CONVERSATIONS, CHEMISTRY AND CRAZINESS.

 

 A typical day at home and I can be found working(?) on my laptop for most part of the day. I am either writing/posting or reading a blog post. And, my FB account is logged on all the time.

Suddenly, I erupt in laughter. My kids who are watching TV, look at me as though I have lost it. My son is curious to know the reason behind my laughter. My daughter,..."It must be her friends." 

Blogging is the most wonderful thing that could happen to me. And, then Corinne happened. Don't go by her looks...she looks soft and sweet...which she is. But, beyond her looks is her wit and wisdom. The more I say...the more trouble I spell. She gently pointed at some doors which I pushed open...and, I have no regrets because she opened up the world for me.

Then, out of the blue...she rises like a phoenix and takes the blog world by storm. Everyone is curious to know about her, befriend her. Just a year into blogging, she is short of opening an gadget showroom....the prizes she won in the contests. With her no-nonsense and 'bindass' attitude along with a good dose of wit and jest, she leaves an impression which you can't miss. That's Blogwati G for you.

She is a doll...and I completely love her smile. The first time I met, I was struck by her beauty...not just what you can see...but, the one she reflects. She is a dentist and makes sure she puts a smile on everyone's face. Her deep understanding of people and their personalities can be traced in her writings. She speaks her mind...completing the madness. Sharmila in Sanskrit means - protection, comfort and joy and she is all of these.

Every one is a bit wary of letting the virtual world seep into the real. Well, it is us who define the boundaries, set the parameters and the equations. These three Ladies are an integral part of my real world today...and a virtual support system. We all have one thing in common...our craziness. They just light up my day.

 I just signed my death warrant!

 

 

BATTLES.

Battles aren't the only ones which are fought on the battle field. We are all battling with ourselves to overcome our fears, shortcomings, mind sets and the expectations of others from us. Our battles may be resisting the temptation of having an extra helping of pastry or making a life changing decision or even saying a simple NO.

This is as true in everyday life as it is in battle: we are given one life and the decision is ours whether to wait for circumstances to make up our mind, or whether to act, and in acting, to live.

Omar N. Bradley.

There have been many small victories in my life. Want to share this pariticular one....though I have a blog post on it tucked away somewhere.

3 years back, I had been to one of the trekking camps in the lower Himalayas...specifically, Manali.

 
                                            The frozen Brighu Lake.

We were to climb till Brighu Lake.  This is at an altitude of almost 14,500 feet above the sea level. Our base camp was at 10,000 feet.
En route, we had 3 stop overs where we had the option to quit. 
At the 3rd point, I had almost quit. It was not easy at all.
A gentle prod from a unknown person, who was our guide was all it required to get me going.

There were times when I was crawling on all fours through the snow, just to keep my balance. A time when I slid half way through a mountain slope and had to be pushed back all the way up. Times when I refused to let go of the hands of boys who were in front of me.

The feeling when I reached the summit? Priceless!    



                                                 Me....feeling on top of the world.

ARPORA.

 

The one dream destination in India that every one would want to visit - whether they are Indians or people from abroad, is - Goa.

There have been many tourists who have visited Goa, fell in love with the place and have made it their home.

Inspite of buzzing with tourists, the place is quite quiet and serene. 

The midnight flea markets of Anjuna and Arpora, is much talked about.

The Arpora Saturday midnight market is a visual and sensual treat. From fabrics to booze, live music and worldwide cuisine,

art and artifact and people...you have it all.

 

The place is a confluence of various cultures from through out the world.

Tarrot reading, crystal grazing, gypsies, hippies and desi hawkers, who give a damn to Indian tourists, the place is so vibrant that one night is not enough for the experience.

If you ever plan to trip to Goa...do include Arpora in your itinerary.

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A-to-Z Challenge .

 

RUFFLED.

 

 

She saw him staunter towards her. She couldn’t believe her eyes.  Where was the guy she had fallen in love with?

“Aren’t you? Wow! What a make over! You were fat, ug…ummm…chubby and immature then. And you had even confessed your love for me,” he said a little too loudly.

Every one around them turned. He had hit a raw nerve! They were at their High School reunion. If he had been mean to her then…he was being meaner now.

“Hey…remember, the way you had cried?”

“I remember everything. And, I am glad I grew up. Look at you.”

 

Everyday Gyaan 

 

                                              Journey of Life/ The Writers' Post

AIN'T NO RULES FOR LIVING.

