"Everytime i look at you, i see
the glint in your eye as bright as dew...
Your smile which mesmerises me, Phew!!
Reminds me the naughty side of you,
And compels me to think...
"How would it be without you??? "

Agra Trip

the most beautiful flower

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown
For the world was intent on dragging me down.

And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.

But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose And declared with overacted surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.
That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."

The weed before me was dying or dead.
No vibrant colors: orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower and replied. "Just what I need."

But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.

I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.

And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life,
And appreciate every second that's mine.
And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
and breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy,
Another weed in his hand,
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

- Unknown

Love Struck!!!!

I like your brilliance, i love your shine...
I fall for you evey once in a while.
Diamonds are a girl's best friend they say...
I don't know how far it's true...
All i know is that i am enchanted by YOU.
Mwwwaahhhh!!!!
:)

CONFUSED (Part-2)

At times i wonder if you do things because it is a duty, or is it because you want to????

Happy Anniversary....

Dear Blog,

It's been a year that we have been together.
The first post was marked with a trip to jaipur. Now, the 1st Anniversary shall be celebrated with a trip to Agra. :))
Shall be leaving on the 10th. Hoping to have a great time and yeah some lovely pics with my new di-gi.

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!!

Mwwaahh!!

CON-FUSED

Almost all blogs have started off as online journals... atleast 8 out of 10, have. This too started off... as a journal, or a place where i could just jot what i have felt, to straighten things, to analyse them, or at times just because i wanted them to be there. After a period of journal writing there comes a point when you are excited about what you have written and want to share it with the world around... for that you let your friends know about 'UR' blog, leave comments on other people's posts, invite readers, request them to leave in a line or two for the posts or the blog... and try all the possible ways to achieve maximum publicity for your newfound excitement. Then there comes a time when you have got enough of people reading them and knowing about your private life, and that's just when you start to get possessive about things. This happens not only with relationships. It's like a cycle, like the cycle of life and death. You die only to be born again, till you attain nirvana.
Today i am not sure why but then i want the anonymity of this blog to be preserved, i want it to be there just for myself- to read, write or scribble anything that i feel. I just don't want to share it with anyone... maybe because of this fleeting feeling that i have, that there is atleast something which absolutely belongs to me. Off late, i have become finicky about things and the way they should be done... i am confused an wonder as to why this is happening??? Maybe i know why. But, i let it happen... knowing this cycle will complete itself someday... and i shall slowly learn to share things again....

HOW sweet I roam'd from field to field,
And tasted all the summer's pride,
'Till I the prince of love beheld,
Who in the sunny beams did glide! -
He shew'd me lilies for my hair,
And blushing roses for my brow;
He led me through his gardens fair
Where all his golden pleasures grow. -
With sweet May dews my wings were wet,
And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage;
He caught me in his silken net,
And shut me in his golden cage. -
He loves to sit and hear me sing,
Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;
Then stretches out my golden wing,
And mocks my loss of liberty.

- William Blake.

Musings...

Our Sun is a Star. Millions and trillions of such small and big stars form a galaxy. Millions of galaxies comprise a nebula and many nebulae’s come together to form a single UNIVERSE. There are many such UNIVERSES…( science has discovered only 7 till now) .

In all this….
Who am I??? Where do I stand???

this was what i ended up doing on a evening when i was getting bored...

I sit in solitude, running my mind away from the bustling world….
Wondering if…
What I see – exists?
What I feel – is right?
Spes Vera – (meaning) I someday hope to find the truth.
And then, in this truth I shall dwell forever…
Knowing men, material and possession,
Do not give real pleasure.

I have a thousand things to say…
Yet, can’t say a word.
I have a hundred thoughts to express…
Yet, can’t show a single one.
And I have a zillion answers…
Which only gets me more confused. :(

Sigh... all messed up!!!!

All of a sudden I have somehow started taking a good note of things.(one should especially when things are not in the place where they belong, and it takes hours to search for that particular thing you need).

