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! :)