thank you :)

this is a thankyou.
For coming to my life,
For making memories,
For always being there.
I've had many friends,
although few this special.
But there was never ever
any competition.
It isn't the secrets we share
but the way we care,
That holds us dear.
I know it isn't easy to trust,
to let go,
but we are only insecure with
people we do not know.
I can tell u my fears
with no second thought.
Coz u always make me feel better,
You always help me out.
It sometimes is so bad,
that the world
just doesn't understand.
Thankyoufor being there.
I know i can come to you whenever
I need youYou left me alone
when I needed the space
When I spoke,
You listened to me.
Not just pretended to hear,
like the others.
There were fights along the way,
not many though.
Coz we both know life is too good
The goofy way we spend our time,
I loved every second of it-
the sleep overs,
the comic book recipes,
the pillow fights,
the phone calls were fun.
I hope you realize
how much you're worth.
You mean so much to me.
"Idiot, I missed you,
You will be so dead
If u don't come over tomorrow
I have so much crap to share"
You know these words mean the same.
I dream of a day,
Many years down the line,
When we grow old,
When we do lame(it wil be cool then)things together.
Like complain in depth
about our joint aches
weird stuff like that(I can't guess right now)The memories will keep us together
Till the endNo doubt.I don't know what the future holds
if we wil stay together or not
How stuff will turn out.But whatever happens
Just remember
this good old friend of yours.
I will be there for youForever
and ever more.

unfair!!

The worst thing about guys and career options is that there are always too many good ones to choose from, and ones which appeal to you the most are the least attractive to your parents!!

Life is unfair to me, or I guess I am unfair to life. Most of the times I don’t know what I want, and at those times life gives me pleasant surprises and everything makes me happy. And when I know what I want, I might get things but they don’t make me/everyone happy, and I end up letting go of those very things I once wanted the most!

i read these lines somewhere ..and these words gave me support !!!
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

i cry!!!!!

Every time I'm left alone I cry. I've become a cry-baby.
I guess I'm kinda glad it hasn't become a daily thing, but that's only cause I'm not alone everyday. A distraction is good, it's necessary. And the worst part is: time won't heal it.. it's the fact that, as time passes by, I'm going to feel like crying even more.
And it's not like I'm sad, it's just that I miss too many things: I miss people, I miss objects, I miss foods, I miss sounds, I miss feelings, I miss.. the little things and the big things.
It's like the worst feeling in the world, the missing will never stop.. unless it's replaced by something new.
What is the opposite of two?

A lonely me, a lonely you. ~Richard Wilbur

bluff life!!

this post is dedicated to a very special friend...don't knw if she needs it or not...but it is something i really want her to know!this one comes straight from the heart...just for her!
i love to watch movies....n bluffmaster is one of my favourites....n many a times ive seen the whole movie over n over just for one particular scene...which goes like this...abhishek bachchan(roy in d movie) gets to know that hez gonna die in another 3 months by his doctor-boman irani...he is shaken...for obvious reasons!
boman tells him a few things...which apart from givin abhishek a lesson in d movie...taught me a lesson of a lifetime too!dis is wat it was...
boman- "roy tumhe pata hai jab main chota tha...mere babuji mujhe cycle chalana sikhate the....wo cycle ko peeche se pakadte the aur mujhe bolte the chala beta....main bolta tha nahin babuji....main gir jaunga...wo bolte nahin beta tu chala...maine tujhe pakda hua hai...aur main chalta gaya...aur thodi der baad maine peeche mud kar dekha...to babuji nahin the....wo dur khade haath hila rahe the...aur roy main cycle chalana seekh gaya tha!!aaj meri ek beti hai....aur maine bhi use isi tarah cycle chalana sikhaya tha...wo bolti rahi...papa mat chodna aur main bolta raha haan beta....tu chala maine tujhe pakda hua hai....main bhagta raha aur ekdum se maine use chod dia....wo fir bhi chalati gai...aur jab usne mud k dekha...main door khada hath hila raha tha...wo cycle chalana seekh gai thi roy!!
mujhe wo sab din yaad hain....meri degree ka din...meri pehli naukri....meri pehli salary....jab meri shadi hui....jis din meri beti paida hui...shez d most prettiest grl on earth roy....jab usne pehli baar mujhe papa keh kar pukara...uska school ka pehla din....college ka pehla din....yahi sab din the jo meri zindagi ko zindagi banate hain!roy tum batao...tumhari umar kitni hai?
abhishek: " 30 saal doc"
boman: "30 saal me aise kitne din the jo tumhari zindagi ko zindagi banate hain??wo school ka pehla din...coll ka pehla din...tumhari pehli girlfriend...ur first kiss....jab tumhe pehli baar pyar hua....tumhari pehli naukri....pehli salary.....batao roy aise kitne din the??10...20...30!30 saal ki zindagi me bas 30 din!!!wahi 30 din tumhari zindagi ko zindagi banate hain!aur ab tumhare paas 90 din bache hain....tum chaho to inhe rote rote guzaar sakte ho....ya fir in 90 dino mein...tum 3 zindagian ji sakte ho!!"

isn't it awesome....made me want to live a 100 lives in one!u too can bluff life...cheat on it....by still livin it to d fullest...even if it din't giv u much to dance about!u can mould it d way u want to!n i hope you will!

