THE GOOD LIFE AND THE BETTER LIFE

Have you ever wanted something so badly that you could not wait to have it? Say a new phone, you want it so badly, like be the first one to get it, that you cannot wait even for your birthday(like 2 months form now) for somebody to gift it to you, so you start saving each penny and get that phone AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. Now the feeling of owning that phone, which everybody desires to have, and you being the first one, is OUT OF THE WORLD. And by the time you would have waited for your birthday, probably with the rapid technological advancements, that phone might have been a passé. So as it is rightly said, “Good things come to those who wait, but better things come to those who go out and get it”; I totally agree with it.

 

While you sit back and desire something to come your way, and leave it entirely on the destiny to make it happen, though by the end of its lifetime, you’ll be rewarded with it but the excitement, the pleasure of getting will be lost. To fulfill our dream, we cannot just let destiny do the work. We have to go out of the way to get that one thing in us that makes us worthy of “owning it”. Considering Newton, the magical scientist, just did not let god, or destiny make him the creator of force theories, he did it on his own will. The apple fell on him, it does at many of us, but then he was the only one who thought, found out the reason to the existing gravital force; the reason why an apple fell on the ground and why humans can’t float. It’s your effort and your will which decide what you get in life, a good thing, or a better thing.

 

Talking about the worldly renowned Shahrukh Khan; he is one of the most loved, admired, and richest person in the world. Putting light to his life in early days of youth, he was just a lean lanky guy with no godfather and just dreams of becoming an actor. And with his determination, strong willed and sheer hard work, he’s become THE SHAHRUKH KHAN. Speaking of hard work, it is one thing in life that can make you go from rags to riches.

 

Rather than talking about any famous person, just put yourself in this position. Say your aim is to lose weight. And then everyday you pray to god to give you a fit, less obese body and with the hope of having your wishes being fulfilled by god,( THE GOD he is!, he has the power to do anything, creating, destroying somebody, giving life, saving from death and even making you slim! ); you start having cheese-burst eateries every day. And the outcome is; no change! Rather 2 more kilos hanging with you! So without working out, exercising, cutting down on calories (and fat), you just cannot get that Kareena Kapoor or that Megan fox body! No way! You have to put your hard work. No if no but!

 

With effort, will, determination, spirit and hard work in your stride, nothing in this world can stop you from getting what you want. Nothing at all. As rightly said by somebody, “When you really want something to happen, and you put in your 100 %, then even the universe conspires for it to happen it to you.” So rather than waiting, praying to god and staring at the sky with the hope of making your life good, just by putting little bit effort, you can get a better life!

GIRLS: AND PUTTING EM' INTO DIFFERENT BOXES.

Just after realizing that I’ve been the *Mush queen*, with all love dipped posts, I’ve decided to get a little bit off the *pyaar ka track* and add humor, sarcasm and more live-now, feel-now elements to my posts.

Now when I stare the wall, to find a topic on which I could actually scribble something funny and lame, I ended up thinking of this, *girl-classification* theme; which once my loving, sweet, pretty, sexy “female” friend, new sister, or to be precise in the relation, my brother’s girlfriend, told me. Though we decided to write this down together, but then I was kinda reluctant with it, say it because of my girlfriend-boyfriend ratio which points to ITSY BITSY decimals (null to infinity) and even she didn’t want to end up bitching about all her girls. (All her.)

But now I thought of surprising her, to make her feel better with the bitch-marathon, going around her and as a token of *louve*, for being supportive and all ears to my nonsense, love-struck dreams and roller coaster drama that goes on in my life, constantly.

 

GIRLS. Basically you cannot classify them into particular groups or something but then there are typical set examples that actually converges the girl categorization into a few limited ones, 10 as I’ve done.

 

Category 1: The Super-spoilt-bitch

Such girls are the ones who are constantly bothered by the fact of *why is the spotlight not on me?* and get angry on little useless things just to act pricey. Not to forget, they are spoilt, and the reason is they are –dead drop gorgeous. But to add honesty here, they are dumb too. Pretty girls have the right to be!

And to the same sex, they are *not decent*, and they hate them, just to restrict my language morals. (Yeah whatever!)

 

Category 2: The drama queen

Laughing too much, crying too much, thinking too much (or to say pretending to think too much) and looking for attention 24x7 are the Drama queens. All they want is temporary happiness and all of it though!

