We ain’t any toy!

Excuse my opinions this time. Think of me as one of your many inner voices, the new national animal, one amongst a billion, an angry jester and lastly, think of me as a normal human being.

Where the people are dense – in brain weather and quantum, where  objects of no intrinsic and aesthetic value is the way of life, where the national bird is almost flightless but not quite, the national animal is almost extinct and is being replaced by suits with gadgets that chew chewing gums for entire 2 hour flights, where cattle and politicians  feed on fodder and produce enormous amounts of cow dung,  where the thin line separating the literate from educated is spirit and evaporating fast, where the war against wisdom is almost won, where every cycle is viciously circular, into that colony of surprisingly coexisting individuals, its this world!

Okay, with no target to any group, community, country, caste. But in some sense targeting all of them.

We always strive to surface from depression – geographic and economic,  the blessed us witness the rise of the democrat. Anna Hazzare revolution for instance bangs the  nation for food fight. Although the idea is thoughtful, but, blocking the city streets with crowds and the Delhi Bandhs is not exactly my idea of a bright future. It won’t inculcate urge to study in society. Neither will it help in lowering Petrol prices or food prices for that matter. And the tax payers – who actually don’t pay taxes. Why would they mind paying taxes if taxes are reasonably decent. If the government lowers the taxes to 10 percent of total income for people earning more than 5 lakhs per annum and no tax to those below 5 lakhs, then no one would mind paying taxes. And since, as of now, no one pays taxes, the government would end up collecting five times the present tax revenue (Researched well)

 At least in the beginning it felt like this was going somewhere.  Anna became bigger than Lokpal and Lokpal was bigger than the idea of a corruption free India. And, who suffered amidst all the theatrics? Its Me. You. Everybody.

So all of you – People looking to camp in Delhi for whatever cause, people wanting to conduct mega events in Delhi, Moo and mee, and of course the all macho terror organizations -We have suffered and paid for your whims and fancies with our flesh, blood and money. We’ve been nice, and now we expect the same of you. Let us earn so we can eat and sleep and live and run around in circles like all humans do. If the peace in your life is unsettled because of some idiotic incidence in your childhood, or the white elephant is now black; we had/have nothing to do with it. Also, it was three centuries ago. Let it go. It’s OK. You’ll be fine. All you need is rest.

For the sake of God, or your favorite  actor or whatever it is that matters to you, stop crossing the limits or we will soon resort to sticks and stones.

After all that we have been through, all of us put together have one underwear left, if you continue to test the tension it can bear and the patience it is left with you will soon find yourself wedgie-ed by it from the Burj Khalifa or your annoyance level, whichever is higher.

Of life

Hello folks,

How did weekend treat you? I had a superb time at NSD (National School of Drama). Well I am not into theater and acting but off late I have started enjoying these things. Good pedigree for weekends I must say. I have begun to feel convergence lately of tools and motivation  of desire and actual potential toward the reality of wherewithal and professional and personal need of hubris and humility. Life has oozed me in multiple forms. Today and always. Before I begun to vent about my passions don’t you feel  we love to gab about ourselves. But, hey, the oh-so-personal is popular because it also tends to be fascinating . And hilarious. Or even brave. Plus: Who wants to read about the weather all day? We humans can’t resist the juicy stuff Justified. I can rant my personal musings now.

With no powerful Godfather, I grew in a normal middle class family. Right from beginning I was taught to weigh both the sides. The pros and cons. The good and the bad. I did uncountable mistakes as a child (Well, I continue to do so). With every error – I said to myself : May be you should try the other way out. I entered adolescence. There comes a time in life when you feel everybody is right except your parents. And I wasn’t an exception. I disrespected them in more than one way. I turned 18, so curious I was to go out and explore the world and leave my parents and home. And then again how wrong I was. I didn’t know how to cook, I didn’t know how to keep things in order. Soon I found myself crying under the pillow with immense sense of regret and pain. For, I didn’t want to face the truth that I was missing my mom and dad. I stepped out of my home saying – Don’t worry about me mom, I’ll be just fine. But I wasn’t. I needed then at every hour. I missed them. The  silent sobbing grew louder each time. But the oh-so-cool dudes don’t miss their parents. So how can I stand apart that league. I am cool. I don’t miss them. I have to study, get a job, earn money, make trips, shop, write my book and do lots of things.