.........

i was scanning my college days photographs ......i started recalling my initial days of college .first year of engineering. life was so different at that time . memories of ragging, engineering drawing ,civil practicals,group task,hostel life ,bad food ,new friends,crushes,at the same time there was something which i dont want to recall and once the college gets over i was happy that somethings will come to an end
this blog is about a friend of mine ...who has been one of my good friends then changed to be the best friend of mine, then eventually into a not so very good pal and finally ending with a very bad note.Yes, my once best friend turned foe in these four years . Thats what has been my college life. no matter how much I tried covering up. this was the truth that we are not friends now and what left between us is the silence.
i was happy that there wont be anymore confrontations, no more uncomfortable glares, no more negative vibes. It has finally come to an end. I wonder how in such a short span of time, a good friendship can brittle into insignificant pieces of distrust and hate. I wonder how two people, who at one point of time were the best they could understand each other suddenly turn the worst enemies one can deal with. is this so called friendship a farce?
No. and Im pretty confident about it since I have people, who have stood against me through thick and thin. then what is it that almost blurred my college life.

I realised that may be this is what we call as living alternate lives. May be my sour friendship was ment to be sour no matter how much I try and safegaurd it. Certainly at that time i was incapable of judging whats good and whats bad for me, but what I do feel as years passby that they defintly have the capability to mend broken relations. which I badly failed. All those unanswered questions still remain unanswered. because at no condition neither he nor I would be in a condition to reason them. in that way guess goodbye is the only way sometimes!

It has been long that Iv dreamt, how good it would have been if we could still pull each others leg and joke about each others tantrums, how good it would have been if still we could have argued over nonsensical discussions regarding why girls are better than boys, how good it wud have been if we both cud have had that anti soda and discussing life, how good it wud have been if we both cud have just talked!
As said somethings are better left forgotten, I hope someday I would fathom what is that one mistake that bridge two people so far that they never can face each other. so that in future I would never leave myself with unanswered questions. so that I would never lose on all those who someday meant to me more than anything.

All those memories of us together ....... are just memories. and how I still wonder that whether I should cherish that golden past or live this hurt felt present!

" hope you reach for the stars" we scribbled on to some piece of paper when we both were best of buddies.

As yesterday, even today I hope the same for him.

in the loop

Ever since i became weird i remember i kept on entangling myself in "the loop".
the question is why?
and the answer is more simpler..
Iv been trying to get everything and anything that life offered me....nd my desires knew no bounds.
one after the other i kept on getting deeper and deeper inside "the loop"

sometimes letting people know that Im not actually what they think of me...

Sometimes holding on to past so badly that few special moments which "every sane person" would call special, dont fly by..

Sometimes just waiting to happen something good....

and one after the other i got deeper n deeper n deeper.

And now after whole 5 years I have an opinion about this feeling which im sure many share...

Cut the Loop, Break Free!

Stop waiting for life to happen, make life happen.
Stop wait to let people understand, Give a Damn.
Stop living the "past", live the "present".

In short know that to "you", till you die, "you" will remain the most important person to yourself. with ofcourse exception to all those people you refer as "close"

A Loop has no end, One has to cut the chord and live beyond boundaries.



Choose, before others leave no option for you!

memories......

am feeling slightly blue this morning. missing a friend of mine who's gone away to, well, a 'place of no return'. hehehe. by that i mean the big U.S. of A. most people are lying when they say that they'll come back from the US. because most people can't come back from 'the land of opportunity'. especially back to a country like india, where u have to fight for every bit of ur share of ur rights.

this friend was a really good friend of mine. don't know if i can call him one of my closest friends so let's leave it at that, a really good friend. i used to get along so brilliantly with him. he was the person with whom i used to talk about the silliest things in the world. miss all the crazy conversations we used to have. maybe its just me but i got the feeling that he sort of drifted away a little bit right before he left. don't know whether it was concious or..i don't know....it doesn't even matter.

i remember feeling quite disoriented for a period of time right before college. everything was different. things weren't in my control anymore. life was, in a sense, 'spiralling out of control'. that sounds terribly melodramatic, but that was the way i felt then.

i don't feel the same any longer. but things are different. i'm no longer in that coccoon of security i was in a couple of months back. college is screwing me bad(partially my fault coz i'm not studying), and my friends arent with me anymore(i'm talking strictly in the phyiscal sense, that they arent around everyday).

yeah i know i know this is a phase. i'm gonna make friends in collge, i'll get used to studying blah blah blah. but it won't be the same. its like stepping into someone else's life, and starting again from scratch. and that is the part which is the most discomfitting. the fact that my life till two months back will have no connection whatsoever with my new life. and also terribly sad.

these are not just books........mah life

As i was packing my bags for going to hostel...dere were numerous thoughts dat crossed my mind with d speed of light- Friends, home,ti ,poha jalebi.,sgsits, Books, Notes, Collection of Movies, reliance to reliance free calling,cat preparation,test preparation,dance parties ,and d list is just endless..i cn go on n on

Finally i decided to take all my books along...i m a bit posessive about dem...i may never ever read dem again, bt i love my books...yeah dats strange...bt i do.The books i m referring to here were mostly d ones which had seen light only during late nite sessions of study during exam time when dey had to suffer being put in all ackward positions and sometimes i even slept on them.That ws d tym wen i n everyone else wanted to get rid of books asap...waiting despratley for exams to end so dat dey could be bidden farewell and we all could njoy d party!

