World’s toughest job.

This one will surely well up your eyes. And go say thank you!

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A Look Is All It Took.

“And up next is the hot favorite of the season — Nikhil with the slew of his latest songs!”

The crowd roared in welcome. He was her current favorite singer. She was in love with his voice. And his face, too. But voice more. And then he walked onto the stage. She wasn’t crazy enough to try and leap across the stage security but she was crazy enough to get up on the benches and cheer for him.

When he started singing, her friend pulled her down on the seat again and they started swaying to the voice. The rawness, love, passion in his voice that she heard sent her tumbling in a world of her own. Her friend jabbed her in the ribs. She tore her eyes from the stage and looked at her companion angrily! The friend just nicked a look towards a group of boys sitting a few feet away. Some of them randomly had their cell phone cameras focusing in their direction arbitrarily. Some randomness.

She caught one of them looking at her and when they caught eye contact, he looked away not losing the smile.

The smile seemed eerie.

The paranoia triggered.

She had countless incidents running through her head. Nikhil’s voice had been pushed to the background to the constant stream of chatter of safety, security, and self precautionary measures she had heard in the 24 years of life! She chided herself for having come without a male companion.

Any direction she looked, any smile she caught, any stray look she saw, made her heart sink lower.  She crossed her legs. Sat upright. Lost her smile.

A Look Is All It Took.

Why I am not safe among my own?

The Romance Of It.

The wind caressing my tresses,
The Sun glinting at my glimpse,
The trees shaking their boughs,
The flowers showering themselves on me,
The leaves crowning my head,
The dew melting at my touch,
The grass tickling my soles,
The birds singing, crickets chirping, bees humming to make their presence felt,
The flowers spreading their perfumes,  tingling my senses,
The butterflies adorning me with their touch,
Oh and the crows shitting me with luck!

So much love and I’m still looking for more?

Graciously Yours!

How Not To …?

I’ve been meaning to write this for a really long time but something or the other delays it! Now, I can finally remove this from my drafts and put it on to the blog for all of you to savor.

One of those days when I was checking how good Google (India) is, I randomly typed “how not to” and I was awarded with such hilarious, disturbing and innovative questions that I just had to share it.

1. How not to get pregnant?

Okay, this one makes sense considering how desperately we’re trying to go for population control in India! Also points me towards how many nerve wrecked young girls there might be in my country presently. (But, shh! The countless Indians who, hailing from the land of Kamasutra, still believe sex to be a taboo might take offence!)

 

2. How not to make money?

Strange. Why would someone not want to make money? But then it dawns on me. Considering the Indian politicians make hundreds of crores a year through scams and scams only while flouting all sorts of laws of the land, they might be looking towards the Google magic to find more innovative and devious ways to loot the public!

 

3. How not to fall in love?.

Why! Oh why! Why would you not want to fall in love? Don’t go for the possessive, controlling, obsessed sort of love but what about the relaxing, serene, completing sort of love? Unless, they’re trying to find out ways to not fall in love with the numerous beautiful lasses who ‘rule’ Bollywood not based on their acting skills but based on their PR, make-up artist and stylist’s skills. Then it really is acceptable! Go ahead and give me some tips too. For The Guy Friend I have. He’s completely bonkers for a certain Katrina Kaif.

 

4. How not to be lazy?

I’ll tell you how. Get your lazy ass up from the chair, keep your phone aside and start doing your work! That’s how.

 

And here’s my question which I would like to ask Google.

How not to use Google?

What’s your How not to …?

Waiting!

 

Graciously Yours!

Courage does not come with age.

She sat quietly in the corner of the class. At the edge of the seat. She was staring at the blackboard in front of her, thoughts wandering elsewhere. The teacher was writing in white. Her classmates were copying. Her partner nudged her out of her reverie, beckoned her to scribble along.

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Turned 22 for the first time!

Hi!

Turned 22 for the first time today, for all those who do not believe in re-births and reincarnations. 

And a list of another firsts which happened :

— I got my first ISD call from Jakarta. Talking after long to a close friend, just like those good old Whatsapp free tech days, feels so satisfying.

— And thanks to Whatsapp (okay, maybe it isn’t that bad!), got my first voice note from a friend who’s shifted to Japan recently.

— Got not one but two cakes simultaneously smeared over my face. Is chocolate cream facial better or pineapple flavored cream facial better? And what if you get both done together? Will they be compatible? What do you think?

— For the first time my crush called me and sang to me but maybe I’m over him now. Not because he sang. But because… Another day, another story.

— And for the first time, I lived through a day, in a very, very long time, without a care of what might happen in the future and the innumerable hurdles we might have to cross through the journey of life.

#Blessedtobeloved.

Graciously Yours!

 

P.S.: What was your first today? I am sure you must have done something for the first time today! Think, think.

When “Whatsapp” replaced “Wassup?” which replaced “What’s up?”

I was pinging my friend on Whatsapp when I got a call from my aunt. On the other end was my eight year old cousin.

And then I faced my most embarrassing moment in the short term duration of things!

Continue reading When “Whatsapp” replaced “Wassup?” which replaced “What’s up?”

Raw emotions. Inked.

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