Life flew like this.

 I have been through all – remorse, despair, penitence, guilt, humiliation and ironically epiphany, symphony, joy, hope too.  At  times there was no gust of wind to open the vacuum I was occupied in. There was no mistaking the sense of joy. I wasn’t ready for any ray of hope, sunshine – nothing. Where were my wings of fire? For had I seen only cold, wet days. Wish answers come out that easy. But, quite like - The Sun finally smiled  in all its majesty.  The long walk towards an ounce of respect and an ounce plus of acceptance finished. And I understood when all that remains are the remains alone, only the hope of courage and love can sustain you. Today when I look back at life so far I see a river  emerging from mountains, battling with rocks, meandering through gorges, bubbling and frothing and creating ripples as it flows.  There is just one life, no perks, no benefits attached to it. And this was my start. Of another life in a life.

 I am not a Stanford pass out nor I am an Apple employee. I am a simple human being with my shades of grey. I have my pints of happiness. I have acknowledged – I miss my family. I love them to no ends. Life is just another roller coaster. I used to fear about getting hurt in the ride now I fear missing the ride. The more dangerous ones.

Have a good week! Love your job.

The Final Come Back

For all the prolonged  absence, unexplained reasons, big hiatus I owe you more than more. I know. So on the threshold, a big fat apology. Your endurance to bear deserves all the appreciation here.  I must have lost many readers. But trust me the reasons are reasons and not excuses. A lot of things happening in life, getting a  job, changing job (too early I know! ), responsibilities, illness, laziness ( a tad bit), I have been just more than busy.  For your consistent readership, tolerance for my irregularities, for this and lot more a huge Thanks to all of you. Now that I am on the track ( trust me I am) I shall make an honest and constant effort to update the blog. Over the past few months, I have conjured up many perspectives of life. The time gone by has definitely evolved me in  person. Hence my tastes, my thoughts, my ideas, my values for that matter have taken a toll. This calls for myriad of  topics, discussions to follow thereon. There shall be some changes in layout, post types! Well I have lots of stuff running in my mind right now! I hope you are as excited as I am. Also, I hope you are with in this re-start-adventure and make my ride worthwhile. On another note, Happy New Year peeps. Hope you had an amazing start. May this year rolls on for you with  all the cheer, joy and hope. And hope this year I shall fill the void that perpetuated between you and me back few months.

Have a great weekend people!

A-tale-of few FRIENDS

Hello people,

Hundreds of desires within me, hundreds of thoughts, hundreds of wilted leaves. If you’re thinking by the title that this is a story about some friends then you’re right. Absolutely right.  But this is something really true. A true life experience. A life of not so famous me. Friends are always fun. They are heart, soul and sometimes everything. Coffee, maggi, luncheons, parties, get-togethers, hangups and sometimes hook ups. No matter what,they brisk you and make you come alive. I have been fortunate enough to have my sweet pieces of heaven all through my life. *touch wood* So here they go : my people, my friends :

S : well she’s my friend ever since I didn’t even know the meaning of friendship. An ulterior to my thoughts and desires. She’s everything. From sharing lunch boxes to pencil-kits and now to accessories to dresses. Building castles in the sand to making braids. (Actually) We’ve evolved so much in everything. In person, in relationships and in general. I can always count on you. Darling how much I love you and miss you cannot be expressed in this 4 walled screen. You’re my world! Love you so damn much. :* My beautiful BFF.

R: Oh, she’s my baby doll. She’s like a meal of the  day. You feel incomplete and sick without it. (read: I don’t mean eating )  She’s the treasure which no body has. I love you, beyond your imagination. My sponge bob! Yes, the best part is we’re supremely callow when it comes to loving each other. Isn’t it? I miss you so much sweetie. You’ll be a doll always. Bestest bud forever! You’ve been my spinal ally in all the times, be it tough or happy. Trucks of *hugs*

V: Honestly, when someone says friend, He’s the first person to come to my mind. I don’t know why. May be because he’s a crack pot like me. :/ Yes I do annoy you with my stupidity at times to the possible extent I can and poke fun at you with my crazy limits of insanity. But then you’re the one I can look up to with any damn can of worms. I know I am selfish. You’re too generous to bear my mood swings and yet bring smile on my face. Lots Of Love!