But realising dat their time is over and i may not need dese books nemore makes me emotional about dem to an extent dat i carry many of them frm indore to nagpur n dats quite an exercise, dat 2 a tough one!!! They remind me of the times wen these particular books had significance...D time i cooked up every excuse to stay away from a particular book or how i could not get a single word wt ws written in it until d last day of d exam or how i managed to complete an assignment...all copy-paste done from d book!
Just as i managed to pack all my books in a big large bag,which was already as heavy as my heart since it was time to finally leave indore....i found one of my notebooks staring at me from behind the pile of books. It was noticible, coz notebooks r the rarer species dese days...All d books and photocopied notes from other books, e-boooks and of course God Google r more noticible and notebooks r becoming extinct...Dere diminishing numbers day by day forced me to grab d one i had just seen, n open it to examine its contents. It was d latest one i had, wid 5th sem engineering on it below my Good name...Nostalgia returned as soon as i saw dose words...memories and more memories...and i thought i dare not open it for d fear of my eyes already feeling wet.

But i m nt much afraid of tears and i allow dem to flow freely. Overcoming d initial reluctance, i opened it. It had five partitions for 5 subjects,200 pages in all. I had tried to take down notes during classes during the initial days of the semster,,, but as d 1st two weeks were coming to an end...dis notebook had turned into a more of a fun resource during boring lectures...All it had was comments about other people's hair styles and dress,some latest gossip tit bits, comments on how boring dis lecture was...dat i could teach better dan wt d lecturer was doing, queries about how much time was left,,,or some imp pieces of info dat had to be delivered to shikha dis very moment coz i could nt wait for d class to end...
Dat unimportant notebook i used during d 5th sem suddenly was something i wanted so badly to take wid me...it had so many strings of memories attached to it...it had taken me back memory lane as soon as i saw d cover page..n wt effect when i flipped through the pages...day to day events were unfolding behind my eyes as i turned the pages...dat sound of flipping the pages was a familiar one...even it had a musical effect to my ears now and to my amusement it was naratting my own story !!!

Finally i managed to squeeze it into my already overloaded bag...and here it is right now,,,,lying on my lap...reminding me of d good ol days...

best friends......

People Always Leave” … “But sometimes they come back”.


I am not sure if they do. We had been best friends for about 10 years. Our relationship was marked by the best of greeting cards and friendship bands on friendship day (I remember she used to keep aside the best one for me :)), unending phone calls talking about just everything possible; regular messages; constant giggles in the classroom; birthday nights and outings spent together. There was probably no reason we could fight over. My thinking matched hers. We were very much similar…sharing the same set of emotional ups and downs. I always thought the phrase ‘Friends For Life’ was meant for us.

That was for 1o years.
Today our relationship is almost lost. Our thoughts and principles do not match. An ego is there between our friendship.No more outings. No more cards. We hardly exchange text messages. And even if we do, they are just the forwarded ones. Once in a while I get these messages from her that leave me wondering if that particular message is intended to make me feel guilty.
"A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out."
I am not sure if I would ever agree with this statement.
Does it mean a friend has to support your moves even when you are going the wrong way?

A friend is one who brings out the best in you, not the one who blindly gives you the nod at everything you do. I dint walk out of her world though. i just want her best but she dont want to understand me...

Despite everything, I still have that soft corner for her and will always have for shez best friend of mine. I just hope it doesn’t turn out to be one of those out of sight, out of mind relationships. i am waiting one day she will come back........................

telepathy ???

Believe in telepathy? I do.
It has worked between my masi and me. When I think of calling her up, I get her call before I can even start to dial the number. Its amusing and nice. The reverse has also happened many times. Only many times.
But there is one person with whom it works out everytime. Let's call him A.
A and I have been friends for 6 years now. Ever since we became friends, I have noticed that I get a call from him everytime my mood is messed up badly.
One tear in my eye and my phone rings. His call. It feels like I'm being watched. He himself has never been the reason for my messed up mood, till we were together that is. We later uh.. had to go our separate ways .......but kept in touch and remained good friends. We kept in touch less often than earlier, obviously, but even then, everytime I was low, that phone call never failed to come.
I've been in my not so happy moods of mine for sometime..This time, I'd have preferred not to get that phone call. But the phone rang, just when I was feeling horribly lonely. It was A. He asked about my health, life (!!!), people in my life (yeah he knows them all), asked me when I was free to meet him. For once, this attempt of his to comfort me was very unwelcome. And I am in no mood to meet him even if it means having good company for a while. My college friends can be good company too. I am not looking for replacements dammit! Uh.. I'm just being wary, ok?
Nevertheless, it remains a mystery. How does he come to know each time that I am low? He did it once when I was all tears after a bad argument with a close friend, when my professor scold me for project , when I once felt like trash,cat exam nd results, makes me all nervous and tensed... uncountable instances when he has sensed me sulking. How? Just how does that happen?

