Sunday, December 4

Happy Birthday!

To someone, who has been by my side ever since I have known. Someone who'll solve others' problems before her own. To someone who I wish all the happiness in the world! Happy Birthday 'Once a Saint, Now a Sinner!'
Lots of Love!!

Thursday, December 1

Its December!

My favorite month of the year? Kind of yes and kind of not. Another year came to an end, and analyzing what the year did to me- this is the part which I don't like much.
What I like about it is, Winters. Yes. My second favorite season of the year. Not year, well, it actually overlaps two years. So my second favorite season as such after monsoons of course.
So winters are officially here. I woke up this morning, to a cloudy and foggy and chilly weather. A very winter-ish morning, first of the season. I smiled. As if God followed calender religiously and knew, it is December, so fill the colors accordingly. November's last morning yesterday, was comparatively sunny.

Also, it was a fulfilling morning. I finished the one month challenge last night, I took up on the fiction Blog, I wrote about. Rising up to a feeling of gratification. 
The response received was enormous. Almost 1400 blog hits in one month. Way bigger than I had expected. Already received 2 requests to continue Shutter Inspired Micro Shots as a 365 day thing. Overwhelmed I am, but 365 day is a very very demanding commitment. 

This 30 day challenge was demanding as well given my frequent work related traveling. I had to schedule 4-5 posts twice to keep the challenge going. Taking up photos, thinking about stories to be woven on them, was a hell of a job. 
I had given up somewhere in the middle of the month, if only some people had not kept encouraging every day. Special mention to Punky, Lady Nimue and even MeethiMirchi. Thanks a lot for constant boosting, kind words of inspiration. Your constant comments on the posts, let me know that you were reading :)

No regrets though. All's well, that ends well. This, however, is not the end. Just a beginning.
A new beginning at the end of a year, sure sounds ironic, but then, its never too late :D
I felt sexy, because I felt creative all this Month. 
Hope December is as nice to me. In fact, now that I am in-charge, lets show 'em who the boss is. 
Summing it up in Linking Park's lines :) 

Monday, November 28


'Tu kab marr rahi hai?'
'Ye bhi mazakh hai?'
'Nai nai, ye toh bada serious hai... Teri factory mein ab khoon hi nahi banta?'
'Chahte kya ho tum?'
'Poochna chahta hoon. Tere is ghar mein security alarm toh nahi hai?'
'Kyon? kya karne wale ho?'
'Pooch raha hoon. Prague wala alarm toh bada tez tha. Ek second mein lightein bhi on ho gayin charon taraf. Scene hi badal gaya sara. Aisi bhi security hoti hai pata hi nahi tha. Hi-tech tha bada... Tujhe bahar nahi aana tha Heer. Ab na, mujhe tere paas aana padega.'
'... Jordan... Mat karo ye... Main bardasht nahi kar paaungi'
'Ye main kar raha hoon? Tune kaha meri shakal nahi dekhni. Main aaya tere aage? Do saal mein call ki tujhe? Maine toh yahan tak koshish ki sochun bhi na tere baare mein. Par kya hua? Ye tu hai. Mere saamne khadi hai. Teri samajh mein nahi aayi Heer? Ye kuch aur hai. Jo tujhe aur mujhe saath la raha hai. Reh nahi na paaye hum alag. Nahi reh paaye. Main aaj itni badi hasti hoon Heer. Star hoon main! Itne saare paise hai mere paas. Famous hoon. Par andar, pata hai sirf jalan hai mere andar, bechaini hai. Main sirf tere saath hi set hoon yaar. itti si baat hai. Aur tu bhi. Mere saath nahi hoti toh koi jaanleva bimari ho jaati hai tujhe. Khoon-shoon ban-na band ho jata hai tere andar.'
'Main marr rahi hoon Jordan. Shayad kuch mahine, ya ek saal. Uske baad... main marr jaaungi.'
'Aur jo na marri toh? Tujhe kuch bhi na hua toh? Toh tu meri ho jaayegi?'
'...Jordan... Mujhe hug kar sakte ho?'

Friday, November 25

Air is Heavy

I skip reading the romantic parts in the books and the blog posts that talk about love and pain. I start reading, but then, I stop somewhere in between. 

