Hello to all !!!

Bring more hellos and heyys for me
coz its a bye which takes you from me
year goes by and let it be
it's the lively faces i dread to flee

Bye leave a space behind
& hello makes a life refine
Grumps and cries, tears and whine
should be fed  hellos seeming kind

Bye is bleak pulls you in
A Stranger's hey leaves you charging
Bye turns rigid the more you cling
Hello arrives with a latent string

A bit of bye and a bash of hello
turns a life to a festive blow
Warmth and affection it brings along
I wave you a hello on a new dawn

It's Jingle everywhere

Having studied at a missionary school for the initial years of my schooling, every Christmas takes me back to those days. Perhaps because those were the best or i never saw any authentic Christmas celebration after that. I have seen it big and bright. Though i was never a part of any activity and even if i would have i don't remember it now, but i enjoyed the show being an attentive no-other-option spectator. The major activities which took place every year without fail were carol signing, enactment of birth of Jesus Christ, sweet distribution and probably few words from our principal highlighting the significance of the event. However, i never saw any Christmas tree adding to the flavor of air.

A carol which was recited every year in the over dramatic melodious voice was :

Silent night, Holy night

Birth of the holy light

All is calm, all is bright
Round yon virgin , mother and child                                              
Holy infant so, tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace,    
Sleep in heavenly peace.


Silent night, Holy night
Shepherds quake, at the sight
Glories stream from heaven afar
Heavenly, hosts sing Hallelujah.
Christ the Savior is born,
Christ the Savior is born.

Santa Claus is coming around

Silent night, Holy night
Son of God, love's pure light
Radiant beams from thy holy face
With the dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus, Lord at thy birth
Jesus, Lord at thy birth.

We, at that age were not that keen upon listening and watching the acts and used to get bored in no time. And nothing other than the sweet distribution used to get the excitement back. As far as i recall scratching my memory cells, the sweet appeared to be a distant relative of cup-cake closely resembling a sweet bun. Any how, it was quickly savored. 

It used to be a usual day at home with my grand parents calling it "Bada Din". I was never make to believe Santa coming in a sleigh with a socks-full of goodies, through the chimney. In fact, i was never aware if any such belief exists. These days parents has chosen it as an eccentric way to showcase their love for kids. I longed for going to a Church throughout my childhood and the wish was full filled only when i was capable of going around alone. Yes, my parents never took me there. 

These days a tall Christmas tree welcomes you at every mall in the city and i still watch it with a child-like curiosity. Nothing special is done by me on 25th except for visiting a church sometimes and donating some of ours old clothes to Mother Teresa house. Though, the feel of hoopla is still alive. For this year, i have planned to sit back comfortably in warm sunlight with a novel, relishing an elaborated meal. And of course, i am baking a cake today. 

How do you all spend your Christmas ?

My everyday musings

Our so much time in a day is spent in wondering about our lives. How are things going on, how it should be, how desperately we want to change it, why do boss always grumble, When can i shop next :P, why do Aanandi cry (i guess her cries still sways some kind-hearts) and what not. A new thought every minute and that too a complete contrast with a previous one. Lets put it this way -

 I wanna spend this new year at Goa---why is not getting cold by this time in jaipur---any ways, lets keep a pet---should i take a leave to relax at home---why is Hrithik-Sussanne getting seperated. (Just an example, please don't blame my mind)

 Yeah, that is the way it is probably not in the same chronology. You might spend an age to find a chip of relevance using microscope but would end up empty handed, i bet. I suppose it happens with all. Our mind doesn't take rest and creates tons of clutter everyday. There are few things i ponder about daily. Some of these are :

Why do people give advises. Yes, at every least-expected time you would find them busting in your thought process. And mind you, they doesn't get affected by your "Whom-are-you-talking-to" looks. I think they have taken "Right to speak" way too seriously. No brownie points for guessing that i am a victim of this torture and i feel no remorse in giving up to such people.

There are some kinds who would delegate you a task saying "Uska jo wo hona tha naa wo jaldi krna, urgent h". Trust me, i was never good at algebra to find a solution of every X, Y, Z coming in my way. Its you who are supposed to tell me what "Uska, iska, wo, jo, ye..." is. I may master the art of reading minds but am an amateur still. Please pity me.

Why is it so that only stomachache, fever, diarrhea, cold... can get you an off from work to date your GF/BF. C'on guys, give it all a break. Bring out some creativity. Anyways, i admire an HR to accept all this non-sense every day with a smile smirk.

Some people are full of zeal for the event coming up next. It's good to be always high in spirit but i guess concurrence of "office hours getting over---beaming happy faces" explains it all. Many of my colleagues stop working at least half-an-hour before the scheduled time to leave, just in anticipation of going home. I do understand stress, tensions, boredom, waiting beautiful wife/GF, no work at all and all other obvious reasons yet i think a demonstration of that everyday is not a good sign. It's no more surprising for me watching a bunch of people gossiping during working hours just because a meeting is scheduled an hour later. So, what's the use of turning on the systems even....sigh 

Why do mamma ask us every morning about what to cook for lunch when she has already decided it. I guess she wanna listen the same as she thought. Again, i can't read minds mom and yeah be thankful for me being not a vampire.

Why do some of us can't help a smile even if they are awarded a "Bharat Ratna" while some can't let it go off even after being charged for terrorist attacks.

So, these are few things which stuck my mind-chord daily. I know i cant stop these from happening or rather i dont want these things to stop. Why...ohh simple, i do not want my mind to rest. If not anything else, these are my regular doses of whinning.

P. S - Bharat Ratna and terrorist attacks are to be read/understood as getting tons of appreciation and being an accused of something shameful respectively.

