An end to the Fairyland Story...

Though i have been detained by family norms to scream at the loudest of my voice dat "M Engaged...bound with the one who has dreamt of this day much before than i did...the one who accepts me with every pro n con...inspite of knowing how traumatic i can be at any small issue i wish to....who sincerely defends himself for a silly mistake of his committed ages ago...n much more for my delight :)

I would not be wrong in confessing (usually confessions are not wrong when they are inked) that he stays quiet- observes more, appear nervous-is stronger, cracks gags which i responds with a yawn (just sometimes, usually i fake)...

The story had not been a smooth and easy one as we thought of. Assuming ourselves Tees Maar Khan blessed with endless patience, optimism, empathy, good mood and ability to console story started off at the end of our teen. Frequent blasts and bumps made it difficult earlier and later habitual of it. Happy at times and happier the other day, created belief. With the growing strength of the relation we became quite sure of reaching the desired destination  ("the ultimate" which almost every romantic couple wishes) of GETTING MARRIED... just before taking the final step towards it i fall in the pit of pessimism and my savior came to my rescue (as he always does without fail)  

We are physically away from each other and most of the time mentally too because of our professional commitments so the celebration to this BIG day  has been postponed to meet our conveniences. 

Time has taken a turn and we keep reminding ourselves of our life long duty (without any relaxation) of being more mature and responsible of each other as well as our families who are still busy gelling with utmost level of excitement and  hospitality. Any mention of coming ceremonies, which will acknowledge and mark the beginning of our new journey, elates me boundless with a new web of designs, colors, gifts forming inside my head.

I wish my fairyland love story never ends (as "Shaadi" is not as easy as perceived by the people in love-prevalent theories of our guiding adults )....

May this togetherness and its desire lasts forever :)

No promise no oath taken
I assure the binding love shall never be forsaken....

Amen...

kuch ankahi...

humein b kaha pata tha kidhar jayenge hum

bus tumhare saath ko dhundhti chaya ne hum safar bana diya

na krte hue bhi saath dene ka vaada krva diya

hairan si reh gyi mein jub tumne haath thaam aage badhna sikha diya

palko se aansu hata adharo ko muskurana sikha diya

choti si zindagi ko tumne hamara swarnim jahan bana diya....

Sugary evening Spiced UP !!!

Yesterday I happened to meet two of my cousins after a long time. Looking forward to a pleasant evening recollecting our old times, we proceeded. In fact the two we were about to meet were meeting after a long time. Let me brief about both before narrating the scene.

USA addicted T

-Fascinated to see any foreign brand in Jaipur
-Jumps atleast 2 inches above ground merely at mention of USA
-happy to see India progressing, though far behind her new homeland

Husband Obsessed N

-Has no unused words left to praise her husband
-Believes Jaipur to be an "early man town" devoid of fashion sense

we all were seated in a casual homely arrangement, each talking to their matching wavelength counterpart. We kids (yes, we are till we get married off) occupied the corner willingly to notice all what is going on.

Scene 1

T, sitting in-the-home look with a messy bun, is engrossed in a conversation, suddenly N arrives.

while we greeted her and her family, T disappears. But before anybody enquiring about her whereabouts she emerges with her fresh open hair look.

As soon as they both see each other, they clasped each other with all their-32-out "hiiieeeeeeeee...."

Scene 2

After normal chit-chat of asking about each other's place and husband well being, the real drama started which in no way appeared less than the REEL drama we witness on TV.

N : u know what T, my husband dont let me wear saree. Oh God what should do when am a big fan of it. I even showed him some of your pics wearing it so that he could permit me. :( ( A dramatic excuse to her indian attire while T was wrapped in reputed brands)

T : REALLY !!!!! Is that so. My husband says "You can wear whatever you want" everytime i turn to his opinion. :)

N : Arey aise he is very liberal about everything else, but nor sarees and suits. (Getting defensive)

T : Has he not come along with you ??

N : He is too busy just-as-your hubby. (or even more, she thought)

T : So, u have traveled alone to Jaipur ??? (How could a home arrested girl like her do this !!!!)

N : Haan yaar, there is no option left. Had i been dependent, i would have never visited my parents.(ohh she still thinks me to be the same as 10 yrs ago...huh)

Before i could relish more, we decided to leave.

T came out to see off...

T : My god how do she looks yar. I was startled the moment i saw her. Seriously, no improvement. Chal bye  for now i got to attend her.

BYE !!!!!