The emotions are same, timed differently, intensified differently.

And then I think, verbal expression comes naturally to some people. I am not one of them.

Tuesday, November 22

Yun hi kuch kuch

You can not be more sure of anything except your parents' reaction to certain something. It is a weird weird situation. The authority of decision making lies with you, obviously the influence remains theirs. Mine do support me a lot. And I am thankful to God for having blessed me with such a wonderful family.

At times in your life, you come across such people who crush your self esteem to an irreparable level. Reason being, their own need to raise their ridiculously low self esteem. But Again, I am thankful to God, against one such person, I met 4 people who boosted mine without even realizing, they are doing a favor to me.  1:4 is a very high ratio. Not that I'd want a crusher again for another 4 boosters, but Life isn't that a bitch.

Because I am not shallow and blunt to crush people's inflated egos. I am not brought up that way and I've got my standards to maintain.

Sunday, November 13


Love destroys. This is what I thought Rockstar portrayed. Not a review.
Falling in love is very easy. And denying it, even easier. What is difficult, is to not let it burn you inside out. Not being with the one you want to be is like being in a can of worms. 

And for people like me, who'd rather stop feeling than feel a lot, the movie was disturbing. I take pride in boasting I have a hold on my emotions. I know how to curb them and not let my heart win over the brain. But there are hell load of people who are on the other side of the line.
And there are times when I think may be they are doing it the right way.

Besides, I want my own JJ with who I can मचाओ as much गंद as I want to  :)

P.S. Shammi Kapoor is was the real RockStar!

P.P.S. I think I liked the movie, but it is going to take another watch to get absorbed.

Friday, November 4

New Perspective

This blogpost here by Nimue, gave me a new perspective. I thought, we kept the warranty cards, bills, papers of things we purchased, in case we needed repair/ replacement in the warranty period. 

But as it turns out, it is a memory of the celebrations and good times, Milestones of joys. :) 

Thursday, November 3

November Project

Now, this is turning out to be interesting. 

I took up a kind of project on the fiction blog for this month of November. I am calling it 'Shutter Inspired Micro Shots'. What I am going to do in it is, write short stories on a few pictures taken by me. One story everyday for the month of November.

Pictures might be old and new, but entirely mine. So it is serving two purposes in one go- Writing and Photo :D 

Take a look here :) 

Wednesday, October 12


Now is the time to move ahead. Free Mind and free heart. But what's stopping me is PARANOIA. 

Result of being over cautious and still not been able to protect.

Wednesday, September 28

Don't Quit!

Someone from knows  committed suicide apparently because of too much debt.
People who commit suicide want to end things in an easy way. Is suicide an escape, a easy way out to end things?
Debt, like in this case, doesn't end with a life. The people left behind still owe it. 
It needs courage to kill oneself. If only this courage was used requiting adverse situations. 

Probably this is a reason why suicide helplines exist. For people need counseling.

Sunday, September 25

Take Chances.

We meet people, like them, fall in love, give our best, get hurt, fall out of love, smile and move on, get ready to fall in love all over again.

Not Random

Everyone is going to ditch you a some point of time, its your choice who is worth it. 

Being careful is good. But it often leads to paranoia. 

People, still are not worth a chance.

Friday, September 23

Its Fall Again!

Yea. Its Fall yet again. Gawd, where did the year go! (we always wonder the same by this time every year, no?)
So, its fall and Sitcoms have returned. :D

Modern Family and The Big Bang Theory have premiered. Now, I wait for Dexter. :D

Phil Dunphy! O Phil! You were missed babe! 

Also, Chuck Lorre and Bill Prady took me once again with their wit! :D

Please God, despite the clear evidence that its not in your nature to care, bring love and happiness to all the souls who suffer.

Wednesday, September 21

To Hell with Spontainity!

Life doesn't go as per the plans. At least, not mine. I had plans, and then, my life happened. *points in the mirror and laughs*
At times, I wonder, if I planned out a suicide (which I most certainly will not), and went to the railway tracks, India will witness a nationwide Train strike or railway failure of some sort.
Like O'Henry wrote in one of his short stories "Many people have achieved many things whose chances of doing so were much inferior than Miss Martha".

