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Monthly Archives: January 2012

Safar(सफ़र)

We started the journey(सफ़र)

Of the known and unknown

The day we were born

The day we shook hands with death

And agreed to meet him somewhere in between

Or in the end as he called it

And then spent the life wishing never to see him again

Somewhere in this journey we found ourselves

We lost ourselves

We understood, got confused

And in this journey

we trusted God

we blamed God

Ignoring, avoiding, being indifferent to suffering around

And still hoped and prayed for his mercy

Somewhere in this journey

We became rebels

 Stood for values

 Fought for one

 Agreed with none

Stood up for something’s

And regretted not standing for that one

Somewhere the hope died

Somewhere a new shoot was born

Rainbow failed to show up

Sun peeked through heavy clouds

Somewhere in this journey we found love

Lost it, all heart broken

To be filled with love and warmth again

Or may be never

Some rivers found their oceans

Some lost their route or the zest

Somewhere in the journey

                                                          Some found courage,

                                               some lived with conscience muted

Some wrote, some listened

Some got married and some..

Well some of them still say single makes sense

Some lived happily ever after

And some never found out what it was

And in these alleys of the life we travelled

                                              We ran, we gave up and sat for a while

And in these alleys of life we expressed

Sometimes we howled out loud

   Sometimes we muffled the screams and the laughter

And just let our body talk

And in these alleys of life we lived

Dying every night

Coming to life every morning

Wishing for more, hoping for less

What ever worked…

And in these alleys of life

We met death

Some called him, embraced him

And some begged for another chance

Sometimes he came straight to us

And sometimes he just shook hands and said

Some other time

And in these alleys life ended

 life began..

 

Salt and Hope

last night I was reading a beautiful story of Oysters
of irritants and their pearly affair so sweet
and in those thoughts I must have walked long
for dreamy waves were soon caressing my feet
In my dreams I sang the highest note
I painted rainbow the entire night
jumped from the mountain and landed on moon
and won some hearts and became a knight
In my dreams my house was floating on sky
and every room was portal to new universe
I climbed a kite to enter my house
and grew  flowers full of beautiful verse
In my dreams my dreams were true
up in the heaven I was with you
and  I told god I wanted to be with my love again
and god said We have been waiting so long for you
what a beautiful night it was
when we waltz and jived on every track
and when I said I hate goodbyes
you said in my dreams you will always come back
I laughed and I cried
and had dreams bubbling in those streams
and evey smile and every hurt
became a pearl in my salt water dreams

The ABC blogger Award

I love these awards and nomination. every nomination is a hug from a fellow blogger,every nomination is a cheer from friend 🙂

I have recieved this beautiful hug from my friends Autumn and Gabby from

http://autumnsunshineandgabrielleangel.wordpress.com/ they are the coolest, cutest, Funniest and warmest souls around..love ya both 🙂

Ok here is what you do..try recover from the pleasant shock asap 😆

There is no limit to how many fellow bloggers you can nominate so go crazy 🙂

share somethings about you but alphabetically just a word or two about you starting with each alphabet..share buddies share 🙂

But before I share things about me I would like to nominate the following bloggers

http://awakeningpsyche.wordpress.com/

http://arjun1097.wordpress.com/

http://warriorpoetwisdom.com/

http://vampireweather.wordpress.com/

http://ravenofleyla.wordpress.com/

http://bloodinkdiary.wordpress.com/

http://lscotthoughts.com/

http://adamsart.wordpress.com/

http://ushus.wordpress.com/

http://maryannepale.com/

http://jakesprinters.wordpress.com/

http://jenchay.wordpress.com/

http://francisbarkerart.com/

http://achingforpng.wordpress.com/

love you all 🙂

Ok  I have wriiten down the first thing that comes to my mind when I hear the alphabets…