 

Guess consistency could have been her name,

Her routine never altered for all that I know

She has always been ready for the show

A slave of her fate, begs without shame

Come Ramadan, and she has a spot reserved

The boy too, funny he never ages

No matter which leg, covered in bandages

He sleeps, drugged thoughout the day...makes me unnerved

It is an industry, begging that is

Disfiguring and mutilating limbs

Nobel to give, ingenuity hard to miss

Poor, starved, homeless and weak, their world at glimpse

Ownership flats, education for kids

A price for dreams, can't criticize the pimps.

For - dVerse Poets Pub

An attempt at Miltonian Sonnet.

Poetry Jam  

         

MARILYN'S FABLERY.

 

"Autograph please?"- I ask.

She looks up

Her smile lighting up her eyes

"Tea?" she asks

Exuding warmth

She is not her stories.

Looking straight in my eyes...

"I restore myself when I am alone," she says.

"Huh?"

"Only parts of us will ever

Touch parts of others-

One's own truth is just that really-

One's own truth.

We can only share the part that is

Within another's knowing acceptable

So one is for most part...alone."

She stumps me with her wisdom

Open mouthed I gape.. an enigma she is

Blows me a kiss

Pushes a paper towards me

Before walking away.

                                  Unfolding the paper-

"To have your heart is the only completely

happy proud thing (that ever belonged to me)

I have ever possessed so."

I feel sad for her,

She is a legend for all the wrong reasons.

For-

dVerse Poets Pub. 

An imaginary interaction with a historical personality.  

     

    

VEIL.

 

I let my guard down,
I trusted too soon,
Went with the flow
Got swept in the current
I came out clean - glowing
I was me, myself with him
No inhibitions
Or restrictions,
Every moment memorable
Made precious by his touch
Celebrating each other
With friendship and love
Flying higher together,
He made me feel
A woman I was...
Drawing me out,
Daring me
Surprising myself
And laughing at it.
We grew into each other
Inseparable.
One day, he left promising
To be back
As he walked
He took off his mask
Walking away
Without glancing back!.

FOR-  Everyday Gyaan

 

 

(S)TRESSED.

For almost 35 years of my life, I never had a bad hair day. There were actually some Beauty Salons that refused to cut my hair. My husband did not talk to me for two days when I first cut my hair short post marriage. Sigh! It was my hair he loved. Men and their fetishes!

So, wondering what happened after 35? I experimented with hair colors. 

Those almost 35 years without colors...I had waist length, silky, straight hair. And, my hair care routine was to use Shikakai, and rita soap nuts . And, the hair shone- naturally! Shampoos were bad news among the South Indian household. Yeah, yeah there was less pollution then, more organic food and loads on sun. But, never a bad hair day.

  
                                That's me some 20 years back.

Now, I cannot help but smile when the hair care advice columns in newspaper and magazines list the myths surrounding coloring of hair. Of course, they accelerate the growth of silver hair, hair fall and not to mention that the quality of hair goes for a toss. The whole texture of my hair has changed...from straight to waves to curls to frizzy, they style on their own. I couldn't care less...because I love my crowning glory. Some days, they are all over my head and face like a halo!

A few times I had to pay to get my hair straightened, I felt awful. And, how could I let go off the chance when Indiblogger announced the review of Sunsilk Perfect Straight Shampoo and Conditioner?

 The first time I used this shampoo, my hair was immensely soft, had a bounce and volume apart from smelling divine.
Third day onwards ( well, I followed the instructions to the T and used this shampoo daily) the hair went limp, dry and dull. My hair fall increased.
By 5th day...I had had enough. They did not straighten my hair even by a millimeter. I strongly recommend not to use this shampoo on a daily basis. Definitely, not for colored hair. So, I am happy back to having a halo around my head!


For - Indiblogger Sunsilk Perfect Straight Shampoo and Conditioner. 
 

PRIDE, OUR PREJUDICE.

Millions of years into evolution, aren’t we still the same? Territorial. Another million years, we will still be the same. With territory come the possessiveness and a sense of ownership. That explains the war.
For more of this read here.

GOING GREEN.

 

He had the most soulful eyes

Seemed a bit lost

I melted faster than ice

Wanted to take him...in my arms

Give his the warmth and

The love he deserved

He walked past me

To her

His love for her unconditional

He, her puppy

And me? Just green with envy.

For - dVerse Poets Pub