Note : This post do not inflict any insult or offence to the people related to it. The devil in me made me to do this. Its a bit spiced up just for the sake of humor.

An absolute self

Out is still, quiet and calm

While in is playful, cheering and stormy

We see out, while In is shroud

Who are we ???

In or out

Reveal or conceal

In turns action some times

While out gets flimsy space in mind

When these two gets compiled

“An absolute self” is found

Mann…

Ek ansuljha sa ehsaas

Apna ho k b jo apna sa na lage

Lakon ki bheed chod akele vicharta rahe kahi dur

Bhramit ho chhalta fire yun he

Sukhe patte sa udta rahe khwabon k galiyare mein

Kabhi darakht sa rahe tatasthath

Falaye apni baahein samet le har lamhe ko purani jado sa

Fir taumar upahaar de us jhalak ka badalo se jhakti dhup sa

Tez hawa ki gati sa na ruke na sune

Bandh k kub 1 jagah tike

Lg jaye jo kisi se na puchiye haal

Chain cheene neendein kre bekar

Isi ki tarah ho pati mein b

Swachand…natkhat…azad

A new step

Making my way in the crowd of millions minds, I sheepishly come at the door. Anxious to breathe in a new life, trying to desert all that which holds me back…Emotions revive and heart comes alive…colorless face attempts 2 get a glimpse of outside. “What will it look like ??” rules over the sharp pain which engulfs body…longing rises and so do the faith…

Shades of time come again and again…warns, scares and push me back…

Colors, Bright Is what I see…Dark, Grey is what eyes do…

Violent blow I receive and steps out unknowingly. Flow is hard and cruel. I lose my balance and come on knees. Heart pumps fast and mind scolds. Yet the vision of colors is not lost. I look up, a drop falls, touches and pale turns into glow. The Healing heat cures the marks, while shine embraces to imbibe its bit in me.

I cry…I scream….

I walk over all the grey, the blue and the black to welcome the pink and the red. “A new step” as I just call it illuminates reach of my eyes..

Hold your spirit high, vision focused, move out of cocoons, become one with the triumphant energy…

After all…It matters

I am sure we all have (the writer as well readers) been through romantic phases in our lives. Ahhhh….the moment I recall those days, a fresh young smile illuminate my dull and sleepy face (obvious after a study about TAXES). If wonder if romance can make me forget my surroundings for a moment at workplace, the students sitting at back benches are no culprits…its just cupid.

I am remineded of SRK movies wherein the girl used to get wholehearted attention of the most desirable man on this planet (Yes, definitly SRK…and I was not wrong being in his fan faollowing list). In fact it would not be wrong to say that I was introduced to Romance by SRK, thanx to our frquent visits to jaipur which made it possible for me to watch him on big screen. Watching such movies was followed by day dreaming and endless fantasicing about me replacing the girl.

Getting little more grown up, classroom romance sparkled our lives. Exchanging seats to get a glance of our “supposedly love” was a routiene, if answered with a smile was followed by making reservations for the “seat next to her”. Saving her lunch from the rest just to make sure he takes the first bite was the small karvachauth ritual followed by the students. Picnic announcements used to top the wish lists of such “couples” after all he had a right to see her in his favourite colred dress. While guys engaged in doing heroic deeds of approaching the girl with chocolate, the girl used to act indiffrent initially when in her girlie group, later explaining him “sub k saamne accha nhi lgta. Unhe pata chal gya to sub ko bata dengi”

Freedom from school dress, regularised study hours and more liberty and time for this unavoidable emotion was granted by college. Looking for cheap calling plans, Free msgs, evening walks, frequent imaginery B’day parties (some how friend increased many folds) were the common methods of chatting and dating. Roaming in college garden, ears plugged in and whistling, considering it to be cool was again a sign of “dil ki beemari”. 

I garciously thank cafes, fast food centres and isolated benches of gardens which became a witness to life long vows, caring instructions like “pahunchte he phone krna” and honey dipped warnings “Tum nhi kahoge to mein b nhi khaungi”….

I admit that the feel of flying butterflies have kept me awoke thinking about the coming date… it has left me mesmerized at the surprise love notes….Bike rides were never so cherishing….Walking hand in hand became a fascination…pillows got wet on a small tiff and early mornings calls gave days a kick…

Rain added fuel to the missing sessions sitting window side while a group of besties maturely guides…

Though today romance has taken a backstep in my life but the feel is always alive within me…

After all, It Matters

Moments turn short, impact gets profound

Don’t search for it its within found….