Monthly Archives: December 2011

Happy New Year

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Another year full of high and lows
some we will cherish,some not;
some days that gave us joys
some that killed all hopes;
we survived them all,
keeping friends and family close;
Making smile a habit at times
greeting it even in time of woes;
may the days to come shine the same
and keep getting better always…

Happy New year :)

Also wanted to share this very inspiring song :

O @themasakkali

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I have written a lot about me ,my muse and few best friends.But there’s one last link I should mention before Wrap up 2011. And she is the one bundle of joy God sent my way – the self declared “chosen one” , the Masakkali !! the adorable infectious creature ..and this one is for her :

vo pehli mulaakat me ghanto karna baatein,

ya dheroon kitaabon ka ho shopping plan,

wo sadkon par ghoomna bina  koi parvaah

ya phone par karna baatein hazaar,

vo saath dekhi movies,aur coffee session

vo poetry ki raat, vo taaron ka saath,

vo metro ride, vo faaltu bakwaas,

mumbai ka trip, tera attyachaar ..

hasaata bhi hai,rulaata bhi hai

teri keemti dosti,tera paagal sa pyaar

*hugs*

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October

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October.

Month of Birthday.s -

Mine on 13th ; My professional life on 23rd.

My parent’s relationship on 26th.

A month of celebrations -

birthdays, anniversary , festivals, holidays.

A month of wait -

Waiting for one wish,

waiting to hear from him,

A month of preparations -

of gifting your loved ones,

of hiding disappointment

of another year – same or not.

 

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Linked to Month of the year challenge #2 , G-Man’s flash friday 55

A “fine” moment ?

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“I am fine”

i convinced all but me;

’cause deep within i knew

leaving was last thing i ever wished -

the friends ,the inspiration , the love,

the tease ,the warm hugs and celebrations ;

where else would some one await

to hear me scold and yell at them,

or poke me when i fell silent,

where else would i find parcel of joys

being delivered all day and night ?

“I will be fine”

i told the few concerned eyes

and turned away,

so tears i could hide

that i knew would never run dry

even if new smiles would adorn the eyes,

my first home will be special always

and the call to return will never let

the soul heal,from the cuts of time ..

Written for Month of the year challenge # 2 (November)

It was november’09 when I had to leave a dear set of people and not move on but move back in life. Even though I am still in touch with few of those people, I  miss the collective fun we had for about a year ! God bless those gems wherever they are.

(inspired from this poem i read)

photo source

Renewal

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there is an end to each,

and a beginning to things,

new end to same stuff,

or same beginnings

to different ones,

what matters is the

cycle that goes on -

the life that we touch

each day in ways

we may never know.

 

As a new year awaits, let us all pledge to do make not just our family smile but also share it with few who need it a little more than us.

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Linked to OSI , Open Link Night

 

Priceless friends

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hope.wishes.prayer.desire.
Many words, öne reason.To claim back from you, the dreams you extracted out of me. Like the water drop that does not know it can fill the sky with a rainbow. You were that light in me. You never found flaws in me but a beauty in imperfection. You never shied away from letting me know how much difference i made to your life every day. Your words i would cuddle up to each night and imagine to wake up in your hug. To sleep talking to you was a luxry i loved. All this for just being myself.

And each day since you left, i searched for that comforting hug. In vain i heard what people said to me but no words opened the locks in my heart. Unless in the same month, different year, i met the friend who like you filled my life with similar joys. A real one to take your virtual place, a shy and witty creature like you but a lot more caring. Even the tears shared with him, make me strong as he holds my hand. My fears and doubts flee from the trust he shows in me. And i often wonder whose prayers took form. You sent your shadow and soul to hold me while i await for the final leap of faith.No comparisons, no similarities would have prepared me for this wonderful time. But I do hope you know i will always cherish you and the friend you hoped for me. you both make my past and present respectively and yet you so effectively shape my future. 

Love.Dreams.Cares.Blessings.

All for you, as much and more than what you gave me.

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This is dedicated to two of my best friends.

Also submitted to Months of the year challenge – September

thank you 2011 and everything else too

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The last week of 2011 and I do not want to miss on thanking few people and places and God for everything else.

Thanks to my parents and siblings to survive my craziness one more year and not declare me insane yet ( doesn’t matter that they think so)

Thanks to old friends who still love me like they did last year or the year before. Thank you for never forgetting me in your special times and also being a part of my life.

thanks to some people I met last year , who turned out to be such great friends ! thank you for taking time to know me and shape my year.

