INTRIGUED BY HUMANS

A while back when a friend told me that humans fascinated him, I laughed! A very natural-normal human reaction.

But now, say after witnessing some things*, I actually realized the real deal behind being *fascinated by humans*. It’s true. There’s something that is different. There is something that lures to look at each one of them! Something that you might just want to leave all your work and stare the hell outta him! SOMETHING!! And, my observations so far are:

Observation one: They are weird!

Observation two: They are weird!

Observation three: They are weird!

Today, just a random little coffee break gave me this *experience*. It’s actually strange how you can love and hate the same person. It’s strange how they can react in 1000 different ways with a same person. And the strangest fact, how every one is so distinct that the there is no dearth of weirdness, AT ALL!

So fascinating! Isn’t it?

So basically, on calculating, it’s just a 5 minute deal.

They’re sweet in a first; they’ll make you fall in love with them during the second; they’ll irritate the F outta you in the third; in the fourth minute you might just feel like ignoring them; and by the last one, you probably would’ve made up your mind to kill them.

5 minutes and that’s how the human weirdness takes toll!

Again, so bizarre!

Had I not been an engineer (I WISH!!), I would’ve probably picked one, injected some injections to find out what actually triggers such fascinated behaviors! And for obvious reasons, my first choice would’ve been this weird-fascinating-woman/human who instilled this post’s idea into me! Honestly, One lucky chick*!

                                                                                       

Aah! I think I should calm myself now and get back to some work! I’m going to look out for more fascinating and weird facts about humans and get back here. And I’m sure, as always, they’ll not disappoint me!

Till then, happy reading! :D

REKINDLING THE JOY OF WRITING

Delhi winter mornings, sipping a cup of hot cappuccino, writing what the heart feels and not worrying about work at all; feels amazing!

Oh! Yes my dear blog world, I got a job. Like a real job. Exactly the thing I cribbed about on most of the posts this year. Yes that! : P It’s been almost a month; the first transaction is yet to happen, but what better day than the new years to get a text flashing on your mobile phone saying ‘your-fist-salary has been credited!” Aah! So looking forward to that! :D

So, it’s been a while I’ve written what I felt. Or said. Lot of little little things kept me off writing. Even though the application essays did suck the vocab outta me, but then that’s all claptrap!  Thinking, framing and then writing is not *writing*!

And then there’s a difference in writing *this*. You just don’t have to think! You can go about doing several things and your fingers will just keep typing whatever’s synced with your heart! I’m singing 1234 by Plain white tees, thinking of what to wear for my movie date in an hour, planning my evening schedule for shopping and still writing all this! See, this is the kick *this* writing gives you! Pure joy! :D

There are lotta things, really LOT OF THINGS that are revolving in my mind and heart worth noting down. But then at the same time there are other things that are pulling me down. Stupid work stuff always weighs down your desires. Always! Sigh! Now, I need to get back to the hard reality! SO DON’T WANT TO! : X

Anyway, I missed you Suburban dreamer! And I shall be back with more nonsense pretty soon! Promise!

TRANQUIL HOGWASH

*Palak palak pe khwaab hai, SUN*.

For the first time ever, I’m writing without having anything particular in my mind. It’s like driving on the road without any specific destination to reach. Bas Chalte chalo types! Or talking without making sense. Oh Wait! Which is exactly what I’m doing! Or I do all the time?  Anyway! I just FELT like writing. A feeling I’ve been suppressing since a week, just because nothing ‘that happening’ was happening around. In fact my super theatrical life was going through a weird melodramatic phase, and I didn’t really want some ‘teardrops on my document’ to spoil the happy writings I’ve done so far.

100 words of typical nonsense. A lazy Saturday afternoon. Lot of claptrap running through my mind. Family. Career. Love. Simply, the whole of me. Pheeew!  Being weighed down is not what I want. Being cast off is not what I dreamt of. Being a little-off-the-track-with-life is not my thing. THIS WAS NOT THE PLAN! Sigh! I agree I wanted a Bollywood movie sorta life, but then where is the dancing?! I want to dance, till the day ends, I want to fall asleep dancing, I want to dance every morning, every night, dance when no one is, dance when it’s not OK to dance. I want to never NOT dance. Okay. NO Nagging, NO Cribbing, NO Whining. Period.

