Small Things

Different people think differently (some dont even bother thinking), perceive the same situation with a different angle and thus react differently. What's normal to you might be a big deal for
someone else...Problems arise when we dont understand this:
"How could he say that? He doesnt care for my feelings...Im just another person for him."
"WTF! Why is she making such an issue outta it?"
Both of you keep on defending your own stand, your own ground and before you realize you have crossed the point of no return. So what could have been an interesting and meaningful journey, you posted the sign of THE END there yourself, all the while wondering whats going on? Y is dis happening?
And what makes it so terribly worse is that its indeed not a very big issue...just some miniscule misunderstanding, some prank gone awry. All it needed was some patience, understanding and a will to save the relationship. Its not that you dont value it but just shedding a few tears and cursing god over Y-this-is-happening-to-me dsnt serve the purpose.
So engrossed we become in our own point of views that we just dont step into other person's shoes and look @ it from his/her perspective. He/She might also be right na? And its not like flipping the coin that either he is right or u r!! You both could be right at your own places...but the idea is to make a move, an effort to salvage something you value, you cherish.
Ego, hurt, shattered expectations or just that empty feeling of Its-all-over stops you from taking that extra step, that one small move that might have been all that was needed. And at times, its truely worth it:)

Am I making any sense? IDC but just felt like putting it up here.

Weird is the word

As suggested by Ancient Mariner, I tagged myself to do this Weird tag. As a sequel to this previous tag (there has been an update on this post so please check), I hereby list down a few weird things about myself. (*Though I dont find most of them weird by any standard, dats the reaction I normally get from people:D)

Weird me 1: I am very whimsical by nature. I get bored and disinterested in things very quickly. Today I am crazy about something after a week I may not even be interested in having a look at it! A case in point would be Tere Bin by Atif Aslam. Once this song could stop me dead in my track and now at times i dont even realise if its playing.

Weird me 2: I laugh at most of the things; even those which are considered sad. So incase, you happen to meet with a road accident while speeding and break a few bones chances are that I might burst into a fit of laughter...that doesn't mean that I am laughing AT you; just that im laughing at the situation.

Weird me 3: I cannot stand cigrettee smoke. So much so that I couldn't even stand seeing someone smoking!! It was a major majoooooooor wala turn-off (things are a little better now). So my freinds and all either will had to wait for me to leave or position me someway so that the smoke dsnt reach me or if nothing of this sort can work then sit a few tables away n smoke away to glory. There isnt any sad story or history behind this...its something i just developed dunno when.

Weird me 4: I am bad at taking favors. Maybe its an ego issue or some sorta superiority complex...dunno. I can help out all n sundry to the max i can do for them but somehow I'll never ask someone to help me or do me a favor. If i just have to then its indeed quiet an effort for me.

Weird me 5: I dont like red colour....anything in it. n dat includes flowers. (Personally I dont find anything funny in it but then dats the reaction I get from people around me so...)

Weird me 6: I tend to become very quiet and withdrawn all at a moments notice...at times even when I am talking to someone. Suddenly I'll wish to be left alone n just be with myself. Its kinda weird for the person I am with @ that time. He/She gets totally zapped n perplexed trying to figure out what happened to her? Did I happen to say something? lolz!!!!!:D

Weird me 7: I absolutely completely hate anyone touching my hair unless Iam at a parlor for a hair cut!!! Some people have this habit to pat u on ur head or run a hand through your hair...I somehow find it very creepy..Eewwwwww!

Weird me 8: Like I said here as well, Its tuff for me to utter this SORRY. As in, not until I really really mean it. Though just a word, I cant deliver it unless I really feel guilty. People around me consider it as I am simply not ready to accept my mistake.

The list can go on but lets put a stop here...i have a feeling its not very complimentary to me. Though I wasnt exactly tagged, I will tag the following people to complete this
Adi
Spectator
Di
Rebellion
Bakfire
n all those who read this...consider urself tagged:)

My room....Girlie??

X: Your place is good but very girlie
Y: Dude, unlike yours, my house is very neat, tidy and organised ok.
X: Exactly! Like I said, its girlie.

A neat, tidy n organised room is termed 'girlie'. Coz gals are meant to be very methodical, proper and nicey nice. So everything around them is shiny n room is spink n span. Well to all those who endorse this view whole heartedly, here is peep in my room. have a look n den lemme know if u change ur opinion.