smile.:)

Smooth wide road has beautiful trees along it. Trees with yellow leaves.
Trees planted at equal distances, and it seemed they have grown
all in a symmetry. When you see the road ahead,
through the yellow leaves you see the light blue sky.
It has paths built along the road, for people to walk.
The college is all full of colours. Somewhere with flowers and leaves,
and at places wit vibrant students.
She walks on the path along the road. She walks with firm steps.
A face as charming and fresh as dew drops on petals. But the face
carries an air on it too. Air that is different from the air outside it.Air which defines a new ,
her own world inside it.She carries a backpack and her hair are tied firmly. Right behind her
is a guy walking. He is trying to catch up with her. Finally he reaches,and walks right along her.
He: "So which department teaches you to carry attitude like this?"
She:" Which department teaches you to poke your nose in other's business?"
He: " Engineering, Computer engineering.
They have nothing to teach us, so I poke my nose like this."
She: " But they certainly teach us how to poke clip noses which poke in to much."
He: "What a pleasure it would be for my nose,
if you do it with your hands."
She: "I am not impressed with you shooters,
if that is what you are trying to do."
He: " I know that well, So I am not trying."
(with a straight face) " Coffee?"
She: " Thank you! But I can have it on my own."
He: " Sure...me too! I would just sit along you."
" And did I tell you are really more beautiful than you actually think you are.."
She: " And did I tell you are not as smart as you think you are."
He: "Am I much more than that too.."
(shrugs)
She: ( Looks...)
(Raises her eyebrow)..................

......(And suddenly, out of nowhere, SMILES! A wide smile)

baarish

Station ke bahar pakode ki khushboo aaye,
Chapre ke neeche garam masaaledaar chai!
Phurrr se baarish hui shuru,
Dhunde toh dekha, chatri nahi laaye!
Jhijak ke do minute soche,
Phir bedhadaas paani mein nahaaye!
Woh geeli mitti ki khushboo,
Woh garam bhutte ka swaad,
Without fail dilade barsaat ki yaad!
Kapde ho gaye kharab,
Naale se badboo aaye,
Phir bhi yeh baarish maan ko bhaa jaaye!
Khao chappan pe bhaaji pau,
pani puri ko mat bhulao,
Ghar pe coffee aur gaane,
Bahar garajti kadakti barsaat,
Aise bhi, kuch apne dil ko lubhaaye!
Alag rangon mein,
Alag dhangon se,
Jaise bhi ho...
Baarish mein mazaa toh sabko aaye!

perhaps.......

perhaps the world will fall tomorrow...
perhaps il be wet in the rain...
perhaps the wind wont blow my hair
perhaps il leave ur love untamed!
perhaps the evening wont be that dark..
perhaps the stars wont shine for me
perhaps the hour hand would stop untold
perhaps il loose in this lovers game!
so all the time that im gone
perhaps u'l not remember me...
perhaps u wont try and forgive
perhaps il be lost again!in the rain!
so keep my heartsave it for the after life
keep my breath untill we meet
let my memories live in u
perhaps we will meet again!

thank you (thnks for our friendship this is dedicated to you ne)

There have been times when I’ve yelled at you for nothing
Still what I heard was a voice patient and soothing.
Times when I’ve been too demanding…or commanding like a master
Still u motivated me to try harder and faster!
And times still, when like a fool I did something stupid or silly
& Then turned to you to guide me through, to make amends for my folly.
There’ve been times and times, when I’ve cried for support
And you have lent it to me, selflessly, without too much effort.
I don’t know why you do this…and do this all the time
Each time I get worried, you make my life sublime!
You give me the hope to live, and the courage to fight
You remind me of the mornings, so that I live through the night
U touch my soul with your kindness, you make me feel U are there…
And each time you do all this, it just goes to show “You care!”
I keep on making mistakes, asking you for help
And you never refuse me, or shout, ignore, or yell!
You’ve always been a friend who’s held my hand in rough
& How much ever I try, I can never do enough…
No I cannot dream of being able to return the favour
I guess your friendship is something I can at best worship
and savourAll I can do perhaps, is to pray God
to give all my happiness to you
And on my part, I’ve just 2 words to say-THANK YOU!!!

maa.....

You shared the world of diamonds with me..
even when I wasnt worth one..
you made my value
my worth..me precious.
even when I was all undone..
your shared that wind of fury
all that iv dared and lost...
even when the world seemed dark
you shared your light to my heart.
today if the sunrays are hard on you.
.more than the pain you have shared...
all those times that i wasnt true
its more than i ever cared..
.so I share my shadow..
when you feel the heat..
I share my freedom
for You never to defeat..
I share my value...
I share my strength..
I'l share my soul on rent
and one fine day
when U I be the Glory
winner and the story of all that iv done
il be your life until my end....

till the very end!

amajed!