Ten Things on Tuesday

Thanks giving passed without any words of gratitude from me. To make up for the loss of words then, there are few things/people i want to thank for.

1. My Parents who bought me up with love and care, exposing me to real life lessons at the same time subtly. They have inspired me to stay happy at every difficult day and rejoicing at every bit of "joy cookie".

2. Joint Family in which i was born and bought up in my budding years. I experienced many flashes of matchless fellowship and affection which developed the basic idea of "social" within me.

3. My BFF and husband-to-be. To be precise my first friend in pink city is ready to fill my life with "love pinks". Honestly speaking, life would have been dull without him being around. He is the one who first gets the worst out of me by his non-stop mocking and takes no time to cool me down with his sugar-coated version. I thank him for instilling a fight back spirit in me and marking each day with never ending love.

4. My Grandmother. She taught me to be stable and not to lose balance in adverse conditions. She is no more with us but we all appreciates her for facing every catastrophe daringly. 

5. Choti-Amma. Yes, that's what we kids called her. She was SIL of my grandmother. Believe me, a darling she was. She doted her unconditional love and care on every new born of the family. Her home used to be the "living room" of our big family. I never found her alone, she was always surrounded by people. She taught me cooking (making tea, chapatis) and tried making Eclairs for me at home. Isn't it lovely.

6. Everyday meal. It may sound something which comes to us so naturally. Earlier i never cared but have understood its value lately. I thank for the plate full of nutritious meals given to me everyday.

7. Books. They have been a companion in the past, still are and will remain so till my last breath. Do i really need to write down what all i learned from them ?? The countless words i have read, written & understood till date is their legacy.

8. Google. Yes, it's my friend, guide, savior 24*7 at my disposal. 

9. Jaipur-Pink City. Joypur it is, for me. Got so many attributes of life here. Education, Friends for life, my own space, lifestyle, fearlessness, independence is what all it gifted me. Exploring its every corner is still my preferred choice.

10. The divine energy. I sincerely believe in its existence. It shows me the right path and gets me what is best for me. My existence is given by him. I thank him for every new day given to me to forgive, forget and live an improved present.

For you....before you are old enough

Anu sat on a sofa with her share-of-me-time holding her coffee mug. Keeping the cup on table, she tried making a bun of her shiny silky hair which would in no time hang loose, just when she heard "Tera mujhse hai pehle ka naata koi...yun he nahi dil lubhata koi...". To her surprise it was Ria at the other end who was breathlessly announcing her arrival at home after an hour. Before she could ask anything, the phone went dead. "This girl is crazy. What is the need to come at weekend travelling so long. Impulsive, just like Swastik" - she grumbled. Provided it was Ria's visit, she reverted to her coffee mug knowing she wouldn't let her a moment of peace.

Ria's phone call made her revive her old days. Days of youth, energy, patience which was all spent in running after her adorable angel. Ria was a big time mischievous child who would often fool around people with her tricks. Whenever Anu tried giving her a handful, she was always stopped by Swastik. He did everything beyond proportions to make Ria a spoiled child. The only thing she resisted the most was - Eating. Making her eat was next to impossible for Anu alone. When dinner was managed by Anu and Swastik both, lunch was Anu's responsibility. Those were the times when she wished for a joint family. Ria used all her energy in running to each & every corner of her home leading Anu with a tired and puzzled look. 

Things somehow changed with the arrival of Anu's parents. She got some time for her and Swastik when they could talk in peace while Ria used to play with her grandparents. Anu's father observed Ria's quick and curious responses at surprises and decided to put an end to everyday-run-around-parade. He took the plate in balcony and called Ria "Look what do i have in my plate beta. Have you ever seen something of bright red color. Guess what it is". Ria's response was as expected and thus this GUESS WHAT game became everyday scene. Time flew and she grew up to be the most lovable daughter.

She came to back to herself when door bell rang . Smiling, she approached the door to give her daughter a big hug. Maaa....Ria screamed as she saw her and no points for guessing Anu's eyes were already flooding. "Ufff maaa...you are still the same. Use these precious drops when i ll be married off" - said Ria. Anu went straight into the kitchen to make black tea - Ria's favorite. Anu turned back calling Ria to inform her father when she saw her with a Gift. 

Guess What is it Maa - Ria said giving the packet to her. Anu opened it, saw and her beaming smile was back.

"For you maa...before you are old enough" - Ria said putting her arms around her best friend. Yes, Her mom.

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Think twice before....

As the title of the post itself conveys the matter in question i need not prepare a background for the things i want to share. Being judgmental is no crime. In fact, its your own analysis and verdict about every YES-NO or  To Be-Not To Be situations which makes you fit for survival. After all, who else can decide better for us. By god's grace each of us is gifted with a grey matter complementing five primary senses and their usage is set in motion as time pass by. So we all have the right of thinking and deciding the best for us. Even though these facts are known and accepted by all, it's used superficially. We have somehow failed to appreciate the fact that our bodies are biologically same provided for some variations for determining sex. Apart from that we all posses Brain and Five basic senses. 

I am often inquisitive of stupendous judgement people pronounce on the account of their experience, better analytic skills, reasoning, fruitful efforts in some XYZ situation, social service instincts and what not. Look around once and you'll find many doing this to you. They come to you as an guardian angel and in no time will make you handicapped. Mind you, they wont stop at this, very soon you ll listen to glorious stories of how dumb you are and how remarkably they have saved you. And by then it would be too late to advocate yourself. Sharing what all we already know is not bad until it suppress receiver's own assessment and right of decision making. A mouthful of wisdom is good to go but try not to overshadow other's thought process. Remember, helping a caterpillar coming out of shell makes an ugly butterfly. Not every lesson could be learned, heard. 

