I had a home...

Once

I had a home

just like you…

a spouse

kids

and a family

 to care for.

Once

I had a home

where we celebrated

birthdays

anniversaries

dinners

and Diwali.

Once

I had a home

that kept us

from Nature

A space

we called our own.

Once

I had a home

Not only the walls

but an adoring

fostering space.

Once

I had a home

and I had

my stories to share

a life to look

forward to.

Once

I had a home 

just like yours…

There are millions of people who were like you and me at some point of their lives, forced onto the streets because of poverty, mental disorders, lack of employment opportunities, war, and lack of affordable housing. These were people with regular lives, a name, a family, an identity. Now they just roam about the streets with no name and identity  with a bag full of memories.

Imperfect Me

I love

procrastinating things

even if they are

a piece of cake

And I can argue

until the moon

goes to bed.

I hate doing

laundry

and I am

never interested in

keeping

my things organized.

I am judgmental

and opinionated

and you've seen

me being a

back seat driver

sometimes.

I love my own

privacy

and want you

too to enjoy that.

I am ambitious

and have a strong

sense of dignity.

I may not

be lady-like

in poses

and idiosyncrasies.

I nag at times

And love to complain.

I am obsessed

with planning

and usually have

alternate plans

ready

in case

some plan fails.

I am sometimes

egoistic

and clingy

at the

same time.

I hate

losing my games

and may not mind

cheating.

I am not patient

or wise

and I may play

a loser sometimes.

I keep grudges

and it's always tough

for me

to let it go

even when I know

I should.

I am strongly opinionated

and will not

like being treated

with the perks

that comes with

"being a woman."

I am always

confused

about where

I want to be

and what

I want to do.

I lie at times

When I think it's a

fair thing

and also sometimes

because it gets "easier".

I give justification

 for small things

where it doesn't call for

but still I have the

urge to.

I acknowledge

my "flaws"

and know that

perfection is

a misconception

a mirage

a unrealizable

paragon.

It doesn't mean

I don't try to

be a better person,

more liberal

less critical

more welcoming

less malign.

I never said

that I wont try

to improve

upon my shortcomings.

All it means

is agnizing

that perfection

isn't the criterion

by which

we judge

ourselves or

others.

I may not be perfect.

But my flaws

make me the

unparalleled person

I am.

They make me

real me

and not the one

I want to be

I am not perfect.

Are you?

Life's Beauty Revealed

A wood pecker on a tree;

A spider’s web; a humming bee;

Flocks of birds surging high;

How the seasons say good-bye;

The rising sun in the east,

How eagle snaffles its feast;

The full moon when slowly wanes,

The smell of the earth when it rains;

Stars that shine all through the dark ;

Snails crawling around in a park ;

A kitty’s whir; a sparrow’s chirp;

Ever heard the mice slurp?

Butterflies wooing the flowers;

Cows jawing the wad for hours;

The whickering of a grazing horse;

Walls covered by a carpet of moss;

An ant stocking a grain of wheat,

Droplets sparkling like little beads;

Water that makes its own course;

A rabbit jerking its pink nose;

Wind blowing away the pollen;

Ever noticed the rabbit warren?

Man walks on the road of strife,

For him, work is life!

But stay for a moment to look around

the treasure of beauty… Oh! See around!

And you’ll cherish these moments for a long time,

These gifts of nature are the prime.

The work may be devastatingly absorbing,

But, these are the things that make our lives worth living!

My perspective

Although it may seem, a lot of times, that there is nothing new to add to something,  I think each of us bring a new perspective, new persuasion, new theme from a unique viewpoint.

I’ve wondered many times why anyone would want to read what I have to say – after all, it’s all been catalogued before by someone more learned, someone who’s proficient on the topic or has researched similar topic in depth, someone who has more wisdom and experience. And all this “better” content is reachable to anyone who wants to Google it.

So, why then, do readers visit this blog? Why do I spend my time and energy writing whatever comes to my mind? And I have reached the conclusion that it’s because I have something meaningful to add. Maybe the central idea has already been presented before, but I bring in my unique perspective.