You know when i first heard of the song "Aaja mahiya" from the film "Fiza", I thought the lyricist had a very sick sense of romance... I actually thought the words were .. " Aa thook maloo main tere haathon mein.." Now why would Hrithik want to smear his spit on Neha's hands??? Whenever i hear my friends say it was their favourite song, I thought they were so weird. Much later I realised it was actually "Aa DHOOP maloo main tere haathon mein.."
again while listeining the song "meri kahani"by atif from its latest album "meri kahani".i thought the lyrics were "pariyon ke desh mein jaa kar nahana".....i was amajed that how can someone go to pariyon ke desh for bathing....then i realized it was "pariyon ke desh mein jaa kar na aana...."oops!

crush!!!!!!!!!

cute ,looking boy, hair falling on his face, drop dead gorgeous smile, always surrounded by lots of frenz... yes, such was the guy I had my first crush on... way back in school..

Its an amazing feeling to have a crush on someone! You wanna start you day looking at him, your heart is thrilled when he looks at you, and more so when he smiles! You are totally floored if he comes to talk to you, or gives importance to you by spending lunch time with you instead of his frenz.You eye him surreptitiously, wondering if he is looking at you. When he answers in class, you look up at him dreamily and proudly. your copies are full of hearts with your and his initials, and so is your desk: full of scratches and scribbles!

When you hear from someone he was talking about you, your happiness knows no bounds. An electric shock runs down your body when he accidentally brushes against you, shakes your hand, or holds it during some sport/event etc. (or winks with a naughty grin).

You are willing to go an extra 100 miles to hang out with, talk to or help him. You consciously keep checkin your appearance in the mirror, hoping your clothes and hair look fine, and you look cute enough!Listening to his voice is heavenly. You run to receive every call that comes, and wait by the phone impatiently for hours if you are expecting his call.

When you hear about rumours of you having a crush on him, you feign surprise or anger, but are secretly thrilled, especially if he doesnt mind! You leave anonymous notes and cards for him, and think all sweet anonymous cards/notes for you are from him. (Who else could it be? ;))
In true bollywood style, you have already started to think you are in love and will marry him. You imagine being Mrs XYZ, dream up your future!

Until one fine day you see him walking hand in hand with another girl. At first you dismiss her as another friend. But then you see them kissing at the end of class. That is when your heart breaks with a clatter, and you wake up to reality and get back to your mundane life. Swearing you will never indulge in all this crap again..
But soon enough, this really sweet and cute guy comes along... he is a new guy in school, all lost. And who should he come to for help? You of course! His killer smile and the twinkle in his eyes take your breath away.. and your heart skips a beat... There you go again!!!

wierd people!!!!!!

I met this old friend of mine recently, actually been running into a lot of old friends lately. And I find something really odd.
The conversations go kind of like this. (Me is me and friend is my friend, for the not-so-bright :P)
Me: Heyyyy! How u ?
Friend: Hiiii! Me good, how u?
Me: Am good too. So whats up?
Friend: Not much. Jus the usual. Hanging out with friends n stuff.
Me: Aaahh! I know, same here.
Friend: So then? What else?Me: Not much actually.
Friend: So where u headed now?
Me: gonna meet my friends.
Friend: Friends or one special friend?
Me: Hey just friends .
Friend: Oh, still single eh?
Me: Yep!!!
Friend: Why?
Me: ??!!
What a silly question? I mean just tell me, what would be a good response to that?! Why? WHY am I single? Now, why SHOULDN'T I be single??? Though that kind of question is completely normal, I wonder how their reaction would be if I ask them back something similar
Me: Why means... ummmm just not looking. U?
Friend: Oh ok. Me committed .
Me: why?
U think I should start doing that? :-?Yeah, thats not normal. Why? Because its normal that a person is in a relation. And its assumed that they are in love. Never mind that there could be a variety of reasons behind that, just for fun, no strings attached, serious, super-serious, in love but for the moment, just like the other n not really looking for a future and so on. If its obvious that a person is in a relation because they are in love(but like i said NEED not be) then isnt it obvious that a person is not in a relation because they are NOT in love??Weird people I tell u :)

few of my favourite things!!!!!

these are a few of my favourite things... some sights, sounds, smells, tastes, feelings... some of them i have experienced, some of them i havent, but would love to. thay are not in any order... i kept writing as and when a thot caFood, at a weddingme to my mind... what are some of your favourite things? do lemme know!

• watching "Maine Pyar Kiya" one more time
• Food, at a wedding
• A long distance call
• smell of mud when it rains
• your best friend's shoulder when u need to cry
• your best friend/you yourself in love! :)
• sunrise/sunset colours
• rippling waters of the ocean/calm lake
  waves splashing on your feet
• birds flying in a formation over the horizon
• dewdrops on plants in the morning
• walking on the wet grass barefeet early morning/late night
• beautiful colours of flowers / butterflies
• voice of cuckoos, dancing peacocks
• kittens/puppies playing with each other... in fact all baby animals
• smile of a baby... or a sleeping baby
• cute lil toddlers wearing cute shoes n dresses, running around, shrieking with laughter!
• toothless smile of the old
• sunlight streaming in teh room late afternoon/ moonlight late night..
• the smell of your favourite dish, just when you are damn hungry!
• finding money unexpectedly in your old jeans pocket
• running into your old long lost friend and realising that you can still pick up from where you started
• a sweet smile or compliment from a stranger
• your guy unconsciouslyholding your hand while you both are crossing a road
• no queues!!
• a song dedicated to you on tv/radio
• soeone calling/messaging/mailing just to say they miss ya
• someone admitting they have a crush on you
• mountains covered with flowers!
• scooping up snow in your hand
• bathing in the rain, then having hot tea and samosas!
• the feel of a baby's skin
• losing weight, however little! ;)
• earning your first salary, and getting gifts for your loved ones
• being proposed in public, unexpectedly, with the guy down on his knees, a ring in hand...
• walkin on the beach at night, barefoot, in teh moonlight
• sound of the bell announcing the end of day at school/college
• aloo parathas,pav bhaji and all ur favourite dishes
• sitting on the couch, with your legs propped up on the table, with a pack of popcorns and a glass of chilled pepsi, watching your fav movie!
• winning a contest, game, lottery..
• your best friend's / your own wedding
  