For starters, lemme lists down things that you wont find in my room.
Pinks- There isnt anything pinky or mauve or red in my room. infact nothing even closer to it. Once had a book that was bright pink in cover but I gave it away so not even that.
A mirror- Yes! I dont have a full length mirror in my room. just a small mirror in the inner lid of a box which I use to apply kajal. I dont think i need to stand in front of a mirror to see if my kurta and jeans are a perfect match.
Flowerly curtains- I DO have curtains ofcourse but they dont give the feel of a permanant 12 month long spring season. Instead they are green- plain green in colour. keeps my room cool and dey dont look dusty.
Posters- Though I really dig on John Abraham, Richard gere n all, u wont find them hanging from the wall with a pasted smile on their face. There arnt even any quotations and dogs, kittens, horses...nothing on my walls. Just a calender and a wall clock.


Things you cant help noticing:
A mini-mandir- Dats something quiet hard to miss. its right in front of the door. A small mandir with pics of all kinda deities and few things related to it. the whole n sole reason of it being there is that there wasnt any other place left in the house for it. So I graciously agreed to house it in my humble abode (ok fine, my mom really dint gave me a choice. i was told, not asked).
Footwears- I am obsessed with footwears. Irrespective of having only one pair of feet, i believe you can never have enough footwears...and since I usually get dressed in a haste, i prefer having all my options right in front of me. So no stacking of sandles in a rack for me. So u better watch ur step while walking in my room. Rani Mujherjee rightly said in Chalte-Chalte, "You can trip over ur shoe."
A heap of clothes- It genrally occupies my bed and is shifted as it is on my table @ night. Consists of washed clothes, to-be-ironed clothes. All I need to do is pull out whatever I feel like wearing from the stack, iron it and put it on..simple na! There is also another heap of already worn clothes. In summers, it includes dirty, sweaty clothes waiting to be put into washing machine and in winters, jackets and woollens to be hanged back in the closet.
There is also a stack of books..includes novels I am reading (at imes i start up with more than one), ones i have read, one i'll read next.....u know the works:P


I, I and only I can find stuff in all this clutter so this keeps my mom away from my room. Still on those fateful days when she absolutely cant ignore it anymore and decides to take the cleaning-up-my-room matter in her hands, it takes me full 3 days to figure out what is where. Coz u see, our definition of 'right place' is pretty contradicting.

Still its not that I cannot keep my room clean. On those rarest of rare occassions when some guest turn up @ our place who is likely to roam around the house (Y do they have to??), I do clean up my room and quiet well at that. Anyone who'll see will be quiet impressed..provided you dont ask me to open the closet;)


Did anyone say my room is girlie??

Together Forever

This is something I read long time back in some newspaper and noted it down. Its B-E-A-utiful!

Life seems to lose it’s meaning with the loss of your beloved. Memories are all you have. Pain and sorrow are your sole companion…