I wish I could just pack my bags, not be answerable to ANYBODY, go to a serene frosty place, say LEH, have ‘Shaam-from Aisha’ playing in the background on repeat, with a big mug of Costa’s Caramel flavored Mocha in my hand. Aah! Wonderful! Oh! Add dancing to it too. That’s it. Now it’s a complete pretty picture.

So, Mr. Awesome-dearest-God, your special child lost on the highway of joy is asking for directions. Make it happen. Pretty please.

UNSAID, YET HEARD & UNDERSTOOD

 

9 Am in the morning and I’m sitting at a sooper crowded metro station, waiting for my date! Yes, date. A relationship where I’m the ‘man’ and ‘my little-miss-sunshine’ takes a while to get ready. Okay! It’s a ‘BFF’ relationship. Let’s not make your brains wander on the streets of insanity. (Sober enough! =P)

 

Anyway, a crowded metro station. Office Hours. And hundreds of faces with similar yet different expressions. The only thing common is the mind-race; the thinking that happens behind those stupid expressions. Everybody has something or the other boggling their minds. Half have the weirdness the metro offers, the “Fine! Aaj bhi chipko! Uff” expression; some are bugged with the office tension, “arre yaa! Itna kaam! By god!” and some mad people like me have ‘other people’s mind’ on their mind!”

 

I was just pondering upon the prettiness each facet of life offers, like this one. Such a beautiful concept/fact of ‘unsaid yet understood’ words and feelings. We don’t say anything, yet we are heard clearly. The happiness we feel, actually transfers to lotta people around us, without shouting and screaming! The sadness that makes your eyes moist is understood by some, without you crying about it.  Unsaid yet heard. Amazing, fascinating and beautiful!

 

So in life, there are very few who get these magical powers; the power to articulate your thoughts into words, without you saying it. I call them magicians!

1.       Your Parents

2.       Your Siblings

3.       Your BFF’s

4.       Your Partner

Rest, just pretend to know you, or probably know you like 50%. Not more than that!

 

Parents’- by Default! We’re here cause of their unsaid, yet heard and understood, and happened moments! (Pun Intended! =P)

 

Siblings- Naturally! ‘Khoon ka rishta dude!’ you have the same genes. You tend to think alike! And now that I’m talking about siblings, how can I not mention my sister. She’s a blessing to me. My ‘sab-kuch’ (in-a-filmy-tone). NO DOUBT!

 

BFF’s- So, these are the relationships that we get to chose. And the ones we hold on to, forever types. Right from the day you meet, to the day you become ‘pals/buddies’, and till the day you become ‘inseparable’;  the journey from ‘describable and explained thoughts’ to ‘I know’ happens. They just get to know you, somehow!

 

And the last one; your Partner. - Typical Bollywood scenario, ‘aankho hi aankhon mein pyar’ types and the ‘dil-ka-rishta’ theory. I’m a Loveaholic; (yes! I know that is no word, but if I get a chance, I’ll copyright it to myself and add it to the oxford dictionary :D), and for me this ‘unsaid, yet understood’ feeling has to be there. Meticulously! I know it is developed over time, but then you know it from day one. The click, the eyes, the signs! So if you can’t read the eyes, and you can’t listen to what they’re blaring aloud; then excuse me Mister, ’OK TATA BYE BYE! Nice meeting you!’

 

Aah! I started with my BFF date, went on to metro minds, and finally landed on my regular spot. Gosh! I really need to concentrate on the worldly matters and not heartily ones.

Anyway! My only concern now is the last pointer in the magicians of ‘Unsaid, heard and understood’. So, my dear lover, read carefully. Like VERY VERY carefully! Sun lo, aur samajh lo, Achhe se! =D

 

I'll go enjoy my Date now! Back to back movies! Yay!*

And you guys; Happy dreaming! :D

CHIPAKK KE!

What makes women think that they can fit into a 10cm space, when their own diameter is wider than at least thrice of it? Why do you even have to step in when you see no space? And why on earth, do you scream out “TSK!” when you land your heavy duty foot on somebody else? Hello! You stomped her! 

So while naming this article, the only thing that came to my mind was Red FM’s tag line, “Chaar gaane chipak ke!” minus the songs though!

Yes! I am talking about Delhi metro only! 