A special thanks to some new friends i added to my life this year. You are already too special :)

A special mention of the new experiences in music , poetry , movies and reading that God blessed me with. The book blog , the music emails filling my inbox, the comments at my posts, this blog , the many wonderful blogs i read, the movies I watched and adored , the photographs , the projects I see people undertake around me, every thing and anything creative .. It adds such smiles to my day !

A smile over some really wonderful conversations ,chats,  phone calls, meetings and arguments too !

2011 you have been a great time ! Please rub off some of your charm on 2012 when you shake hands with it at midnight on dec 31st !

Love you !

Love you God ! You always made me feel blessed at end of each year and phase…

Dreams

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How can you make your dream true and let it not shatter too ? How does one dispel the fears and doubts that you have  in yourself. Yesterday I was watching the dewarists show on TV. Every episode of this show has inspired me not for the wonderful music they make but more with the passion with which it is done. The fun that they have in making the song – right from the collaboration , the lyrics and the music.

And I realized that unless you believe in a dream, unless you are willing to share it, it is never going to be true. As a friend told me last night, at every step, there are going to be people who would think you are wasting your time. Many will think, this is not the way to be rich and famous. But you decide, what is your driving factor ? is it money , fame or just a satisfaction that you are doing what makes you happy. There is a limit to each factor and there are boundaries you stretch. Priorities change or maybe new ones come into picture. there are days when you might be tired or just want to give up. But patience and faith in your work keeps you going. And when you stand back and look at it, even if it did not come put as great as you wanted, it will sure make you proud ! you do not have to wonder why you think a little different from others around you. Or if it will even work in the end. The bottom line is you have a idea and you are willing to work on it. That content smile is what I am working at. That sense of freedom from my own thoughts. To take it up not as a hobby but more as a project that needs my time and attention more than anything.

And the lessons learned -

Be true ! Be patient ! work hard and Dream on !!

:)

Here is the show promo where Raghu dixit and Guru Rewben talk about the beginning of their journey :

And here is the whole show if you want to check. The song at the end is really worth it :D

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December – then and now

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The same december month,
exactly an year back,
below the dark blanket of night,
I found a friend in you.
half crazy, half fun,
a newly discovered color
on my life canvas.
Now again its december,
but I know not where you are,
you waited long, I know
you held on to your faith
I know.And me,
while sorting new threads
broke the one strand
that took the best colors
from the stars of last december..

This is a translation of the following poem (in hindi)

isi december ke mahine me,
theek ek saal pehle,
sardi ki kaali raaton me,
chat par kone me baithe,
ek dost banaya tha maine…
thoda natkhat, thoda paagal,
meri zindagi ke canvas
me ek alag sa hi rang ..
aaj fir december aaya hai,
khabar nahi mujhe uski
vo intezaar kar chala gaya
main naye dhaagon ko suljhaate
us dor ko tod baithi
jo kabhi pichli december
taaron tale baandhi thi …

Written for Months of the year challenge season 2

A lso linked to Open Link night @ dVerse Pub

My lucky charm

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It was the color of purple,
the one of not so fresh bruises,
that happen to be alive
not by luck,but by citizens
of this world we call earth,
the ones whose mental health
lie in the states of breakdown.
With such inkpot,on my tender skin
was a story of troubles written,
even dreams lagged behind life
caught in some random year,
letting past fly ahead of future.
a game I let too long to be played,
which ended when you came
armed with smiles and goodwill.
no nightmare has ever stayed,
no hope been left uncalled
no fear other than losing you
and no pleasure bigger than you…

 

 

This post is a dedication to my friend, my soul sister, my love !

(You know it darling :*)

 

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Also linked to Sunday Whirl , Sunday Scribbling , OSI ,

Music and Me

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There are few things that become personal, some stay so, and some are kept this way. My love has never been one of them sadly, even if the target off all that love always been a secret even to me. then I came across poetry. From being a friend, secret keeper , companion of lonely nights, lover and now my God ! And who can keep Gods a secret ? they should never be made personal I feel, so I share it with all.

The same is the case with music. I like sharing lyrics I like, the music I get attached to, the beats that make me sway, and lot more with people around me. But music is still very personal to me. I prefer not to hear my choice of songs when people are around me, unless I use a headphone. I connect to music in a way I can not explain. Most of the songs I hear are inked on my heart with memories stamped on them. When the music flow, my ideas hold their hands and dance along, my smiles and tears find home with the songs I love. And so I hesitate sharing them with others. I do not want people interrupting this heavenly kiss, or to ridicule my choice of music,even if it is atrocious for them.

The songs are my lovers outside my wedding to life. And It will take ages before I find a place for another person between me and music.