Red roses were her favorites,
her name was also Rose.
And every year her
husband send them,
tied with pretty bows.
The year he died, the roses
were delivered to her door.
The card said “I LOVE YOU”,
like all the years before.
Each year he send roses,
and the note would always say,
I love you even more this year
than last year on this day.
My love for you will always grow
with every passing year.
She knew this was the last time
that the roses would appear.
She thought, he ordered roses in
advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know
that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early
way before the time.
Then, if he got too busy,
everything would work out fine.
She trimmed the stems,
and placed them in a very special vase.
Then sat the vase behind the
portrait of his smiling face.
She would sit for hours,
in her husband’s favorite chair.
While staring at his picture
And the roses sitting there.
A year went by, and it was hard
to live without her mate.
With loneliness and solitude
that had become her fate.
Then, the very hour
as on their anniversary before,
the doorbell rang and there
were roses, sitting by her door.
She brought the roses in, and
just looked at them in shock.
Then, went to get the telephone,
to call the florist shop.
The owner answered, and she
asked him, if he would explain,
Why would someone do this to her,
causing her so much pain?
“I know your husband passed away,
more than a year ago,”
the owner said, “I knew you’d call,
and you would want to know.
The flowers you received today,
were paid for in advance.
Your husband always planned
ahead; he left nothing to chance.
There is a standing order,
that I have on file down here,
and he has paid well in advance;
You will get them every year.
There is also another thing,
that I think you should know.
He wrote a special little card
…….he did this years ago.
Then, should ever I find out that
he is no longer here,
that’s the card that should be sent,
to you the following year.”
She thanked him and hung up the phone,
her tears now flowing hard.
Her fingers shaking as she
slowly reached for the card.
Inside the card, she saw
that he had written her a note.
Then, as she stared in total silence,
this is what he wrote………..
“Hello my love, I know its been
a year since I have gone.
I hope it hasn’t been too hard
for you to overcome.
I know it must be very lonely,
and the pain is very real.
For if it was the other way,
I know how I would feel.
The love we shared made
every thing so beautiful in life.
I love you more than words can say,
You were the perfect wife.
You were my friend and lover,
You fulfilled my every need.
I know it’s only been a year,
but please try not to grieve.
I want you to be happy,
even when you shed your tears.
That is why the roses will be,
sent to you for years.
When you get these roses,
think of all the happiness,
that we had together,
and how both of us were blessed.
I have always loved you,
and I know I always will.
But, my love, you must go on,
you have some living still.
Please….try to find happiness
while living out your days.
I know its not easy, but I hope
you find some ways.
The roses will come every year
and they will only stop
When your door is not answered,
when the florist stops to knock.
He’ll come five times that day,
in case you’ve gone out.
But after his last visit
He’ll know without a doubt,
to take the roses to the place
where I’ve instructed him.
And place the roses where we are,
Together once again.”

I may keep on posting few things like this time n again. u'll find them under the label- My Collection.

Feel Good Tag

Wow!!! I have been tagged by Rebellion..Mera pehla pehla tag:)
This is a Feel Good tag. I gotta list down few things in me that i am proud of (bragging...now dont i simply love dat or wat:P)
Ahem...no no bragging. I'll complete this tag very very sincerely. So here goes....

1. I rock at my work. I enjoy working and every aspect of it. the deadlines, the work pressures. so much so that i hate absolutely hate sitting @ home.

2. I choose my friends very carefully. Though have many acquaintances, very few are considered my friends. And I am very proud of my them. *This is a hint for you ppl NOT to contradict what I write here*

3. I am perfect Agony Aunt. Pour out your troubles, your problems and just about anything you want to blurt out, i am here listening to you attentively.

4. This usually happens in continuation with point 3. I give good and practical advice. And it usually works.

5. I am a bit upfront (people call it blunt too at times). Esp when asked my opinions about something. If I dont like it, i'll say its crap. I don't try to disguise it in any way.

6. Well, its kinda unusual in gals but i don't gossip (Its true! Stop shaking your head in disbelief ok!). Though the flip side of this is in case i am sitting with a group of gals, I usually scumb to the self assigned role of a listener. (But dats ok, i am a good listener)

7. Though at times I do get a little scared and pessimist (like it was here and here), I end up being my optimistic best. "Kuch na kuch toh ho hi jayega." dats my last line to everything.

8. Ok i have been criticized for this at times but still.....I dont say SORRY. As in, not until I really really mean it. Though just a word, I cant deliver it unless I really feel guilty. So in case u ever happen to hear this from me, its for REAL.

Oops I forgot to add this one...how cud I!!
9. I am a punctuality freak. Partly coz I hate waiting for someone so I dont even make anyone wait for me. (In case anyone is reading who has ever had to wait for me, den it was purely an exception.)

mmmmmm dats it for now. Ofcourse u r free to add on a few things if I missed out on them.
As for tagging, mmmm I tag Adi, Spectator and..........dats it.

Nighmarish disease

People generate awareness for diseases like AIDS, there are researches to find cure for cancer and many other fatal diseases. One disease that is heavily under-rated but vast vaaaast vaaaaaaaaaaastly spread is....aaaa aaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkccccchhhuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Excuse me all. *sniff* *sniff*

What was I saying...haan, vastly spread is cough and cold. I have never ever come across anyone who hasnt faced this dragon.