Delhi metro, without doubt is the biggest relief, an everyday commuter could get. I’m truly thankful to Mrs. Sheila Dikshit too, but all I’m cribbing about is the way people travel. The way women travel, to be precise. Just because we have a separate compartment, “The mahila coach”, doesn’t mean that you can do/stand/sit/etc. anyway you like!

I’m honestly not interested in looking what you’re wearing, and for obvious reasons I’m not talking about the clothes you’re wearing publicly (pun intended!). Or which shampoo you use. I really don’t want to eat your hair, nor am I some Bollywood hero, who’ll fall for you if you splash your wet hair on my face. NO! Or which perfume you’ve applied (And this is for the only few who do. Rest, please take in consideration, but do not go overboard with it!) So, keep your things to yourselves. Oh In fact! Keep yourself intact with yourself! PLEASE! 

 It’s not that I don’t travel in the women compartment, I do. I walk that extra 50 meters to be in the first dabba of the train, but lately I’ve started to rethink my option of traveling in the general coach. But I failed to be concrete on that! It’s Men Versus Women, here too. Dirty, creepy touching and ogling eyes, VERSUS, lotta women stuck to each other! Uff! Simple yet a preposterous choice! You’re left with no other option than to put yourself through the chipka-chipki! 

I wonder how this thing will be tackled. Because the more ladies compartment you add, there will be more ladies to get glued to! Sigh!

Aaah! So, my dear ladies, please ‘find space and THEN get in’. And ‘not get in and THEN find space’. It would help a lotta little people, like me! With deep respect and love, a ‘hurt-on-daily-basis-metro-traveler-who-wants-to-reach-her-destination-without-anger-and-non-furrowed-clothes’. 

Thanks! :)

MindAtStake-HeartToRescue

Things happen. Things end.

Shit happens. Shit ends.

Happiness happens. And unfortunately it too ends.

 

 

So a teeny-weenie question according to this life rule/fact; “are we supposed to keep a record of these in our head? Or are we supposed to flush it out, the minute it ends?” WHAT?

If it’s the first one, then probably I’m perfectly alright! Mentally, emotionally and All-ally! YAY!!*

And if not (just by chance), we have to flush them out, then I’ve got no other option than agreeing with my friend, who from what angle, in what time, thought I was emotionally damaged!

 

I wouldn’t call myself emotionally damaged, (for modesty sake!) but instead call my brain a storehouse. It’s not that I intend to jot down everything that happens with me on this ‘roller-coaster life ride’; and dream about a fairytale life to make it better, but it happens! My brain, like me, likes to write and hence makes it a point to note down all the murk, all the bliss, and probably all the events that leave me baffled.

 

But I guess it’s natural. Isn’t it? We all have a memory-diary, a mind journal which keeps intact each and every moment of happiness that made us roll on floor, and all the heartbreaks that made us suffer. So clearly, my mind is pretty much inclined towards excessive writing, and hence, it ends up writing thesis about the pain, more than the joy! And to balance, to play the Heroine in my life, I let my heart wander on the streets of love and be palpable enough to dream anything; Dream big-wide and huge!

 

Aah! So, I might be emotionally scared, emotionally cautious, but not damaged. I guess so. At Least *Dil hai ki manta nahi* Right?! :)

DESTINY's CHILD!

How much do you believe in destiny? Would you give like a 100 percent of your life’s trail to destiny?

Would you let the destiny play its games and keep sitting with your hopes tied to it? Would you?

Won’t you do something to make it happen like you’ve always planned? Or like you wanted your life to turn out?

 

I would.

 

I’m a 21 year old, loser-struck, landed up in a sooper happy, educated and unemployed phase of life, where all I do is take care of my house, do homely chores, eat, get dressed and travel to some interview spots and then come home with rejection or unsuitable job offers! But despite all of this, I’m like really really happy! Why?

Cause I’m MAD! Seriously as well as literally, both!

 

One month ago, I was petrified of the way my life was shaping up. I rejected some big monetary job offers for some reason or the other, felt disgusted and miserable to an extent which was unmatchable. But then it’s like a circular affaire, hot and cold, happy and sad; and so I was back on my optimism and positive track pretty soon. Or to say, option nahi tha!  But then Dear destiny played its magical wand and made my life pretty happening!

 

Destiny! Destiny! Destiny!