Ra: He’s insane to his flaky limits. *Bats in the Belfry* Okay, He can irritate and ruffle me at any point of time with his extraordinary talent, which I bet you nobody would exhibit. It’s just him. ( He’s gonna kill me after this! If he’s reading) But what makes him special! I call him 2am in the night saying I am in a trouble, He won’t even think a second and come helping me. People like him do justice to the word friend. Yes you’re special and what an amazing human being. He has a heart of gold. And Yes  I would love to get irritated by you. *Forever* Biiiigg Hug.

Alright, these were my set of  friends who I refuse to share. Yes like a  kid refuses to share his chocolate. This platform was just to express my gratitude and love for all of you guys. Y’all are so important part of life. Ah! I am so submerged with emotions. I miss y’all so damn much. I wish I was successful in bringing smiles and cheering you up, for a moment though. I hope all my readers have these stars in their arena to fill up their life.

This is of now. Watch this space for more!  Have a captivating  week. Yes, try to.

I am a fighter, I know!

Prolonged absence may lead to ignorance. Isn’t it? No it’s not. I know you guys are damn supportive. So what if I say was busy  with my examination stuff? You’ll probably ignore this one. Moving on, What if I was making arrangements for walking  a step ahead in life? Will that succor? No you feel. Everybody does that. I have another one ,that I should now stop persuading you like all times with my poor unavoidable excuses and get something salutary for you. You guys  deserve much more than that to have dealt with me. :/ Okay, I appreciate your willingness to endure.

“Tough times do not last forever, but tough people do”  That’s the awesome one liner I have been hearing since my childhood. But it’s only now that I realize it’s true meaning. My life in past 3 months, to be precise, has been rock shell. Yes! I have experienced the actual LIFE. Sometimes I wonder what does GOD want? I am not a very ardent follower of religion but surely I am a strong follower and believer of GOD. So what does he want out of us. I mean I hear people saying, he wants everyone to be happy. I doubt it sometimes. Yes I really do. If ultimatum is happiness in each and every case then why does he mark everyone’s destiny in a different fashion. Why does one get fruits of happiness with the full embellishments and decorations and why does one just gets the glance of it?  Why does’n't  he treat everyone with equanimity. Where’s the school of fairness? Is this the right thing to do on his part?  It were this pool of questions that I was drowned in!  Most likely because I’ve been in the category of “not-tasted-success”. So in anguish I had so much to question GOD. But then I realized till when he’s gonna test me? He surely puts more stones, more blank walls, more door shuts, more stumbling blocks  in my boulevard and I shall not bid an eyelid facing them. Let him put all the world’s snags in my path and I surely would rise above all. And GOD let me tell you I am in no way gonna give up. You must have forgotten but I am your child so how can these vicissitudes change me? You may quite feel I am melting and losing but in next second of thought you’ll have to have another strategy to defeat me. Till the time I am trying and I am positive No one can stop me but just the SUCCESS. And defeat does not occur  till we succumb to defeat itself. The day I stop pushing myself will the day I’ll be defeated by you and by life. There’s struggle in everyone’s life! Some people realize it real soon and some real late. The sooner ones  goals get accomplished sooner! I am glad I am in latter part. Because I have more to learn in that mob.

So the challenges have no end in this world and so does the defeats and breakdowns. All we have to do is rise and “move on”. Because Life really holds something best for us. We just have to trust it today! I am being positive. much positive! Here I come, Life!

Signing out for now!

I’ll be now here, much sooner than you think. Surely you’ve adjusted with the post lags! Much grateful.

Love.