Friday, September 16

Sleeping with a Stranger

There is too much fuss these days. People can be found saying 'Indian women are strange. They'll say NO to sleep with a stranger, but will say YES to an arranged marriage.'

Well, I am not against arranged or love marriages, but I never quite understood this thing. How is sleeping with a stranger comparable to arranged marriage.

In my opinion, you'll never be forced to get married to a stranger for one (exceptions excluded); and for two, you'll never be forced to sleep with a stranger. And, I guess the urban people, who do not live in very backward and orthodox societies have this much of hold on their lives. Especially, the people who have a say in the decision of their lives. As in saying Yes or No to an arranged marriage.

You do get a chance to know and understand your partner in an arranged marriage before you land into bed with them. 

Also, the intellectual people who have hypothetically proved this theory to be correct, what would you call the people who are up for sleeping with strangers but say NO to arranged marriage?
And, you can not disagree that there are no people like that.

Also, some experienced souls tell me that immaterial of how many years you have been into a relationship, the other person does turn out to be a stranger even in love marriages. 

Besides, there are people who think the sole purpose of marriage is getting to sleep with someone at the luxury of their own house, at their own disposal. I have got nothing to say to them. 

To each, his own.
IMO, Marriage Sleeping with a stranger.

Wednesday, September 14

Being Indifferent

I have stopped thinking. I do not want to give myself time to think anything that could give me aches. 
Being indifferent is what I choose. Ignoring and being indifferent are class apart. Latter being superior. 
When you ignore something, you give it an undue importance you don't realize. 
Indifference is the key. Temporary may be. Just, it is peaceful this way.

Saturday, August 6

Another Year Wiser.

Wiser or not, I doubt, but I like to keep it that way. :D 
Never wanted to create a fuss about it, so kept away form Twitter, but somehow this Punky boy, who very fondly calls me his bro, (hugs for it) happened to remember. :) And hence proved that he just doesn't call me bro for the sake of it. :)
Well, I need to thank some 100 people on Twitter.  Cha.alo, I'll mange.
Among other news, many unexpected events took place. Some people always manage to outsmart me. Doing what I think they wouldn't and not doing what I think they would. Whatever be the reason. You know who you are if you are reading this. 
Also, my only Point and Shoot camera passed away just a few days back. So, I am kind of feeling handicapped. Very sad indeed. 

And, yes, Birthdays *ARE* overrated. 

Wednesday, August 3

Dexter, in Me.

Dexter. Someone I love. Not because he is hot, not because he kills people who escaped justice for their wrong doings. But, I have this, something he defines as dark passenger. i don't kill people though. Neither am I planning to do it sometime in future. Whatever he says, somehow is somewhere inside of me. Or, like he says, inside of everybody. Some people manage to make it prominent and let it prevail. Others, just hide it under their niceness. 
I've still got a huge pile of unread books to deal with before I possess the Dexter series finally. It makes me sad. 
  • Tonight's the night.
  • Don't be sorry that your darkness is gone. I'll hold it for you. I'll always keep it in me. 
  • I like catching bad guys. I thought we all did.
  • Instincts are all I've ever had.
  • We all have secrets. In that way, I'm just like everyone else. Sorta.
  • I know that look. I've had that look. He likes control, needs it. So I'll take it away from him.
  • I'm the helpful handyman. How evil can I be?
  • I just know there's something dark in me and I hide it. I certainly don't talk about it, but it's there always, this Dark Passenger.
  • There are no secrets in life, just hidden truths that lie beneath the surface.
  • All you can do is play along at life and hope that sometimes you get it right.
  • Somehow it's reassuring knowing I'm not the only one pretending to be normal.
  • Sometimes you just want to forget who you are altogether.
  • I feel like a kid at his own surprise party.
  • People fake a lot of human interactions, but I feel like I fake them all, and I fake them very well. That's my burden, I guess. 
  • I've lived in darkness a long time. Over the years my eyes adjusted, until the dark became my world and I could see.  
  • I feel like I am floating. Floating on the surface of my own dreams.       