 

A flawed god ( #Book #Review)

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About the book :

An ordinary corporate executive turns assassin to save his firm from ruin with the help of the master of a secret guild out to revolutionize the corporation… 

Sanchit Mishra a.k.a. Sancho is staring bleakly at his performance appraisal form when an invitation from the mysterious Progress in Work Collective lands on his desk. His colleague and confidante, Pause Daniels, urges him to dig deeper. Soon he finds himself sucked into a secret world of anonymous superheroes out to revolutionize the business world by attacking that flawed god it worships – the share market. This parallel life pumps some self-esteem into Sancho, preparing him to do what’s needed when the firm is taken over by a multinational and an ugly industrial relations situation ensues.

The case for the transfer of ownership from shareholders to employees is made through Sancho and Pause’s story in this witty, fast-paced corporate allegory.

My two cents:

As soon as you turn first few pages of the book, you can know the author Arjun shekhar knows “to add” and “how much to add” of humor in his writing. And am glad to say that he does not loses this style till the very end. Sancho is the typical corporate guy, A bit crooked but one with good intentions and ideas ,which are either curbed by the bosses or by lack of opportunity. Pause , his best friend , the all so resourceful and  know-it-all lady is one of the best female character I have come across recently. This story belongs to her more than Sancho, who at places come across as really dumb ! what I liked about the book is the absence of any character that was either not needed or not given due place in the whole scheme of the events. The nicknames do get a little difficult to follow in the beginning as much as the general description of usual working in Sancho’s office.  but a careful read is all you need to sort that.

As the synopsis indicates , the story plot is based on working of share Market , ownership of any firm , the profits and the losses made , and more importantly, who benefits from all this. Is it all real or a carefully wrapped scam ! some of these questions have been tackled in the book via articles Sancho reads and more in the way the events unfold in the end of the book. But some how you still can not say the book is about share market and a common worker’s role in his work place. That connect / explanation did not go well with me.
I also wished the author had written more about the playshop which Sancho attends and the activities in detail. if that playshop could bring such a change in a guy, I would really like to know how it happened. The discussions that happen there were good to clarify certain ideas but the way that chapter was ended, disappointed me.

Another complaint that I had ( which most people will not agree with , I know ) is the parallel drawn between many events in the book with a cricket match ! Ok, I am no sports fan and not even cricket interests me.

Even if i am still a bit ignorant about share market and why firms sink , I am for sure a bit wiser on way people should work, way I should write my appraisal , or what is needed for people to try new things. some of the lessons shared in the book were not new but the way it was said was. And that did make an impact on me.

This is a book I might not read again as a whole but I have all plans to mark few paras for future read.

Rating : 4/5

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clock of Life (#random #thought)

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covertly life leads

on similar paths frequently

to judge our learning 

 

The clock of life is wound but once; And yet assuming each of us as one of the hands of this clock, we make different number of rounds. Some never repeat the days or even moments of mistake, while others like me keep on passing through same point again and again. Same feelings , same pain , at a different palce , different time or maybe a different person too. while same things make us happy often , the reasons for being restless and blue are also fixed. Letting go is not a choice. Living together is no option. Simple isn’t it ;) ??

 

 

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Haiku for haiku heights

Prose for Carr on tuesday

My knight..

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Tumbling into your arms,
restless emotions released,
with rapid falling tears
spasms of rare gratitude
hit me like pulsations
of your passion into me,
elements of my existence
fused into weightlessness
in a glass furnace,spacious
enough to hold your energy
till we get a grip on reality
laughing on the enigma of love

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Prompted @ Wordle here , OSI , Sunday Scribbling

Image source

and they talked (Story part 2)

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Story Part 1 here

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He moved a bit from his place behind the tree, enough to let the moon robe him in a silver light. his bald head shone a special glow, and that made her smile. He looked charming even without his smile. The smile actually, she remembered from her reading of the chairs, made him look dangerous. But her instincts told her, he himself was not aware of that effect. He wore a black long coat held in place with a silver chain looped around a single huge button in the shape of crescent moon.The trousers , of the shade blue of the sky, shimmered under the moon light. He wore no shoes. And that seemed odd to her, since she herself was standing bare foot.

He followed her gaze towards his feet and whispered, “I am not sure why I did not want to wear my shoes when I started from home.” She dropped in the nearest chair and looking at a distance far away, said ,”The energy of this place feeds your thoughts. Its easiest to absorb it through skin of the feet since it stays hidden from external touch most times” Saying so, she dug her feet deeper into the soft soil. He could see she liked that. She nodded her head once as if replying to an invisible person and then looked expectingly to him

“What I do not yet understand is, how could I hear your call ? I was not even dreaming.”

