Sunshine-at-night

Morning Walk or Morning Walker? (Comes from a discussion with a friend…)

2010-11-12T15:12:00.001+05:30

Yes, finally I am the proud owner of a Morning Walker!

For the elite audience who has never switched from Discovery, BBC, and NDTV Profits to the comical Teleshopping commercials @ 11PM, a Morning Walker by definition is “a scientifically designed, health machine based on the proven principle of goldfish movement. By using it for 15 minutes, you get the benefit of brisk walking 10000 steps.”
I had been having those guilt pangs of not being able to go for my regular walks from past 1+ year for various reasons. So, while surfing channels when one day I happened to see a attractive, size zero girl using this urbane looking equipment, it was magical – a eureka! I have a solution. I called up the dealer and ordered and its there!
Now, people say that this machine is not a proxy for those enlightening, early morning walks and nothing could match it. Agreed – because nothing can ever replace the plainness of nature. A morning walk is not a walk, but, an experience in itself… fragrance and colors of freshly blossomed flowers, greenery of the just watered plants & trees, smiles on those toddlers who are learning to walk, hope in the eyes of those old men & women who still see a long life ahead.

Sounds good!

But, how many times are you able to make it? I am not! Even if you make a promise to yourself to get up an hour earlier, you realize that very day the maid is not coming in, or it’s the day for an early meeting/call at office, or something something, and something else…
This machine comes to help then. Everyone has 15 minutes in a day and you just have to close your eyes, relax, stretch out, and enjoy! Yes, I am talking about 15 dedicated minutes of exercise. Also, if you do it just right, then you can have the same effects as that of a walk. Drink a glass of water before starting, close your eyes and visualize the park, the sunrise, the flowers, kids, the grass, and whatever you want too. Imagination is powerful and it can do wonders! After 15 mins, you will feel as revived and calmed as you would after the walk. It is atleast much much better than deciding to go for a walk, and not going for it and not doing anything else also.
So, when life is fast and you have technology for help…use it smart and get the results! I suggest going for the walks as much as possible, but, when it is not happening then going the “Morning Walker” way as Plan B is definitely productive.

Happy walking to everyone!

I am Facing the "Writer's Block"...a few good reads meanwhile....

2010-01-13T21:54:00.003+05:30

Arianna Huffington, a Greek-American author and syndicated columnist. She is best known as co-founder of the progressive news website The Huffington Post. In 2003, she ran as an independent candidate for Governor in the California recall election. In 2009, Huffington was named as number 12 in Forbes' first ever list of the Most Influential Women In Media. Read her on http://www.huffingtonpost.com/

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HAPPY READING!

Short & Sweet

2009-07-21T21:55:00.001+05:30

This was a long due…..

A few days back, my mom called me up in an absolute state of panic….ok, it was not really that much, but, she was unquestionably hassled or puzzled. First, I thought it was earthquake as she is terrified of those. Then I thought it could be my little niece and nephew worrying her, and the troubled grandmother had called me for some break. But, it was something else. Something I did not contemplate, something much more serious which needed my instant consideration and assistance.

The position was like this. My dad (65 +), was using my mom’s cell phone to make a call and incidentally happened to see a SMS in her inbox, which read “Love You.” The SMS had come a few months back and none of them had even seen it before. But, now that he had seen it, he had been asking her about who this friend of hers was? Who had been sending such romantic messages to her? And all sort of related questions. Seems to me that he was suspicious ;)

Obviously she didn’t know and to figure this out she called the “clever me”.

It took me a while to understand the situation as this came to me a bit unexpectedly. For a moment, I could not make head or tail out of it and thought it must be some wrong number who had SMSed her. I asked her to check the date which was of last year. And then recall…recall…and I got it!!! Who else, but, I was the culprit here.

The story is…that last year during Diwali I went to Delhi, my home. Since, my phone is on roaming there, as I always do, this time also, I had borrowed my mom’s phone to be in touch with my friends there. One particular day, my friend A and I were making plans to have a get-together. She had been calling me up several times and I had been sending messages to her about our plan. Where? When? Who all to tell? Who all to not tell? All this and more.......When we make such important plans, it takes hours. After a point of time we were conversing over SMSes and during the end of one such conversation A sent me a message saying “Love you.” This is a usual way of saying bye for us and close the conversation for time being.

So, it was A’s message I had not bothered to delete from my mom’s cell, ignorant of the fact the one day such a situation could arise. I told my mother the entire thing and recited A’s number to her (987…….) to ask her to double check that the SMS is from this number. Of course it was. She breathed relief, but, what she could not understand was why two girls should say “Love you” to each other (generation gap there) and then finally ……...finally she laughed and my dad sitting behind her also laughed and anyone who ever heard this had laughed and would laugh!

All said and done, I am delighted that my dad is still so passionate about her that he questioned her on seeing the SMS.

I am also wondering what he would have done if he had seen some of the other SMSes from my female friends and many of them from A (She is going to kill me for this) which go like… “Will call you in a while sweetie,” I love you and miss you loads,” “Love you loads my dearie, Goodnight….sleep well” and so on…..

Go Green! Some Tips Collected for a Project....Reusables

2009-07-15T21:52:00.001+05:30

Install compact fluorescent light bulbs (CFLs) when your older incandescent bulbs burn out.
Unplug appliances when you're not using them. Or, use a "smart" power strip that senses when appliances are off and cuts "phantom" or "vampire" energy use.
Wash clothes in cold water whenever possible. As much as 85 percent of the energy used to machine-wash clothes goes to heating the water.
Take shorter showers to reduce water use. This will lower your water and heating bills too.
Walk or bike to work. This saves on gas and parking costs while improving your cardiovascular health and reducing your risk of obesity.
Consider telecommuting if you live far from your work. Or move closer. Even if this means paying more rent, it could save you money in the long term.
Use a water filter to purify tap water instead of buying bottled water. Not only is bottled water expensive, but it generates large amounts of container waste.
Borrow from libraries instead of buying personal books and movies. This saves money, not to mention the ink and paper that goes into printing new books.
Buy in bulk. Purchasing food from bulk bins can save money and packaging.
Wear clothes that don't need to be dry-cleaned. This saves money and cuts down on toxic chemical use.
Invest in high-quality, long-lasting products. You might pay more now, but you'll be happy when you don't have to replace items as frequently (and this means less waste!).