Friday, July 29

When it rained Bombs

This post is based on absolutely true events. The hilarious events of this incidence took place on the early morning of July 29, 2011.

Early morning, means early morning to me, because I was fast asleep. Thank Weather Gods, this year, like I said already, they have been generous in my part of the world, the morning routine (read jog) being on halt because of the rains, the waking up part becomes delayed. (On a totally unrelated note, monsoon, I tell you is the most sinful season of the year. We do not work out and eat a lot, that too pakode, samose et al).

So, getting back to the story, I was fast asleep and I woke up to a loud thud. Thud would be an understatement. Voice of explosion was my first idea. When a person is fast asleep, wait. When a person like ME, is fast asleep, (I like to think myself belonging to the clan of Kumbhkaran. There are other stories behind this association, reserving them for some other time) a meek sound can not wake me up, and if I woke up with a startle, that means something actually huge happened. So, I was startled and surprised, and shocked and stumbled to find my phone and check the time. It was exact 6.00 am.
Because I live 30 kilometers away from Lahore, even though it is a very peaceful area now (touch-wood), first thing that came to my mind was, that we've been attacked from across the border, and air bombing has been happening. The next instant thought was that being under attack was kind of impossible because Miss Hina Rabbani Khar, the honorable Foreign minister of our neighboring country was our guest currently, they wouldn't risk attacking at this moment.
And, then it happened again. There was a huge orange flash outside my window followed by the boom-boom-boom-boom a few seconds later. The simple physics law came to my mind at that time. Light travels faster than sound. That was when I realized, things taught at school stay in our minds, even in the moments of panic. :D 

Many other panicky thoughts crossed my mind like being bombed, dying, my parents sleeping in the room downstairs, my brother who is living in the other city. I realized how short life was and how precious every moment spent with our loved ones is. Well. That's how life is. When you think it is coming to an end, you know who you're going to miss. :)

Anyway, the daring* I am (another unrelated note- if you haven't, go watch a dubbed movie called Diler- the daring, starring Chiranviji from Telegu film industry. It airs of Star Gold/ Zee Cinema very often. It is meant to be adventure-thriller, but is comical. Totally worth watching), I decided to go check out what was going on outside. I knew if it was bombing, something could really hurt me if I go outside, still I took the chance. 

Throwing the covering sheet away, I marched out of the room, opened the door in the balcony, and stepped out. To find out it was raining. Not drizzling, not cats and dogs, just raining. Initially, it was very hard for my eyes to adapt to the light outside and they were absolutely watery. I rubbed them for sometime to make myself see what was happening. It was still boom-boom-ing from the last explosion. All I could see was rain and pigeons. Lots and lots of pigeons. Panicky. Flying in from the direction of the explosion to the other side and looking for a shelter.

Just to make it clear how did I think too much and how did so many things happened, while the sound of the explosion was still in the air, may I tell you, MY thoughts travel faster than light. :)

Anyway, I stood there for a few minutes. First in the rain, and moved under the shelter, waited for some action to happen again, but it did not. I was, yes, kind of disappointed at first, but my conscious woke up and scolded me for thinking such bad things. :D Then, I decided it had been nothing, but clouds colliding. Like, huge clouds. What else can you do in a situation like this? Compromise on a simpler logic. 

I was up, wide awake. I went downstairs to check on my folks. They were up and then we discussed the events over cups of tea on a rainy morning. I told them about my perception only to find out my dad had thought the same. :D WAR. God forbid. Followed by the stories of 1984 and 1989, Operations Blue Star and Black Thunder respectively. Which was very hard time for Punjab. Thankfully, it is over and Punjab is a happy and peaced-out place once again. 

Misunderstanding cloud collision with an air bombing is something else and funny, but I really wish nothing of that sort happens again and peace prevails in the world.

P.S. I do not mean to hurt feelings of any nation  and/ or  community with this post, in case, un-intentionally I happened to do so, apologies in advance.

Tuesday, July 19


4 years and 200 posts. I am still where I was when this blog first breathed. Just back there. Also, on Twitter since 3 years. Too Wehli. Hawa Hawayi.
I've loved this space. And, I always will.

