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Why do things matter even when we decide they wont affect us??

I had a history of working late and working more than I could. That explains the 10 minute lunch breaks, skipped snacks, the multiplying kilos and added inches. But when such works goes unnoticed and unappreciated, really doesn't make you feel good.Strangely enough, I have no appraisal and no promotion, when I have worked as smart as I could and as hard as my mind and body permitted. And I know that its way better than most of the others. And no, I am not comparing..
         Its like that story of 3 kids. When they were given some work to do and they did it wrong - Kid A's teacher tells her the mistake and helps her correct it, Kid B's teacher just tells her that something is wrong and the kid tries working on it . As for the kid C , the teacher just makes a big red mark on her book and also gets angry. As time treads, kid A learns under the teacher's guidance and becomes a bright student, kid B is a mediocre one while C is just like she was... So, if you d…

Why??

Its not strange for me to get really angry on someone for doing something. I may even drop a couple of my precious tears in my sorrow. But the next thing I know, I am with them, doing things they like. Why? I dont understand...


        Why do I have to be like this? I know this harms me more than anything else. People have their own way, if they wish they talk else they dont, if they wish they meet me,call me, message me else they dont bother, then why cant I follow suit? Why am I like concerned about anybody and everybody? Why does everyone have to have a place in my heart???

Fed up of myself for this "angelic" attitude of mine...

Mirror mirror on the wall which is the dirtiest of them all LOLZ :P

Gone are the times when the magical mirror searched for the fairest face. Time for a change!!


          I could almost vomit when I entered the washroom @ Barista.. I mean you sell a cup of coffee at the cost of half kg coffee powder (though I entirely love the taste, so nothing bad about that), so why cant you keep the washroom's clean. I mean, such places are supposed to be clean right?

        And please, none of the other esteemed stores are behind. Be it McDonalds or CCD, the washrooms are aweful. So when you say that "A lot happens over coffee" and we people love spending so much of our time there, why not keep the washroom's clean? Why in a rat race for the magical mirror to select you as the dirtiest of the lot??

The dreary pimple.. yuck

It was like one of those weary Monday mornings. As I got up and straightened my hair and put on my jogging shoes, something in the mirror made me worry. As I put on the lights and stepped in front of the mirror, the terror gripped me. There it was , shining in the meagre sun light gushing in my room. OMG, I had a pimple :(


          Having a history of clear skin with really very very less pimples through out my adoloscence, this sight dint really look good to my eyes. Each time I glanced at my right eyebrow, the pimple stood there nice and strong. Strange, you dont get them when you are a teenager and you get them now, when you are almost near your silver jubilee ...

Hope I dont impatiently ooze out the pus and blood.. ewwwww.. Sad start to a sadder monday morning...

Yet another evening!!

May 21 6:30 pm : The urge to get up from office increases by leaps and bounds. The incomplete work mocks me. I force myself some more. The time runs fast. 6:45 pm : Enough of work , I tell myself. Ctrl+Alt+Delete. BBye work!! Cya tomorrow. Have been dying for a cuppa coffee since morning. Barista coupons from free recharge, so hello barista, bbye to good old friends CCD for today. Walk and walk, traffic, pollution, I curse the one way, can’t take an auto. Barista brings a smile. Hot cappuccino with 1 and ½ pouch of brown sugar – just right!! And how can I forget the music player singing all time classics. Relieved senses, happy me J Time to leave. I pray, God send me a rick soon please. Ok, I get one. Thank you God.45 minutes and I am still on my way. Hate the traffic. As if he heard my mind talk, the auto driver nearly misses a Scorpio and almost bumps into an active as he tries to speed up. I cover my face with my hands. What if I die here in this auto I think. Time to write my will (no…