1. My messed up desk… which only clears at 6 in the evening when I leave work.
2. My desktop – I wonder how lazy I have become that I couldn’t even arrange the icons in proper folders (yeah! I can be that lazy at times).
3. I shall not think twice before blaming the fashionistas for making large sized handbags trendy cuz at such lazy times I really have to go fishing in my bag for that small tube of lip gloss.
4. It’s taking ages for me to find the other pair, in my wardrobe.
5. My chipped nail paint seems like it needs a fresh coat immediately.
6. Plus, I can barely manage to find any space on the bed to sleep with the clothes lying on it and the travel bag which I haven’t unpacked for the past three days.
7. The study table with books, newspapers and dvds sprung over it.
8. Five pairs of shoes scattered in the room.
9. The chocolate and chip wrappers with leftovers which I have neatly tucked in the drawer.
10. Lastly, the clarity of my thoughts which is getting affected by the things mentioned above. Sigh….prioritizing things has never been such a Herculean task.

There are times when walking away is an easier option than facing the situation or completing the task. Here I am sitting on the table in my room facing a dilemma of choosing between the two options. :(

financial literacy... duh!!

There have been times where i have come across professionals from different aspects in life. Talking to them and getting their opinion in matters have been fruitful, but the most disappointing part comes in when you talk to them about finances or their money - they are lost!!! I have seen people who can't even differenciate between an asset and a liabilty, let alone making proper financial choices!!!!
Being a marru, i think of all the things, this is something i just can't tolerate. People work for money and work even harder to earn some more , and at the end of the day what they gladly do is splurge on liabilities just so that they can pay more bills and inturn gain some more liabilities as benefits!!!!!

This afternoon i met Mr. A a highly acclaimed professional wanting to do a CFA course. All that he complained was lack of money all his problems began and ended on money!!!
Probing in more i realised, lack of financial literacy had put him in such a fix. Offering solutions became more complicated. At the end of it i found myself counselling him more about his financials than his course options. :(

To top it all It's frustating to know that there are atleast 85% of people who can't make right financial decisions. Cuz this is something our schools don't teach....but it is must if you would like to enjoy life without hassles. I really ain't a materialistic person but then i o believe one can enjoy life better and many more things - Not when you make more money but right choices about spending money.

On the way back to Bombay… I wondered “why do I travel so much???” considering that I have been out of the city at least once every month (except for the past few months).
Every time I stepped out it was not for a vacation or for the excitement of going to a new place. It has always been more of a necessity for me to move out for a while. To keep me level headed and to regain my sanity from this hectic life… A life in a city like Bombay, that we think ‘LIVE’ in but in reality where people only ‘EXIST’. I have always needed a break every now and then from this madrush to enjoy and feel the smaller things which is the bliss of a small city.

This time, I was going back to my home town almost after a year, wondering what all changes that I might find. Every time it’s like a home coming, a place where I feel I belong to…the culture, the people which never cease to fascinate and disappoint me.
A life so different from the one I live here. I have quite a few virgin experiences of this place like the feel of the soft, soothing, velvety sand in winter, a camel ride, the warmth of staying in an extended family, the carefree healthy living.
Some of the few reasons above have only given me a reason to come back to this place again and shall continue to do so.
Though I do not like to stay in this place for long because of the deep bonding that I have had with b'bay. I have always wondered if ever I’ll be able to leave b’bay - a place so addictive…. But… on this trip I have gained confidence that one day sooner or later for good or bad I shall live in this place forever… to lead a humble life.

Please Note:

All the poems written on this blog are fictitious and do not resemble any particular situation, person or place.
Quotes or poems from different authors have been given due credit.

WINE no more , It’s chocolate time !!!!