The person I am today is a sum total of my experiences and that started from my birth itself. If I wasn’t born to middle-class parents; if I wasn’t their pampered child; if they hadn’t sent me to one of the best schools in the city; if I wasn’t encouraged and supported to believe in myself – the scenarios are endless. Every step of this way, I have had experiences, got opportunities, formed relationships that helped me evolve as an individual and shape a certain vantage point. That is what I share with you.

I, therefore, have something to add to what has already been said.

My own words “matter” because they’re pertinent, they present a different take that is mine, and a lot of “average” people can relate with them.
These aren’t just echoes in a shriveling chamber — this is my original voice in a fast-expanding, interconnected, heterogeneous online world.
I have a story to tell that no one, other than me, can tell.

Longing for tomorrow....!

An entire day passed by
in a windstorm of activity.
Projects, phone calls, e-mails,
conversations and IMs.
Non-stop exchange of information.
Reactions. Joyfulness. Emotions.
Call for a pause button deepens .
No respite from the craziness.

As I splatter my face with water
I close my eyes and let my mind wander.
The chirping sparrow reappears.
And flocks of bird surge high

As I scrub my face,
It brushes of the tiredness.
The assignments. The deadlines. The pressure.
Into the passage they sink.
Disappearing like rings of smoke..

I then look at myself.
A streak of red
Brightening the tired kohl eyes.
A tingling smile.
That Today is over.
Tomorrow will be another day.

Return

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I love spending a lot of time with toddlers because it allows me to experience unabridged, unsophisticated, unrestrained joy. Their playful eyes and their creaks of glee reminds me of all I have lost in my journey.

They are right at the precipice of knowing things — the kind that we can understand — but despite their verbal “handicap”, they’re pretty good at communicating. They go around in circles when they are happy, cry when in pain or when they seek attention or to get things their way and squeal when in surprise.

They live for the moment.

It’s almost like attending a free therapy when I’m with these kids. They know how to live their life king size. And they offer their “wisdom” to anyone willing to share. 

Raising them is no easy task. It’s difficult to gaze in admiration when you’re cleaning poop. But as an outsider, I am thankful. They teach me to have an open mind that anything is possible to be free; to ask question; to get amazed at the simplest of the things; and most importantly, to be me.

They help me peel away the layers of worldliness, knowledge, and debonair and enjoy the rawness of the human spirit.

To experience happiness in its purest form.

To feel filled within.

I’ll probably feel a speck of sadness when these children grow up with time, but for now I shall  make the most of their wonder years and enjoy my return to the age of innocence.

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Hyderabad to me...

Well, I am in South India. Not for the first time though, but definitely the first time for more than 2 weeks and with another year and a half lined up. 
So this is it, Welcome to Hyderabad!

With my upbringing in Delhi, I have had quite an assortment of food! But since 15 days, my every meal at the mess includes Rasam or Sambhar! 

Food the way I’ve never seen before
Vegetables that I don’t identify
Curry leaves in everything
Rasam everywhere
No ‘daal’ in the daal
LONG queue for bath and longer for lunch

To top it all, Long hours of classes! Wait... I asked for college life, not school life!
 My life is suddenly going into a routine! What's happening? Waking up at 8 in the morning is the only sad part of my stay so far. I can still manage with the food but not sleep :P
The TV doesn't have a remote. Common..Who can enjoy TV without a remote. If you want to change, You need to get up and change the channel. So it keeps on playing telegu stuff and I don’t even cross that corridor. 
My room-mate’s possibly the best I could ever have! She is my best friend, so it’s like having someone from back-home live with me :-) 
Very few guys in the college(Hot guys are scarce) but I made some good amount of friends.So, life doesn’t actually suck :P Its actually cool to live at the hostel. Its so much fun here. You stay in a party mood 24*7 staying at the hostel. 


Hyderabad's language is funny. I’m not talking about telegu, any south Indian language is the same for me; Here, I talk about the hyderabadi hindi :-| Oh, you’ve gotta hear it to know what I’m talking about. Sometimes, I feel that I don't even know Hindi for that matter.