Inside story of Azim Premji's next billion-dollar plan

2009-07-15T21:43:00.001+05:30

Posting it here as I feel proud of being part of the Wipro family......

http://ibnlive.in.com/news/forbes-india-inside-story-of-azim-premjis-next-billiondollar-plan/95978-7-single.html

A Royal Book BY Indu Sundaresan…Quick Review

2009-07-12T23:04:00.001+05:30

Finally I finished reading the book of kings and queens, the book of the royal lady called Nur Jahan, the story of her life, her struggle, her passion, her desires, her love and her lust. A a new genre of romantic history.

The story begins with the birth of Mehrunnisa (commonly known as Nur Jahan), her entry into Emperor Akbar’s court, her love for Salim and her passion to get married to him.

The descriptions in the book are living and breathing, the words seem alive and the reader feels as if a time machine has taken us back to that era, that aura! When the author talks about the court, her description makes you feel if you are the one sitting right there and observing the proceedings. When she talks about the Women’s palace, you feel you are inside it and enjoying all the royal pleasures. When Salim betrays Akbar, you feel hatred for him and you would want to go and stop him!

Something different about the book is the fact that it does not dwell too much into the positive character of Mehrunnissa. It doesn’t all the time talk about her beauty, her charms. It also brings into light her not so positive shades.

Finally, this is a story of romance…..Merhunnissa's romance, her quest to conquer Salim and to become part of the royal heritage and history. That is what comes outright in the book.

A good read......"The Twentieth Wife"

Totaly fascinated by this new Coke Add....

2009-07-12T17:00:00.000+05:30

The lyrics go here...

Strange love
Even though you hurt me I feel blessed love
Baby I'm your puppet on a string
Making me tumble and swing
Trouble's what you bring
Strange love
Strange love

Strange how
You control my every little move now
Hanging from your strings is all I know
Starring in your puppet show
Never let me go
Strange love

All the things you've said and done
There's no space for me to run
Baby I've lost and you have won
cause' all I really want is
Strange love

Even though you hurt me I feel blessed love
Baby I'm your puppet on a string
Making me tumble and swing
Trouble's what you bring
Strange love
Strange love
Strange love

Goodnight Thoughts

2009-03-13T23:22:00.003+05:30

Life is fun, when things go your way. And things go your way, when you want them to be! I hope to have all the fun I can.

SMS

2009-03-13T23:18:00.001+05:30

Those asking me when would I restart blogging.....do wait and watch! I will be back, and that too with a bang!

2009-03-06T23:44:00.001+05:30

Though I am anti-soft drinks, but, this line from a famous cold drink add does ignite me:

Aage badhne ke liye sirf ek connection jaruri hai.........aapka, aapni pyaas se!!

How true!!!

All is Fair.......

2009-03-05T11:14:00.006+05:30

Now I am sitting in the comforts of my office, but, only minutes back I had found myself in the mother of all traffic jams, moving at the speed of a paraplegic snail. Being in Bangalore for past two years now, I can usually tolerate the frequent traffic since I’m always beside the driver’s seat and it the headache of the other person. For me, after being stuck for a while around the same cars, same buses, same trucks, I have now started to feel a bond growing between me and Bangalore traffic. My time pass is to study them all as if you're studying new roommates!

But, today, I could understand how annoying it is. The jam was visible as soon as I had started from home. Actually the news came to me much before that. In this fast paced technological world, you get to know what is happening outside sitting at home. (Anyways, that is a topic for different post). I was still getting ready at my usual tempo at home, when a perplexed and hassled friend of mine, decided to break the news to me. She was there, in it, trying to reach to our Electronic City Office! She called and told me how terrible it was and what all she had to face. Actually, thanks to her I was a bit mentally prepared to face the trauma. But, the positive me still thought it would be ok by the time I start. I decided to drop the idea of EC and go to the Madivala office, at least for the time being.

Under the sun, as I walked all the way from home to office, with my monster like laptop bag, I especially took notice of my surroundings. I could not see the road, it was only traffic and people were chaotically running here and there in the “Let-me-reach-office-or-let-me-commit-suicide” mode. It was a mad rush. People wanted to reach somewhere, they were walking or driving somewhere (yes, lanes don't exist here). Everyone wanted “speed” and “space”, but, where too???

These were the difficult times, when you need all the optimism stored in you to come out. I also did not give up.

For some time I tried to hire an auto. But, in vain. The auto drivers would look at me like zombies when I would say “Bhaiyya, (company name undisclosed) ke Madivala office chalna hai?” Some of those who managed to understand and comprehend the reason why I am asking this question, showed the courtesy of nodding their heads and moving away. Rest, who were more cognitive then others, thought and spoke only in their brains somewhere and moved away. But, me being me, could read that too. Their brains were shouting, “Look at this fool, how she can even ask this question? Doesn’t she know there is a massive jam near Silk Board?”

Now, I had no option, but, to walk up to my company’s Madivala office. I have always been thankful to my company for having offices at all locations. At least, if you do not reach your fixed location, you can swipe in and swipe out from somewhere (and work also if you wish too). The journey was another awesome one. It was hot, I was carrying my laptop and there was no space on the earth to walk! Most of the people were walking with an “I don’t care” attitude and a few, I noticed, were looking around with the kind of surprised expression I had. Whenever my eyes met someone in the second category, we would give each other a 'Can you believe these lunatics?' gesture.

And how can I forget that the honking was at its high and could have removed the stitching from my clothes.

For a few minutes now, I had begun to notice a how bikes, two-wheelers, cycles were trying to find their way through the tight traffic jam, fitting through the spaces between cars and buses, that directly violates all rules of physics. With every close pass or hit of someone else's side mirror, these little less equipped people would give an 'excuse me' expression, almost as if the matter was out of their hands and then slowly but surely would kept moving forward until they finally wedge and park themselves somewhere till the next move. It almost seemed like a game of chess between these small modes of transportation and the biggies on the road. I was wondering when all hell will break loose.

Now comes the climax, the cause of all this and I am so proud to say that I saw it! Only a few would have that pleasure as the rest would be busy in just crossing that damn traffic. I was walking at my own velocity and could spare some moments to see it all. Now, amongst many, I can boast of being the one who had visited the site of the problem and knows what it was.
As I walked, close to Silk board, I saw a truck that had about 20 people standing around it. This is one of those things that you must see to believe; a truck in the middle of a traffic jam, full of people tripping around like they're participating in Obama’s first Congress Speech. Incidentally, the truck decided to breakdown in the middle of the road and for some reason Bangalore doesn’t have a traffic disaster recovery system yet. So, the truck was still stuck there and of those 20 people standing there, 2 were trying hard to mend it. Rest, I thought were observers, supervisors, or moral boosters!

