Daffodil moments

A poem by William Wordsworth...

"I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils."

You must be wondering what a good old poem is doing on my blog. It has had a very profound impact on me since my childhood. For one, I never understood why someone would be in a "vacant or pensive mood". I do now! The scourges of growing up you may call it. We had this poem as a part of our school lessons. English subject to be precise.

Gradually then, I started to experience what may have triggered the poet to write this lovely poem. Since then, I have coined all the great moments of my life as "Daffodil moments". A few examples of my Daffodil moments: While in school, I participate in singing and acting and got applauded for great performance, I once had a stalker, and my dad chose to trust me vs being mad at me for having a guy stalk me (sounds odd, but most parents do blame their children when they feel helpless); when my mom took such great care of me while I was terribly sick, when my granny chose to name her grandson - he was born 10 years after she passed away and my cousin did name him Aditya Kashyap! When my music teacher decided to take us to Birla mandir for singing, the feeling of sitting int he marble temple with an audience...

Each of these moments has touched my heart so deep, that whenever these come to my mind, they fill my heart with great joy. As we grow older, I am sure many such great moments get added into our little memory basket like each lovely daffodil on the vast field in WW's poem.

Most of my daffodil moments when I look back, are the experiences that touch the heart.So my friends, go all out and let your memory baskets fill with great Daffodil moments, that can keep you going in any adversity! After all reality is that we are in an age and time of survival of the fittest, and indeed there are some things that money cant buy... but for everything else there's Mastercard - and to pay your bills, you need to slog. That's the harsh reality!