touch wood

How many of us are there who have never used this term? None? I thought so... You see, we humans, in spite of being the supremely intelligent creatures we are, cannot help but be superstitious about some or the other thing at some point in life. The other day when I was thinking about this, I thought of asking around, what people believe in.Some common beliefs which most of know, if not follow, are:
1.Do not go out during an eclipse
2.Dont walk under a ladder against a wall
3.Do not take the path which has been crossed by a cat, esp a black one!
4.Do not cut nails, comb hair at nite
5.dont purchase steel items, oil, black clothes etc on saturday
6.If someone sneezes just as you are leaving the doorstep to go out, your day will be ruined
7.Dont wash hair/clothes, consume Non Veg food on a particular day (differs from culture to culture)
8.Dont use scissors in air, or give someone a knife; it creates fights
9.Order of wearing shoes, or taking them off; which foot to keep out first when leaving home etc is important
10.teen tigade kaam bigade!
11.trisdekaphobia!!! No - 13!!
12.Dont keep footwear near head when sleeping on teh floor; wash feet before sleeping; else you will get nightmares
13.Aankh fadakna (can be both good and bad, depends on which one is fadakoing!)
14.Repeated howling of dogs means death in house
15.Veseels falling, crow crowing outside means visitors coming (crows also make wishes come true)
16.When you bite your tongue while eating means some has just abused you .. while some believe it means you will get delicious food soon!! (I would rather believe the second interpretation!! :))
17.Fallen eyelashes or Buddhi ke baal (seeds getting dispersed) fulfil wishes!!
18.Bury broken tooth, or keep inder pillow for money from tooth fairy (aka mum n dad!)
19.Spilling salt or breaking mirrors means bad luckSome interesting and unfamiliar ones include
20.Keep the doors open much after 6:30-7 PM : at that time Laxhmi aayegi
Whatever it is, we are really good at coming up with some really awesome ideas, logics for doing and not doing some things. Some beliefs may actually be doing good, like keeping a vrat may actually cleanse your system... no junk for one day may actually do good! Also not cutting nails etc at nite may have come around to ensure cleanliness?? Same goes for washing feet before sleeping!But some beliefs are are like obstacles.. Have come across situations when some people were sick but they were not given adequate treatment as they were thot to be affected by spirits.. and they died! Stupid, harmless superstitions are ok, but some totally illogical and dangerous beliefs and rituals can be fatal; be it the ritual of shooting in air during a marriage (in one instance the groom himself was shot dead by mistake), or sacrifice girl child to satisfy gods (arising more from the various biases our society suffers from!).... the list is endless!High time we separate the harmless beliefs from teh harmful ones, and make a wise choice in deciding what to believe, for the betterment of all humankind!

samay...

`tik tik karti ghadi ke sang
ek ek pal yeh beeta jaye
mere sundar spne,
woh mere pyare apne
saath yeh leta jayee
jaise iski sui hai badti
waise hi meri dhadkan
ruk jayee toh tham jayee sab
jo na ruke toh phir maran hai!
samay ke is bhavar mein
yeh fasta hua mera mann
phir yaad kare hain ab
woh beeta hua har pal
woh milna yun ajnabiyo ki tarah
odhe sahmi hi muskan hooton par
woh anjaan koshish jaane ki,
samjhne ki ek duje ki chahte
woh choti choti batein
woh pyari pyari batein ,
ghir aati hai badlo ki tarah
ankhon ke is neele gagan par
mano betab ho saavan
aaj phir jhoomkar barasne ko
woh k ka roothna,phir duje ka manana
kisie ka hasna,kisie ka rona
bina kisie kam ghanto
phir canten mein phokatana!
woh maa se jhagadkar tiffin jaldie banwana
college aate hi sabko menu batana
phir chupke se kisie ek ka
bag se tiffin churana aur bakiyon ko chidana
kaise bhoolenge yeh pal,na bhool payenge yeh pal
har roj kisie dost se choti si baat par jhagadna
tum galat mein sahi dono ka is baat par adna
phir dono ka agle hi pal saath mein kehna
chal chod chai pila de mein galat tu sahi
har saans mein base yeh pal,na choot payenge yeh pal
woh ankhon ki nami
kisie ke behte aanson mein badalna
bin bole koi shabad ek duje ki baat ko samajhna
woh ek ke pass dil duje ke pass dimag hona
mano do jism mein ek jaan hona
kaise reh payenge hum,yun na jee payenge hum
woh apni hi tarif mein kisie ka magan hona
bade hi pyar se har shararat ko sehna
gusse mein bhie muskurakar har baat ko sunna
na kabhie apni mushkil batana
par gam humara har janana
badi hi samjhdarise usse suljhana
kaise has payenge hum, abna muskura payenge hum
kahan se layenge woh haath jinmein haath dale ghoomte the
ho is duniya se anjaan, jaise apna ho poora aasman
na darr kisie ka
bas santushti hai ki saath saath hai hum aaj
woh kandha kahan se layehnge,rakhkar jispar sir apna
ho jaata tha bade se bada gam beasar
na logon ki khabar ,na baton ka darr
bas vishwas hai ki saath hai ek hum safarkahan jaakar bahayngeyeh aanson
andar hi andar pathar ban jayenge yeh aanson
tumhari yadon se in par ibadat likhenge hum
tumhe bhool jaye aisa ho ,usse pehle samay ko ruk denge hum!!!