Interestingly, there was no sign of panic there. The restoration work was going slowly and soundly. Things seem to be under control. There was no sign of unrest also in those commuters who had crossed the truck breakdown point. In fact, they had the satisfied look of “Finally, I crossed it, now the traffic would be smooth for me”. So, only people who were uselessly panicking were those who were far behind on the road and had no clue of what had happened and when and how they would move ahead.

Well, then I walked down further and reached my office.

My plight is over there. As far as I am concerned, it is fine with me! How we could curb these jams or these traffic mis-managements is another discussion! Tomorrow I will hit another traffic jam which would have occurred because of another truck, or no traffic lights or an accident in that particular area and then we will again think.

“Kisi ka jeevan hai sapna, kisi ka sapna jeevan hai!!”

2008-12-04T22:01:00.001+05:30

After “Balika Vadhu” made an impression and shaped its own special place in hearts of television viewers of all ages, another daily soap launched again on Colors grasped my attention last night. I had watched its promos before, but happened to watch the serial yesterday.

I was working late (from home) and in parallel watching television to keep myself awake. I happened to watch one episode of this serial named “UTRAN” at 10 PM, and really liked the way it has portrayed the life of economically weaker sections of our society from a small girl’s perspective.

The serial shows an innocent little girl, a maid’s daughter, who is confused why she cannot cut cakes, blow candles and wear new clothes on her Birthday. Iccha, the little kid, does not really understand or agrees to the disparities in the society and is persistently inquiring the same to her mother. She wants to be like the rich girls flaunting their nice-looking dresses and dolls which she sees at homes where her mother works. But she, at the end of the day, has to keep contented with all the used and worn-out things she gets once these kids chuck them away. And when her mother tells her that it is all about “kismaat”, she tries to find out if she can buy her “Kismaat” from a vegetable vendor.

Some people might feel bad as the serial rubs in the fact that maids or their kids are given discarded things. I respect this sentiment. But, I do not want to be negative personally. For me, not showing such things will not change facts. The program leaves me contemplating on three things for now: One, some petite things which we take for granted can be prized for someone else and if I can be a little insightful and sensitive, it could aid bring smile on someone’s face. Two, I can be once in a while grateful to the superpower which drives the world for giving me whatever I have. Three, every child has the right to get the best things in life….for that matter ever human being.

As the title says, “For someone, life is a beautiful dream, for other it’s a dream to be able to live!”

THINK NEGATIVE

2008-11-30T14:18:00.001+05:30

You dont have to always think positive. Sometimes, THINK NEGATIVE: to corruption, to crime and to dirty politics.

2008-11-30T11:43:00.004+05:30

What is worse then death is to realize that you only have a few moments of life left.

When you have an inhaler in your bag, yet, you can take only a few breaths.

You have enough balance in your cell, yet you can make only a few SMSes.

You have all the love in your heart, yet you cannot express.......

As the guns point to you and they shoot, you are still deciding which of the two can save your life....Bhagwaan or Allah?

Conversation with the Dead

2008-11-30T00:09:00.003+05:30

Today morning, I spent sometime in front of the Television. And when I say “sometime”, it means some emotional moments. I must accept I was at the verge of breakdown and tears rolled out of my eyes as I witnessed those funerals. I did not know any of them but as I write this post, my heart cries and thanks ITS chief Hemant Karkare, officer Kamte, officer Salaskar, and officer Sandeep Unnikrishnan and many more unidentified yet brave soldiers who laid their lives struggling to free Mumbai from the chains of those shameless animals who like an epidemic are destroying the society.

I want to have a heart-to-heart talk with these soldiers and tell them a few things:

Officer Hemant Karkare, your funeral ceremony was shown across all news channels.In midst of this, a small yet very important piece of news reported by one news channel got lost by most of us. But, I somehow managed to remember and think over it. The news said that initial investigations have revealed that “officer Karakare's official bullet proof vest was of inferior quality”. Please tell me if this news was true? If yes, then then, it is both a shame and shock to me and I apologize to you on behalf of this nation. Why did you die for a county which can't even provide you bullet proof vests?

Dear dead soldiers, as the nation offers condolence to your families, we, the commoners, also need to ask ourselves…..do we deserve such ultimate acts of love and sacrifice from you, because, as you die the majority of us watch with apathy, but, are more concerned with sensex and match reschedules than law and order and national unity and pride. When will common people like me ask a simple question to our conscience “what can I do to change this?”

Officers, It is wasting your lives to die for a country so soft on terrorism where nothing changes except the numbers of you dying increases while for our leaders (be it the ruling party or the opposition) “India is STILL shining”. Even a child would understand that an attack of this magnitude had to be planned for months or over a period of time. This incident shows that Indian intelligence agencies have no intelligence gathering capabilities, so why die for it when there'll be nothing except a medal for your family as martyr after after martyr has died while opportunist fool after fool has prospered and ruled?

My only prayers now are that may your near ones live long and be proud that you had the courage in the land of the weak and may your name shine long in the land of the living dead.

Thanks!
Priya

If.....

2008-09-11T21:24:00.002+05:30

If life was simple,
If the vision was straight,
If the fog was clear,
I would not wait....

I would not wait,
to laugh with you,
to see the birds,
to touch the dew....

To touch the dew,
and make hills of sand,
to dream all colors,
to hold your hand....

To hold your hand,
to reach the sky,
to make the rainbow,
and never say GOODBYE!!!

Motivational thoughts......by Me :)

2008-08-27T23:36:00.003+05:30

Things were not always the same. They were worse.

We were a land of snake charmers, who had nothing to do with the rapid pace of developing world, where women were a means of producing children, were sati was not an evil , but, a "proud" ritual, where widow remarriage was a crime, where education was a delicacy and girl education was "not needed", where a handful of outsiders could come, divide, exploit and rule for nothing less than a 100 years.

Then, few amongst us decided to revolt. They did not agree to what was happening around us. They wanted to raise a voice. It was not difficult. A change is only a matter of making noise. If something is wrong and we decide to oppose it, sooner or later, the results are positive. It is all about believing in yourself and proving your point. The need is to "Take the Lead" and move ahead.

And so, revolutions happen and will keep happening in the world and in our lives.

Changing Perspective - "The Next Level"

2008-08-11T19:30:00.003+05:30

I always want to reach to the next level.
I am never satisfied with the status quo.
I want to desire for greater heights.
I have a need for more to do.

How to reach the next level?

I thought, it is by implementing our ideas, desires, and aspirations.
I thought it is by our "Acts."
I thought the journey to the next level starts with a step forward.

