101 posts!

I just realised that I have completed publishing 100 posts on my blog and this is the 101th post!

Wow...I never count my posts..just express what-ever I feel. But 100 figure just caught my attention.

I really dont know how many hundred figures I can reach while I am still alive..? But it feels good..Strange...How good would Sachin have felt with his centuries ...Funny though! but it is a great boost to go forward...

Find me...Am I lost In you?

When I turned into you
I eventually started doing things that you like...
But does that mean I forget myself
And just be you for all my life?

Find me...
Am I lost in you...?

When you say and I do it..
It is always a happy moment after..
But When I cannot do the things..
You and I have to wait till we get a real laughter...

Find me...
Am I lost in you...?

You have to realize the thing
I like being you sometimes...just perfect all the time...
But most of the times I like being me...
Just crappy, imperfect and crazy not even worth a dime...

I have found myself long ago..
A woman loves and merges without an ego...
But a Man is one who loves her back with the same space
And has to learn the art of 'Let Go'.

Its time..
Find me..
You are loosing me inside you...

I am turning into You!

I am turning into you...
In your absence...I want me to be you...
So that I can kill my aloneness...
By Being you and being me together...

How I wondered you never let me do things...
I had to restrain myself because you did not like things...
I am doing exactly the same things...
But strangely, I am happier to do them now...

How I planned to break free in your absence...
But I can never let go of your enigmatic essence...
That resides inside me forever...
And makes me feel you when I feel alone...

I am turning into you...
In your absence, I want me to be you...
Come Soon!

Keen, Mean Me!

Keen Keen so Keen
Mean Mean so Mean...

That is what I am
And that is what everybody is..

If you dont believe..
Put yourself to a test..
and it will tell you the best...

Sale Sale Sale!!! Save me...

Carvings...

Well..most of us have the cravings for food..love..a nice hug..a caressing kiss..

But what is the carving that only girls have or probably have 99.9% more than their male counter parts. Shopping..

Yes..its shopping that we women can hardly resist, and it becomes one of the most difficult things to hold back when you see a Sale banner around.

But today I managed to dump my carvings and move ahead without giving in to the money eating monster called sale.

I was just browsing the same shop that I visit near my office during the lunch time and just found a starkling top in a few bucks that was really a good price to buy such a great piece of clothing. I picked it up and marched towards another rack to find another equally irresistable t-shirt, picked that up too.

And kept roaming in thr store for atleast half an hour while getting more and more things to choose from. It was like you want to eat everything but your stomach is already full.

And then I stood in the billing que..and it gane me time to introspect that do I really need this right now? Just because it has a tag that says Before $$ and after $$ and you save $$ I have to buy this. Or is it forced spending in the name of savings. Can buying something you dont really need and just for pleasure save you or make you spend more?

I just sneaked out of the que and hanged the two tops back to their racks and moved back without spending a penny. A big win for me atleast today. Can't say would be able to do this the next time but for today I actually saved a forced and unncesssary purchase.

Who led the ghost of writing out!

It was a usual a nice and sunny day in the chilled Delhi winters and I came back from my school to find out my maternal Grandmother jeweled on the single bed in our drawing room. Wearing a sphisticated light brown silk saree that graced her grey hair and aging skin with a zillion moles, she lied on the bed with one hand over the forehead.

As soon I knocked the door, and saw her, I went upto her to take her blessings and she hugged me with a tight and robust hug. She was looking more overweight than last time. May be her fondness for Jalebis and Gulab Jamuns was clearly visible this time. Naani had a new long gold chain and golden bulb like earings, to display this winter as always.

Naani used to just wait for our winter exams to get over to come to our home for vacations. Although she was a retired doctor, she has so much to do at home. House work was not her thing. She was kept busy by the daily relationship building between herself and her daughter in law. I don’t know what kind of mother-in-law she was…but the love between two of them was obvious as with the string of gossips between her and my mum.

Naani(Grandmother) and my mum used to sit in the Sun and just start their non-stop postmorterm about Geeta(Garnny’s daughter-inlaw). After the session, Naani used to start her customarry sobbing and how hurt she was with the untamed daughter-in-law.

And that’s exactly where the budding poet in me used to rise from the grave and start penning poems for my Granny to cheer her up. The quote I remember that I wrote for her “You are a Rose without Thorns”, took her by surprise to an extent that her little 4 teeth denture was about to fall on the table.

Trying to act as if she is surprised, she put a hand in front of her mouth and said, “Neelima, look what your daughter has written!”? My mother came running from the kitchen “What?” She must have fixed the denture by now , removing her hand from the mouth and pointing towards the paper “look at this…so poetic for a 7 year old! She will be a writer one day!”