credit goes to krishnam

everlasting memories........

Life moves on...n so do u....along wid it !!!The people surounding you have changed...The people who use to affect your life are no more around....bt u wll find new companions on their place...Is dis is wat life means???Those school days...those punishments...havin lunch while da classes are going on...cheating in da exms...oppss i mean to make my friends cheat...lolzzzzzzz..**sshh...teacher slap**.....is no longer i can feel!!Is dis wat life shows???The pampering from my parents...those evenin wid my friendzz in da play ground...playin hide n seek..., those powercuts nite...we use to spend together...shouting all over da street...lolzz....Still remember da days...those pranks...**.most of dem were played ovr me...**...those crank calls....discussing abt the 1st crush...1st Bf......awaradirgi wid all my frndzz....planing for stupids things...**sshh...like ordering pizza on frnds home**....I miss dose days..!!Those silly mistakes and den lying to parents...ven caught by dem...keep givin excuses....**damm so silly** ( i still laugh remembering dat time...)...n now it feels how can we b so silly yaar....those phone calls n den caught by my mom ---"kisse baat kar rai thi"..uuff..!!...lolzz..still miss dose days..!!Those treats..parties...bunkin coachings...wid a new excuse daily to get my kinetic...jus to roam around...lolzz..those get together at my home...My Bday celebrations....lots of fun...daning...roamin....dat udham masti...ven parents were out..hehe...miss it all..!!Few of dose days were da worst days on my life...bt now ven lookin back to dem.....dey seems da best days of my life...I still miss all my friendss...all those pranks...**sabne bahut parehsna kiya tha mujhe..bahut bewakoof banaya tha**..2day i m missin dem a lots....so i thought to share all da masti i did wid u all...:)..becoz 2day ven i miss dem..i find u ppl around me..da masti is still da same...only wid new friends and diffrent medium..U wll b dere....old friendss wll b dere...in your memories...new friends wll come....Bt ur memories wll never die...!!...So dis is life...people come n go....with some good memories n wid some bad one's...n u remember dem all..!!

i cant say......

i cant say ,u cheated me
i cant say,u betrayed me
i cant say,u have broken my heart
for i cant say u love me or not

but i can say
that i love u and admire u a lot
like the rain which is admired by draught
i will never let u know my feeling
because i know for u
that would be very healing
i also wanted to be with u
for this i have been waiting
for long in the queue
but my destiny for me,
plans something else
for ur ships of dreams
sails somewhere else
u will find me
behind u ,helping u
in each case broad or step
but i promise u one thing in any step
we will never meet!!!!!!!

missing links

"Im leaving on a jet plane ... dont knw when il be back again..Ohbabe..I hate to go......"

May be my umpteenth listen to this song...still i feel the same as ihad felt the first time ever when i heard this song.....A fathomlessfeeling...far and unkempt..no matter how much u try..u just cant getover this feeling...the feeling of missing!and i leave it to that...coz the substance of missing is too hard to categorize...I have heard my late grandma saying she missed the oldbanyan tree of her first home, my uncle missing his old broadsetradio, my friend missing her boyfriend....and many more to miss.I too miss to share these songs with someone...miss to share my closetanymore with my kid friend...miss to play hide and seek with mybrothers....miss so much with so many people...I miss all thats notmine and all that wont be mine!I might sound selfish..but deep down inside u will realise that even youare a part of this bluff game..when u listen to an old song...when u write something for the firsttime..when u see something that uv never seen before...or just when usit silent...u miss all those with whome you want to share all thesemoments..even in a crowded room, u just might feel 'god, why isnt shehere'...I feel..I miss and then I cry....and today if Iv accepted the void in me...i realise that unlike everysecong 'girl' i dont miss a 'boyfriend'..rather i miss a companion just'my kind'....I dont miss branded stuff, cd's and coffee shops....Imiss my school library....On speeding cars .. i dont miss to pullbrakes, but what i do miss is to drive ahead with a friend, on a longroad, with John Denver playing...just as it was 2 years back!and by all these im no philosopher or an old school girl...I am what exactly you are...cause a patient thought will make u believe that all that uv been thinkin that ur missing are not the ones actually you do...if its words that u think u miss...then trust me its the spaces between them that ur actually missing!Incomprehensible? .. yes i can be...cause even i took 2 complete years to find what do i exactly miss! or rather what do people call void? and what id found is that.. what id never imagined!If it was my old life that i missed...i was wrong....its just that the absence of those people in my present life is what i missed!