But, in my journey I realized,

Going to the next level is hard and it is easier said then done
....grass is always greener on the other side.

So, I decide, I step back and I do not want the next level.

!!!

2008-08-05T20:36:00.000+05:30

Sometimes I see a justful order
Behind the things that seem to be
Somewhat down the surface seen
I see some hidden games and schemes

I assure this fact through stances felt
It relaxes my heart and soul
When in life I do my bit
And leave results to your will.

Sometimes I see a justful order
In the way our lives arrange
Giving us what we deserve
Planned to stand and fall somehow

In a rightful manner, time, space

Inspiration - The X-Files

2008-06-24T20:42:00.002+05:30

Life... is like a candy box - sweet yet harming, can be a pain in the tooth, perfect gift which you would enjoy only if you are a child, unreturnable. So, you're stuck with it. It is tempting and you always want a little more though you know its consequences in large doses. Sure, once in a while you get a the peanut one or your favorite flavor or an English toffee but it's gone too fast and the taste is fleeting. In the end, you are left with nothing but the useless empty wrappers which you have to throw into the dustbin......

Dedicated to my Birds - One died, other I released.....

2008-06-24T20:36:00.003+05:30

They would laugh, they would smile,
they would eat, they would chirp,
they were inside the little cage'
still no regrets - because they were together.
He died, and she lived,
she did not know how to fly,
but was left alone in the world,
she waited for him to get up,
to protect her, to love her,
but, he had made her strong,
and left her to face life,
to be with a new mate,
to enjoy out of sadness......

2008-06-05T16:22:00.000+05:30

I had a friend in childhood. She stayed down the stairs and we studied in the same school. One summer, on the very last day of our two month break she told the rest of the group that she visited Kashmir during these holidays. I was surprised and amused at this because all the 60 or so days I had met with her every day and played all sorts of sports and games. I was speculating if she went to Kashmir one night and came back by morning. I deduce her problem was that she wanted to go to Kashmir and her parents never took her. So, she persuaded herself this way.

I asked her what she saw there and she did have her answer ready, “Polar bear.” I guess she thought every snowy place had polar bears.

Then another afternoon, we had got our results and were returning back from school together. She was in a different section, but, same grade. I knew she is not very strong with her studies, yet, I asked about her marks. She said this time she had studied hard and she topped the class.

Next day I got to know she was second last.

She was excellent at singing. She had participated in an inter-school singing contest. After the competition and the kids who had gone for it came back, I and another friend asked her the result. She said, she stood second and got a silver color trophy. I congratulated her. Later it was announced during the prayer time that she had won the first prize and got a gold color trophy. This time I could really not figure out what went wrong.

I guess she thought if she’ll tell us about the gold color trophy, we’ll snatch it from her.

Once she flunked a class and did not tell anyone. I anyways found out. I was endorsed to the next class and one day I had to go to the lower-grade as a monitor in a free period. It was her class. She saw me from far and could comprehend that I am coming in, so she left the class and did not return for that entire period. I asked her classmates about her name and they validated.

She thought happily that she had fooled me. I never tried to make her think otherwise also.

One fine day, in the evening when we met to play, she was disturbed over her mother not buying her a new school bag. She told us that she is an adopted kid and that is why her parents don’t behave well with her. On returning back home, I told my mother about this. My mother decided to call her mom next day. When she did so her mother said that my friend had told them that rest of us have teased her that her parents have adopted her and that is why they are not buying bag for her.

Seeing her upset they had rushed to buy a bag for her in the evening.

Smart girl!!!

2008-04-29T15:19:00.002+05:30

You dont have to always think positive. Sometimes, THINK NEGATIVE: to corruption, to crime and to dirty politics.

Let's Get This Straight -------------

2008-04-17T16:32:00.001+05:30

They say “When you don’t look straight you lie.” So, judging if someone is lying to me is to try and look directly into her eyes….if the person looks back, s/he is true, if not, s/he is lying. Simple!!

But, is this in itself apt? Maybe this is a truth test. But, for me there are many more times when I don’t look into a person’s eyes and I am not lying…..

Like,

1. When I am praising someone or when someone is complimenting me
2. When I am telling someone how much I care for them
3. When someone is crying and I am trying to make her feel better
4. When I am breaking bad/sad news
5. When I am talking to my elders (sometimes)
6. When I am ill and talking
7. When I am shy
8. When I am uncomfortable or self-conscious
9. When I am scared, nervous or in a hurry
10. When I am not interested in talking
11. When I am insecure
12. When I am letting out a secret
13. When someone is scolding me
14. When I am talking to a group
14. When I am revealing my real age

…………………and many more

Wait…..does this mean…I am never looking straight while talking?

Hell. I never realized!!!

I am Myself....Can I be please???

2008-03-29T23:18:00.003+05:30

Children need to understand their parents; or is it vice-versa? At times, it is not a war of generations, NO. It is a battle, a struggle of identities, of individuals wanting to proove themselves right. Of souls wanting to set free and do what they desire.

I have a friend. She is 24 years old. She wants to enjoy life, go out to see the world, do a job of her own choice, learn music and more.....

But, her parents want her to do a mundane 9 to 5 join, earn some bucks for her pocket money, marry and then ultimately produce kids. Nothing wrong in all this, only the fact that she does not want to do any of these....:)

I have no solution to her dilemma and safely wanting to come out of the discussion, I told her that her parents are concenred about her, that is why they say all this. She should understand them and talk out her perspective, do what she wants and enjoy......All will be fine. But can she? I don't know...maybe, maybe not!

BTW, this post is incomplete.....bet who can complete this?

Don't Love....Eat Chocolates!!

2008-03-12T09:50:00.002+05:30

The phenylethylamine (PEA) found naturally in chocolate is said to stimulate the same reaction in the brain as falling in love........

So, people....its better to eat chocolates....:)

JuSt a CrAzY CoNvErSaTiOn!!!!

2008-02-28T21:26:00.002+05:30

In the thick of the crazed work environment at office managed a quick telephonic chit-chat with my closest friend Aman. Before I get to the bit of conversation which I want to highlight, a sentence of genuine appreciation towards the meticulousness with which she has maintained this long-distance connect with someone as lazy as me for past one year. If it was not for her, I would have definitely missed knowing a wonderful person so close. Anyways, this is not supposed to be testimonial for her.

So….our discussion started from generic things like clothes, weather, friends, etc etc etc etc etc etc etc etc…………….then working late at office… and finally money.

And then I said…”Why do we need to work? For money. Is it not possible that there is ample money around the world which all of us can distribute?”