Tuesday, July 12


A news item in the local paper caught my attention 2 days back.

A family gave up their 2 year old daughter to two unknown women on a Two wheeler near Golden Temple, Amritsar because they wanted to their daughter to be in the local orphanage. Now, they have made a fuss out of it that the unknown women kidnapped their daughter, because she has not reached the orphanage yet, that is one week after they gave her up.

First thing first, when you have given up your daughter, how does it matter to you if she has reached the orphanage or kidnapped or done anything with.

Spinelessness has a new facet to it. Yeah, right. Parents wanted their child to get good food, good environment they could not provide. How mean is that. reminds me of the part from 'A thousand Splendid Suns' when  Laila and Mariam have to give up their daughter Aziza. 

Absolutely inhuman.

Tuesday, July 5

I am There. Almost.

One of those days when I just can't take it anymore. The dam is on the verge of breaking. Seeing the folks helpless and knowing the reason is me. Sick. Very.

Wednesday, June 29

A Punch in the Face of Pyaar.

Spoiler Alert for the people who haven't yet watched Pyaar ka Punchnama. Not a review though.

Every woman who watched and liked Pyaar ka Punchnama, must have been thinking that 'Thank God I am not like any of the three girls in the movie'. Which, being honest, is not true. At some point of our lives, we've all been bitches, or done something or other if not exactly like the three women in the movie.

Just because the movie is about the male perspective which was kind of not portrayed so openly yet, and is new to us on the screen, you can not deny the truth that you haven't been like Neha- the all time cribbing, sulking, crafting and putting the blame onto the guy's shoulders; or like Charu- guiling, shrewd, just using someone for your own convenience and then throwing them out like doodh mein se makkhi; or even like Riya- indecisive and manipulative.

Someone on Twitter a few days back said they all the Indian men want this movie to be a nomination in Oscars. Not for 'Best Movie in Foreign Language' but for 'Best Documentary' category.

But that is just the male perspective. 

If the very same movie was made from the woman point of view, the sympathy totally would've been won by the girls, and the guys who have all the pity would have been termed a**holes by all of us. 

Of course, the cutest Rajat- the cry baby, emotionally unstable guy, who after living in with a girl for a while decides to leave her and walks out on her. If the movie was not the guys' POV, Rajat had been the moron of the movie. Also, Nishant a.k.a. Liquid- who would've otherwise been considered to continuously taking chances on a girl new in the office and in the town even after knowing that she has a boyfriend and is going through rough phase of the relationship. He would've been understood as the DESPO trying to manipulate an emotionally weak girl and trying to get into her pants.
And Vikrant a.k.a Chaudhry had been the similar DESPO and POSSESSIVE boyfriend. All of the three falling in the category of dorks.

No, I am still unbiased as far the battle of sexes is concerned. Read my views on the topic, in an older post here

Honestly, the difference is only of perspective. If we consider this neutrally, every married/ in a relationship man on the face of the Earth will be unhappy. So will be every woman. If somehow, everyone decides to remain 'single and happy', this way, the world can not sustain.

Besides, I really liked the movie. there were moments when I literally laughed aloud. The guys were 'not-boring', all three of them and the girls were not 'ugly'. The movie on the whole is very nice.

Also, watch the best scene of the movie here :D

Oh and the P.S.: I happen to know that 'punchnama' literally translates to 'affidavit' and not the 'punch' punch. 

Tuesday, June 28

Short and Real.

You'll never know who is what.
Nothing is predictable. Also, Nobody. No matter how much you claim to know them.

Sunday, June 26

The Amazing Case of Sub Conscious

Isn't it amazing the way our mind plays games with us. Anatomy, Neurology, I am not a geek to know much about it but it is amazing the way the brain controls us.
Dreams for example. kind of a movie playing in our sub conscious mind. I guess the maker of the first movie ever had been inspired by the dreams. 
Ever noticed the dreams come in retina eye display, LED, technicolor,  Eastman color, black and white and even sepia? Mine do. The pace they play us is unmatchable. Not even a 64x speed matches the speed of the dreams at times.
One moment you are at home, next moment, as you step out of your house, you find yourself in some other city, talking to a friend, the very next moment, you reach your college, and next, your old school. 

