Loving my Loved ones comes naturally
Even if they do not agree with every thing I say...
I do not expect them to say yes immediately
I just want them to listen without reaching to any conclusion per se..
Loving my Loved ones is inevitable
Something I am not in control off..
It is one thing that makes me misreable
And all I want is their Love to pay off...
Loving my loved ones is effortless..
This is what keeps me going in an alien land
Loosing them is the biggest fear, here I confess...
Amen, may there be someone forever to hold my hand
Monday, January 23, 2012
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
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...
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...
Sunday, November 13, 2011
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 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...
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
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!
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!
Thursday, October 27, 2011
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...
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...
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
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 $$ I have to buy this. Or is it forced spending in the name of savings. Can buying something you dont really need and just for pleasure save you or make you spend more?
I just sneaked out of the que and hanged the two tops back to their racks and moved back without spending a penny. A big win for me atleast today. Can't say would be able to do this the next time but for today I actually saved a forced and unncesssary purchase.
Well..most of us have the cravings for food..love..a nice hug..a caressing kiss..
But what is the carving that only girls have or probably have 99.9% more than their male counter parts. Shopping..
Yes..its shopping that we women can hardly resist, and it becomes one of the most difficult things to hold back when you see a Sale banner around.
But today I managed to dump my carvings and move ahead without giving in to the money eating monster called sale.
I was just browsing the same shop that I visit near my office during the lunch time and just found a starkling top in a few bucks that was really a good price to buy such a great piece of clothing. I picked it up and marched towards another rack to find another equally irresistable t-shirt, picked that up too.
And kept roaming in thr store for atleast half an hour while getting more and more things to choose from. It was like you want to eat everything but your stomach is already full.
And then I stood in the billing que..and it gane me time to introspect that do I really need this right now? Just because it has a tag that says Before $$ 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.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
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!”
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!”
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