Its different but this list does tell a lot about me 🙂

 A

 ALIENS

 N

 NACHOS

 B

 Bonita

 O

 Ogden Nash

 C

 Cakes

 P

 Poetry

 D

 Dance

 Q

 Quirky

 E

 e-maca-moo

R

 Rainbow

 F

 Friends

 S

 Spike Milligan &

shel silverstein

 G

 Gratitude

 T

 The Cat in the Hat

 H

 Humour

 U

 u and me 🙂

 I

 ICE-CREAM

 V

 Vampires

 J

Jeffery Archer

 W

 Warmth

 K

 Kites

 X

 X-TRA CUTE

 L

 Love

 Y

 Ying-yang

 M

 Maya Angelou

 Z

 Zoombies

Lata

You can learn many things from children.  How much patience you have, for  instance.  ~Franklin P. Jones
A child can ask questions that a wise man cannot answer.  ~Author Unknown

My parents learnt all these and much more way earlier without reading any quotes,courtesy me
I have a brother ( 2 yrs 3 months younger than me…  a noticeable and respectable age difference which he never respected and we fought like vampires and werewolves)both of us were naughty but I was always full of questions even the most learned mind could not answer
like when I was 3 or may be 4 years old I once asked my parents if taxi grows up and becomes a bus
and then once  I asked my mom how the kid sitting behind me in the class could come first ( hey I sat in the first bench braving the questions,I had rights!)
but of course with each passing year the questions became more and more tougher and challenging…
Soon we were at the age when you would trust your friends, teachers and your parents in exact order
so when your friend told babies were dropped at the door steps or their parents killed postman you would have no reason not to believe them cos …well got to trust friends
In fact no one would even challenge whatever was being told in the class  and/or share all these top class information with any outsider( like parents and siblings)
so by the time we were in 3rd std. all of us were believing in a lot of things-
like every vacant house is haunted
or schools and hospitals are always built on a graveyards
or any new girl or boy is your enemy till they give you one extra candy on their birthday
or the person who did not cross fingers in time was the one who farted..
you know the usual…
and while we were growing up believing and  inventing things that had Einstein and Newton turning in their graves…. God was busy planning much bigger events as he clearly wanted more entertainment.
 so when we were in 3rd Std. he sent his special agent Lata
Now lata came into our life when  all the best friends, buddy groups were well established
loyalties were fixed( except Birthdays) and sworn on ..
but there was something about this girl that soon every one started following her.
when it came to writing an essay on my best friend no one would write about her
 but if lata said Our physics teacher was a vampire( something which she didn’t and you all know I am much more capable of spreading such news) every one would believe in it,no questions asked.
lata was quite a story teller and almost every day she would make up stories about something and that’s what made her so interesting..
Things none of us knew about, scary, funny, magical things
And within a period of 3 months she had spun a huge web of interesting ‘facts’ and stories and we were all hooked on to the web..
But of all the stories she ever told us the most interesting one and the one which has remained our top favourite to this day was  MAKE ERASER AT HOME
With Lata around,every day was interesting but this one season was bubbling with  information..
In every class some one was busy telling,adding more to the eraser recipe and in our class it was Lata..
we pleaded and gave her candies for this extremely valuable information and so started project eraser..
Lata told us to collect pencil shavings for entire week and then boil in a cup of milk till it was  thick and keep it out in moulds to dry for “exactly 3 days” for anymore drying would make eraser  brittle!
So after writing down each and every process in detail that day we all went home and tried it out
Yes dearies we all tried out our luck.. but no one could make it.
 But who would tell that to Lata !!
So after 3 days each of us went to school with a new eraser and told her and each other that the method had worked and from now on we too  will never have to buy erasers.
Am sure of all the people Lata had ever laughed at we were the ones who really made her ROFL.
Unfortunately for us she changed school next year and we never saw her again.
whenever I see kids making up stories and sharing tall tales can’t stop  wondering what more we could have learnt had Lata continued in the same school.
Every time I meet some old friend we invariably end up talking about her and have a good laugh …at our stupidity of course.
last heard she still lives in Itarsi( where we grew up) and has two kids… am sure all of them are boiling milk and making erasers
All These memories just make travelling back so much fun..
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