“70% premium dark chocolate from Sao Tome” I read aloud holding the deep brown-purple color chocolate cover.
It was something I never had read before, “NO…not the words ‘premium dark chocolate’ but those figures preceding them”.
I realized it meant much more than just figures or the cacao content it had. Well, we’ll get to that a bit later….
First off, I shall inform you that I consider myself to be a self-professed connoisseur in tasting tea and coffee. Plus am one among those few people who prefer iced tea instead of coke with my Pizza. Not just, because of the calories it contains but for the distinct tangy taste it gives, which goes well with the smooth mozzarella. Ummm… yum…
Ahem!
If you are one among those observant lot; you might be wondering by now if I just made a mistake in writing 'cacao' instead of 'cocoa'. Well, if you think so then the answer is a big NO!!!
It’s all about cacao that I am going to write and that people are already crazy about.
For those of you who didn’t know- Cacao is a tree from which cocoa and chocolate are made. There are usually two ways of making chocolate. The traditional being from cacao beans; you can make cocoa, which is used in making chocolate. The contemporary method requires you to make chocolate directly from the cacao beans, also called the ‘single sourced chocolate’.
On further observation I inferred that the terms like sweet, semisweet and bittersweet have been replaced by numbers such as 34pc, 53pc or 70pc . The percentage signifying the quantity of ‘single sourced chocolate’.
This has sparked off a trend which shall blanket the world very soon, that is to taste “YOUR CHOCOLATE” like it did with wine and coffee.
But, chocolate is much more complex than tea or coffee. I believe it shall be more like learning the intricacies of fine Wine.
So next time you go hopping by to pick up a premium chocolate as a perfect present for someone, look out for those figures 74, 53 or 34. But, do remember whatever the percent it does not affect the quantity of your chocolate.

Till then…..i shall sit back and relish my ‘single sourced 70pc cacaoed chocolate from the high end South African fields’. :)

After a rather unhappy incident,
(Don’t bother asking me
I will not talk of it yet).
I closed my eyes
and sat in remorse
Wondering if ever, is it possible…
For just anyone, to understand…
The Plethora of dreams I have,
The variety of emotions I deal with,
The importance of the incidents, that take place,
The abundance of things I want to do.
How can I be bound to
one thing and sit still
I have just given wings
to my imagination
I have just learned to fly
I have just learned to live
and I have many more things to
Dream and do before I die.

And when I complain of this
I hear him say to me,
“Babe! you sound perpetually drunk !!
go home and grab some sleep… for me…”

White Lies...

There are times when my mom makes it mandatory for me, to attend those boring get- togethers. Where, I have to put on a plastic smile till the time all my muscles pain and talk to unknown people like I have known them for ages!!!
Actually, it’s not as bad as I make it sound. But, the whole point is that they are BORING and I hate to attend them.
On one such boring evening after all the formalities were done. I found myself a nice cozy place beside a lady all decked up in an ORANGE dress and people complimenting her.
That reminded of one of my best friends who takes all the pains to explain why she had liked the dress and where did she buy it from.
I realize how much I missed her, but that’s beside the point that I have to make.
This eminent lady was in some topnotch position in a Blah Blah company and a hardcore color therapist (meaning using color co-ordination in your daily activities).
She went on to explain, the color Orange signified ‘socialising’ and that being one of the prime reasons for her to wear it for the evening.
She went on and on and on…..from one color to another .From blues and blacks to fresh pinks and deep maroons, we had covered them all.

“It helps you remain calm and focused” her explanation on her wearing ONLY navy blues and black to office surprised me. Weird was she and her notions, I say.

Deep in my thoughts the naughty side of me wondered if I should ask her, “which do you think is the most appropriate color to be worn in bed?”
Smiling I suppressed my temptations, wondering if it would be apt to ask.
With nothing much to do, I got back to the discussion only to hear her say “White is best for sleep disorders”

“Aha! White” I chuckled….and walked away as if these talks were meaningless after knowing this ;)
I gave it another thought…for this once, I seemed to agree with her.

After all,
“White without the Light
Brings all the glitter to the Night”

I was standing at the window sill, sipping coffee. Quietly looked at him from the corner of my eye. He stood there with a mischievous smile on his face. Trying to read his thoughts and wary of what would be next. I groaned “What?!” that’s when I noticed him wearing a thick gold chain.
The alphabet S, in gold, dangled from the chain.
I questioned him about what the ‘S’ stood for?
He slipped deep in thought as if contemplating something and looked at me. Breaking into a mischievous smile, he informed me that his cousin brother’s name begins with this letter. “Oh! Yeah”, I said laughing.
He winked, and sipped the last of his coffee. Wished me “Get well soon, baby!” and walked away.

Similarly, the other day my boss showed us his newly made engagement ring in lovely white and yellow gold engraved with the name of his fiancée.
These incidents left me wondering how we wear ornaments as symbols of love and exclusitivity of our possession and of our claims on the other’s body and their claim on ours.