Similarly there are few who don't mind labeling each and every creation of almighty. Thank god for creating such light houses for our enlightenment. There are n no. of peeping eyes itchy to "Name" you at the very first look. Even if i leave significant and obvious points of weighing someone, there are so many to be taken care of while you are scanned. 

- Eeeuuuu she keeps a yellow bag...didn't you noticed her silver dress, so gaudy i tell u. 

- He takes his pup out daily in evening. I think something is going on between him and daughter of Mr. Z.

- X's sister's DIL asked for a divorce. Poor girl. Even X looks cunning, must be like her sister only. Who will   give their daughter to X knowing all this.

- I heard S resigned from her job. Who knows she resigned or was thrown out. My daughter told me             she always remains busy with her phone. Which employer tolerates this.

- She doesn't eat dosa with a fork...how tacky

- He asked for the leftover food to get packed...sucha miser i tell you..want worth of his each penny

C'on give them a break. Do what is best for you and be merciful to rest of the world. Fundamental rights are available to all without fail. Do not dictate just because they cant sue you for depriving them of their own rights. Its good to mind your own business and to accept and respect others like the way they are. If you can't keep your figures down please avoid putting and pressing it above all. You may be an exemplar of all virtues but you should agree with the fact that furnishing not-so-required advice is absolutely not cool. Not everybody's way of committing sin could be same. 

New Nursery rhyme

What if the sun does some over time

If a creeper tries and just can not climb

rain come sneezing at every thunder

And a dear practices to be a good hunter

When Gchat can read everyone’s mind

And Mouse and my cat together dines

Whatsapp goes to an unknown land

Harry keep searching for his missing wand

When Carrot says no to a knife

And moon arrives at my window twice

Touch-me-not gets ready for a fight

And Tower of pisa get straight upright

All written above is an insanity sign

Spare me friends,empty mind is the partner-in-crime

55 words fiction - It remained Empty

"Itz a long way to go" he murmured. Kavya, lost in her growing anxiety failed to took notice of what he did few minutes back.

Arriving at the fringe of valley, she looked around in haste. Her Blank eyes is what he could see last. "My love was never enough for you" echoed in mountains.

Over and Above all

There are so many things, events, actions we see around which are over and above the intentions for which they are done or carried out. These things are somehow triggered by one's own values or is done to satisfy the heap of society expectations. There are many unwritten rules and guidelines which are to unnecessarily followed just for the sake of itz been done in the same way from ages ago. And since nobody dares breaching the established law we ends up mere puppets acting as per their modulations. And now the hold is so grave that we just can't let it go. It needs ample of spirit and fearlessness and sorry to say we are still slaves of "Log Kya Kahenge...."

One of the examples of such an event which we are fond of is - Marriage. Forget about the cruel cases of dowry or where are women considered dust of a male's feet. Lets talk about a decent indian wedding. Yeah, decent still exists and in aam-aadmi's established and recognized protocol it means - Searching for a family which doesn't demand - car, cash, house, gold, 3* wedding venue, caterers of their choice, who are educated and let their daughter work etc etc. So, a decent shaadi constitues (Bride-side version) - some gold for your daughter, gifts for groom, his family & extended families, renting a fancy hall for the shaadi (since they have not explicitly asked for it but who doesn't want), gold ornaments for parents of groom (again, they have not asked for it), small car lets say an alto, wagaon R (after all.....they didn't demand), enough cash to display (same reason as above), gifts for there own family & extended family (after all, they will be giving something for Kanyadaan), sangeet night in not-so-fancy-hall etc etc. And at the end they shield it behind "We are the lucky that they didn't demand anything. But that doesn't mean we do not do anything to maintain their honor. Every one expects, who doesn't. What if they would have asked for something at the last moment. We didn't give them any scope to complain or demand. Daamad ji is engineer after all. He chose our daughter in spite of attractive dowry packages offered."

I am a Rajasthani and has been a spectator to all listed above. Honestly speaking, before it all started in my family i too enjoyed going in marriages, loading myself with tons of calories, tasting and throwing away - of course being a guest itz my birth right. If not an active participant of bad-mouth group, i would't mind listening to that. Now being a part of the system or lets put it this way that now when it has come to my family funds i am awakening to a new "Real world" coming with a cost of several bylaws at a discounted rate. What to do, how to do, when to do is considered daily, in the background of it's agreement with :

The choice of Groom's family

Standards of society

and what are their own choices, forgotten some where or are lost enough to make any.

I, by default, become a part and parcel of such frequent instances. When subjected to it, I do not surrender by merely listening and waiting for a new showbiz of the biggest social drama. Though, i have come to a pact with the fact that even if i scream or threaten them to run away, this glossy sequence will go at its own pace. Helpless but won't spare an effort against it. In a rush to get everything perfect for those, attending for the sake of relishing a lavish dinner for free and dancing at the tunes of band, two angelic-innocent faces are buried who just look around with confusion albeit meekly smiling at times reminding themselves that "Itz their Day". 

Do not come any other day...

It happened a week ago. I took no time to realize the swift move. Yes, it was quick this time unlike the usual slothful advance it makes. "Shit, she has come mamma"- i almost cried while all i could get in sympathy was her smirk. Well, knowing that the most i could do to escape is just to prepare myself i submitted myself to the grave tragedy. Grumbling, i followed my rescue plan. Evaluating the force i decided to make it hard for her this time. "You see this time i wont let you subdue me" i muttered, cursing for what all she did to me last time.