Mad enough like me she said “Priya, wouldn’t it be better if money would grow on trees?”………yeah….very common thought, yet very exciting!!

I said “….there would be complete parity around us in that case...no poverty, no biases, no sufferings”

So, she said with a fire in her voice believing what she is saying would turn true “I wish it was like this. Instead of money there would be trees with all essentials and luxuries. A tree of utensils, clothes, books, computers, DVDs, mobiles, toys, food, (Not to forget we also decided that there has to be a tree of chocolates and had we continued discussing tree types without doubt she would have wanted a tree of pizza and Pepsi completely to herself), and all that we would need for lifetime.

Then I said, “There could be a tree assigned to each of us right from time of birth. This tree should help fulfill all the needs of that person throughout life!

Great! What an easy life…..!

Me and Aman both say together: “Guess we have gone crazy, but we are creative!!”……..or atleast we believed so because otherwise there was no out of world creativity in all this. This thought would come to most of us most of the time.

But…..an afterthought…..what worth would be a life so easy? No needs, no passion - no passion, no struggle – no struggle, no win AND NO WIN, NO HAPPINESS!!

And I am confident that Aman will second that…….:)

2007-12-25T10:28:00.001+05:30

http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourbrainquiz/

I got Green when I tried this!

Of all the brain types, yours has the most balance.You are able to see all sides to most problems and are a good problem solver.You need time to work out your thoughts, but you don't get stuck in bad thinking patterns.You tend to spend a lot of time thinking about the future, philosophy, and relationships (both personal and intellectual).

2007-11-29T21:13:00.000+05:30

Someone sent me a link to the site “101 ways to relax”….:)

It had good techniques including message therapies, morning rituals and meditations, holistic healing using crystals, relaxing candles, relaxing music and much more.

What attracted me most was the topic “Relaxation by Self-Hypnosis.”

This is what I absorbed from there:

Hypnosis as we all know is purely a psychological condition of altered state of mind in which some people may be induced to show various differences in behavior and thinking, like heightened suggestibility and receptivity to direction.

Self-hypnosis is a type of hypnosis in which you add visualization.

Try this: Simply start with your toes and work all the way up to your head saying "My (toes) are heavy and relaxed" 3 times... with each part of your body... and while you are saying the words, focus on relaxing that muscle/body part... feel it happening. Once you master this, also start picturing yourself in a beautiful place. Like maybe on a beautiful island, pleasant wind blowing through your hair, sun warming your skin... the smell of the salty, sea air wafting by. Or any other peaceful, serene place of your choice. Hear the waves crashing on the shore, the gulls in the air. You are walking across the sand, feeling it warming your feet. Think of nothing else at all….

There you are... hypnotized... easy, was it?

Count to five, come back to the here and now... and the feeling of accomplishment is sometimes overwhelming.

And the purpose of hypnosis?

Unlimited! It is effective if you are seeking relief to the struggles of weight loss, smoking cessation, stress management, pain management, sleep, or phobias. And the list goes on.

It requires no drugs, no doctor's offices, no prying psycho babble. No money into medicines, parlors, therapies, creams or anything. It is just free!!

All it needs is your continued practice in your own home, at your own pace, using your own skills and imagination.

2007-11-29T20:45:00.001+05:30

Life is strange. None of us knows what life is…is it science, art or something else?

Often I think about it. I have strange thoughts in mind. Where do we come from? Where do we go to? It is strange because we don't have answers to every question. Even science fails to answer these. We think, search, and still do not have the answers to everything.

However, just imagine what would happen if we knew it all. If we knew what is life? What if we were born with a paper in hand, with details of what we were before this life, what we will do in life, we would die and how would be our life after death. Exciting yet scares me! If we knew all this then Life would become useless. We would stop thinking, believing in anything as there would be nothing to unfold. Life would be mundane, unexciting…

So, it is this curiosity of what is going to happen next minute, which lets us enjoy, love, trust, and believe in others and ourselves. It encourages us to discover, to move on, to struggle, and to fight……TO LIVE!

Reminds me of the song:

"Isn't Life Strange"
Isn't life strange
A turn of the page
Can read like before, can we ask for more?
Each day passes by..........

@ Conversation

2007-10-16T17:46:00.000+05:30

“Does it or does it not?” she asked me. I said “Not really, but maybe.” She giggled and said…………..

Ok…let’s start from the starting!

We were having this exchange, P (my best friend) and me.

The debate started with me putting up a naive thought to her. “Can I at this point of time get into what I really want to do in my life? Can I leave my job and join social work, or start my own social organization? Can I pen a book and get it published? Can I take dance classes or learn an instrument or study something? Can I travel around the world” She said that I can definitely do all of this as my family is capable enough to back me. That is anyways true. But, I always wanted to do all of this on my own, without any support…right! Which means, I need to have lot of green stuff with me, quit my job, and then get into all this. Which also could mean that after sometime I may not have all that money in my hand, it maybe there it may not be! Which means there maybe times, when I find myself financially unsettled.

She asked me, “How much does money matter to you? Does it or does it not?” I said “Not really, but maybe.” She smiled and said “This is the Catch-22 of life, you need to take the risk.” We closed the topic.

Now, I need to think if I want to take that risk, what is important to me – satisfaction or money!!

Today was Tomorrow Yesterday......

2007-10-16T17:40:00.000+05:30

And…..
You thought you’ll do it tomorrow
You felt tomorrow will be sometime later,
You imagined tomorrow to be far away,
You wanted to rest before tomorrow comes,
You liked saying “Will see it tomorrow,”
You tried, but left it for tomorrow,
You craved, but you had to wait for tomorrow,

But,

Tomorrow never comes…..

It’s only today that you saw yesterday.

My interpretation of life

2007-10-10T14:43:00.000+05:30

Dictionary meaning: Life is a condition that distinguishes organisms from inorganic objects, i.e. non-life, and dead organisms, being manifested by growth through metabolism, reproduction, and the power of adaptation to environment through changes originating internally.

But, is that all about life?

So, here is my meaning: Life is colors, craze, adventure, smiles, delight, love, passion, surprises, affection and synonyms. Yes, I know for some of us life is not as out-and-out as all the words I have put here. But, at least I think of it this way. I guess it makes me feel all happy.

Rest all for me is non-life.

But, since this blog is not all about me, let’s talk about the times when life puts a person to a checkmate situation? PAUSE. A point where we are left thinking……..what is happening and WHY? When things seem going out of control. When world seems gloomy and hopeless. What do we do then?