Guest Post- 1

This time I eloped intentionally, for studies have taken a serious toll over me. I think there is no end to one thing- EXAMINATIONS.  The burden of books has absorbed all my patience to sit back and write. Though my mind gyrates upon lots of things these days. As said by our parents, you wish to do even your least-in -the list of hobbies during exams. They have in them. Enough of harangue for now. The task of coming amidst exams is the awesome post by a young really young blogger. She’s not too regular on blogging affair yet her writing style and her thoughts sometimes take an edge over us. Vrinda Bhatia ,A star in the making may be. You can check her blog here.  Her post I love till date is :

Plight Of Poor

In metropolitan cities, having a maidservant is not a choice anymore, but a desideratum. Specially in working households, one just can’t do without having a domestic help. As obvious it is, the maidservants are usually from not-well-to-do and somewhat ruined families. Their husbands are either drunkards, with no work or they’re gamblers. Domestic violence in their homes is a common phenomena. I recently was a spectator to such an incident, and I was shaken. We all our so much serious about issues like corruption et al, that the so called mild problems don’t have any place in our minds. An ideal maidservant with two children, a drunkard husband and a rented room in a remote corner of the city is much, much more troubled than those who had a scratch on their leg and got all the cameras on them when Baba Ramdev was attacked. Let me call her ‘she’. I am no women rights’ promoter, nor do I think I am someone to inspire my readers, but this one moved me and angered me all the same.

One night around ten, the doorbell of my house rang and my mother opened the door to see her- beaten blue and black, with swollen red eyes. She was with her daughter, who also had visible scars on her body. We called her inside, and made her sit. She was merely able to speak, sobbing all the time. Many a times, we- the civilized ones- tend to mistake the lower ones’ troubles as sympathy gaining tacts, and sometimes it is really that. But SOMETIMES. Her wet eyes said what she couldn’t ever say. They reflected her sadness, her helplessness and her plight.  She told my mother that they haven’t cooked anything since the past 4 days and were starving. We gave her something to eat, and listened to her story. She worked almost for 12 hours a day. She was so weak and what I had known of her, I had thought that she was a smiling person. But that night, it was some other facet of hers. She continued that she went to a police station to lodge a complaint against her husband for violence but no one was ready to listen to her. This is what we see in fiction films, don’t we? A woman in a faded Saree running from place to place, fighting for justice, and ultimately gets it. Happy Ending. But reality stands apart. She grieved that she wanted divorce, but she had no one to support her- no family, no relatives. Her children were still very young. Her husband had sold her assets and for everything money is required. No one was ready to help her. Though people of another house in which she worked agreed to take care of her children, her predicaments haven’t yet ceased. I hope God adorns her life.

This was a fact of what happens in personal life of some people. I witnessed this one, perhaps there are thousand more like these. God is their sole watch-person. That night I slept with a disturbed mind. Are those people children of a lesser God? Okay, they are deprived of money, but for a minute, can’t even they leave aside their worries and heave a sigh of relief? These questions continue to wander listlessly in my mind and they will perhaps haunt me forever. 

The other day, I saw someone in a mall cribbing over an ice cream. How lucky we are, I thought and thanked God for what He had given me. But a burden remains in my mind, and I hope even the less fortunate people get an opportunity to thank God some day soon.

Thanks Vrinda And readers thankyou for your patience in my absenting endeavors. I shall be back soon.

Much Love.

The Corruption issue

What’s twittering my and everybody’s mind since not much long is – No not the weather. It’s the Tamaasha in the name of corruption-free-India campaign which is being headed by  To-Be- The Next National Hero– “BABA RAAMDEV”  So if anyone reading this article genuinely follows Raam Dev, then please stop right here. Or if you are on then this my personal view point subject to no reference to anything and ofcourse anybody. So we really seem to get inspired by the movie NAYAK. Especially BABA Raam Dev. He is so into deep emotion affair of the nation’s Corruption that  he doesn’t want to get out of it and face the practicality of  these issues. I am not against Baba but I do have much issues the Baba who is against globalization, believes in a welfare state, who thinks  that Sex education should be banned in Schools and Homosexuality is a disease.