Born Lippy

The Mumbai moisture did little to moisten my over dry lips. As I opened my purse for the nth time to search for my lip balm. I cursed my choice of the purse, I mean why buy a purse with a single pocket. So difficult to search for things. After sulking at the thought and forcing out my sanitizer, scarf and wallet, I had my hands on my balm. Her highness – my raspberry lip balm ( Name :- Born Lippy Production house :- The Body Shop)lay peacefully in the purse. It is one of the most amazing lip balms. So all you beautiful gals , if you like a rich raspberry aroma lip balm which is delicious at the same time, this is your thing. Leaves a very mild pink shade on the lips and moisturizes them at the same time. So for all single gals, put it on and shout out loud, “Why should boys have all the fun!” . And for the not-single gals, treat for your partners :P As I opened the box, the rich aroma filled the car. As the gals dabbed on some lip balm, the guys had their senses tickling. Curious lads, …

Untitled

As a kid, I was always fascinated by clean books and neat handwriting. Dad’s business books were all well maintained, nice with bullet points, underlines, bold fonts. Mom’s handwriting was enough for her to pass in any exam without the contents even being read. So when I got my books, I wanted them to be as good as Dad’s and Mum’s. But with the elephants and horses I have for my handwriting and the slow hand, I usually ended up scribbling in my notebooks. Mum was astonished to see various font sizes, styles and decoration on a single page. When I crossed all extremes and wrote illegible stuff, I was allowed to tear that page and re-write and this time it turned out to be beautiful. Hope it was in the same fashion for life. Tear the unwanted, dirty, sorrowful pages and write beautiful and happy memories on them. But alas!!

Generation gap!

Mrs. Mommy was fuming when I reached home post a tiring weekday at office. Back from her evening walk, her otherwise cool temper was lost. I knew there was little I could do and so started thinking if I was the culprit behind it. Thankfully, I wasn’t… And so she started, how can girls smoke, school girls who you’d expect playing badminton and cycling with their candies are smoking. I told mum, there was nothing unusual about this. It was a common thing in this wide world. Not that I approved of it, not that my approval mattered. The teacher inside her spoke that kids need to be regulated. The discussion started from smoking and moved on to drinking and then PDA. I tried calming her down giving the art-of-the-fact reasons like people consider drinking and smoking as style statements etc. I was quiet when we spoke PDA coz according to me, it is a person’s personal choice. Nothing I said made sense to Mrs.Mommy.So she ruled it out as “Generation gap” As I went inside for my much-awaited sh…

Earthworm abundance

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It all started with a small creepy slimy brown earthworm kiddie crawling my bathroom wall one morning. I gently used the broom to put it away. But such was its revenge that the next couple of days saw the entire clan of Mr.Worm enter my bathroom. What began with a tiny creature soon multiplies into its nuclear family, then to its joint family and now the entire clan. As every morning, I enter the washroom to have a bath, Mr.Worm and family waste ten of my precious minutes to carefully sweep them away before I open my luxurious body wash. Not strange if in a couple of days, you read my post on “Earthworms on sale” :P

People

a.The Om chanter Before my 5:45 am alarm starts irritating me, he calls up to God. As if talking on some remote STD connection like we did in those days of landline phones, when shouting out loud was a necessity for people to hear you, he chants the oh so charming “Ommmmmmmmmmmm..” The only difference being he sounds as if calling God by His name, angry that his mum woke him up so early. He seems to awaken God from his sleep... How can God sleep, if I can’t? I have never seen him but he sounds in his pre-teens has that shrieking voice which wakes me with a startle. Though it’s been a couple of months of his revenge on God, but every morning he still startles me! So, that’s my “Om chanter” friend for you people. Do not know his name, must have seen him sometime when I return from office and see the kids playing... Cannot make out which one is the “ONE” Thanks for being my alarm clock! b.The guy next door Pune has seen many rickshaw strikes for a couple of months now, first the insurance is…

Good bye size 0 , welcome curves!!