 

MAD happened! Okay let’s rewind back a year when I registered for this, but things didn’t work out. And to my surprise, their timing synchronized well enough with my sooper-vella time and now I’m a proud crazy MAD-ster! Since then, I’ve forgotten being sad, I’ve lost the meaning of dejection; and murkiness is replaced by bright shiny smiles of my kids!

 

I’m definitely one of god’s favorite children that he’s placed me in a position I’m best suited for. And not pushing papers in a regular 9-5 job! (Though, this definitely does not mean that I don’t want a job! Corporate world: little correction okay! )

See basically, I didn’t really get anything concrete by messing around with destiny, and trying out anything and everything to be employed like my peers. So, what’s the point you know?  I’ve just realized that you’ll get what you’re meant for, with a little effort though. So it’s better to sit, relax, smile and wait for destiny to make its way!

 

Now, to answer the questions. 1. I believe in it 100%. 2. Yes, I’ll happily hand over my life’s trail to destiny and let it ‘make hay while the sun shines’, and then I’ll follow! 3. A little push, and I’ll let destiny do whatever it wants to. In the end, I’ll be happy, which I and destiny, both know!

So, Like Hrithik THE Roshans says in ZNMD; “yeh sab likha hua hai boss! SAB KUCH!” Hence, I’ll play along. Maybe watch it doodle over my life’s page and then color the outline made for me!

 

Dear Destiny, Do whatever you want to. You’ve got the key, the lock, the room (of my life, of course!) and everything! I’ll enter when you’re done and paint it accordingly! Till then; Love and Hug. Your Stupid MAD loser kid! :)

BECOMING AISH! BREAKING THE ICE! GOING MAD!

All our life we have something or the other that we keep waiting for. Like the first date, the first kiss, the first job, the day you get married, and for MAD people like us, we look forward to ICE BREAKERS! That’s the first day we meet our kids. August 20, was my day to explore the real MADness.  

All I knew from days ago was that, this Saturday wasn’t one of the regular Saturday’s. Full night before I was juggling with options of things I would do with the kids, the games I would play and thinking of every other way to get them fall in love with me.

Just before I was leaving, I thought, come on! It’s just 4 little girls. And I’m good with kids. So probably the things will fall right into the mould and it’ll be a cake walk! But you know; Life throws lemons at you whenever your cocktail is over sweet. And Tadaaa! I was late by half an hour! The worst possible loop hole I could be trapped in.

Nonetheless, I reached the place. The distance from the main door to the classroom was a 5 min brisk walk. But these 5 minutes were like ages in my head-mind-heart! Damn! How will it go? Will they love me? Will I be one of their awesome teachers? Will I have somebody looking upto me saying ‘ma’am I love you’? And while I was walking, there were these little eyes which were staring at me, looking from the corridors, running away from us, smiling faintly; All asking me to do some magic on them, and make everything in their life perfect. Aaaaaah! 5 minutes and tons of questions were popping up. 

And then I entered my class, saw the girls. The nervousness, the apprehensions came to a halt! At first, one of them was sad and wanted to go away, but things changed after an hour. I’ll get to that a little later. Others were shy and hesitant. But then somehow we started. We asked them to introduce themselves along with the things they love to do. To our surprise, all they wanted was to get clicked and dance. I’d taken tiaras for each one of them, because that’s one thing that clicks with all the girls, throughout the world. Every girl loves to be pampered and be treated like a princess. I wanted them to feel that way. And they did!

This was it! I found the key to their hearts. And in no time, they were dancing to Jalebi Bai’s, singing at the top of their voices to dhinka-chika and making me groove along with them! There was no stopping them! In next 10 minutes, I was surrounded by 30 little girls from 4, everybody wanting to have a share of the tiara, dance with me, and get clicked, and the bestest of all, Hug me. 

I became their Aishwarya Rai and Michael Jackson man! Like really! Never in my life have I loved Aishwarya Rai this much. Seriously. No offence! :P

The feeling of a kid hugging you with all the faith, trust, dreams and hope covered up in its arms cannot be sufficed in words. They look upto us with faith in their little-big eyes, hoping that we’ll make their dreams come true. And this is when the transformation from ‘THE’ kids to ‘MY’ kids happens.

There are very few things in life worth giving up all your other dreams for. This became one of mine. I can easily give up taking a job, moving to another city, travel or hang out with friends-family, at their stake. I really want them to grow, and be someone big, and then remember me, as one of their favorite crazy teachers. If not the best, then probably one of them.