Teary Eyed, Heart filled with Anger and Feeling Helpless...

It is not new but the story that I read today in TOI moved me to tears and reduced me to a helpless person who can just shed some tears and move on with the day. I cannot help but to vent my feelings here.

FIVE YEAR OLD NURSERY STUDENT RAPED BY A MIDDLE AGED MAN!

How F****** sick is that? How can one even think about something like this? I just want to convert that man into a girl and make him go through what he did to a poor little baby.

Why is the world not safe for girls in India? Sexual crimes happen everywhere in the world but it seems that Indian society is the most affected by undying demonous desires of some sick men.

If I ever have a girl child in future I would think a zillion times before taking her to India! Although it is the place I grew and love the most..but things like this make me sad and vulnurable to stay away from a land of despos.

I cannot even empathise with the little girl's condition because she does'nt even know what has happened with her. I wonder how her mother and father are coping with this, as they know what has happened and what their girl has gone through.

The middle aged bastard found nothing but to release himself into a 5 year old girl that was innocent, helpless and weaker than other options he could have thaught. She was not even able to retaliate...I curse him from the bottom of my heart and make sure that I pray to get him an apt punishment. If he gets away with this, I will loose whatever little faith I have.

I appeal to all the parents out there especially in India to get their girls to know some hard-core self defence traning so that they are not vulnurable to the henious intentions of a large number of preying eyes.

Carry a pepper spray, a sharp cutter, some chilly powder, always note the auto or taxi number, never leave your child with any relative or neighbour alone, always stay with your child in the playground, and teach them the difference between a friendly and unfriendly touch.

Some simple things that we can do to avoid such circumstances but the most important is that we spread out the message about intolerance of the crime and demand the most rigrous punishment to the offenders to make them think a thousand times before their desires are waiting to burst out of their pants.

Chilly Jittery Sydney Morning in July

It is a chilly and jittery Sydney morning but haven't come across the famous Delhi's winters. Although it is much cooler and windier and chilly to send you to a cold paralytic condition, I still miss my home town's winters.

What do I miss so much despite being in one of the world's most beautiful countries? Hmmm...Let me think...aah well!

It could be the feeling of finally realizing that the winter has arrived and on its peak when you see the security guards lighting a fire and warming up their hands with a stick in one hand and a small glass of Chai in the other on the gate of the society.

Or it could be the smell of deletactable but sinful winter comfort food like Samosas, Pakoras, Gulab Jamuns and how can I forget the 'Gajar ka Halwa'.

Or it could even be the sight of all the ladies of the complex sitting togather in gossiping and knitting sweaters and gracing the park's ground with their littering peanut shells. And fairly floss, fruit and vegetable, peanuts, Saag walla ...all screaming their lungs out to sell their winter stuff.

And..most of all the misty, over foggy mornings where you could hardly see anything that was more than a meter away.

Well..I love being here in this clean, organized and well maintained winter but I do realize that I miss the rustic flavour of Delhi. Although I have moved so far..but a part of me is still very much there...

"Kaun jayga Aye Zaukh,Dilli ki galiyan Chhoor ke.."

+ Google Plus!

A new addition to a plethora of networking sites taking over my life already. I did cut down from orkut and yahoo down to just FB and gmail but this pretty tempting thing seems hard to ignore.

M already trying to cut down and keeping a low profile on FB, avoiding useless contacts and discouraging friends requests from people who just want to intrude into your privacy and vanish.

It is not a review of the features and all that. It is just what I found interesting is the video conferencing feature which means that you can video chat among ten people and see them all at once!

Wow..amazing, I really sometimes want to chat with my mum and take my little neice into conference so that I could watch her and mum both togather.

But am I going to create an account for the same? Well..m still in the thinking process..I am afraid lest me and my husband do the video conferencing to talk to each other while chatting with our families to save time!!!

Ready...

Feel like writing something and saying a big hello to all of you...who if once in a blue moon have read my blog.

Since a certain period of time I feel that my creativity has been transferred to my cooking gas rather than my blog :P

Well, that's what happen when you are committed to something more then ever in your life. I guess the initial hiccups are over and I have realized to strike this balance between waging my cooking spatulas and tick-tocking my keyboard. So I guess there will be more of me on the blog.

Even I know that no one has time to read what I am writing, I know I will find that creative satisfaction of vommitting out my thoughts once aagain...

Life Joins Back...

I dont have that detailing to share but all I can say is that I have joined life back or life has shaken hands with me all over again.