If you are still wondering as to whom i fear the most, its none other than nature's yet another gift for helpless human - Winters. Its early arrival in all its pink has already left me with blue, white, yellow, green and every other possible color of hankies. No rewards for guessing that i have already been down with a severe cold while people  my mamma says its a start. Yeah and that is what making me 10 times more scared that if its first and lets-be-ready Blow can bestow a week long cold what will......see, i just cannot go up the ladder of severity. Few more pangs of cough & cold, cruel sleepless nights coz of ice-cold feet, no late night walks, more than half of wardrobe getting useless, increased oil content in daily diet (of course mamma cant discount me for paratha, halwa n laddoos).....these are just few to mention. 

People do love winters in fact they look up to its arrival. After all they wait so long to have countless cups of tea while gossiping around their house boundaries and of course a bowl full of pakoda, plate of chikki, gajak are not to be forgotten. I look at their endless capacity to gulp down our very own indian chocolates smeared in sugar/sugar syrup and pray for an early end to this fun fiesta. Every time i stand on a weighing machine in winters my rolling eyes pops out at the result. "Make it 5 kgs less baby and look at the jacket you are wearing" - I sigh of relief.

What if i cant go whhirrrllllllll over a snow sheet, there are so many other fascinating vacations options available. And let me remind you that coffee is not to be associated with winters. Trying to hold a cup with shivering hands and saving it from spilling is not my idea of winter adventure. Coffee tastes equally good rather better in rains.

I have always longed for a year devoid of winters but the wish is still waiting for the magic touch. These three months of chill are always spent in misery complaining every other moment. Fingers crossed i am still waiting for a full proof relocating plan where i could bare my waxed hands and legs throughout the year :P. Finally few words for aunties attending winter weddings - Oh Holy Spirit, please bless me with an everlasting endurance to display best of designer wears, tons of gold and oodles of diamonds with a quivering spine.

PS - Global warming please speed up. Provided the events going on i'm sure to get rid of winters soon.

55 Words fiction-Thirsty no more..

"May i come in teacher" - her sweet voice chimed in when i was at the verge of losing. I have seen her for last six months. Blissful she appears just like the big purple flowers on her dress.

Fangs thrusts up, terror appeared in her eyes while mine, bleed. Red all over. Quenched i leave.

Tangled ends

Are there some tangled ends ??

yes, some are there for sure friends

which i see, i feel and try to escape

you are the lucky ones who are not at bay

i get deceived at every route taken

senses get puzzled, blurred are notions

the grasp is strong and stronger it gets

force is at its best, taking me in its arrest

aloof i stay ringed in the web

sulk and despair fails to ebb

its better to bide my time and let me low

coz some times demands a forego

55 words fiction - An innocent encounter

"Daddu when will you make us rich ?" - Aarav asked. He smiled clueless baring the gap between uprooted teeth.

Mamma told we'll get rich when you'll go up. Will you go on terrace to give us a Big Car, Please na daddu -smile still plays upon his lips while eyes looks at stamps kept beside, accidentally.

Some vows to be kept forever.....& ever

Yesterday was Karva Chauth. My day went as usual except for replying to some anxious questions raised about not fasting after being engaged. People just could not take a-so-very-plain NO to these rituals and honestly, i don't blame them for this because this is the way we ought to be after witnessing such consistent things over time so we assume the same for all. In fact if any one tries to challenge frame of mind they are quickly labeled as an "assassin of Indian culture & customs".We all have seen our moms, aunts, relatives fasting the whole day without a drop of water which is supposed to grant longevity to their husband's life and dressing up like a bride at night to welcome the moonlight . I love watching my mom getting ready with excitement and charm in spite of my dad's absence (he is posted out of Jaipur and is rarely home for this fast). 

Over time things change and so do festivities. Kareena kapoor made a big time news for replying - "Why should i fast ?? Will my love be proved only if i spend the day without water and food". I congratulate her for disclosing her real self. I guess her celebrity status empowers her to publicly deny following the trend otherwise any other common female would be humiliated to endless guilt for saying so. I am happy to see the husband who too fast along with the wives. very nice, so the significance is same for both now - i thought and was already brimming with wow for them when one of my fasting colleague cleared all my doubts. Needless to say he is just married and when asked for his fast he said - why to wait for a down pore of razor-sharp taunts, so i kept it beforehand.  Though he added that it doesn't look good when your spouse is fasting for you while you are busy gobbling but seriously that didn't provide any relief to my aghast state. So, what if we females are notorious for torturing our spouses big time and making them obey us hands down, fasting for us could be out of other respected things if not for long life.

I ll be arriving at the crossroad very soon as to make a choice but defying every assumption you might have after reading above text i declare "YES, i ll do". Perhaps my feeling and reasons may differ but i am sure of the genuine love and compassion which will reign me while doing it. No big words and vows for now, it is just love, care, selfless submission, benevolence and companionship which comes to my mind with karva chauth. With no offence to whatsoever reasons people hold good for them, i stand by my convictions which are irresistible to follow them. I may not bend down to touch his feet or may not showcase a decorated thal while displaying a heavy work designer saree because for me my postulates drive me into any such thing and will continue doing so. Unlike others i prefer not to persuade him upon fasting, as he may have his own outlook and understanding about it (which i am sure he has) and respecting that is again one of the reasons of me celebrating Karva Chauth. He will be quite amazed if he reads this as i keep warning him to fast along with me but trust me my hubby-to-be that is all to be kept apart while choosing our ways.

PS - I love watching group of eager women full of vigor getting ready for pooja putting on their 16 singaar.

How do WORDS speak...