The worst moment was to come back home, seeing some of their teary eyes, hearing “Ma’am, don’t leave us” and getting a Taaaiiiggghhhttt hug, a little more tightly than the word itself! Oh! And the girl, who wanted to go away, was so busy hugging and loving me that she forgot what her mind was filled with, an hour ago. And then I heard “Ma’am I love you “, in chorus! That was it! Pure bliss! :D

I have MY KIDS with me now. That’s a life PERFECTLY lived in an hour! Aaah! “meraa jaadoo cha gaya!” Yay! :D

Now, I wait for weekends desperately and MADly! Right now, my head is busy playing Natasha Bedingfield’s song- Again: “So I do it…. all over…. again, for you!” And honestly, I’ll do ALL OVER AGAIN! Any-F-time!!

I WAS MAD, AND NOW I’M M.A.D-DEST!

Most of us keep worrying about our troubles; some do it on a regular basis while others do it occasionally. It’s just the degree which varies. Until a week back I used to whine approximately 20 out of 24 hours. And it included the amount of nonsense my brain used to think about, while I was sleeping too. And then something happened! Something so big, that it took the ‘whining and the nagging me’ away from me. And suddenly life seemed beautiful and thankful.  And as the saying goes, count your blessings instead of your troubles, and your life will be much more meaningful and pure.

And that something is M.A.D. a.k.a. Make a difference!  And it’s hit me so hard, that too right in my face that I kept wondering and asked myself, for almost a day, “where the hell had I been? What the hell was I in fact doing!?” Okay, so MAD is an organization, run by the youth of the country, working for the underprivileged kids to provide them with the BEST quality education, so that one day they become as employable as all of us! Just the thought, makes a difference!

You know, I believe, living is just a part of being alive. The other is to make a difference.

It’s just been 2 days. Not even 2 proper days. The first was this recruitment cycle, which no matter what, I had to nail to get into it.  And now that I’m all pumped up and ecstatic about, it’s pretty easy to guess that I’m in it! The moment they called, I jumped, and literally banged my head with the wall, but the pain vanished in about 2 microseconds! See! This is when they say ‘aaj khush toh bahut hoge tum?! Haain! ‘

Second was the Curriculum training! Where they sucked us out, totally! Switching from volunteers to teachers to students was not easy, but required. Cause until unless you’re not in my shoes, you don’t know how it feels. As simple as that! Similarly, we had to swap into the three roles, and get to the gist of the character we had to play.

During my entire 4 year college stint, I’ve taught like a ton of people! My batch mates, my juniors, my super juniors, in fact little neighborhood kids too. But never thought this way about teaching, the way MAD taught us. Never thought that tiny help would make so much of a difference in their lives!

Although, I haven’t really started off with the ‘teaching part’, but yes being there and imbibing from the extremely talented bunch of people out there, hearing their feelings about it, has made me FEEL the difference I will make. I haven’t been as eager with any other venture in my life, as with MAD. I just can’t wait! THE TIME! Sigh!

Aah! So, I’m proudly with the other aspect of Life now. I think different, and I wish to be a part of the difference, and I will make a difference.

So, what do you think? Do you want to? Will You?

LETS RECONNECT!

And now after (wait; March, April, may, June, July and august) 6 months, I’m back to my Dreams and Visions document. Wonder why I believed that giving up on certain things would get me some other things in life. I was stupid enough to believe ‘ek cheez jaati hai toh doosri aati hai’! Darn me!

 

So, HELLO blog world!! I missed you badly! A lot happened in these 6 months and probably too much to be written upon. Losing out on some friend, winning some stupid contest (actually 2 AWESOME ones: P), getting done with engineering, transforming from jobbed to jobless in ONE SECOND, having sad eyes for weeks, Shopping uncontrollably, n numbers of interviews, moving on with rejections, being lost halfway in relationships and WHAT NOT!  Sigh! My life’s been a perfect Movie script. (Directors, kindly read: P).

 

Okay so to settle this wide gap between the blog world and me, I’ll spill the little stupid secret that kept me away from writing. Ooooh! ‘I thought I won’t write till I get a job’. OUCH!