Ok. This is different from the place I grew up.
Very different.... actually!
But I am sure that life has a lot in store for me here

I liked the faculty though. Classes get boring because I don't sleep well at night ;)
Even seniors have been good so far. 
Ahem. So well, you get the hang of it, don’t you? 
Somethings suck big time here but then the amount of fun I am having can compensate for that. I am loving every part of it here. And surprisingly, I don't miss Delhi :)

I will not be able to write often now.Nift is keeping me alot busier. It's gets a little difficult to sit and write something with such amount of activity going around you. 

Hyderabad Calling...

And I am answering the call.

I never thought I would feel this way. Rounds and rounds of shopping done, lists made, planned and re-planned everything, empty shelves, bags packed,  clean room and my heart - filled with vacuum.

Amusingly, Most my bags are filled with "Blue" color. I don't know why I choose that color each time I shop. When someone asks me for my favorite color, I say "Black" or even "White" or "depends" but still I choose blue when given a choice!
And right now, I am Blue!

Cried like a baby when my mother talked about being an independent girl and taking care of myself in Hyderabad. I always wanted this life but my empty room makes me feel so depressed. Writing this post is another atrocious experience.

All final preparations have been done, Last calls from best friends and last messages from cousins have been wrapped up. But how should I wrap up this empty feeling?

Like I am running away from my responsibilities, Like I am losing something very near to me, Like I am being self centered and pursuing my dreams on cost of my duties. Duties of being my parent's kid, of being a friend, of being there for people who have always been there for me, of being a shoulder to cry on when mum had something to share!!
I love my mom, grandmother, my dad n even "my brother"!!

Why can't I stay at home? Why am I so aspirational?  Why can't I make a future in the city where I was born? Why am I doing this.... to myself and my near ones? Why is it so important to constantly keep running?

Anyways, my priorities are set, the choices are made, and I made them.
My parents supported me through out with this and I just can't thank them enough for believing me and my dreams. My mom has always been my support system and somewhere I want to live upto her expectations , thus the chase... thus the burning desire to be the best! I don't know how crucial this move is in to shape my future, how much I will be able 2 achieve out of it, how much worth it is of all the sacrifice..

All I know is, its now or never.
And I don't want to regret later for the choices I made.
Its not easy, well nothing is!
And I am going to give it my best shot.

So, adios to everyone! I may be busy there but gimme a call whenever you want to! I'll always be there!
Love You Guys!!

P.S: I'll especially miss you: Neha ! the long conversations on phone, the shopping, the coffee n the couches, your advice, n everything!!  I'll miss them all! Please stay in touch!! Love you...

Who cares?!

This morning, a woman in a blue Ford suddenly came in the lane of black punto. He shifted his lane to avoid the crash and came into bicycler's lane. Thankfully, there wasnt any bicycler there! Otherwise, he would have died.

And then, lots of tooting followed. 

When I saw the lady in the blue car, I noticed that she was on the phone and also, with "HT Food guide" on her steering wheel and it looked like that she doesn't know where she was going. The guy in the black car consequently rolled down his window and started abusing . 

It wasn't a new thing to see in a place like Delhi, but the reason that I write about this today is precisely that — it has become commonplace.

During my daily commute, I see drivers blaring, showing the middle finger, changing lanes perilously and running over people walking.

And then there are people who keep messaging, attending calls, applying kajal and lip gloss, watching a DVD (yes, I’ve seen that!!), reading the newspaper, painting their nails, eating and turning around to feed their babies at the back — these are the people who are the reason for such disorder. We have the laws to ensure that such things dont happen. But who cares?

It amazes me to see how people forget that they are not only responsible for their families travelling with them but also everyone else whose travelling on road.

And it’s not until they meet an accident that they realize such deportment. But isn't it too late then?

What do they gain from those extra ten seconds? How do they agree to put their lives in danger just to make in that green signal? How can they be so uncivil, so unkind? Why can’t they stop somewhere to finish their lunch and then move on — all it will take is five minutes! Can’t that lip gloss be postponed till they reach the parking lot of wherever they are headed? Can’t they tell the person on the phone to call back later? 