Time traveling, teleporting and what not. Dreams give ideas. They give solutions to problems we are unable to solve in our conscious mind, Déjà Vu is new to nobody.
I read somewhere, that according to a study, women in their dreams, see, usually people they know in real life. On the other hand, men see strangers.
Whatever be it, I find it way too amazing. Sometimes there are nightmares, but they don't stop me from looking forward to dreams. And then they want to know why am I so fond of sleeping. :D

P.S. The Sunday effect, I have been sleeping through the day and I still feel like Kumbhakarna. 

Thursday, June 23


This post is dedicated to all the people I have not exactly loved and lost.
Started my morning with a very shitty news. A worker from our factory passed away in an accident. Senior most employee of our organization. He was way past the retirement age and came to workplace because he had nothing else to do at home. He just sat and ordered the other workers around. We used to laugh about him that he behaves like he was the owner. :) I remember him from ever since I remember my life.
He was hit by a train while he was trying to go past a closed railway crossing. We Indians will never understand that the safety measures are meant for our own safety. What a cruel way. 

May the departed soul Rest in Peace.
This feeling is weird. I was shocked when I was first told the news. Then there was utter sadness. Knowing someone from all your life and suddenly finding out that they have been cruelly taken away is absolutely weird.
Somehow, I am reminded of my school bus driver- Lakhwinder uncle. I knew him ever since I remember going to school. I got to know about his demise a few moths after he actually passed away. I had passed out of school then. I had the same feeling then as well.  
The law of nature is, whoever is born has to go away. 

May God be with all and one.. 

Tuesday, June 21


There are times when we come across people who we think are our soul-mates. Who understand us, who complete us. With who, we can share our deepest, darkest secrets. With who, we can be ourselves. We can verbalize our stupid-est of thoughts and deepest desires with them.
I too have met some people like that. 
For me, every time, that has been a phase. It happened and it went away. Those people left. And then I realized those very people robbed me, they stole my dreams, took away my wishes. As if I was just a source for them. Source of Ideas. 

People use. 

Soul-mates are actually sole-mates, who become Sore-mates and also Sour-mates.

P.S. This post is NOT about Love. 

Saturday, June 18

Getting back to Reading

How much have I missed reading, I myself had no idea until I resolved on Dec 31 2010 to get back to reading. I celebrated my new years eve reading. Totally worth it. 
Been lazy, occupied or whatever be the reason, once someone who could not sleep without reading at least one chapter, no matter how tired or sleepy; and coming to not reading a single book in months, I felt ashamed of myself.
I could blame Twitter easily for that, but no. Its my own fault.

The abandoned Book Shelf cleaned and adorned for the picture.
However, I have decided to go back to reading. :)
Over last five months I have read some books
  • The Choice- Nicholas Sparks
  • 100 Selected Stories- O'Henry
  • White Tiger- Arvind Adiga
  • Bombay Rains, Bombay Girls- Anirban Bose
  • Highway on my Plate- Rocky Singh and Mayur Sharma
  • Man, Woman and Child- Eric Segal (again)
  • Right Ho Jeeves- P.G. Wodehouse (currently reading)

I know its not enough to be boasted about, but seeing the track record of my past one year ( I'd rather refer to it as lost one year), it isn't bad start to get back on the track.
Special Mention to White Tiger which I read in less than 10 hours while traveling on a long route, so that makes me feel happy. Bombay Rains, Bombay Girls, too, was half read en-route, and the rest half lingered on for days, which I feel bad about.
Thank God for Flipkart.
Next books in queue are Dexter series by Jeff Lindsay. 
Given my love for the show, I am definitely going to read the whole series, no matter how many years it must take. :D Fingers crossed.