 

Category 3: The sugar dipped girl

Honestly, I envy such girls. How can you measure each of your word before saying it and dip it into sugar and then speak out. Impossible! But then there are females, who don’t want anything else except happiness, though not only theirs but global happiness. And Except a FEW, others are fake.

 

Category 3: Plastic company ambassador

The local Aishwarya rai’s. They actually cover them too much that they lose out their own identities, be it their faces or their habits or their nature. In layman language, they are plastics. Or as a girl says it, fake!

 

Category 4: The less of *fe-MALE*

Sometimes masculinity overshadows the original sex, and you call them *tom-boys*. There is nothing particularly wrong with them, they are the best company any once can have, outgoing, fun loving, and amazing in all aspect, just a little less in girly habits.

 

Category 5: The Dumb brigade

Most of the girls are dumb. In fact all are, if you ask any guy. (Even though lameness rules in men, they still afford to think that. ha!). Like in “Mean girls”, the dumb actress who could sense rain with her tits, in real life too, there are ‘some girls’ who ACTUALLY believe in something like this! Though they believe anything and everything, they just can’t help being stupid and duh-est.!

 

Category 6: The WALLED girl

When you feel a lot of pain in life, you try and hide yourself from every emotion around you, then you become this strong walled girl, who thinks only from her head and practicality is the only thing that hold a place in her life. Though every girl is emotional, she doesn’t show any bit of it on her face. True sign of decisiveness and an adamant natured will. But then these are the ones that make the most romantic partners too.

 

Category 7: The *Cupid-please-strike-me-SOON* girl

Girl are emotional and way to romantic too. Dreams account for every encounter with a guy and threads of hopes and desires start knitting in her mind, from the very first touch, be it a handshake too. Over –hyper and I want a guy-the soonest, the better; type of girl, are another version of the drama queens.

 

Category 8: The Mean Girl

“I want my work to be done, by hook or by crook”, such girls these are. They can actually Love somebody, Change somebody or even kill somebody (by any mean, be it looks, or (.)!) for what they want. A typical *Ekta kapoor soap Vamp* to be precise!

 

Category 9: The Bookish girl

If books are the last thing on the earth, they wouldn’t mind making out with them too. For them, fun is something that goes way back to a 2 year old kid playing with a toy, ONLY. Nerdy they are and so, end up spoiling the fun others want to have. An irritating breed of girls!

 

Category 10: The GOOD girl

A perfect girly girl, no exaggeration of drama, the right amount of bitchiness, sweetness to taste your buds, helping, loving and the exact portion on nerdy-ness too, adds up to this one. The most wanted by guys and the most hated by girls.

 

Okay! So I’m done with this classification. Girls are *GIRLS*. Bitchy, sweet, loving and yes, most of all; EVERY GIRL IS BEAUTIFUL. And love, respect and dignity are all that she wants.

 

Pheeu! So probably I wouldn’t have written all of it alone, if it wasn’t for you, my half *name-sharer*.

Not more than few months of knowing each other, ive got to know you, and I feel proud that you do too! You are my CATEGORY 10 girl, which I am not saying cause I love you, but as a girl who knows a *female* with all of her sides.( I think!)

Though somewhere I feel my this random surprise for you, is lame, cause it doesn’t really revolve around you, or us but then I just wanted to put down something for the first ever topic you decided for us to write on. So now my NEWEST BESTIE, this one’s especially for you. I love you, your loveliness with my little brother too, and I’m glad to be linked in a relationship with you! 

KISSING RAIN

So, I, the occasional writer/blogger have finally got the JOB of writing something for somebody about a particular theme; though my employer is none other than my sister. Still. She’s proud of my miniature work, and I’m more than contented. If happiest-est-est would have been some word, then surely, that is the feeling.

Monsoonal Love, love in monsoons, or some name with other conjunctions between the two, is my theme.

Even though I’ve mentioned about the seasonal cycle having similar effect on our lives as well as on the weather in my earlier post; for this one I’m supposed to be specific to the monsoonal part only. And so I gotta get my mind on the treadmill. NOW!

One whole sole reason we’ve been sent to the earth, to have a life, is to be in LOVE. To find somebody we love, who loves us unconditionally. To actually end up with someone who fits our mould perfectly, no lose nuts and bolts. Love it is. Simply. Purely. Truly.