As per WHO, it’s estimated that 1.2 million people die on world’s roads every year and about 50 million are injured. The road safety record of India is abysmal - every year, more than 1,00,000 lives are lost in road accidents. In addition, this also results in disruption and huge economic, social losses. 

I cant find any explanation for such utter disregard of life, but I hope some of you reading this will recognize this as an opportunity to amend your ways and ask those unsafe drivers in your life to amend theirs..

Is Indian Media - Misusing Its Freedom?

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News? It’s such a jape these days.

There was a time when media was very influential and enhanced critical thinking and analysis for general public. It was the time when reporters did serious journalism and brought up "issues of significance".

It was the time when the badges of journalist were worn with pride.

But now, with the news channels broadcasting 24/7, they have started broadcasting" anything" their news cycle. Not only has the idea of what constitutes news changed but also the way people look at it changed.

I recently watched Halla Bol, a Hindi movie digging into the connection between news and sensationalism. What they impersonated was very similar to what we’re barraged with in the name of news, day and night.

This morning, I was skipping channels when I again noticed this news on a news channel:


It was regarding the cricketer's Dhoni wedding. It was on for almost 10 days now and I still cant figure out the hoopla! Why am I supposed to know the bride? And details of their vacation together? Why cant reporters get a life!

Is this what we’re reducing “news” to?
Striking visuals and beside the point stories — to entertain but not educate.

Whenever I ask this from an elder, I am told that it is viewer's choice!

Is it?

Is this kind of blunder acceptable instead of the problems that really need to be looked into? Have we given it up to the media for telling us what the news should be?
If not, why don’t we articulate our repulse?

Or, are we viewing TV just for entertainment sake making an assumption that real news can be read in the newspapers too?

Media is supposed to be a reflection of  the society  but is this what we have become? 

Now, don’t go for tweeting this.
It might just show up on a news channel!

Double Bonanza :D

After an year of disappointments, I finally hit it to the nail.
Yes... I got through NIFT Masters of Fashion Management (MFM).
14th June, 2010.... I will always remember this day!
past year was tough! After hell lot of entrances, only "1" success. I was so looking forward to it. I needed it.
This is gonna be a new phase of my life. I will soon be in "Hyderabad" with my best friend. I always wanted this life. Being on my own... struggling through the way... I hope everything goes well from now on!

Talking about the second bonanza, I gotta new laptop! Lenevo U450P.... I loved it. Not only it is awesome but for a laptop. it's pretty sexy! Cant get my hands off it :)

Wish

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On a busy day
I stop by the coffee shops
Just for a sip or two
Not that I am addicted to it
But to you…

Each time I sit in coffee shops
My memories of you faded…
They come and they go…

So wonderful….
Oh! How we met...
a cup of coffee
whiff of those arometic beans
with little reason or rhyme
in the corner of the cafe...

Those subtle thoughts
the little words
Smiling, Laughing, Relaxing
Over coffee,
at your favorite little cafe

I didn’t speak
The look on your eyes
expressed your soul
your voice so compelling

Every word you spoke
touched my soul
the tone of your passion
and the way you could pause my thoughts

As the caffeine surges through me
and brings my body to life
I wish you were here…
This time too..

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Sleepless nights...

As 8th July, 2010 comes near, it creeps deep into me.... the FEAR! I don't know why? Its a strange feeling I have got. I have got through NIFT Masters of Fashion Management and on 8th July, I have my counselling. I will be alloted a centre on that day. I always wanted Bombay or Bangalore as my choice of centre and now when its completely in the hands of God, I am worried. Now that I dont believe Him but because I am asking for such alot of things together.

I researched about both the centres and every time, I come up to a different conclusion. I cant figure out which one is the right better option for me. I have now completely left it to the God but still it scares hell out of me.. I don't know why!

Another aspect of the story is that I have got my best friend from school  been admitted to the same course. Initially, I never thought that we could stay together in our post graduation but now when I know that our ranks are so close, I have the "greed" to stay together. I may not be admitting that to my family or any of the friends but I want to stay with her and I am praying hard for that. I want both of us to get the same city: Bombay or Bangalore! I am neutral among the choices as far as we stay together. I never thought that I would exploit my options because of a friend but I can't help it. I will do everything to be with her for the next two years of my life. I have been sleepless since nights due to this. I find it a little silly to take this here but I need to get it out of me as soon as possible.