each day..while u drive...u work...listen...eat...walk..or sleep u do feel a void...for something or somebody thats relative....but at the end uv got nothingbetter to do than just ignore and work on...as iv been doing till date....and if by chance u dont feel the space...just halt and thank God for ur amongst the few..who are blessed to be complete..for the rest of us...the world is still incomplete!

wandrer

And I close my eyes….walking back to the boulevard of broken mirrors. “And yet again” some one says. “Few lines on life?” and I say “no, this time I’m writing not about life but things which are beyond one’s life”On Sundays my dad prefers not to drive, and since we don’t have a driver it’s usually me who drives him to his destination, to the trust of which he is a member. I finish of my work till he gets over with his. Someday we drive back home over a coffee at local cafés, on other’s if nothing, some jalebi’s are for sure in my kitty. Usually I wait if he happens to take long with his, but this time I preferred a drive towards the old township where I spent my first few years, towards the reminiscence of my childhood. My father is a government employee, and we spent our early days at the township where he was allotted one of many quarters. A simple two bedroom built up and a shabby porch ‘where our old jalopy used to stay’ was all that we managed with. Neither desired nor required any bit of extra space beyond what we had. Since television wasn’t that big when I was four and with all the more internet being in its nascent stage, most of the colony kids used to spent their post school hours hanging on to the cricket grounds and to each others backyards collecting peaches and mango’s. Sunday Maggie parties, picnics on two wheelers ‘with a bunch of wooden sticks somehow being managed to be tied around the stepney’, cake making and hogging sessions, cycle races around the fence were few of our monthly rituals. One’s birthday party was worth a year awaited! We didn’t have much and we neither craved for, because we all had equal shares. Maybe that’s what we did. We lived equal lives. Nobody bothered to purchase anything that they did not see at their neighbor’s place. More so, nobody had anything worth a showpiece! And there was my first lesson ...”To be happy, money is the least you’ll ever need”As I drive onto the other side, I see a shattered window, grills already being stolen, a yellowed piece of land that once stood to be a small garden and a half tethered porch, all at a place that used to be my home. “19/A” was all that I could see being repainted in black; rest all seemed to be brutally shaken. I drove a bit farther to my friends place and I see the huge mango tree where we, along with our brothers and sisters used to collect half groomed mango’s... now, it gives nothing but a spooky feeling. Though I won’t say collecting mangos was the thing that taught us to be friends but it taught us something beyond friendship a feeling called togetherness. We used to burn our backs in the scorching heat of April summer, bending on to the grounds in search of the unripe ones and a day’s collection went to the owner’s dining table. Cleaned, washed and eaten later on. No one stole, no one fought. As all knew there’s nothing in them that will differentiate there share. They were equals beyond sex, height, shape and size; they all were children and a true companion to one another, and nothing beyond that. I learnt my second lesson “We don’t need friends, we need true companionship…we bond not to friendship, but we bond to togetherness and to the sense of security”Today when I see my sister lamenting for her childhood friend, who unknowingly went missing into this big bad world and who also happened to be my childhood big brother, I don’t see friendship and emotions; I just see the innocent longing for togetherness, where one does not think twice to speak her heart out. A desire for that another world where rule one ‘still’ stands to be no pretension, where we belonged together as a team and where we all knew that our team has a broader definition, far from religious bondages it stood for those who desired to be together through thick and thin.I drove alongside to our play ground, one more of my pal’s place whose main door was stolen and through which I could see the remains of her then living room, to my kinder garten bus stop and simply to the old roads...as I drive in to these half asleep yesteryears, I see each shattered room glowing bright into a different life that I was a part of. “All wanderers aren’t lost”, I fondly remember Tolkein as I take to be one myself. All these bricks stood past 14 years when I was there. No matter how bad they look, these broken windows teach me my last lesson “blood isn’t a necessary requirement for bonding, a past, barren grounds, broken wall’s and a little bit of faith is enough to let one feel the living bond all over again”When I drive back leaving my born connections, I take leave from things which I’ll remember all through the coming years… things which will mean beyond my whole life.I never wished to be there where I was when I was a day old, my old life was a gift from God. Today as I wish a million things ‘almost all being fulfilled’… now that I have more than 2 of everything…. Now, that I no more need to collect mangos. I realize that I had the best gift when I was born and at the end of all’s, I’ll cherish this gift as the gift of my life!Care is non quantifiable. And if you can, then it’s the least you have ever received.Its what I learned from everybody, I say everybody as I wasn’t bought up just by my parents, I’m a part of many living souls…some, who no longer come to me with vanilla candies and some who still quiz me fondly with tricky math questions. It wasn’t a lesson, for me, it was an elixir to living….sometimes as deep and intense as an abyss… most of the times an unknown comfort. Even for the dead, I feel remembrance is care. And for the living…It’s what you feel right now!P.s. some of it is factual. Most of it real….with love and respect for all of them who were a part of it