As I push myself for yet another km on the tread mill, the sweat trickling down my forehead, I swear not to eat those yummy doughnuts again( or wait not over eat them , can’t stop eating them), to crunch less on the French fries.. Alas, even if I do all this , reducing the existing extra kilos and inches looks like climbing the Mount Everest to me *sad* As I browse the newspaper, I read the new mantra – Good bye size 0, welcome curves!! Makes me feel good , so Friday evening can be enjoyed with another choco – filled chocolate doughnut. After all I should follow the trend.. :P But then again as I stand in front of the mirror the flab mocks me.. With the fluctuating current in my nervous system on whether or not to eat doughnuts(Typical Libran mentality , cannot take a decision so soon!!) I get up and gulp down a glass of warm water with a dash of lime juice. Even though the world welcomes curves, I know I need to slim.. Why is it such a Herculean task God? SOS *sob*

Of Puma’s and poop pickers…

You wear stylish puma shorts with equally high priced shirts and with pride take your dear dog to a morning walk. Shooing the other street dogs on the way , you enjoy your stroll. The sweeper is cleaning the road, the dust raising from the broom is allergic to your nose and for your lovely pet (I love pets, the sarcasm is intended towards you and not your dog) You give me a glad smile with a big good morning wish; we’ve been seeing each other regularly during our morning walks. Then just in middle of nowhere (or wait in the middle of the wide clean street) you let your dog poop. You are still smiling at me until the poor pet finishes the ordeal, trying to strike a conversation. Another vain try and then you move with pride back home. The task for the day is done and the poop lies right in the center of the road. I decipher your looks, you look educated. Maybe like one of us IT professional, looking for an onsite opportunity, thinking of the appraisal, blabbering about India not being cl…

And another day

Clock strikes 6. I want to get up. The extra kilos and inches don’t really work well with me. Do not feel like looking at the mirror. Wear my tee and tracks and start my morning walk.. I enjoy every minute of my walk.. Those 30 minutes freshen me up like nothing else.. 30 minutes of uninterrupted me time, which also means I have 30 minutes of uninterrupted music to hear too. As I pass the Shiv temple with Taylor Swift singing “Our song” ,a smile comes to my face. The weather is awesome, the sun shining but still not very bright, the greenery, the songs - everything makes me happy. I make mind notes of what to wear to office, of what to blog (blah blah blah) about of what to cook for breakfast, of how will the extra kilos and inches melt down my body .Me, my playlist and my dreams make a killer combination. Climbing down the stairs post office, I long for fresh air. When the air makes my hair sway and takes away all the tension and sufferings of office, feels like heaven. I reach home t…

25th Anniversary

It’s my family tradition to celebrate silver anniversaries. Therefore, when it was time for the first silver anniversary in our family, everybody was very excited. We shopped, cooked and had a merry time. The ladies in the house dressed in all their grandeur and all the gentleman with their scotch glasses - perfect family bonding time. My Dad and I, as the enthusiasts we are, were planning mum-dad’s anniversary before they had completed even 20 years of their beautiful relation. We had decided on a menu. I had made a futile request – that if I’d be earning we’d celebrate the D-day together, only four of us.. Little did I know that we’d really have to spend it alone.. Nonetheless, here’s a record of the events of the day ,I promised Dad I’d make it wonderful for mum(hope I did!!) After a secret sneak in my house to hide the gifts in my roommate’s room, Mum, my brother and me had a silent dinner. Such are the difficult times that considering each other, you can neither smile nor cry (*so…

How expectations hurt!

It was raining. Like any other girl, she wished he were with her. He was a busy man. No doubt, his big paycheck secured her a promising future. But what about the present? She so much wanted him to be with her, take her is his warm arms, sipping coffee or just get drenched in the rain. She called him. He was too busy to receive. After an hour her cell beeped, “Busy darling.TTYL” Her mind knew the message, but her heart wanted it to be something else. She made herself the special coffee (which he adored and loved once upon a time), picked up her favorite novel and sat in the balcony, still wanting to be with him. He called her when he was done with his work. He was too tired to drive. He knew (and so did she) that she wouldn’t insist on meeting. So, in her little heart with the sunlight died this small expectation of hers to be with him. An incomplete story, a very usual one too … We have so many expectations. Thought we may sometimes decide we wouldn’t expect but in the end, we do star…

