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