In the awe of getting into the professional line/ the corporate world, I gave up my passion. Uff! And just to tell you, I’m still educated and unemployed!  :S Dammit!

 

Aaah! Anyway, like life has it. Something big is coming, hopefully. And for the sheer happiness of my inner soul, I’ll get back to my passion. As said, Something’s money can’t buy.  J

 

Adios!

SADDA INDIA!

BIZZARE, OVERLOADED, CHAOTIC, JUGAAD: SADDA INDIA!

 

Welcome to the world of New Indians. We are the sophisticated, urban, stylish, mannered yet traditional Indians.

Okay. Stop! Reality check! We are New Indians with a hint of sophistication, only in 5 star hotels; Urban only if we see some villager or a poor chap in front of us. Mannered when we see some less fluent, and somebody collapse in front of us. And traditional when we have a festival or a wedding, and the pictures are to be uploaded on a social networking site.

 

We live life on our terms.

Being a puppet, under the corrupted worms.

All we want is Money and attention.

Without paying our seniors their pension.

We don’t want our bubble of dreams to burst.

But still talk, whine and pretend as if rehearsed.

We are our own superstars with airs too high.

Social networking will never get our final goodbye.

An hour in a day passes by doing nothing.

But calling a sick friend takes 3 days of thinking.

Walking on the streets adds to the traffic.

Reality has transformed to mere illusionary graphics.

Poverty hasn’t diminished or reduced.

We thrive on a daily dose of abuse.

God, Cricket and Bollywood define our world.

With our specious government, under the curl.

We live in an India that changes every minute.

Donning a face, that defines an astute.

We won’t change, even for a blank cheque-book.

Cause our life runs perfectly, by hook or by crook!

RELATIONSHIPS WE CHOOSE

I was just wondering whether we were given a choice to choose our parents or siblings. I could not find any firm conclusion to it, but almost 95% part of me believes in being gifted with them; rather than being given a choice.

At some or the other stage in life, we dislike our parents. We don’t really hate them, because hate indeed is a very huge word, but we dislike them. We all did. And that era of nonsense-striking-every-mind is the teenage period. Or as Katy Perry’s song goes ~ la la la Teenage drama~.

 

Siblings on the other hand are our twins with some year gap! If not really-actually twins! Anyway, we never ever get any hard feeling or any envious feeling for them, cause they are our closest and precious-est treasures. But taking some error in consideration, 5% end up hating their siblings too.

Friends can’t be included in this, because they are totally chosen by us. Here, ’Us’ includes: our ego, our feelings, our mind, and our heart.

 

So I don’t know if the choice ever existed, but then none of us dislike our own thing, or anything we chose for ourselves. So I guess God gifted us our parents and siblings. Aaah! I think I’ve justified my statements as such. But I know I’m creating an illusion by using words like gifted and dislike for the same aspect, but then the lord is never wrong! Hello! He is THE GOD! Like THE ALMIGHTY! And we, some-monkey-transformed-into-human, have to be unsatisfied with everything that comes our way. Be it our parents. So after all that we go through, some hard times and some teenage-drama, we land back on the correct path, just to realize that we have the BEST parents and the BEST siblings.

 

But, we still are left with some places to be filled in our lives. Like our soul-mate/lover/best friend and sister-or-brother from another mother! And these are the ones we choose. I almost wrote 250 words just to come to my point; about the siblings we were never gifted! Or the ones god forgot to give us. Or simply, the choice we were given.

As I mentioned in my last post, my best friends have that STATUS in my heart. But along with them, there is somebody else who isn’t really my best friend, or of my age, but still is an integral part of my sibling clan! Simmi/Samurai/Samaritee/ or anything-everything I call her, is my other little sister, I own! A neighbor, my sister’s best friend, a little kid who grew up in front of my eyes, a girl being transformed to a pretty lady, or from a rebellious, silent teenager to a loud, happy-go-lucky adult; I’ve seen all of her.

 

I thought of writing something for her on her birthday, but then her birthday shopping kept me busy! And now when she was furious; over some petty issues between a big sister and a kid sister; I thought of surprising her, like making up to her. Though she won’t be surprised totally, but it’ll do for a while. I guess!