Of presumptions, assumptions and jumped to conclusions

How impatient can we be! Without knowing anything, we just assume, presume and conclude, not in the entire world bothering to know what the truth is, not giving a chance for people to clarify themselves. I told you I loved you and only you, but you had a mindset ready. With your calculations that already proved me guilty, all you could then do was to conclude that we were not supposed to be together. I know such tiffs happen. I know about trials and tribulations but doesn’t mean you can do whatever you wish whenever you wish. This happens so very often, with parents, friends, colleagues, partners. So people next time before you presume something, ask them. Before you assume stupid things in your mind, get them clarified and before you jump to those dumb and irrelevant conclusions, think if what you have concluded is really going to help you and your relationship with them. If it is not going to, time to step back – can’t risk a relationship of a lifetime for your mind games, can you?

My green apple soda

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What tires me on post office evenings is not only the work but also the monotony. The same “get up early” mornings, get ready, to-office, same cube, same work.. Yuck (feels like gulping bitter gourd juice) *sigh* Monotony can kill! Then comes to my rescue – Green apple soda @ CCD. A drink, I can drink any time of the day. It refreshes my senses – not only my taste buds but also my eyes. It is such a pleasure (and one of my favorite past times) to watch the green syrup mix quietly and silently with the water. Each time I stir the straw, the green syrup forms a ring in the water. Stir fast and looks like a whirlpool in the green soda glass. As the syrup mixes with the water and converts into a light green shade with that rich apple taste, I think of life and problems. Just like the syrup, we dissolve in our everyday lives leaving our mark. If we don’t leave a mark, then we defy the purpose of our very being As I sip my drink and slowly watch the ice cubes melt, it gives me immense happine…

My powerpuff gals!!

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McDonalds always wooed me. Born and brought up in a small town, all I knew was that it sold burgers with awesomely symmetrical french fries with free toys. So when my elder cousins shifted to Pune, they knew how to tickle my temptation buds!! And so they did.. I wanted to come to Pune for McDonalds and pizza hut and sizzlers.. When I finally started doing my engineering from Pune, Mcdonalds was the ‘by default’ choice. Who else sold yummy, tummy filling snacks at 20 bucks. A toy lover from childhood, I always wanted the “happy meals”. Apt name , it always made me happy. So , my fortnight visits to Mcd’s were reduced to once in two months so I could get the happy meal instead of the value 20 bucks snacks. Among a host of other toys, I have a pair of powerpuff gals – Bubbles and Buttercup. Couldn’t get Blossoms though *sad* . Anyways so my powerpuff gal toys who are made of sugar,spice and everything nice.. are my cube decorations.

Bubbles in the cute bubbly blue coloured doll who has thi…

My gold fishes and my parrots and my buffers and guppies ofcourse(how can I forget!!)

“Chocolate limejuice icecream toffeeyaan, Pehle jaise ab mere shauk kahan, Gudiya khilone meri saheliyaan, Ab mujhe lagti hain saari paheliyaan!!” Sang Madhuri while getting ready to go visit her sister in Hum aapke hain kaun. She had a cute room with a glass bowl with 2 gold fishes. Each time I saw the song, I wanted to buy a bowl for myself. Looked like the standard “must-have” for any girl ( though I entirely disagree with the song , I’d still preder chocolates, limejuice , icecream, toffee and my dolls) So when I could finally , we bought home a small glass pond with a pair of gold fishes. They were cute.. very beautiful. I loved their fins and eyes and ofcourse their colour!! Next followed a session of giving them names. Felt at peace with myself looking at them, not to mention they allowed me to mentally check one of the items from my check-list After the fishes, followed small pebbles, plastic plants,entertainment stuff for my fishes and the pond was full.After their first summers w…