Thursday, June 16

From Lunar to Lunatic

Last night, I was up to almost the whole time to witness the Lunar Eclipse of the century. Indeed it was a divine experience and of course the opportunity of multiple lifetimes. I feel charged up today with positive energy despite the fact that I overslept today and skipped the routine workout :D
So, it happened, I was standing in the balcony with my brother to look at the brilliant view, when the brother was tired and bored to stand and decided to continue with his Mortal Combat, I stood in the balcony with my camera (Point and Shoot of course *sigh*), to get lucky and get some shots of this phenomenon. 
The shots weren't that great, but I still managed to get one or two sexy poses from the celebrity of the night, when, all of sudden, there was one huge blinding bright bolt of lightening in the sky. A few birds, must be crows, guessing from their size and shape flew around and by the time I could understand what was happening or get my camera to take a tour around, the batteries of the camera ran out and it made a bye bye sound. I was kind of surprised and shocked to see the batteries dying because I had charged them already for this show. But that was not end of the show. In fact, it was the beginning. Yes. 
The daring person I am, and I am (in)famous for it in my family, I decided to stay there and keep witnessing the cool dude getting eaten up. It was nice. Actually, brilliant, magnificent, splendid, enchanting and what not. It was an extra ordinary beauty. 
One Shot from my Point and Shoot camera.
And then, came the time when it was gone. Completely eaten up, a red ball of fire was visible. How I wish I could click that picture. It was so very sexy, making me want to fall in love. The whole phenomenon turned into divinity.
It was when I started seeing or imagining or visualizing moving shadows of like a wolf face and paws in whatever was visible of the moon after full eclipse. With my camera dead and my phone unable to capture the beauty or spookiness, I was left with nothing to record that very moment, I picked my iPod and typed this as status on Facebook. 

 "My camera batteries ran out all of sudden and I can see shadows moving in whatever is visible of the moon after the full eclipse. This is NOT a set of a horror movie. If I am found dead, treat this as my testament."

As soon as I tapped the 'Share' button over there, thanks to Punjab State Electricity Board, there was a power cut resulting in interrupted wi-fi connection which dint post my status. Honestly, I freaked out for one moment. 
But then, the guts returned and I everything went back to beautiful. The wi-fi resumed and the status was posted. I was way too tired and bugged by the mosquitoes by the time the moon remained eclipsed and before it could resume being uncovered, I had slept peacefully in my bed.
And as un-expected, I woke up alive. :D

Tuesday, June 14

I Behave Best When..

Yes, I behave best when I am ignored. Because that is when I am me. Even being a typical Leo, one of the main characteristics I don't posses is, I don't enjoy attention. Sounds eerie. But that's how it is. When I know nobody is watching me, I can do, say whatever I want. :)

So when I know I am being watched or given attention, I get embarrassed. Also, I find it funny when people flirt with me. Indeed. its funny. I mean someone telling me things about me in a cheesy way, IS funny.
If you are a Leo and reading this, I am sure you must be thinking 'either she is not a Leo or she is lying'. It's not either that I don't like meeting new people or having friends or hanging out in large groups. But I kind of like camouflaging than standing out and make everyone notice me. Of course I love my individuality, its just that I love observing, more than being observed. :D

I don't like when people judge me. In fact, I hate it. And probably that is a reason why I hate being the center of attention. Of course I enjoy when people are jealous of me. In a large group, I'd like to be a leader, but would rather be participative leader than an authoritative one.

No, I do not suffer any inferiority complex. 
Neither I am shy. I am bold, outstanding and everything a Leo woman is, except I don't enjoy a lot of attention. One of the reasons I hardly have huge parties on my birthdays. :D I like being wished on my birthday, but being adorned with huge shower of love. That too at once. It embarrasses me. Like for real. 

Funny. I know.
You know what to do. Ignore. :P 

Monday, June 13

When You are Angry, Vent!

My favorite part from the movie 'Jab We Met'. I know this is super late post, been years this movie was released. But it is never too late to vent out something that has been troubling you. :D Nah, I am NOT troubled. Just got reminded of this particular part of the movie. :D

Saturday, June 4

The Inevitable Rain Post

 2011 has been unusually generous in my part of the world as far as Rains are concerned. Even though they have caused loss for farmers and damage of grains during harvest season that just past by, being a little selfish and taking it on a micro level, I have loved every dab of rain that dropped on Earth. 
There were a lot of rains during February ending and early March which kept pushing away the winters bidding farewell for the year. March stayed pleasant, so did April. May witnessed storms, thunders, hailstorms too which kept the advent of usual scorching summer at bay. June has started and it remains pleasant. 