I hope 8th July will hit soon and  we both get the same city. I don't  really care if I get Bombay or  Bangalore! I know the city(as long as it is Bombay or Bangalore) wont make a difference to the career I have always aspired for!

P.S. Its a completely random post throwing alot that has been inside me since a month.

77 fiction

Note:- 77 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 77 words. 


There was abuzz all over the place. Everyone in the family was excited. Special arrangements were done to welcome today’s guest. Rajat was introducing his fiancée to his family today and they were going to marry soon. 

The door bell rang.

Everyone quickly settled down while Rajat went to open the door.

He welcomed the guest with a kiss. Everyone was shocked at first sight.

Rajat introduced the guest as they entered, “Hi everyone… He is Rahul.”

77-Fiction: Child labor

Note:- 77 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 77 words. 

That day, kitty party was in her posh bungalow. Every single detail of the party was flamboyant.

They spoke highly on how child labor must be stopped, that such kids desperately need love, education, and care . They took an oath not to employ one. At the end, they raised a toast for the homeless children

When done, with his diminutive hands and hopeful eyes, he rushed to the kitchen to clean up the mess...

Poor Chotu!

Messy mess!

I have always been berated for having no order i.e. a messy desk, closet and my room!

Here’s how it goes down: 

Mom would threaten to throw all my “junk.” I would clean my desk — organize the shelves, align my text books, hide away my color pens and paintbrushes, throw the scraps of paper lying around and throw away the things that I kept an year ago and never looked back to them again.

Mom would come in a couple of hours and say, “Finally I can see the wood! Why do you have to live like a pig?” All I would do is roll my eyes!

A month later the drama would be repeated.

Why don't I keep my desk clean? 

Because those piles reminded me of all the things to do and all the things I had accomplished. I knew exactly where my things were under that cumulus of magazines, textbooks, notebooks and whatnots! I could pull relevant documents in a second when my desk was in the state of utter confusion.

But parents can't understand. Neither did my friends — always volunteering to help me clean up.The mess that infuriated them, nutrified me. I felt comfortable with the “chaotic display of sheer laziness.” I still do!

I am doubtful whether I would think differently five to ten years down the line!

Facebook Syndrome

What is the first thing you do when you switch on your laptop?

I login to my facebook account!!
 Am i addicted??       
Well, maybe!


I have been on facebook since 4-5 years and I have lived and breathed on Facebook.
From uploading photos and following random people to playing games and “liking” Chocolate Brownies, I have done it all.


There was a time when I would post 3-4 status a day.  From "Surbhi Jain is worried about the results" to "Surbhi Jain is on cloud 9!! woopie...." I shared my life on facebook. And even though it seemed to some of my friends that I had no qualms about sharing “everything” on Facebook, what they didn’t know was that they were part of a selected list that had access to “everything.”.
Yes, You have to have robust privacy settings once you are at a social networking site. 


It sometimes occured to me that why not just e-mail photos to those I wanted to share them with? Because not everyone who was my Facebook friend was in my address book. And everyone was on Facebook! 


While I enjoyed interacting with these folks on the social media platform, I didn’t have their e-mail address or phone numbers stored anywhere. Facebook made it easy for me— it reminded me of birthdays, let me drop them messages, reminded me of the events taking place,  allowed me to chat with them. 


How do I get in touch with them when Facebook dies?

Hidden

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You love him
He doesn‘t love you back. You need him
He doesn't need you back
He leaves
And all you do is
Wait.

For him to take notice
For him to call you once
Just cling onto all the memories, all the fun times
Force your needs upon him
He suffocates, He quits
And you still don’t stop haunting his lives.

He doesn't wanna make things messy
But does he understand you?
Does he realise
What does he mean to you?
And then realization strikes

And start your desperate attempts to act
like you don’t care..
But the truth remains
Its all hidden there in you.