Daffy

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I have always been skirmish to the sense of touch with pets.Born in a home where everybody loved pets , it was very difficult. As history goes, we had dogs and cats and fishes and rabbits and hens and birdies.. Dad loves them and I am afraid of them. I don’t know how it would be to touch a dog ( gives me goose bumps) and the thought of touching fishes , their slimy little bodies sounds night marish to me.. (more goose bumps!!) But then she came in my life. Don’t know if I should call her God’s gift or a brat, but none the less she changed my life, she changed me as a person. Still remember seeing 6 labrador puppies playing in a kennel and this cutiepie of mine , lazy as she was (till the time I brought her home) was yawning in a corner, not interested in the rest of them. Her highness dint bother to respond when we chuckled and called baby names to the puppies.When I finally saved money enough to buy a puppy, she was the only one available , rest were all sold. And then I bought her. I…

The ride back home…

Come Tuesday and life starts becoming boring already. My status and mood changes to “Waiting for the weekend” *sigh* So when, we decided to go out for dinner, I felt good.After a nice dinner was the “drop-me-home” time. And it was worth the ride.. “ye hai wagon-r ki sawaari” I wanted to shout out loud.. With the windows down and the music player singing my favourites – breathless by Shankar Mahadevan, Atif’s all time hits,Boom boom boom para from Aisha and a lot more, I was completely relaxed. The soft breeze blew my hair all over my face forming a mosaic. The road wasn’t crowded. People I love to my company, lovely songs and the romantic atmosphere put me to an ease I cant explain. Dint want the ride to end.. Away from the hustle bustle, away from the dirty cheap politics, the fake smiles, the rude gestures, here I was in a world of my own.. Felt like humming the songs for once after such a long time.. Loved the ride, Thanks !!

Memories – The vanishing act

This follows the story of the lost stamp.. When mum scolded me and returned the cherry blossom stamp to bhaiya without asking me, I was way too angry. My anger takes away my hunger. So with nothing to do, my devil’s workshop started working. It was summer. We have these huge drums where in we store wheat. So after cleaning , washing and sun drying, the wheat is filled in the drums. One of the drums was empty, I entered into the drum and pulled the cover. It was lunch time, mum started calling all kids. When she couldn’t find me with the rest of the gang, she looked for me in my room.. but did not find me. With the doors closed , she knew I wouldn’t be inside but where was the question!! I was too angry to either respond to mum or my cousins searching me or even come out from the drum. So finally, mum was afraid. It was time for Dad to come home for lunch. Dad blew the horn of his scooter ( he drove the classy Bajaj Chetak) in a particular pattern for us to know he has come home. Tha…

Memories – The story of the lost stamp

Summer holidays, we really dint have much to do. Dad had this huge stamp and coin collection. So did my elder cousin. So when he started exchanging his repetitive coins and stamps for new ones from his friends, I wanted to follow suit. I took Dad’s collection, arranging the stamps into a photo album and coins into my pouch and went to bhaiyato flaunt my skills at the barter system. I asked him if he could exchange some of his repetitive coins and stamps with my repetitive ones, so we could have distinct ones in our collection. Bhaiya agreed. There was this particular stamp, square shaped with cherry blossoms which I loved.Bhaiya also had it.After our barter exchange, I came back happy seeing the new additions. In some time bhaiya also came, he asked me for the cherry blossom stamp. I clarified that it was mine. But he refused. We approached mum. As usual,mum busy with her chores scolded me and handed the stamp to bhaiya. I was baffled, insulted and very angry. She dint even let me pro…

Appraisals – Is it about appreciating work or personal barriers ?

Aren’t appraisals meant to appreciate you for the work you have put in. Aren’t they supposed to be telling you where you stand, what you are capable of doing and where you lack. They why is it that , appraisal times reduce to managers taking out their personal anger on employees? I had this real tough previous year, where in I toiled hard and I know I did. I cant fool myself, I know how much efforts I had put in butall it took for my manager was to write “As Expected” everywhere and then give me a bad C band(A being the best). He had cited examples where he thought I had gone wrong, written that I cant create test documents, cant do integration testing (well!! I am not a tester. I am a developer, was I expected to do this??)When you don’t find issues with the code I have written, then you write such futile things to pull be down. What was also compiled in my performance diary was that I take phone calls at my desk, now which rules says we cant and for that instance I don’t remember t…

Its really hard to be roommates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs

It was a problem for me adjusting since the day I had shifted in. But as always I wanted to fight this and not give in.So, I kept up with her throwing clothes on my bed, using my things without informing me, wearing my favorite flip-flops when she had hers. What started bugging me was her nagging attitude – waking me up as she wasn’t sleepy, pulling me for a movie as she wanted to see it.. But it was fine as even I was free and dint have much work to do on weekends. What bothered me was the way she lived. Dirty clothes, dirty kitchen each time she cooked or even served cooked food in her plate, spilt milk each time she had tea, mummified vegetables and fruits in the fridge calling out to be thrown, over full garbage bags, soiled socks, dirty bathroom when she had a bath… yuck L Tried cleaning initially but that gave her more wings, she knew I’d be there to fold her clothes she gladly spread all over our room and the hall, clean the kitchen and bath before I used them. But when it cam…

Of anger and tears and poppins

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I was in the 1st standard. Still remember the day when Rita Miss(my cute class teacher) was interrupted by the school peon and I was called outside the class. I was aghast.. did I do something wrong? When I finally stepped out, saw my mum.. Dressed in a beautiful pink Punjabi suit , her lips painted mud brown, hermaroon hair flowing gently against her fair skin (My mum looks beautiful, though now age seems to show its lines and wrinkles) She was the definition of the most perfect mum. I was so proud to see her, you know the kinds kid become happy when their beautiful mommy comes and meets them in front of all people and talks this sugary sweet words. So there stood mum. When I came out of the class, she rushed to me ,hugged me and filled my skirt pocket with poppins (I loved them and I still do!! Especially the orange flavor) She said sorry My brother is just 2 years younger to me.With this huge joint family of mine, mum had a hard time cooking, dressing me up for schooland looking aft…

Cindy

Down the memory lane...

Cindy is the cutest of my friends. I don’t speak a word and she understands, I cry and she gives me that understanding look, I am happy and she smiles with me.. Once upon a time we were of the same height, I dressed her up in the best of my clothes. But now times have changed, she is the same she was; but I have grown up.. She still stands beautiful in her green vest, pink jacket , black denims and white ballerinas, her golden hair fluttering with the wind, the butterfly brooch which I had gifted her on her birthday still stays on her jacket, her perfume still reminds me of my days with her.. My brother and I were always fond of buying toys from “sales”. There were a huge variety to choose from . So once when mum had gone to meet her mum, Dad took us to this sale(Wrong decision!! He must have thought later) and as usual after around an hour of rigorous search, my brother and I selected out toys. I chose a cute Barbie doll(which read “Barbee” :P) and brother cho…

Friends!!

You get then in all variants and sizes, all shades ans hues,all sizes and shapes. Each one of them variably different than the other.. But you love them however they are.. for who ever they are.. without expectations .. This is for all my friends. You make me feel special and I think I do too!! A big thanks to all of you for being there and hope we'd be together for all the years to come. A special thanks to some of my special friends :-
 My radio friend - We started hanging together beacause of our love of music.. The only thing we talk about usually is the radio channel to hear too. And we absolutely love it. Whenever one of us is not around, the other feels lost selecting channels. We have our opinions of songs we love and songs we don't, our disagreements if more than one good song is being played on the different channels and our coffee breaks when none of the channels are playing good songs!! What ever be the song, we have a great frequency match when it comes to music…

Diamonds

A girl's best friend and a woman's most prized possession (or so they say!!)

        Had an amazing time purchasing a pendant for mum. Wow, the glitterati looks amazing. Makes you feel loved. Checked out designs at Central, Orra and a couple of other stores. Gilli has some very beautiful pendants and earrings to offer. The cost was too high though!! Some of the designs were so delicate that actually had to strain my eyes to look at them properly. But the best part was they were diamonds, and they looked amazingly too good. I loved the feel when I touched them, loved myself when I tried them.
            "Remember the advertisement in which a mother takes her daughter to the store. She tries the bridal collection and is tempted to marry.. so true!! :P"

Finally, bought a cygnus pendant.. Hope mum likes it :)

P.S. Brands like Gili , Cygnus and Gitanjali have nice 20% discounts, so all you beautiful ladies... time to shop!!