 

So, Sim baby; I’m sorreee!! Lets Patch-up! Lets KISS and MAKE-UP! I love you, though not more than Shee (sorry!), but definitely not less than her too. J

DOSTEE FOREVER

Somebody smart once said: “When you’re small, the friends you make last big.” And as always I’m gonna take its stand too! We all have a lotta friends but in the end, there are very few, say one or two;  who will get up at 4 am, not whine, and rush to you only because you want to have an ice-cream! And me; being one of god’s prettiest (& modest!) special child OWNS more than 1 of those. We take each other for granted, we don’t talk for months, we see each other on yearly basis; but the warmth of our meeting lasts long!

 

As we grow up, and try to understand the complications of life, the trivial issues which transform from nothing to OMG! ; We realize almost every person likes to cover up. Girls in the MAC, LOREAL way and guys in the generalized way! Finding those, who aren’t really fond of faking, is a little difficult. In fact when you’re in School, it’s the time period of 8 to 2, which keeps us together. The moment we move out of the School, like bid adieu, we find out who is worth our nags; who makes an effort to call us; who takes the first step to meet; and who makes us grounded to the best time of our life, SCHOOL-DAYS.

 

Every phase of our life gives us gems. But like diamonds, best friends are hard to find. It’s not that you don’t find them, you do; but then you have to scan a hundred of them, test your trust on a lotta gems, scratch every stone to check whether it’s your diamond or not. I’ve had my share of scratching, testing, rubbing the stones to get my solitaires. And now, I’m more than glad to have them in my crown.

I’ve collected my diamonds, from all the sphere’s I’ve been in; weaved them in a necklace which dresses my heart. Jeees! I sound like a jewel freak now!!Eeeks!

 

Anyway! Everybody falls for their friend, at-least once; fights with them, keeps on killing them verbally, talk sexy with some, dream, and plan our life too. After our parents, it’s our best-friends who support us through the drama. I think, they are sent just to bring out the best in us, and love also! Again, I don’t know who wrote this, but it’s some smart ass for sure. It goes like:”When it hurts to look back, and you’re scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and your best friend will be there!” I’m in complete awe of it.

 

I’ll end this with one of my favorite forwards. ~ In the rhythm of life, sometimes we find ourselves out of tune. But when there are people like you to provide the melody, the music plays on! ~ **Dhulia, Khanna, Devyani, Komal, Genie, Reeta**; you are my extended family. Probably the siblings God forgot to give me! There’s nothing beyond you guys. There never was. There never will. :D

MUSIC IS WHAT FEELINGS SOUND LIKE

~~ No one else; can speak the words on your lips. Drench yourself in words unspoken; live your life with arms wide open. Today is where your book begins; the rest is still unwritten.~~

“Unwritten”. Natasha Bedingfield’s song, that makes me look life with positivity and surprises-in-store, even when I’m in my murkiest of moods.

 

Our psychology is tuned onto the iterative happy-depressed cycle. One moment we do something good or it happens with us, we become happy. And when we have nothing to do, or something tremors our life, we tend to put a sad smiley mask on our face. Be depressed in short! Among this, one thing where we tend to find peace is by listening to songs. Yes! Music is what triggers our mood-genes, most of the time and in 99% of us. It is one language in which you can’t say a mean or a sarcastic thing. Truly!

 

Joy makes the dancer or the singer in us come out. All we want is to shout out our favorite song or dance to it on full volume. Getting high has another aspect than been drunk. And that is definitely the music. Or when you’re low; depressing songs that hold a really deep meaning, trigger our mind cells that we keep on listening them for hours. Some sound keeps on playing in our head, all the time. Be it joyous or a sad one. In other words; Music expresses that, which cannot be put in words and cannot remain silent.

 

Recently I was reading this book, “THE ART OF CHOOSING”; and there I read a quote, about music that made me pen down all this. It goes like; “Music speaks what cannot be expressed, soothes the mind and gives it rest, heals the heart and makes it whole, flows from the heaven to the soul.”  Honestly, the sound of anything and everything; is music with a meaning. Chirping of birds, Wind chimes, door bell, and our breath, ticking of clock, songs, weeping, love, water-ocean, air and EVERYTHING! Music is what feelings sound like.

 

Music can make us dance. Music can make us sing. Music can makes us fly. Music can make us jump off a cliff. Music can make us fall in love. Music can give us happiness. Music can take our fears. Music can share our sorrows. And Music makes us live. It’s enough for a lifetime, but a lifetime isn’t enough for music.