No matter how many  parties you attend
how many vodka shots you gulp
No matter how much you bitch
You tell yourself that you ‘deserve better’
No matter how much you stare at the screen of your phone
And how many hours you stand at the door
No matter how much you wish with all your heart
That you could hear from him one last time..

He doesn't trace his path back
And you continue your endless directionless wait
Every passing day....

P.S. To every girl who still waits,
Yes, patience is a virtue. But do you deserve being treated like that?

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Marine Drive...

Those who have a lot of things going through their mind
Those looking for peace and quiet 
turn their backs to the world 
Face the sea, 
legs dangling from the platform.


Sit by that seaside
with chana, chai and seengdana
Watching the full moon, the high tides
street lights and the buzzing traffic... 


As the water lashes the beach
cool breeze making you tremble 
Sea waves reaching the pavement 
breeze brushing up your face...


With all the happy people around

and a lot of romance in the air
Winds lift up your spirit
and unload your mind....!!

I dont want it to end...

Our last exam happens to be on 24th May and after that, we are done with college!!

*sob sob*

I just received a message from Prerna (a college friend). She wrote something that actually made me cry!
I don't wanna lose it... I want go to college... Gimme three more years of life!!
Hell lot of things going through my mind....
Oh! I feel so nostalgic!

Here goes her message!

24th ko akhiri baar...
Aashia Mathur ki miss cal ayegi,
phir se surbhi late ho jayegi,
or PP par late hone ka ilzam lgayegi,
or motto to sabko wait arayegi,
Deepali Singh jane rohini east ya west se ayegi,
aur Apoorva Bhardwaj phir sabko daant lagayegi....

24th ko....
metro main masti hogi,
Aashia or surbhi metro card dhundati hongi,
lift ka wait karenge
aur rickshaw lene ke liye ladenge....

24th ko....
college k gate pe sweety khadi hogi,
PP ki citi piti gum hogi,
or Yukti Singhal to abhi ghar se hi nikli hogi....

24th ko....
classroom main entry hogi line se,
phir kahenge sab
kab aaoge tum rohini wale time pe,
phir masti, kuch yaadein, kuch hasi,
and bye....

phir ek dusre ko nasihat ki kal time pe aaye...
par 24th ko yeh nasihat nahi de payenge
kyunki 24th ko hum akhiri bar ayenge!

*sob sob*

I am so touched by this... Love you prerna!!
I am gonna miss each part of it !!
Love you guys!

Blog Awards...... Hurray!!

I never thought I would get one but I have 2 in my pocket now....

Thanks alot Abhishek for giving me this one :D

Rules:

- In order to accept this award, please post it on your blog with the name of the person awarded it including the link to his blog.
- Pass on the award to 5-10 of your most loyal followers.
- Contact those followers and let them know they have been chosen for this award.

I pass this award to

1. Payal

2. Vinz

3. Abhimanyu

4. Mahesh

5. Savira

And this award goes to:
1. Adi
2. Abhishek Khanna
3. Vibhuti
4. Karan
5. Nehha


Oh... It feels so good :D

Happy Birthday Payal :)

Happy 21, Three cheers to you girl, [my best friend!]

Technically, I know you since nine years. Same school we used to attend :-D
 But trust me, the last three years with you have been a total roller-coaster ride!

You are special, I don't need to tell you that; here are the reasons why..

You have put up with all the crap I made you go through..
You have been the shield that protected me from any evil..
You support me into anything I believe in..
You snap me back to reality incase I get too drifted...
and continue to be the friend I never had..

You trust me with your life..
I trust you with my deepest darkest..
We speak everyday till we hang-up..
You read me songs from your entire music collection just because I need something new..
You stay up all night to calm me down..

You talk to me when I am lonely..
You are perpetually around,
to catch me when I am just about to fall..
to make me laugh when I am on the verge of tears..
to make me realise that I deserve the best..
to genuinely take care of someone as unpredictable as me..

and most importantly
You are there when I need to shop
when I need some coffee
You are there to gimme all the "gossip"
You always drop me to the metro station ;)
And I miss you when you aren't online

So,

Happy Birthday Payal:-)

May you get all that you deserve ;-)

and may I be able to feel the same way for you, another 20 years down the line.

Love