When relations change..

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She din't know him. He had just seen her.There was nothing in common, nothing they knew about each other.But life has plans they had unplanned for.Starting with general hi's and hello's to small coffee conversations, things change.Friendship blossoms.And before they know, they become best friends.No unwept tears, coz they always had a shoulder to lean on.No surpressed smiles, coz they knew there would be eyes waiting to see them smile.And then starts the season of coffees and conversations over coffees !! Icecreams,brunches,movies follow. He and she are inseparable.. but till its friendship.Then the relation changes. Why did it have to change? And even though if it had to change for the good, why is it so difficult to share all what was so easy for them earlier. Why are tears shred alone, why are smiles so fake.. why is life so dull? Change is the way of life but why in a completely wrong sense.Why don't the differences between "him" and "her" s…

May 7, 2012 3:41 am

3:41 am         Seemingly different but not strange, I have not been able to sleep yet.. Continuous facebook logins have not made a difference as there is no one online. Hollowness is filling inside. One of those days when sleep just doesn’t come however much I try.. In the palace of illusions, Draupadi is caught between her strange untamed love for Karna and her rightful duty as a wife.. Feeling one with her. Such a true and confusing feeling!! They say or so I have read that everything is planned. God has already written down everything. We are just puppets dancing to His tunes. Why is life so confusing, it is actually a palace of illusions, don’t know if the doors and windows I see would actually set me free or are just dead ends or paths leading to wrong endings. Strange , if there is a path already written for me, better I get to know it before I do things strange enough for me to handle.. 3:47 am         Want to sleep, cannot sleep. The window is open, the birds are chirpi…

The Champagne bottle!!

Whoosh and the cork flew..the champagne came popping out. Everybody raised a toast. She stood alone, right between the crowd but all alone. The food, the drinks, the ambience brought back memories of good old times. She was living a life so much not her own.. The soothing breeze, the cold sand put her into deep thought. The wild ocean beckoned her to give up or was it just her thoughts! Lost and confused, memories started playing with her. Her home, the shop, the laughter, those ice creams, 12 o’ clock celebrations and then the tragic end to a happy family. Her tears started taking a toll over her already moist eyes. Leaving everyone behind, she ran to her room. And her champagne bottle of tears opened....

Thro' His Eyes..

As I stood in the crowd I cursed myself. IT makes weekends dearer than anything and everything. And here I was standing amidst the crowd like a fool, trying to find a place to rest my aching body.. but in vain. And then His chariot arrived. As I looked into His eyes, I felt a sudden calm, a sudden peace. As I gazed deeper I could feel Him speak a thousand words. We were so far but I felt one with Him. His magic was all over me putting me into a trance.. I remembered the Sufi dancers. As the procession moved on something in me wanted to stop it and gaze into those beautiful eyes for an eternity. My world seemed to have come to a standstill. Quietly without a word He gave me all the answers. Didn’t feel like blinking. And suddenly the world looked oh so beautiful, I had just seen the world through His eyes.. And then my heart with pleasure filled and danced to the trance.. Ganesh Visarjan 2010

Happy Mother’s Day

To all those beautiful women out there.. happy mother’s day!! You are by far God’s most beautiful and astonishing creation. Those nine months of pain and happiness , I salute all the MOTHERS.. Love you all.. Love you mum!! Motherhood completes a lady.. Make your mother feel special if you are with her and if you are not then give her a call and wish her.. And if you read this post Mother’s day, don’t worry every day is a celebration , so wish your mum today and tell her how much you love her.. And that she is the most beautiful lady in your life !! And this one is for my Mum, Mum , I love you.. I miss you. Though at times we have our misunderstandings and fights, but I so much love you. Thanks for tolerating my mood swings and still being with me through out.. I adore your strength.. For being my friend, my guide, my “phone – a - friend” life saver always.. Love you.. Happy Mother’s day!!