Love. Life. Happiness. Music; one soul different terms. Hence it is rightly said’ Music and rhythm find their way into the secret places of the soul.

P.s. I LOVE music. In fact; Worship it. :)

JANUARY PRAYER

These icy-cold winters have not only made our hands & feet numb, but the chill has hit some of the hearts as well. I was just pondering over the happenings in the last few years of my life; and realized how every person has a phase, like a part to play in your life. Exactly two years back, when my life was surrounded by shit, like deep-immature-shit; then god had sent a stupid loving angel, to help me walk through my haunted dreams. Correction; a normal-egoistic-friend.  And when my life became a bed of roses, not literally but when happiness was galore, he walked off. Vanished; left; and every other synonym that describes the impact of leaving without informing, and explaining the “OH-WHY-WHAT HAPPENED as such” of the friendship.

No matter how hard you try to stick to somebody, or be in love with, you move on after a while. There are very few people who actually strike the right chord in your heart. Such that, we cry when they feel pain, we smile when they are happy, and most of it, we bear the scar and the emptiness when they leave us. Life moves on and the impact of such people subsides with time. But the void remains and that kills!

I still wonder what happened that made me lose my best friend. Or probably I do. I don’t know! But the haziness and the fogged air in this friendship, has made it reach the danger level; which I detest. Badly. And these winters have made him cold too. I really want it to snow in Delhi, but I wonder if it does, then it’s gonna make his heart more numb to reality, me and a lotta other things.

Aaah! God! Please help me get my Costa mornings back; my super expensive lunch treats back, the ear to my never ending nonsense talks and most of it, my genie back. This is my first, frozen 2011 prayer; a wish which i really want you to grant .Just be around; like always.

I'll wish and I’ll pray. 

FROZEN WISHES

Just when I tried to type, my numb fingers gave up. And now as I try to type something with my gloves on, my laptop gives up! The chill has hit this stupid electronic device too. Aaahhh…its freezing cold! In my almost 21 years of living, I haven’t really witnessed, or felt to be precise, Delhi as cold as this. Delhi never ever had 3 degrees as its minimum temperature! All that’s left is some snowfall, which I really want to see and enjoy!

 

Winters are more beautiful than summers because they aren’t that messy, plus we get to wear more of pretty pieces like scarves, gloves, mufflers and daddy’s huge-sweat shirts! I love this winter season, very-very much, mainly cause of numb hands, ice cold water, hot-chocolate fudges, foggy drives, shivering,  noisy teeth, and less cause of the darkness! Even though it gets murky early these days, but this is the only time of the year when we love the sun, without any hue.

With winters, what one associates is Excess clothing, Christmas, Parties, Hot food and sweets, New Year, and if an undergraduate, then exams too! It’s been 4 years since my college exams have snatched my winter holidays, but just as every dog has its day, now I will do!*evil laugh*This is the last winter spent in blankets and books, together. And the contentment can’t suffice in words!

 

So moving next, like every December 31^st, I made quite a few resolutions this time too, which I intend to break a little later than the last year ones. And these include; Getting a job, teach in some NGO, Earn some revenue out of my writing, Love more, Travel more, click more, Write more, eat less junk, Party more, Drink less, read more, eat a little more less, dance more and eat junk way too less! And like every girl’s shopping list, this resolution list doesn’t end here. There’s a lot on my mind than this word document! I just wonder whether my list will work out well or my laziness will conquer it all!

 

So apart from stupid resolutions which will die a silent death soon, the New Year has bought in much more happiness than I wished or hoped for. Right from getting the full family home, to celebrations, to happy exams and unconditional love; everything. The past year, 2010 couldn’t have been more fruitful, loving and happy. But amidst all this some sadness that has left a deep scar which still prevails in the bottom of my heart. Anyway, without getting nostalgic or regretful or sobbing over what’s not with me, I’ll only be positive, at least in my 1^st post of New Year 2011!

 

Aaah! 2010 has finally left and 2011 is shining bright, though without sun and with frozen days, but along with positivity, joy and eagerness to do something BIG; all around me and in me, I just hope to get some things right for people who matter to me.  So, I wish everybody, who reads this, a “SOOPERB NEW YEAR 2011” with love, luck, happiness, success, positivity and dreams. May the almighty shower you with blessings always!