Well, different people different strokes. I could finger three broad blankets around me:

1: Those of us who give in considering this time as the worst thing that could happen to us. We start feeling helpless and cry and crib and go to nowhere. We loose more and more. Surprisingly, most of us fall into this space.

2: Those of us who start struggling hard to find out a solution, find the answers to our worries. Some we get easily, some we struggle to find out and some we don’t get and would never…...so we forget. But, we still struggle and leave everything else for this. So, maybe we find out the answer one day, but still we loose everything else. Surprisingly again, a lot of us come in this list too.

3: And a handful of us say “This bad phase is a part of life, and we’ll not give up our peace for this. We’ll do what we planned to do and this will go side-by-side. ” Then we win. Though this seems simple when written, yet, to do this needs lot of courage. To be not disturbed and not fall into the trap of worries needs guts.

A simple exercise for others, you, and me:

1. Step back in time and think of all times you have felt that everything around is falling.
2. Answer yourself which category you fall into
3. Try to get into the third category if you are not there, because we all must win!

Whatever and however it is, you must face it, live it and enjoy it. And after all it is not that bad. Remember, after every dark night comes a warm, fresh morning.

So, live and get going! Cheers to life!

4 U

2007-09-25T11:27:00.001+05:30

When my love,
the worlds seems gray,
and life moves away from you,
Then....
Look at me, and call me
Say "I need you,"
And I shall be there, against all odds,
Then....
Ask me, how much I love you
I shall answer with no words,
Only my eyes,
my smile!
Then....
You hold me into your arms,
And I shall quiver with your touch
You come into love, into my heart
And we shall be together always.

2007-08-20T21:59:00.001+05:30

*Saturday afternoon, 1PM, me trying to sleep*

“Kit Kit Kit Kit”

That voice…no rather that noise was getting on my nerves………..

“Kit Kit Kit Kit Kit”

Into my brain.............

“Kit Kit Kit Kit Kit Kit”

“Kit Kit Kit Kit Kit Kit”

Into my whole system...........

I could comprehend that it was coming from somewhere near my house. I got up and decided to go out and yell and curse the creator of this ear-piercing, sound. While walking towards the door, I framed what all I can allegate on this person. Something like, “Do you have no sense? People are trying to sleep here, get lost!”

So…..I went out.

…...And I saw him. Seeing him my anger vanished. It was tough, difficult to get annoyed at him.

I could see his bones. He must not have bathed for past 2 days, I am sure. It was hot and sunny and he was busy mending the road. His clothes were torn off and he had bruises all over his body. He looked hungry and sleepy, but he concentrated hard on his work. Dust was settling all over his head and face, but it did not matter much to him.

He did not look at me.

He was small, lean, black, dirty, about 8 years old.

I looked at him for 5 minutes.

* Me back to home and into the bed*

What is it?? [Incomplete]

2007-08-17T00:00:00.000+05:30

It is.....

away and close,
near and far,
small and large,
sweet and sour,
bad and good,
hate and love,
truth and lies,
soft and loud,
ugly and pretty,

It is there and here,
nowhere,
And everywhere.....

It is..........
Life!!!

Some thoughts by a very close friend.......

2007-07-31T11:02:00.000+05:30

Today I needed my friend the most,
A shoulder to cry on, A hand to hold on,
A heart to understand me, A finger to guide me
A child to cheer me, An angel to hear me,
But Alas! Life has other ways,
I walked towards her,
Got a sensible response,
34 days, so what?
Today it is a different day,
Yes - A very different day,
Missed my friend like never before,
Every moment and every beat,
Today I needed my friend the most.

SPEEEED....BASICS!!!

2007-06-28T12:45:00.000+05:30

Formula One, abbreviated to F1, and also known as Grand Prix racing, is the highest class of auto racing defined by the Fédération Internationale de l'Automobile (FIA), motor sport's world governing body.

Its headquarters are in Place de la Concorde, Paris. Its current president is Max Mosley.
The "formula" in the name is a set of rules, which all participants and cars must meet.
The sport's title, Formula One, indicates that it is intended to be the most advanced and most competitive of the many racing formulae.

The cars race at high speeds, often greater than 320 km/h (200 mph) and are capable of pulling up to 6 g in some corners. The performance of the cars is highly dependent on electronics, aerodynamics, suspension, and tyres.
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The first Formula One World Championship was won by Italian Giuseppe Farina in his Alfa Romeo in 1950, barely defeating his Argentine teammate Juan Manuel Fangio.
Michael Schumacher and Ferrari won an unprecedented five consecutive drivers’ championships and six consecutive constructors’ championships between 1999 and 2004. Schumacher set many new records, including those for Grand Prix wins (91), wins in a season (13 of 18), and most drivers' championships (7).

Michael Schumacher holds the record for having won the most Drivers' Championships (seven) and Ferrari holds the record for having won the most Constructors' Championships (fourteen).

Jochen Rindt became the only posthumous World Champion after a fatal accident at the 1970 Italian Grand Prix.
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A typical race circuit usually features a stretch of straight road on which the starting grid is situated. The pit lane, where the drivers stop for fuel and tyres during the race, and where the teams work on the cars before the race, is normally located next to the starting grid.
Most of the circuits currently in use are specially constructed for competition.
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2007 Formula One season

The 2007 Formula One season is the 58th FIA Formula One World Championship season. It began on 18 March and is set to end on 21 October after seventeen Grands Prix.
The 2007 season is significant in that it will herald the end of the existing Concorde Agreement between the existing Formula One constructors and Bernie Ecclestone.

MORE WOULD FOLLOW!!!!

If I didn't love you, I woudn't miss you....but I did, I do and I will

2007-06-27T10:46:00.000+05:30

She is the most charming and hottest chick I have seen on earth. She is an angel, always high-spirited and lively. She loves being naughty and is honestly curious. She is amazingly confident, fearless and lovable. This is my 7-years old niece Vanshika.

Sober, thoughtful, and soft – He seeks perfection in whatever he does. He is very anxious, observant and far-sighted. His calm and composed nature is what I admire most. He moves slowly and talks cautiously.

That is Navyansh….my 2-year-old nephew.

Missing you both a lot. Adore you both like anything!

"However rare true love may be, it is less so than true friendship."

2007-06-20T11:29:00.001+05:30

There is a very slender delineation between love and friendship. I believe that if you love someone, you may not be that person’s best friend. However, if you are someone’s best friend then you definitely love him or her. This thought makes me value friendship more than love. The love, which comes out of friendship, is always a priced possession. It is free of any commitment and definitely ground for a lifetime relationship.