When does a story turn into a love story? You meet somebody, story; But when that somebody becomes somebody special, it becomes a love story. And then every little thing in life, from a flower, to a bird, to a cute red heart sticker and to an old love song, seems beautiful. Though they are, they have been, since always, but our realization comes now.

Monsoon has always been specially attached with the feeling of love; be it falling madly in it or the break up humidity. Taking extract from my earlier post, “The rocky patch, the problematic days, with tension of work, family and people around, but the hope of happiness still being there, clusters in for the Monsoon of emotions.” But this is just one face of the coin. There is a lot more to monsoon than just sadness. It brings joy too.

Monsoon brings us close to the nature, close to the love. As and when the little tinkling droplets of rain, the harmony of birds and the glee in the eyes of our lover, shines, like a miracle or some magical moment, it’s nothing but the blooming “First love “ feeling.

The soft showers, the cold breeze and the tingling music of the droplets coupled with the enchanting chirp of the birds play in the background, you would want nothing but your lover beside you. This one moment with your love is the most romantic and one which is cherished for life.

 

Being a girl, we’re born romantic, and love-stories and movies spoil us more, they take us up high in expectations of romance and then  we end up planning or imagining a rain love dance or some sequence of *pyaar hua ikraar hua* happening to us. And hoping something like this happening is not wrong either. We are in love. We’re bound to be crazy and think unnatural and be mad too.

 

 A rain makes us step out, get drenched in it and free ourselves from the social parameters of shyness, if at all any, as in if we face them. Love and rain have been connected since always. The feeling of love augments when monsoons arrive and then to compare the feeling to just happiness doesn’t really suffice. It’s a different world altogether.

My idea of expressing love is way too mushy and this shows in each word I’ve penned down. Anyway, I think my sister will be more than happy to see her little sister growing with each post, (Modest I am. VERY) and with her work done, she surely will be.

So here it goes, especially for you dee. Make everyone spellbound at the Army party and get showered with compliments!

 

SECOND CHANCES

Life doesn’t really give you a second chance. Or it does?

Its 2 am in the morning, switched off my laptop, set the alarm, kept the ac remote and phones next to my head, yawned a couple of times too. I was all ready to sleep until this thought stuck me. It just made me rewind all the decisions I’ve ever took. From the little-kid-making-new-friends, to shopping, buying things to choosing a career, its patterns and to relationships and love.

Pondering over all the innocent ones, like making friends when you just step into school, should I go and say hi to that kid? Or sharing food, pencils, and pens with him/her? One breath and you’re done with these ones. No hustle, no cry. And somehow these mattered. Okay now its kid-dish, but it did when we were 5, it surely did, to some extent. Changing schools, or changing friends, being with new-kid-in-class and forgetting your day-1-friend, this wasn’t really tough deciding. It just happened and we weren’t supposed to explain out the why’s and how’s associated with it.

As we grow up, we realize that as our bodies grow, get complicated, our mind too does and the decisions we are meant to take, get more complicated, and the dilemmas get more evolved with time.

The same how and when of switching some friend, like being more with somebody and losing out to someone you grew up with, happens. But this time, it ain’t simple. It’s complicated. With reasons, why that-person and not me? The jealousy factor, the importance factor, everything creeps in. It gets sad and murky. But the only thing that remains constant is the reason, which is “NOTHING”. We still have no answer but a silence in which we ourselves think “Is it so?” or “why? I don’t feel that ways.” And in the end we are left with the little scratch in our relationships by none other than TIME. The ever manipulative and playable TIME! Ha!

I started with the second chances and don’t know where this difference crept in from. Anyway, second chances. YES! We don’t really have any second option in life though. It’s just a yes or a no. With choosing a friend, either you be one or you don’t. With selecting a career, either what you want to, what you like or something you don’t. Either you are in love or you aren’t. It’s no other way. A YES or a NO. And once we’re done with deciding what to chose, we have to stick to it, all of its consequences as well. No second chance.

But sometimes we get it. When you act stupid, foolish and immature, life gives you one. Honestly, we are puppets sent by god on this earth to entertain rest of them. And fall in love with one of them tooJ. Similarly everybody has their job predefined by him. The GOD! Pretty tough business he does, you see! And when we don’t do as we are supposed to, or go by our will, against his, we get some intuition of something weird happening and we ignore that sign and still do it; then comes our second chance. To revisit that one thing, one decision which we made, to correct it and make everything fall into place; and build a happy world for ourselves.

