your eyes reveal the truth...
Please let your eyes revel the truth...!


Disclaimer: 

* Author of this post reserves rights for the content source being original work of art. Please do not copy without permission. ©Jyotika Rajput Mehra

* This poetic work of art is purely based on the author’s feelings and perception.

Especially for My Bestie Neha & Her Love Piyush…

Presented this composition to my bestie Neha and her love Piyush on their 1st Wedding Anniversary - 16th Feb 2011 :)

My Bestie Neha With Her Love Piyush
She is your flower,
He is your rain;

She is your celebrity,
He is your fame;

She is your strength,
He is your weakness;

She is your sugar,
He is your sweetness;

She is your calmness,
He is your tranquillity;

She is your heart beat,
He is your affinity

She is your dance,
He is your rhythm;

She is your seriousness,
He is your sarcasm;

She is your star,
He is your shine;
May Almighty make your relation more divine
Seeing your passion & true love…
May God always shower his blissful blessings from above…


Disclaimer: 

* Author of this post reserves rights for the content source being original work of art. Please do not copy without permission. ©Jyotika Rajput Mehra


* This poetic work of art is purely based on the author’s feelings and perception.

Especially for "Rahul" - The "Selfie-Guru" and "The "Karaoke-King"!


It was the most memorable day - Aug 30th, 2014... And I created this birthday composition for a very special person and my bestie Rahul...


Ecstatic and privileged... :)
Rahul and Me :)
Heart of gold with a brilliant mind,
Rahul, you are just one of a kind,
I am glad I met you at one crossroads of life,
You are simply perfection personified...

You are the “Selfie Guru” and the “Karaoke King”,
You are the “Man of Substance”, you excel in
everything,
Be it
Ping Pong, Anchoring or Blogging,
Your presence changes the atmosphere just like Autumn transforms into Spring…

Your words are treasures of wisdom,
You imbibe in us a sense of enthusiasm,
Your aura, your attitude
and your grace,
Motivates the team and makes office the best work place...

You share your life's experiences with so élan,
Your stories of courage and wit makes me your fan,

Whatever you t
alk is absolutely admirable and adorable,
With a gentle heart, you are just so humble...

There's so much to learn from you and explore,
It’s an honour to have you as my mentor,
Your smile, your style and your intellect,
casts a spell with a magical effect,
Rahul,
you are one of the most influential people I have ever met...

You are meticulous, you are awesome, you are spectacular and erudite,
God bless you always with wonderful and sunny times,
May the treasures of happiness always surround you,
May your problems vanish away without a clue,
May you always sing melodious tunes,
May you always be blessed with surprises and boons…

May the coming year be splendid for you…
May you have good health all the year through…

Happy Birthday Once Again Rahul…
Cheers!!!
~ Always your admirer & bestie, Jyots :)

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* Author of this post reserves rights for the content source being original work of art. Please do not copy without permission. ©Jyotika Rajput Mehra

* This poetic work of art is purely based on the author’s feelings and perception.

My Love Says You Will Be Loving Me Again!

This composition is "special and magical! Inspired by an article, I created it way back in 2009 when I had an argument with my boyfriend. But, in a short time span, all confusions were cleared and we were "Together" again. :)

Dreams dreamt their life away,
The sun never woke them up…
The nights were too long,
Still, this journey continues to be a painful song…
Then , why is the time confusing me again…?

I only played a love game;
Consequence- my heart keeps on tolerating
the undesirable defame…
why no questions were being asked…
I know, I won & you lost;
Then, why is the vanquished defeating me again…?

If you are the god of small things…
& me, the wind that swings…
Stories of the past, of the frozen domain;
Have become unforgettable memoirs…
My pages are burnt, smoked in the air…
Now the ashes just remain;
Then who is mysteriously,
Reading me again…?

Lost in the darkness of everlasting pain,
Counting the number of tears,
making an invaluable gain….
If white is where black ends…
Till your love for me becomes intense;
Then the history is, I guess…
Repeating me again…!

Signs of life are intriguing death,
Secrets of my heart are waiting to be read…
A truth- “I still see your way!”
My eyes cry… please don’t be away…!
Your silence is definitely
killing me again…!

My intuition is my strength,
It is not roped…
A space in my heart,
is still occupied by a hope…
I am aware, there is a clear sky after a rainy day…
Nature will surely dawn a brand new day;
Flowers again bloom up after a famine…
I will again experience a bright sun shine;
I know my dear- “ you will be mine…!”
My Love says, “ YOU WILL BE LOVING ME AGAIN…!!!”

Disclaimer: 

* Author of this post reserves rights for the content source being original work of art. Please do not copy without permission. ©Jyotika Rajput Mehra

* This poetic work of art is purely based on the author’s feelings and perception.