Happy Birthday "Synergy" - 20th June

2007-06-20T09:20:00.000+05:30

I wish Synergy another year of laughter, joy and fun, surprises and love.
From deep within my heart "You mean to me, More than you can know."

It happened to me.....

2007-06-15T10:13:00.000+05:30

I unshut a pandora box,
And lo! There whacked out a fox,

I tapped it with my magic stick,
And it danced Dick! Dick! Dick!
As it spinned it became a frog,
And out it went for a jog,

It then squatted on a magic cart,
Which then flipped to a dart,
The dart soared into the sky,
The frog then learned to fly,

When it rolled near the sun,
It shot that with a hand gun,
My eyes opened with that sound,
It was a comic dream, I found!

2007-06-14T16:16:00.000+05:30

I had the longing to scribble this down long since it happened. But, somehow could not. Last few days, have been feeling at fault for not penning this down.

A month back, I was returning home by my office bus. It was 7PM. I got down at the bus stop near my house. I was trapped in the best of Bangalore traffic - colossal buses, humongous trucks, flood of cars and bikes and all other the vehicles of the world. As I hasted on the road, I was in my own head trip about what all I need to do when I land home.
Then….I saw him….a drooping old man, with his round shoulders almost hanging down. He must have been somewhere in his 80s. He was aiming to do something which looked unachievable for him….cross the road at that choking hour.

At first, I think I was neutral. For once I thought “Someone would come and help him in sometime, I have to rush home.” However, I could not remain stoic for long. Call it upbringing, education, individual perspective or something else…. “What if no one came to his help?” Some voice from inside said “Ok….I have to go home, but, this will take only 5 minutes.”

So, I went to him and supported him as he crossed the road. It took precisely 3 minutes. He smiled once we were on the other side. And then we both went our own ways.

He could not see properly and he spoke some incoherent feeble words, but I could sense his blessings.

I don’t think I did anything I could be proud off….and this is not an achievement I want to share with the world.
I narrate this because, somehow that old man’s face comes to my mind now and then. And with that come many questions. Why was he there? Why could no one help him? Where were his near and dear ones? Why had they left him alone?

And......

Will each of us be at his place some or the other day?

Write! Write! Write!

2007-06-14T10:05:00.000+05:30

What to write? I don't know
When to write? No One knows
Why to write? This I know
Tell me someone...what to do???

A selfish thought.....Save her for myself!!

2007-06-05T09:26:00.000+05:30

"We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children."

Today is World Environment day.

Some abstract thoughts in mind put down together say:

Will never the mankind accord the mother?

for she is who is dying now,

its time to clasp her near us,

unshackle her, give her life,

let her abound and wheeze,

for in her every gasp rests our subsistence!

Arriere-pensee....*

2007-06-04T10:39:00.000+05:30

A friend, V, has been perpetually seeking an answer to his question he had put to me last week. The question when he puts it up seems plain and elementary. But, the second I think of a back talk, I see the daylight. I feel unqualified to turn up with a justifiable plea. I start to have vibes like he is investigating me, like a criminal. That’s why, I have been side stepping from this session for long. I have been making peculiar, tales - “This is not the right time, not the right place, I have work, you have work” I also prayed that he forgets about the question, but, he does not.

Ok….the question as he puts it is “Why are you doing what you are doing? Why are you doing this job?” Simple!! There are rooted meanings to it though. He feels, I am junking some hidden skill (of which I am completely ignorant and he has been able to discern) in my job. But, I feel what he takes as a talent is just a hobby for me….but yes I am possessive about it. Then, is there a demarcation between these two? I don't know...maybe yes...maybe no!! Also, what’s the big deal about it? Everyone has a hobby….right?

But, my dilemma is that I think it’s essential to answer him.

Am I doing what I want to do? No.
Do I know what I want to do? Maybe.
Do I know how to do what I want to do? NO.

Am I going to use this craft ever? If no, why not? If yes, how and where? Let's be optimistic and discount the “no” part for now and talk about “yes”. So, if I say yes then again, the where part can still be answered, but, how seems challenging, though not unobtainable.

I must decode an answer and then maybe I can full-dress this post.

*an unstated doubt that prevents you from accepting something wholeheartedly.

A Little White Lie

2007-05-25T15:20:00.000+05:30

My grandmother told me once,
He is all powerful, supreme and omnipotent,
So oneday, in my virtousness,
I appealed to Him -
May no sapient ever grow,
For the cosmos needs,
A juvenile's purity, a child's morality,
simpleness and naviety,
And
I got assured,
A supreme power would hear me,
And this planet will overflow -
With affection, calmness, tranquility and faith,
I waited - endlessly and patiently,
To this very day,
Now
I wonder again and again,
Why grandmother lied to me?

Untitled

2007-05-22T12:30:00.000+05:30

Trees never grow....its the branches that spread,
Birds never fly....its the wings that flap,
Night never comes....its the Earth that moves,
Life never ends....its WE who stop.

An Evening With...

2007-05-14T11:26:00.000+05:30

It’s about yesterday. It was an easeful Sunday evening. I was cherishing my loneliness at home and filling it with Television and orange juice. I didn’t have an idea of what was coming.

Things changed in split seconds. That fated moment, it appeared from no where, closemouthed, sluggish, dreamy, and lethargically gazing at me. It gave me a mysterious and spookish look. My heart was beating faster with its each successive move. Out I jumped of my "bean bag" and yelled “shucks!” I could not accept that it was there. But, honestly…it was there.

So I screamed…..and it pretended not to hear me but inside I know it could hear me but wanted to put up a could-shoulder. Anyways, now, I had to do something. “Lage Raho Munnabhai” being fresh in my memory, I thought of taking the road of non-violence. I told it “Please Please…go away!” But, I think it got maddened. It turned its passionate eyes towards me and that was it. The chill ran up my spine. I freezed to death! I was cemented to the floor and I had no clue what to do. I was glued there for like 10 minutes…neither did it move nor me. Standing there, my whole life came in front of me - my school, wonderful college days, my friends, my office, things I always wanted to do and many more. I thought, I thought more and then I concluded. I cannot give away to it. I also called up my friend Aman, who consoled me that nothing wrong will happen. So, all motivated, I hushed along the wall side, taking care not to agitate it. I picked up some available weapons that would defend me against it. I tried all that on it. Nothing worked. The encounter continued for four hours. Wherever it went, I went right behind. It was keeping an eye on all my actions and I was following each of its moves. I opened the exit door to it, it did not go out. I offered to get into a mutual accord….it sleeps dormant behind the sofa and I get zipped to my bed. But, it did not give its approval. It wanted to gallop, jog and sprint all around the house, scrutinize all the rooms and scan the kitchen. It maybe wanted to play with me.