“Neither was I. I was thinking about you.”

“Do you know me?”, she asked abruptly.

“I read about you in the morning. About your act.”

“My act. So you are not sure if i can really read from the object , about the person who last touched it ?” , she asked passivley,clearly she was used to this skepticism.

“I am not sure. not unless I verify it.”

“What else did you see, when you called me?”

“I did not call you, I said.” , he replied with a hint of irritation in his voice.

“You did. I do not create my dreams unless some one calls me from their dreams”, she said looking a bit nervous. “you have to remember what you want me to read for you, before its morning. I can not stay after sunrise.Mind games are bit different on other side of night”

“I thought of you as a queen standing below a palace of purple bricks and a pink flag on the corner post”

“I hate pink!” she turned her face in disgust , as if she had not heard any other part of the statement.

“And you did not think that, you dreamed that !” , she said with a finality in her voice, even if it was barely abouve whisper.

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(to be continued)

also linked to 3WW , Inspiration Monday

Radio

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Exams were just a week away and she could not study long hours without feeling sleepy. One night she turned on the radio after hearing her favorite song play in the neighbourhood. She kept the radio on for hours as she studied and not once she wanted to quit.

 Since then, the love affair continues.

 

 

This is for G-Man’s Fridayflash 55.

Have a musical and lovely weekend all of you  :)

Also linked to Months of the year challenge Season # 2

My April Buddy

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"do you sleep well?"
"of course. when will you stop asking me this."
"when you actually sleep and not take regular naps"
"Whats the difference?"
"you tell me"
"Let it be"
"you better sleep lady"

Once upon a time, this conversation was a regular thing. Then life took over, and we never again had any conversation. And after years some one said a similar thing to me and I thought of you again. I wish I could tell you I never slept well – then or now. But having you to talk to each morning was what kept nightmares away. You gave me new reasons to make my day useful and new eaning to my dreams. today all I write is a way to understand myself. The way you understood me without any reason. I Wish I could have stopped you from giving up on yourself and this world. Wish I had been there to take your pain and fill your eyes with hopes of a sane tomorrow. I wish all this and more… and the wishes shine on my lips, like sacred prayers to the almighty. To bless you wherever you are.

Some times people get hurt by what seem to be not-so-big-deal to others. some hearts get so broken that they cease to exist. This is for the one friend who walked away from every one after being hurt and broken once. He lost all for once and now he is lost to all. This post is dedicated to him – My "April buddy" ( april for spring season, the month I met him first) as I referred to him always in my secret journal !

Being In Love

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It was a silly wish in college days , to celebrate a Valentine’s day with some one I loved. Years went by , friends and boyfriend too faded away, but this day stayed the same for me – shopping for others’ partners and enjoying the day alone. It wasn’t a sad thing but some where the stupid desire still lived.

 

Last year I was engaged when Feb came. The hopeless romantic in me thought nothing grand but sure something sweet and love filled. And the totally insensitive guy he was, did not even wish me , forget even gifting me anything. And the movie I sent , that wasn’t watched as far as I remember. But I had the best Valentine’s day that year. A long weekend – 5 friends – self cooked meals – romantic songs – a balcony on 3rd floor opening to empty skies .. That was most cherished company and the setting I would have ever thought of .. And the lesson learned for life – to free myself , my love ..

I need not one

or many people

near or far

to feel the magic -

LOVE

mysterious ways

it takes shape

in minds

and time ..

A perfect and timely end to a thought , a misunderstood desire , and evolution of bonds .. Some broke , some were forged that weekend ..

Written for Months of the year challenge #2 , Imperfect Prose

Sacred joys

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Together one evening
with friends and family,
Sapid with joys and celebrations,
the air full of sacred blessings,
the pious flames dancing,
heart , head and soul
ready for the new life’s calling,
her shy smiles fail to hide
the beat of her love filled heart,
your caring hold on her hands
as you make promises to be there
in times to come, good or bad.

 
Jan 2012. The darkness of winters will be challenged by the warm smiles and lights in that corner of my town. My best friend will hold the hands of his love and lead the way into a new life. This time, I would be there, along with other friends – a bunch of people knowing each other from school , waving in and out of each other’s life and yet never far from heart and mind.

Yay ! Next month is my best friend’s wedding. And after missing almost every one’s wedding for one reason or another, I will be attending this one. Am so excited to meet all friends and some of their partners too ! And to dress up and go have a dance on the floor !

:D

January , you look promising my love.

 

 

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Written for Months of the year challenge#2  , Carry on tuesday , Sunday Scribblings , OSI