Since the last two decades of existence independence, India has seen a steep upward trend in every arena. And no doubt in Corruption too. Today the average Indian has reached the highest level of disgust and disappointment. I understand the situation is  so helpless that even a small ray of hope may seem as a new dawn. So without much educational qualifications he tends to comment about the economics of the country. His brand of economics is absurd, when world is opening up he insists to close up economy. Sure he’s fooling millions of people.  He’s appealing masses through his usual tactics and mint of spices in the name countries re-construction. Just when the court was about to remove Section 377 but our society was still a bit skeptical and unsure about it, he swooped in with his smart ass comments ‘homosexuality is a disease’ and cashed in on everyone’s fears.  And what’s more funny is people are following him blindly. He talks about NON-Violence. Living up like this, fasting for getting your work done is it non violence? I don’t feel so. I think its the ugliest face of corruption, for you’re going to any god damn extent to get  your work done. And the worst part is you are involving whole country in this. Sure you have millions of people who follow your yoga forms, your medicines. But then you’ll misuse the trust being driven by them on you? How can anybody all of sudden raise corruption issues to this possible level and government is getting feared. True, its a free democracy. But there’s a line. If to a point I favor him it’ll only resolve issues at highest level. What about corruption at lower levels? Can anyone stop that? You will not have even estimate that on what basis of corruption we’re living today. We’re so immune to all finer fingers that we do not find doing anything as long as we are meeting our ends. The corrupt practices have now become the lifestyle. We tend to justify it even saying, we cannot be functional without doing it. The apathy shows degradation of our human values. But setting up morchas, fasting like this? Is it the right way?

He being part of India has full freedom to say what he feels and so does he dream. CORRUPTION Free India. But the ladder to success is step -by-step. One day you come up  with mass bunch of followers. Just because India is with you on other aspects, you’ll use them to fight for the issues which should be given time. This is non sense. And by now, non violence too. Things like Swadeshi and State welfarism sound good but damage the nation’s economy on the whole. It’s high time we should realize this Saffron color baba is no learned man. We should introspect ourselves. And stop corruption in our minute things. The tentacles of corruption can only be dealt with an iron hand. So practice yourself. It’s just you who can change yourself.

It’s a beautiful world

So we are finding  beauty this time. I mean, the blogs I am reading these days are all talking about the real beauty. And what thoughts all of them have portrayed. Lovely. I have a habit of grabbing all that I can from every where.  The knowledge absorbent quotient in me is always revolving in quest of new something. Be it new words,  brands,  states,  leaders, music, discoveries,  gadgets,  science, mathematics(of course :/) and so on… {Notice “new” in italics}  Because that may be new for me but might be very old for you. I come from the attitude that life constantly teaches you and henceforth  perpetually I keep learning. Anyways, the subject of matter was that I really loved the blogs I’ve read so far. We human beings are so god damn talented. Aren’t we? As the air is so filled with the beautification, my thoughts refuse to stay in lagoon and break out to you. My take on real beauty. Here it goes.

“Beauty” : Thesaurus says beauty is physical attractiveness. As an adjective it is used for a good looking person. Okay, I’ll not talk good-girl types and come out to you clean. Yes I like people who look good. It’s pleasure watching them. I like people who wear good clothes. Sometimes watching them makes me urge to buy the one of same kinds. Yes, I like to look great not because world is looking at me but because I like my self that ways. I feel happy when I try-to-look good. Just the trial gives me immense happiness. And I know most of the people feel good when they look good. That’s natural. Does looking good means beautiful? I feel NO. When I say someone’s beautiful, it means that he/she is beautiful not his looks. That’s why even men can be beautiful. All the adjectives and synonyms we use for the he’s and she’s are only covering their looks. I feel beauty is HAPPINESS. Beauty is CONTENTMENT. If an Armani suit can bring a smile on a person’s face. He surely is beautiful. On the other hand a person fully satisfied with the fact that he has at least something to cover his body is equally beautiful.  Beauty is PERSONALITY. You greet everyone with blush and smile. You are surely beautiful for me. You follow the  principles of humanity, you are beautiful. Beauty is in any form adroitness. Music, birds twittering, whiff of air, animals, Rains, paintings, wall scribbles, greeting cards, benefaction, writings, poetry, travelling, shopping..Like I said everything which gives you contentment.  So it is when I enter a small house with just the  basic necessities of survival yet in an organised manner, I find it more than beautiful. It is when I see a child with a simple sketch I find it attractive. This so Because may be I love simple things.