Ur head feels as heavy as lead, ur throat feels clawed, u cant utter a single sentence without punctuating it with *sniff* sniffing and often accompanied with fever:(

I am not prone to illness. Infact, i rarely fall ill (unless i need a leave:P). And even if i fall ill, i cant just lie and rest. But this *sniff* cough and cold, this like completely drains me out. All my senses take leave...my eyes get teary, I cant see. My ears start buzzing, I cant hear and loud noise gives me a headache. And my nose...Ah well! It is sooo busy sniffing, sense of smell is toh completely non-existant. And for some reason, when I cant smell food, I cant make out its taste too!! So u see:(:(

The worst part about this is that even though it torments the patient, its not considered a disease at all!! U cant take a leave from school/office citing heavy cold as a reason! No sympathies, no TLC, no get well soon messages!!

Sigh..dats just not fair u know.
aaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkccccchhhuuuuuuuuuuuuu!
*sniff*
Cant write anymore:(

Idiot box and me- A decade back

Alone at home, with nothing to do (or lets say, dint feel like doing anything:P) I switched on my Idiot box for some time pass. Like most of the people, i hardly watch TV and even when I do, its more of channel surfing avoiding adverts and repeat telecasts of the teary soap- operas.
I guess I heard while constantly pressing the NEXT on the remote control... "Jungle jungle baat chali hai.." What was dat? I came down on the channel list looking for the source of this long forgotten melody. And there it was on one of the channels- Jungle Book. After more than a decade, I got reunited with Moogli, bagira, bhalu, nag and the oh-so-evil Sher khan. This and next day when I read dis post, took me down the memory lane remembering my rendezvous with the TV in my childhood. Those were the times before cables channels turned up (at least at my place)
Other then, jungle book there was disney hour- mickey mouse, donald duck (I just cudnt understand a word he said bt it sounded funny. many a times i tried to imitate his voice bt so far...no luck) and later on series lk ducktales, talespin and alladin (my fav character in dis was the wickedly funny yakoob- the parrot).
There were morning shows hosted by Tabassum- lady with a very charming and loving persona and someone i was actually in awe of coz she cud talk like Donald Duck. Used to be glued to the screen listening to all kind of fables and stories- about a man who tried to steel bringles from his neighbor's backyard, about a girl who got rewarded for her selflessness, kind and unassuming nature and many others.
In between programs, there were fillers of Chitrahaar- a back-to-back songs program and list of Missing people telecasted by Gumshuda talash kendra.
And ofcourse at the end of the day @9PM, dad used to watch prime time news. Too young to bother about matters of the country and nation, i used to sit with dad noticing everything other than the news while waiting for the telecast to get over. Recorded against a plain pale blue background with a screen appearing at the right-topmost corner whenever the news was accompanied by a video footage. The news readers were people in their late 30s (atleast that wat they looked like). There used to be one particular news reader who used to wear a flower in her hair. It used to be of exact colour as her saree. How she alwayz managed to find the right shade always remained a mystery to me. (When was the last time i saw anyone wearing a flower in hair?)
On sundays there was Rangoli- a musical countdown show hosted by Hema Malini on air every Sunday @ 7AM (wow! i even remember the time). Dat was the only time i used to get up willingly so early. Then after 2 hours there used to be slew of mythological shows accompanying us at breakfast.
Weekends were special coz of Saturday and Sunday night movies. Done with the food before 9PM so that mom can peacefully watch the movie. Of course i never got to watch the entire sunday movie- school next day:(
'Weird how things have changed now...so many channels, so many shows. I sit in front of the TV for like 3 hours and still end up watching nothing. Whats of point of all dis. such a waste?' I think all this while continually surfing the channels.

Happy Friendship Day

A friend is somebody

Who knows you and likes you

Exactly the way that you are...

Someone who's special

And so close in thought

That no distance can ever seem far.

A friend understands you without any words,

Stands by you when nothing goes right...

And willingly talks over problems with you

Till they somehow just vanish from sight.

And whether you're neighbors or live miles apart,

A word from a friend gives a lift

To your heart and spirit that shows you once more

Why friendship is life's dearest gift!

A very very happy friendship's day to everyone:)

PS: This is NOT my composition.

Just a thought

"Expecting the world to treat you fairly b'coz you are a good person is a little like expecting the lion not to attack you b'coz you are a vegetarian."


This is the kinda stuff you post when you really dont have time to write anything but somehow feel like putting up something on the blog;)