Some are to say what they mean
While some conveys sour out of cream
few are there to delude ears
and others puts you in right gear

some are used to enchant
while others often attracts provoking glance
few intends to heal a heart
the others add to the rip apart

spoken or written
they means a lot
to ignite the world
or be mightier than a sword

it do helps in clearing the clogs
opportunists use them for rotating round the block
played upon by skillful minds
they drop an impact cordial or unkind

thou shall be used
wise and sane
giving substance straight and plain
neither for sting nor for a fling

Day of love

Melting in the warmth

emerging from the basket full of shine

hedged in the aura of golden glamour

she stepped out of dressing

babble & cackle stopped for a while

she cautiously moved her eyes

to ask about her sight

sigh !! the mates reacted

putting a kohl dot behind her ear

"Acchi lag rhi h naa" my mom's reaction when i entered

Reaching the spot knowing it beforehand

his eyes will pop and get enslave 

she felt his fervor to be close

as the awaited day has finally arrived

his arrival neither made any announcement

nor did he caused the heat to rise

but her inquisitive dark eyes 

declared it with a beam of pride

ceremonials were done with a praying heart

to welcome the divine light

laying its hands on two solitary souls

coming together for a lifetime

sitting besides surrounded with happy faces

they too spread their slice of smiles

rejoicing every moment full of tease

with assuring glances of being at ease

Yes, I am and will forever be....

The Jewels came then

taking the fascination a bit more high

"Yes, I will..." uttered her lips

while she adorn the souvenir of love

Love Bands

[The Poem (as i call it) is written recollecting every moment of my engagement with my bestie and love of my life. I thank Platinum for rescuing me when we were confused about something special to be done to mark our Platinum Day of Love. A toast to eternal love and the intense white metal....may they both keep basking]

55 Word Fiction - Making a choice

He knew the right chord to hit. Spread of Lavender in room with his cologne added a strong edge to his desires. Invitation was obvious.

I woke up to the reality with the beep of phone and exit.     

"Boss asked me to stay at office till late today, i wondered why?"-mentioned husband at dinner.

Some Gup-Shup my mind does

My eyes glued to 70 mm screen watching Ranbir Kapoor trying to woo his girl when he appears like a spoil sport. "U watching him ?? R U nuts ?? who do so that too for a Plain-Jane-wannabe-Angelina pouting, pouring saliva...yuckkk"-he says. Quiet you idiot i am watching it for entertainment and am in no mood to give Ranbir a reality check. - I scream and those around me frowns. I smile sheepishly and recede.

I am in a haste to somehow get the balance sheet matched before the final call. Tick-Tock keep moving and my writing tool accelerates with every move. Everything taught by sir comes to my mind word by word and yeyyy i am near to finish it and suddenly "Bheege Hoth tere...Pyasa Dil Mera"....

##%@* Bheege Hoth ##$$%%. What do it has to do with Balance Sheet - I bemuse. "Oh u don't like it baby, c'on then lets swing to suraj hua maddham chand jalne laga...". "eeewww, ZIP IT"- i say and no points for guessing that i forget to apply the correct formula.

Boss is in bad mood. I step inside his cabin sure of my capabilities to sooth him with my Project report. I begin, he interrupts and start suggesting some changes. I am all ears to what he says with determined eyes and nodding head when he flares up with "Do he look equally grim when he makes love ?? I guess so, he never smiles..does he ??. Effortlessly, smile comes to my lips and Mr. Hari Sadu requests me to share the joke.I wish if this earth could rip and take me in *face palm*.

Above three incidents have a close association which you guys must have make out. People say it happens with all but i guess i am the most blessed one in this case (yes, only in this case). Why this nerd is  always paradoxical to what i think and do. Couldn't we come to an agreement to save me in all hicks. There are few things i request you Mr. nerd:

1. Please stop being weird at such already weird times.

2. Your suggestion are welcome only when i ask for. Don't try to be a savior.

3. Don't put on your devil band whenever i try to be angelic. For this Please, Please, Please........n times.

4. To be in sync with me, boss and colleagues moods in office.

5. Spare me in exam times. 

6. Please be gentle in presence of my family-to-be. They aren't able to bear the stroke.

7. Provide a hint atleast of what are you cooking. I prefer getting a clue before preparing plan of rescue.

8. Be dormant in a crowd of modest homo sapiens. 

9. I have still not learned the art of tricking the person in front of me whenever you take my reins. So do not leave your horses before i signal. 

10. I understand you stay alone my baby, we ll talk. Yes, we will during my coffee breaks, tv time, mom's scolding sessions, chavi's (my sister) pestering actions and lot more. By the way you are free to appear whenever i write by blog :P here people may praise your craziness.

And last to say - Your company is enjoyed with me, me and myself because you defines me the BEST. After all "Tedha hai par mera h"

Change is inevitable

"God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference."

----Reinhold Niebuhr-----

Changes, everyday we see one. Some welcoming, others we dread while some lies ignored. Some changes we make for us, some are done by others for us and the most formidable ones are which happens on its own. Whoof...we fight so much of it. Me and these sneaking specie doesn't go well hand in hand. If you are wondering as to what urges me to say this i would simply say that meeting handful of old but new-to-know friends make me do this.

I was delighted to get the invitation of girls day out by one of my bestie and she was expecting some of our common pals whom i hadn't met since ages. Looking forward to a pleasant evening (which even turned out to be one) i entered her house with a heart full of curiosity to know about the chirping-lil-girls (what we all used to be). As expected, the conversation which started with hugs for all soon progressed to slang, giggles, boys, dating, boozing and bitching, assembling the pleasures of female fantasies. We talked of our likes, dislikes, habits, expectations, aspirations and repercussions. Boundless we talked and heartily we laughed. Though, midst of so lot activities my mind just could not gave up and kept collecting the undercurrent tit bits which i forgot to pick up. 