Discernibly, Beauty is LOVE. Which is why when your partner says you’re beautiful, you feel as you’re the most beautiful creation of this world. And trust me you are. Beauty is FAMILY. It’s relative to happiness. Let me tell you an incidence. Once, I went to my relative’s house. At that point of time, it was beauty as it is meant to be. Every item had been carefully chosen and thoughtfully placed. The silver and crystal in her china closet shone in perfect arrangement, as if in symphonic harmony. Her inimitable collection of miniatures and souvenirs perched on the simple wooden ledge above her kitchen sink seemed to dance in glister. It was beautiful.  As I grew up, one day I visited the same home. And it was my cousin’s tear stained incidence that greeted me on the door. They had some family disputes and it was shattering. For the first time I noticed the scarcity in their house. The paintings drooped in lifelessness, and the walls that had reverberated with singing and gatherings  stood in silent mourning. The beauty was gone. The warmth had evaporated. The sorrow of my heart overflowed through my eyes. I could not hold back the tears. I wandered listlessly around the house searching for the splendor I had become accustomed to on visits to her home. It had departed, leaving behind a simple apartment and basic furnishings. There was no more grandeur; gone was the majesty. The emptiness engulfed me. I was devastated. I noticed for the first time the cracks in the paint on her walls. Was beauty a momentary illusion? An evanescent fantasy? It was after this I realized that Beauty is in being together with bond of love.Beauty is in PEACE. No materialistic and extravagant things can give you beauty living or beauty sleep if you’re left alone.  The greatness of beauty lies in our inability to define it. It is so refined, so real, it transcends us. No words can do justice to its description. It is forever intangible, leaving us in awe; we are often hypnotized by its power.

That was my longest article so far. Hope you liked it.  I still have so much to write. But I think I should stop with the note of smiles. You’re beautiful. Just cherish all that you have. And keep your comments rolling in.

 Much Love

In the nature’s tune

Hello People..:)

How’re Delhi rains treating you. Well its a feast in this unbeatable heat.. Make yourself useful and make the most out of it. You never know when they may give you their next visit. I re discovered myself today. In-lot-many-ways. And the result – I am happy. Okay It was raining whole night yesterday and the morning was so fresh, so gentle. I started pondering over the beautiful Nature..And it was just a minute after my thoughts begin to scatter over ,that I had my laptop turned on..I wrote a few lines..but then I began to enjoy the weather and left this task for the  night. So here goes my task accomplished. Happy reading

Breezes ripple with tiny whitecaps,

I sit with contentment and joy for a while..

with my cribs and sadness all aside..

I boggle over the nature and its beauty..

As the new born lilies dance in the musical wind..

I flip my feet up and try to do the same kind..

I hear the blue birds waking up from a deep dreamful, slumber

I ascend myself from the past despair..

I smell freshly cut grass and gasoline that’s still dangles in the air.

I smell the new rosebud’s blossom as if they were a gift from God..

And the emanation of life pleasures suddenly begins to fascinate  me..

I feel the gentle winds blowing softly..

And they take away all my pain and agony..

Clouds pregnant with portent dissolved in life bearing drops of sweet rain.

And with you I wish to commune in your secret lagoon.

The rain’s spelling it’s happy tune..in threads of white and silver..

And with every drop of promise and every ounce of potential ..I realize that there’s no holding back..

I walk along Feeling ever cranny and nook

Never letting Anything get to my creating..

I walk along Feeling the grass on my feet

Forgetting the path Finding my own..

I shall always walk along with mother Nature..

Image courtesy : Google Images

Much Love readers. Enjoy the weather..

Wall Beauties

No something’s definitely wrong with me or is it my darn love for blogging? Back to back post. I am totally loving it. Scrolling through the  pages of a magazine  few hours ago, I landed up to something which  caught my attention and interest levels to the highest point. Let me break the ice for my readers now. Graffiti, scribbling on walls, wall paintings, wonder walls.. do they interest you? Surely they do me. I love graffiti and street art. Ofcourse, I am not in favor of one that vandalizes government rules and public property. But otherwise I really appreciate the form of art and for me it is an expression of great sense of creativity. Graffiti has existed since ancient times, with examples dating back to Ancient Greece and the Roman Empire. Though you’ll not find much of street art in Delhi, but I guess Mumbai keeps it alive all the way. I have never been to Mumbai as such. Just crossed it for my destinations. Still, the kind of image(  which is very nice) I have in heart surely depicts the city through its wonder walls. The graffiti which I love till date :

I was speechless. this one is via this is weeny. check out her in the links column.

Loved the colors via google images

So far my favorite..(google images

What are your fav’s? do let me know. I guess I ‘ll be signing off for today now. Good night lovelies.

Love.