We all get one. Once or many a times in life, we all do some reckless thing(s), for which the second chance comes and knocks our door. And as there is a happy ending always, everything settles down quite smoothly! It works out. It has to, else as Sharukh Khan says” picture abhi baaki hai mere dost!” it goes on till it becomes PERFECT!

Probably I got one. I think. Maybe I decided some issues, some matters of my life, very swiftly, for which I had to pay later, a huge amount though. And then came, my second chance. It happened. Abruptly but ending in a happier me now. It made me hard, rigid to life, patient, practical and a little less emotional- sentimental, and a much calmer, accepting person. To say the least, I couldn’t have been in love with GOD more.

Life is too short to be unhappy and since GOD knows what we are worth, there will be no settling for dirt. There WILL be a happy ending. Life teaches us everything. All we have to be is a patient learner and it’s gonna be a world as WE SEE IT.

*DILLI* & THE “NOT-SO-COMMON-NO-WEALTH-GAMES”

They call it hot, I call it warm.

They call it crowd, I call it a party.

They call them brats, I call them brothers.

They call it bad, I call it bliss.

They call it traffic, I call it festival.

They call it dirty, I call it dressed.

They call it a sinner, I call it a saint.

They call it a barren, I call it loam.

They call it Delhi, I call it home.

NEW DELHI! It is.

Okay I admit. These are not my words but a forward I got like ages back and with which I fell in love. So I saved it. But I don’t really agree with it TOTALLY. And the only reason that made me not fall for such a masterpiece completely is the pre-COMMONWEALTH GAMES scenario.

Commonwealth games. A matter of pride and honor for every Indian. It surely is.

But this commonwealth is not only revolutionizing Delhi, oops New Delhi but making it more of some NEW-new Delhi.  And something that I won’t be surprised of after the games is the government changing its name to NEWEST -New Delhi or whatever.

Basically, what got me thinking is that this place, our capital is changing so freaking quickly. To be precise, I haven’t seen Delhi changing so rapidly in last 20 years of my life (though I don’t remember all of it, still.) than in the last one year.

In snap of months, not the roads, but the routes have changed. COMPLETELY. It almost took me hours to get to a place and to realize how I’ve reached this place, where I used to be wandering about with my eyes closed, easily (Not literally though). I was disappointed.

It’s not only the routes or the roads; it’s so much more to it. The rupee has finally got a symbol, a very beautiful and traditional one, one that defines India perfectly. But again, why now? Why not earlier, like 10 years back? Or 5 years back? Everything was same; except the deadline for commonwealth games. I would say human nature. We dress up only when somebody is coming over or we are going out but when we are home, we all love your pajamas’. 

But then our country should be dressed all the time. Don’t you all think? Just for us and not to please some athletes who will supposedly like Delhi or India only in the TV interviews and blab about it negatively when they go back to their homes.

This commonwealth, I agree is making India more global, but at what cost? Rising daily commodity prices? Making it more difficult for the lower class people to afford their bread for the day? Hiking the taxes? Increasing the price of everything?  To put it straight, making the gap between the upper class and lower class people wide enough only for the government to play in between.

I’m not detesting the games, neither I’m against the growth, but I’m seriously finding this whole putting up thing nerve-wrecking. If it’s to be beautified, why not do it permanently? There is no need of such temporary changes, new constructions, changing roads, symbols, everything, just for a 15 day game period. I might be sounding so negative, and deep down I also know that all of this is for us, our future, a pretty one. But the only thing that is ticking me in my mind constantly is “WHY NOW? WHY NOT EARLIER?” Just.

Now as my sister read it, she imagined me debating and fighting over this topic. Weird she is. Nonetheless, my best friend, my best critic too. And honestly, I’m not fighting, or debating, or shouting at the top of my pitch, but just writing down what I’ve been felling lately, about this place, which I call HOME.

 To just summarize the idea of Commonwealth games, as per me: it is taking up the COMMON man’s WEALTH to play GAMES with it. Ah! Anyway, I think I should just rest my inner voice which hates the government, a little more than much. And with a hope that someday, it won’t be about any *angrez* but only us, I’m going to start liking the common-wealth-ly consequences and planning’s. I hope.

P.S. love Delhi (or New Delhi). I always did. Will always do.