Bunch of girls who merrily chose their lifestyles without a considerable intervention of their parents seems to let loose their own reins. Who would imagine a smart girl decked in advocate's attire, driving to the court and assisting one of the famous lawyer firm, to attempt suicide and not to be sure of her own accord. Thankfully, she has loving family and friends who helped her in getting out of depression. 

As we grow up, countless changes happen within us and around. Affections, attraction, confusions, ups and downs happens frequently. Some go through it unaffected while some may find a place to doom down. We crave for attention and usually end up in a mess, considering it to be the worst for us, we give up. Secluded, trying to hide it within ourselves, we place ourselves in pool of agony. Fresh out from the umbrella, fluttering to fly high, we build our own dream castles which often get tainted by insecurities and assumptions. Exploring taboos, ignoring stern gaze often leaves a gap between guiding and wondering eyes. Stumbling along the unseen path, care is often discounted. I wonder how do boozing and eating non-veg become a parameter to be tagged as "Cool" among friends. Doing the restricted, is followed blindly. 

These changes are welcomed with a zeal and gets changed into nightmare in no time. Changes shall be made within to come to an agreement with the changing life. It is bound to come, stay and leave its mark, it's all up to us how do we adapt to these changes.

It happened one night

Akhil was enjoying his drive along with "Abhi na jao chod ke, k dil abi bhara nhi...". Festive season brings a new charm to everything dull and mundane and he loves to be at home at these times. His hometown Jodhpur has shed its sand and has been painted new with Diwali colors. Lost in the thoughts of savoring "Dal-Baati-Churma" as soon as he ll arrive home, he continued driving at a slow pace looking at merry making kids. His senses suddenly alerted him to put the brake for a girl asking for lift. He debated with himself before offering her to come in. "After all it's jodhpur, my own city. And she looks decent probably she genuinely needs to be dropped somewhere.." he argued and opened the side door.

He saw her coming across the smoke of burning crackers and ranked her like a typical college guy. Above average or rather 10/10...he smirked. He lowered the glass and asked "Where do you wanna go ??" watching his manners despite of thrill to accompany her. "New colony" she replied and he signaled her to move in.

Her bangles tickled while she opened the door and he didn't missed looking at the dancing tassels at her bare back. Once comfortable, she started conversing. 

"I am so very thankful to you. I have to reach home as early as possible. I came out to do some shopping for today's puja. Got late and there was not even a single auto." - she complained making various faces.

"How could any one make so many animated faces in a sentence. Girls are god gifted probably"- Akhil wondered. "I am going the same side and will drop you home. This is no big deal"- he replied.

"You looked nervous while inviting me in. Did u thought me to be a Ghost or wanted to check my feet"- and she laughed.

Akhil liked her infectious laugh and said " Areey nahi. I am not a kid to be scared of ghosts even if you are".

And the conversation flowed seamlessly discussing about the city decorations, crackers, puja and food when the destination arrived. She looked at him with a look of gratitude before leaving. He once again assured her that her place was on the way so it didn't caused him any trouble to drop her home. She get down at the colony gate and Akhil proceeded. "Shit i forget to ask her name" - he bumped on the dashboard and cursed him for being so forgetful.

Anjali's mother was restless when she arrived home. However when she narrated the entire episode of reaching home safely her mother thanked the boy whole-heartily.

Anjali picked up the newspaper a day after diwali and opened it carelessly. Moving across the political happenings, kids burning with crackers to cases of road accidents she was aghast with what she saw...

A Colored prayer notice in the name of "Akhil Juneja"....killed in a car accident at 7:30 pm near ghanta ghar

The face was same. Yes, the one she saw that night.

She was reminded of her watch striking 8:00 when she waited for an auto and the Dry Scar on his face.

A Birthday Song

After saying goodbye to the monsoon rains
when sun tries its best to spread its rays
while the left over clouds make the efforts in vain
that is when my mamma calls out her September born bairn

Putting off her commands from my veins
i keep webbing around with dreams
of balloons, cakes, music and dance
yeah, that would give it a perfect start

mind keep wondering about the eve
anxious hands clutching the goodies which i receive
mom and dad and the ones i love
give their wishes and closely hugs

kudos to those who wakes at ungodly hours
to send a note of love along with flowers
virtual friends too try their best
and make me reply before i rest

day full of rush and nothing left unbend
that is how my birthday every year ends

A whiff down the memory lane

Smells are quick and easiest way to associate with the surroundings. It comes, lingers and leave a mark upon the senses for long. For a person like me whose smell receptors doesn't often remain active (Yes, I am prone to persistent cold since childhood) there are some aromas which are reluctant to stay with me. They usually remain dormant provided i do not come across one. Once stimulated they all come out of active hippocampus. 

For a kid born and bought up in a joint family an encounter with varied smells happens on a regular basis. Being the eldest, the privilege of wondering in the unexplored portions of our big premises gave me an advantage to came across many of these. One very typical of it which i can recall at the mere mention of my birthplace Bharatpur is of "Dahi wali Aaloo ki subji" (potato cooked in curd or chhach). Our elders used to relish it every other day while we kids ate it in dejection. The aroma of  teekha tadka decorating curries and dals is still preserved in me. 

Our second abode after a shift from our hometown reminds me of Roses.Red, Orange, pink, white we had it all. Smelling it from a distance, as a precaution of not inhaling the microbes, stays with me and gets refreshed at every visit to dargah in Ajmer. We had a kuccha lawn then which revitalized our souls in rains. Rainy season was the most desirable as we awaited the scent of wet ground followed with the tempting cheelas (pancakes made of plain flour/gram flour, sweet and salted both). 

