Ye Lamhe, Ye Pal...

"ये लम्हे ये पल हम बरसों याद करेंगे, ये मौसम चले गए तो हम फरियाद करेंगे..."

These lines - Wonderful lines, from the title song of the movie "Lamhe", they always come to me in every major happening of my life. Every word of this song is like a timeless jewel stunned together by the Late Anand Bakshi.

To me its its like a spiritually uplifting song... always reminds me to breathe deep & to take life for what it is.

Life is all about moments. Moments which redesign our lives with every decision we choose or not choose.
In the most simplified way, this song truly describes the journey of life & how the moments,
Good, bad , ugly
Joyous, ecstatic, blissed
Decisive, risky, certainty
Moments taken, moments given..Moments hung in time..
...all these affect us & how we shall look back upon it as we transcend that stage.

We never know what the moments will bring ahead. What we know is, we do take the most apt seeming step at that point of time & unsuspectingly trust our hearts to lead us right.
It may mislead us, but that is a chance what defines a moment.

How time sews these moments in the symmetry of our life is what we'll look back later when we turn back, as we then see them as important pieces in the kaleidoscope of our life.

Ask me how to define a moment & I'll say, Moments are the seasoning that we add to get the flavour for the food called life.
Sometimes turns out right, sometimes way off from what we expect & sometimes the perfect blend of what we wished.
What we add & how much we add it depends on our taste. & this striving for managing it well, is what makes it all the more delectable. Right?

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Love Actually!

Have you suddenly ever felt the experience of cold sweat anticipation, tongue gabbling, wobbly knees, tingling at the pit of the stomach, dry throat... then dry mouth.. & the heart racing wildly & giving out the most thunderous beats that deafen the ears?

Then take it that your heart just ran away from your control & has become someone's pet.

S/he has willingly got sold in the stakes. [Heart is definitely not a thing..]

I trust Love is everything it's made out to be...talked about...& more.

The tapestry of emotions that single emotion gives, still makes my jaw drop each single time I think of it!

While your whole self goes for a whirlwind tour without knowing from one day to the other where it will lead to; When you finally start recognising the symptoms..you are way away lost somewhere to even think about finding your way to the start.

Then again, then why do most of us look forward to that emotion? Walk into the tornado?

The search for the enlightenment of this answer continues....

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Stunned

I am too stunned to react. This is the piece of news I open my Sunday morning to.
Today's Times of India carried this article & since then I have been too numb & lost for reactions.
Being a female & so empathizing with this, It feels as if someone has attacked me with this psycho law.
Barbaric is a timid word for describing this.
Are the people who make these laws feral or what? What kind of mental make-up do they possess?
I have just not been able to get any kind of grip on the 'how' of this.
Its baffling & its barren of any kind of line of thinking.

After reading this, I am even more eternally grateful to God that I am an Indian.
But I also feel so helpless that we live in such a world where Women still actually live in these horrifying conditions.
That too in this century?
I have no more thoughts right now.., only prayers for the women in such conditions.
& yes, I am again endlessly thankful to God for blessing me to be where I am... & in a secular place like India.

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62

She's flawed, She's getting old, she's got aplenty wrinkles which mar her beauty & she's got quite a many thankless children too.

Children, who grew up in her lap, got enriched by her guidance, became so becoming, that they started getting wooed by prospered beauties.

Forgetting the fact that the mother needs care & cherishing as she gets older, the children started leaving the nests without a sense of remorse; only to move out & crib about the very home they once lived in & became the people they are.

Alas, that is the case of our dear Mother India, who after gaining independence 62 years back, is yet struggling.

No doubt, there are a few bright spots too, but after a long battle, one needs an assured rest... & she is yet to become dependent on her children before taking that long deserved rest.

Yet...

She's strong, She's aristocratic, She's indomitable & She's too much graceful to let any of the blots ruin her spirit.

Inspite of everything, inspite of all the draining away that we [her children] are causing her, she still is the same, still is holding fort strongly among the heads of the world.

Vande Mataram to this great Motherland, to Mother India.

A Very Happy Independence Day.

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The Best days of our Lives.

Passed my school today during school closure time. Seeing all those girls rushing out from the gates, suddenly washed me in a wave of nostalgia of my own days.

School days. Carefree, exceptional & unequaled.

How does one define them? Which time frame do you put them in?
Except for looking back on them as days of framing infinite memories from kindergarten to high school. From tiny-tots to young teens.

I tried to come up with an apt description to define, but too many thoughts pile my mind... & here I am scribbling away few random memories brimming over my head right now.

Those days...

... Days of innocence, of uncomplications...

... Of sports days & parents days...

... days of unit tests & nightmares of quarterlies!!

... Preparations for debates & fun of dramatics...

...days of activities; from paper crafts to needle arts...

...joy of swings & slides; of hopping & skipping...

...days of running & cycling; of playing chor police & 7 stones...

...Savouring of lollipops to choclatey Mr. Pops! ...of fatafats & colour poppins.

..days of black ribbons & shoe laces... tidy keds & well cut nails!

...Of watching Mowgli to decking up Barbie...

...Getting to know Betty-Archie,
& how can to forget Chacha Chaudhary & Suppandi! :)

& most importantly,

The days of dreams & the days of naively believing in making each one of them come true.

Ohhh.. What wonderful memories those are. A time elapsed, a decade passed... but those will forever be etched in the hearts as 'The best days of our lives.'

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Enigmatic concerns

Had gone window shopping today. Its fun. It makes you [if you are a girl] make a quick list of the things that tempt & make u a prey to buy it. & you start scampering for the balance among the already existing list of the things to buy. Lol.

Anyways, set sights on my most enigmatic shopping concern. - Footwear. A pair of lovely foot beauties robbed my mind to it...& was almost reaching out to lighten up my wallet. & then my head screamed- WAIT!

Oh, I love those sole beauties, which ascend my height up from 5'4" to 5'7" in just the drop of a moment of my slipping my feet in them. Makes one feel SO good about oneself. ;)

But... [There's always one; isn't it? That's why it is enigmatic for me...]

... But then the thought of the low back pain that occurs with a wear for a prolonged period makes me jump back to 5'4" gladly again. [Never been those vain types. How wish I could act like a fashionista sometimes! ]

So while I was contemplating to indulge or no..my mind meandered away to someplace else.

Sometimes its such a task to be a girl. there are so many choices & we get slotted & categorized in types for the choices we make to present ourselves.

To enlighten, here are a few.
Eg: Diva types, Girl next door or Behenji. [I hate that word!]
These terms generally mean,

• Diva types = high maintenance, gets attention [..& whatever else she wants ;)] always.
• Girl next door = low maintenance & can charm through her demeanor.
• Auntie types [or the Behenji... :O] = no maintenance or rather, minus maintenance, is lucky if manages to get noticed!
  

[Are you thinking, What am I? Well, that's for me to read & you to tell!! Personally I think there should be a new category introduced...Lol... :D ]

Anyways, the categorizing thing does get me mad. What kind of a slotting is that?!! I can choose to select the best from all the 3...can't I? Why does almost everything to do with females have to be put, here there or somewhere?!?

Yet, slotted one does do get... How I wish I could find a way to break free from this.
Any tips anyone....?

Hmmph!

OK, Now I'm feeling good after ranting away, about my enigmatic & few other concerns here. :P

..Btw, are u still wondering did I end up buying those beauties or no? Read the first line. It was window shopping! I remembered just in time ...& so do you now.

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