After four hours, both of us were tired.

By this time, I think God decided to help me. And as they say, “After night comes morning”, so in matter of seconds, it maneuvered fervently and with a jerk skipped speedily out of the window. I could not believe it had gone. I closed the window tightly. It was time to rejoice!

This had been the most difficult evening of my life. A nightmarish evening with a sleazy, lousy and dungy LIZARD!!!

Never Ending Needs

2007-05-04T12:17:00.000+05:30

Do you feel the need to add more to this one? I am, leaving it incomplete, go ahead!

I need food, He needs drink,
Girl needs gold, Boy needs bike,
Child needs love, Old needs care,
Mother needs trust, Daughter needs space,
Son needs money, Father needs results,
Boss needs resources, Employee needs time,
Uncle needs tea, Aunt needs clothes,
Neta needs votes, Junta needs "a break",
Actor needs film, Manager needs project...
When everybody needs something....Who will give??

Further Added by my friend Aman:
Love needs commitment, commitment needs breathing space
poor needs to fulfil his necessities, rich needs luxuries
unemployed needs a job, a working man needs a vacation
lazy needs to sleep, ambitious needs to conquer the world
And I, need contentment... of my heart, and my mind!!!

Thoughts...Thoughts!!!

2007-05-04T09:03:00.000+05:30

I am currently reading a book called Midway Station by Lara Shankar. The book is about little kids who spend an essential part of their life, their childhood, on the roads, in railway stations and government shelters, correctly termed as "orphanages", which are nothing less than jails.

Who are these children? Some who have been left to the world to take care of them, others who have willingly chosen to live this kind of life, because it is still better than what it is back home.
The author of the book meets such eleven children and documents their narration. There are stories of children who have run away from home to escape their step parents, who want to earn money for their needy family, who were brutally tortured, forced to work, and much more.

The thought that comes out after reading the book is that, we, who get all the comforts and pleasures in life, take things for granted and shut our eyes to the world of poverty, hunger and need.

“Can we do something for them”, is the next thought. I would not want to answer it here and expect the reader of this post to put up some comment on this.

But, I would definitely like to thank my very close friend Priyanka who sent me this book as my Birthday gift!!

Open Your Eyes

2007-05-04T08:29:00.000+05:30

Wrote in Class 7th
Context: Inspired by a similar hindi story.

A little white dove,
came out of its case,
fluttered its wings,
till they were streched,
It opened its eyes to the beautiful world,
And saw a yellow ball with dazzling light.
Ah! "I saw it first, that makes it mine",
Then, he walked along and saw the roses,
the lakes, the sky, the grass, the trees,
He was pleased, he had them all.
"My little one", then said the mother,
these awsome creations are not for one,
but for ever soul that rests on earth.
What you owe is not the sun, flowers and sky,
Love, pity and kindness to all,
Is what really belongs to you.

World – Where is it going?

2007-05-03T11:55:00.000+05:30

Have you ever heard anyone saying, “The sun is mine, only I can enjoy the sunshine?” I am sure if you see someone speak that you will take that person for crazy.

I am in Bangalore for past 4 months and a similar thing happened here when a couple of months back, court announced its judgment on Kaveri water distribution. There is no need to talk about the whole case as the media had publicized it well across the country. What disturbed me most was the attitude of common people of both the states of Karnataka and Tamil Nadu. Instead of understanding each other’s needs, people were simply fighting amongst themselves.

Backed by political interest, some went ahead to create total chaos in both the states. The uncivilized behavior was reflected in agitated protests followed by violence and killings, traffic jams and road blocking for hours, stone throwing on cars and much more.

And all this for water from a natural resource!

I do accept the perspective that water is essential for life and people are actually suffering without sufficient water. But, there has to be right way to put up one's point. This fight which ensued between the people of these two states with water as a "said reason" was not really about it.

I feel in the coming days we will also fight about the moonlight, the sparkle from the stars, the trees shade, the rains, the clouds, and what not. These would be our reasons of abusing each other.

It is a pitty, that at this time, when our struggle should be against population, pollution, corruption, unemployment, illiteracy, poverty and the likes, we are simply wasting our time on fighting against each other based on cast, color, creed, religion.

This makes me think - Where is the world heading to???

A Faux Pas

2007-05-03T08:38:00.000+05:30

Written in class 8th
Context: Although, this does not have a specific context. But, was provoked by a similar happening with a friend.

Everyday she would crave to God,
Immersed in the amniotic fluid,
all she yearned was the physical world,
She would covet for the lady in whose blood she bathed,
But, very soon,
He would slaughter her,
And wipe her entity,
He, of whom she was a module,
He, who was her progenitor,
Her creator would would extirpate her,
And she called him Father!!
But,
He had a justification,
He did not desire her,
She did not have his "Y" chromosome,
And that was her gaffe.

Who was he?

2007-05-03T08:26:00.000+05:30

Context: Written during the days of Kargil war.

Rainbow and dewdrops,
Candles and lights,
Roses and dandelions,
Were synonyms of life -
Pleasing and joyful,
Fortunate for me,
But, what about "him"?
He, who had never seen,
Rainbows and dewdrops,
Candles and lights,
Roses and dandelions,
For he who was away from home,
I never thought of him,
But, one day I thought of him,
That was the day when he was "dead",
I never cried for him,
I never knew him,
But then,
Why did he die for me?
Oh! He was a "soldier"

The colors of life!!

2007-05-03T08:12:00.000+05:30

Wrote in Class 6th.
Context: Don't remember. Might have faced some struggle in life for the first time.

When I was a small child,
And my imaginations were wild.
I thought of all the beautiful things,
The sweetness with which a nightingale sings.
My world was full of love,
From Earth to the sky above.
All those tails from Arabian nights,
Seemed so much full of delight.
I thought the world is made of toffee,
And all rivers are full of coffee.
The trees, I felt were chocolate bars,
Ice cream, I thought makes the cars.
The cloud was a water balloon,
A shining coin that was the moon.
For hours I gazed at the stars,
My mom said, God has planted flowers.
A light bulb, that was the sun,
Sorrows and worries, I had none.
All women queens and men were kings,
Girls were fairies, and lads were prince.
I enjoyed the rainbow very much,
From where it came, I could never judge.
When rains came, water clogged the roads,
But I was happy, floating my boats.
That was my little world of dreams,
A lovely fantasy! As it now seems.