Lifebuoy- the original red can not be left behind. Family preferred it most to save us from the brigade of attacking micro-organisms. Blue Good night bar used to fill our rooms with a peculiar stingy smell which surprisingly was enjoyed by me. Coming out fresh from the bathroom was synonyms with Clinic Plus promising long and strong hair. Moti created the ever lasting aroma of our bathroom. Distempers paints were not so popular in those days and hence a newly painted house promised a wierd smell of Kali (solution prepared mixing lime, water and a tinge of  fabric whitener). 

                           

Me and my sister were crazy for any and every new stationery item introduced in market. My father bought us many fancy erasers from one of his official trip to Delhi. Smelling the strong and artificial scent of multi- colored stationery was thoroughly enjoyed. And how could i forget mentioning the smell of my Mother. I wonder how do she still smells like a just-bathed-newborn. 

These scents reminds me of my carefree young days of fun and play.

(Written as an entry to the contest "Smelly to Smiley" hosted by #AmbiPur and #Indiblogger. Visit http://www.facebook.com/AmbiPurIndia for going through aromatic nostalgic memories.

Just say - I made you SMILE

When the time will come
to leave my sand
i may not have any prints
to speak my words

thou shall be looked upon
to bid adieu
flatter the leaving soul
with platter of pearls

you would come i know for sure
with heavy heart unable to hold
looking around for long you'll wonder
"Yes, she made me smile" speak in a murmur...

55 word Fiction - You are Welcome

She waited sitting by the window.Roaring clouds, Thunder and heavy down pore made a perfect setting of their first meet.

Beep...Beep her phone indicated a message. "I am coming to take you with me" he said. Feeling weak at her knees she smiled.

Door bell rang. Having opened the door impatiently, she saw. 

55 word Fiction - Rest in Peace

Her pale face says different story. Can a mother smile at her daughter's death, father looks grim though - doctor thought.

She went up to her daughter's corpse. Blue & Black were the only shades. One look at the man and she left. Man, getting uneasy, read her eyes "You Raped her...Everyday of her life."

Spontaneous !!!!

I have no purpose writing this post but the uncontrollable urge in me to talk make me create this masterpiece. My colleague is on leave since last 15 days...ufff...why do people need so long break. Well he took it because of wedding...yes, his first and last (you can assume) making me sit alone in this dull isolated Accounts Section. Without any one to comment on whatever i do, pouring our heart out at a single touch at aching nerve, cursing HR guyz, commanding peons  work is no FUN...

 So what if we are not assigned it to gain pleasure or to get entertained, i firmly believe in enjoying first and working later.

Since he is on leave, his work is also delegated to some other guy. First i got happy, after all what is better than some one occupying the seat next to me and in no time i realized that i am exposed to overconfident ready-to-boss-around material. He was new to this work but the next very day he warned that "Jo b kaam ho 12 baje se pehle puch lena us k baad meein phone switch off kar dunga" before going for a leave. And we all looked at him with What-would-happen-without-you-around and laughed heartily after he left. He still keep instructing subordinates giving them each minute details despite of the sarcasm they frequently throw at his face. Poor Fellow...sigh. He even tried to guide me with his not-so-helpful-gyaan on banks, interest rates, taxes (after knowing i have a specialization in all this) to which i reacted "Talk to my Hand" and thankfully he receded.

From tomorrow onward even i ll go on a week's leave. Yes, m off to Jodhpur-Jaisalmer with my BFF. Her resignation triggered this trip and i endlessly thank her for this. Before you all do any of "Aaahh, uuhhh, eeehhhh, R u nuts" kinda things let me tell you we both are aware of rising mercury and yet, we dare to see the Thar. Don't know how well this trip will turn out but i am longing to have girlie-giggles, endless chit chat and loads to eat. 

At the romantic front, Me and tanmay sneaks out time once in every week for a long night call and it makes me go mushy every single time :) while late evenings are spent talking the usual routine.

This is how life is moving ahead and i have no complaints (happens rare) except for wishing an early arrival of my colleague coz it will not only lighten my responsibility but also provide a glint to this room with his newly-wed-stories.

An unbroken Promise

She could not help her eyes to pour. Endless cue of tears make her face crimson. The same color which made Amit fall for her in college. Her Crimson suit, which she still possess. Her journey of life flashed before her eyes like never before. Her evening walks with amit in college campus, mild persuasions to let her go early, sharing plate in canteen always, tennis matches and he cheering her......

After graduating and amit getting a decently paid job they decided to get together forever. Her parents, who always favored, encouraged and respected every decision of their independent daughter raised no question on her choice followed by amit's parents simply nodding for their marriage. "They will never approve at once, i knew this. They are not educated neera, they dont understand our love, for them marriage simply means my auction like every other boy is subjected to in Haryana. But you dont worry, I know u ll make them proud of my choice some day."...said Amit hugging her.

And that some day came soon after her first visit to their home in Akleempur (a village near Gurgaon). Amit's mother smiled after savoring the delicacies she prepared while father was won over by reading out the newspaper aloud. Bhaiya Bhabhi were already impressed by her charm. They came back to gurgaon after their short visit with a promise to come often.

Last year, phone rang early morning and they were summoned to akleempur. Wondering what has happened they both obeyed. On arriving, they saw bhabhi mourning in torn saree at the entrance clenching door. Neera picked her up, wiped her tears while amit went inside. What bhabhi told neera was ghastly. Bhaiya was forced to remarry because bhabhi could not give them a child to run the family further. Soon after bhaiya came out. He held bhabhi's hand to drive her out. She begged and he slapped. Amit watched this mutely while Neera's efforts surrendered before a 6" feet haryanavi.