Hail Storms outside my house
Most of the people I come across love rains, the unexplainable feeling we get when it pours is very special. The smell of wet Earth is so tempting. Rain-gasm I call it. :)

When it rains, there is a storm of rain songs in my mind. 
When it rains, my soul feels blessed.
When it rains, I feel happy.
When it rains, my eyes cry, for no apparent reason.
When it rains, my heart smiles.
When it rains, my creative juices gush around.

Wednesday, June 1

The Bladder Wars

Warning: Explicit language. Not as in abusive, some people might find it offensive. Readers' discretion advised.

You are traveling by road, you have business companions with you, and your bladder decides to take on you. What would you do? Embarrass yourself every half an hour? That is exactly what I did.

I have this problem that when I am traveling on a long route, I get water retention and end up swelling my feet and limbs to a degree that they become sponge foamy, (sounds Funny I know), and of course, lack of urination.
So, it happened this way.
I was traveling some 500 odd kilometers for work (saving you the details torture). 500 kilometers, on my side of the world, mean at least a 10 hour by-road journey. After a non-stop drive of 4 hours, we decided to take a journey break of 15-20 minutes at a nice looking Highway roadside cafe-snack bar. I only had a cup of tea.
In situations like this, it is always advisable to make the maximum use of the loo as long as you can. So did I.
And thus the journey was resumed.

It had only been some 30 minutes of the last visit to the loo when I started feeling that my bladder was filling up again. As embarrassed as I was to ask the driver to stop the car, I decided to wait until there was need to refill the petrol tank of the car as we had been informed a while ago, and I started counting the petrol pumps that past by. By the time 3rd petrol pump passed, it was getting difficult for me to wait. I had asked the driver twice to stop the car at approaching pump so that we could avoid pushing the car to the pump situation when fuel ran out. Only I knew the underlying motive. I guess that is why I was way to quick to spot 4th approaching pump just in time to bring the speed of the car down and refill; and pour out.
What a relief. Phew.
Saved my self embarrassment, only to find trouble chasing me after another half an hour. My bladder was on a roll. It had decided to take on me, that too when I had *formal* company.
I was told that the most preferred and famous Food court of that Highway where the company was planning on to stop for supper was another half an hour away. Obviously, I tried my level best to wait until we reached there. In situations like these, your spirituality and faith in God, multiplies itself manifolds magically. I too was praying hard and fighting my bladder simultaneously. In fact, I was chanting Sheldon Cooper's mantra (If you follow The Big Bang Theory, you'll know what I am talking about) non- stop. But nothing seemed to be helping. 

Waiting for the food court seemed impossible. It felt like the food court was drifting away instead of coming closer even when car was on 120 kms per hour. The other people traveling along had started sensing my uneasiness and discomfort, and they were proving to be more and more irritating every passing minute. I tried diverting my mind by bringing up unruly things and laughing hardest, but it was in fact getting worse. 
Then came a time, when the pressure was at its peaks. I had to ask the driver to pull over the car at the first petrol pump which unfortunately turned out to be closed. What luck dude. I was almost in tears when suddenly I spotted another pump. I breathed. Asked the driver to pull over when he almost passed it. I had to scream, 'emergency' when he reversed the car. I jumped out of the car and ran towards the loo. But The Dude up there, the sadist he is, was finding it fun to play my bladder and my luck against me. The loo was locked form inside with a waiting queue outside it from a tourist bus halting for rest. 
I could have died. I knocked continuously. It was getting impossible to wait. The sight of the queue was a punishment in itself, when finally the door unbolted and a weird looking woman came out. I could really cry the 'khushi ke aansu'. Only to find the queue made a moment, just I was too quick to find my way inside the puke provokingly stinky loo. But it dint matter. I was having the time of my life in there. 

I don't know why orgasm is that overrated. When you get to pee after a bladder war is the best feeling in the world. I swear to God.

P.S. I type this line after I came back from the wash room. Even typing about this incident set my bladder on the loose. Thank god, I am near a wash room.

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