On way back to Gurgaon, Neera broke the silence by questioning Amit's behaviour to which he justified his family's decision by saying "Aisa he hota h yaha" and neera was stunned...lifeless...Bhabhi gave up to humiliations and insults so left by her choice and bhaiya went on his honeymoon soon after.

Amit's parents always blessed her to beget a Baby boy to which she falsely smiled. Amit has been always been busy with his overseas clients and they gradually moved from rented 1 room flat to their own 3 bedroom flat. It was then they thought of creating a family. Amit hasn't paid attention to their failed copulation but she doubted it after every lovemaking. She finally went for tests and reality strikes her harder. "Anovulatory Infertility" report declared. Her nightmare has come true. A chill went through her nerves and she was dumbstruck. Amit and his family revolved around her eyes. 

"Kya isi din k liye laye the tujhe", "Teri buri nazar kisi aur ko na lag jaye" echoed from everywhere.... 

It was her loss but she mourned more for what awaits her. How will she confront all this. Confident and careless neera has disappeared somewhere. Another victim of Male Dominance is in cue. Her depression gets deeper with every hour going. Amit will come soon. She stood up to come to window. The Gulmohar outside is blossoming with all its might. 

I ll leave my Gulmohar soon- she thought. His strong arms will no longer hold me close to him.

Neera ?? You are here. I called you so many times but you didn't respond - Amit come announcing. She turns to face him. Oh he has already picked up the report. Amit read every word of the curse destiny has inflicted upon her. He looked up and come to Neera. She was out of her breath due to continuous crying. Within no time, he hugged her. Just like he did while promising a life long bond to her. Yes, she can tell that it contains the same love, devotion and honesty. She looked up to him, he plants a kiss on her forehead and says "Aj mausam accha h, Chalo kahi Ghumne Chale...aur haan wahi wala suit pehen na..." with a smile.

The Gulmohar see her rejoicing while she notices its budding flowers...  

(This is a fiction work inspired by frequent cases of abandoning wives which happens in Haryana usually. I wish the mentality of bringing a DIL and treating her with love and respect, stops being associated with her ability to bear children.)

Jaana Pehchana sa...

Bheed ki khamoshi ko todta hua
hawa sa behta hai jis ka akx
wahi hai wo jaana pehchana sa shaks

jise paya h mein ne har aahat mein
sune hai jis ke lafz kaan ki choti si baali ne
tohfa deti jis ki hasi ko dekha h mere aangan
ke amrood, sehtoot aur nayi si dhup ne

Kho gya h jane kyn kahi
waada to tha k na hoga ye kabhi
kashti sa jata wo waada bhi ab to yaad aata nhi

intezaar bhi ab dustak nhi deta darwaze pe
mein he baithi hu ke pura kr jaye wo
apna adhoora waada kabhi....

Growing Help-Less-Ness

We often come across some generous helping hands at home, work place, restaurants and many other places. These hands lend their skills and compliment our lives. Just imagine a day when maid doesn't come without prior intimation (of corse, its there birth right), the day is spent witnessing mom's tantrums in silence. Now before u guys decide to leave my Lazy Sunday Post unread let me assure that i am not gonna narrate a so-very-common-scene of every household. This post is dedicated to some innocent faces who in the name of "Helping Hands" harass us to hell.....

Yes, we have a brigade comprising six helping hands at my work place who are paid to sit idle and gossip endlessly. Fearless fellows i must say and i admire them for this. Their unusually annoying and sometimes funny activities have urged me to mention their names in BLACK (Golden not available) words.

1. The Supervisor-Manish

Hai na Isstyleee boss...

He is the oldest of all and thus he is the BOSS. He calls himself supervisor and so just do so.

No Work, No Play, Only Chat is his mantra to survive and Kudos to him for this.

He is seen either talking on phone or pricking the other two with a pin. Yesss thats how he spends his day at office.

You will often see him getting numb whenever whereabouts of any file or papers is asked. At times he even misplace couriers.

The files visible by his side are left at his mercy to be arranged and look how well are they treated guuurrrrr.....

I wonder if he does believe in Gandhi g's principles and may be that's why he wont answer anything asked leaving me wide eyed-open mouth.

Have heard about him being a regular visitor to Jaipur's Red Light Area...Ahem ahem (with my eyes rolling)

2. Most dedicated disciple-Chand

Don't go at his smiling appearance coz it's the only thing he does-whenever asked, scolded, showered with harsh words/Gaali or any other random thing.

Sources say that he dances with the mop in hand while singing "Chand si Mehbooba ho meri......"

Don't let your sense of humor betray you if you listen "Madam aapke liye to chand ki jaan b haazir h" whenever you asks requests him to do something.

He moves around with an open offer to sell his kidney for a daily income of Rs. 20/- throughout his life.

His guts allow him to come office drunk (yes, he has done this)...Bravo !!!!

"Jarda" (tobacco) is his favorite snack. On forcing him to leave it he replies - Sir chahe office se nikal do lekin ye nhi chut skta (sir you can expel me from office but i cant leave eating this)...habits...SIGH

3. Office ka Don Kaun-Shubham

Our local gunda...hafta vasooli, dhamki, maar-pitai u say it and he has it.

Manish and Chand blindly follows his words...after all Don ki baat kon taal skta h

Drives the office vehicle and has been a culprit of threatening staff by moving the speedometer to its right, sharp cuts, ignoring traffic lights, not wearing seat belt and every other possible action to establish his Herogiri.

Always boisterous of his Casanova image numbering his Girlfriends.

These three Dabangs are of their own kind and i really wish so because having them as a helping hand needs tons of courage to deal with.

....and yeah they daily read see English newspaper thoroughly and on asking as to do they understood anything they reply - Bus accha lgta h....

PS :They all have their FB accounts so if wanna know them better you can be friends with them.