Those hours

It doesn't stop,does it? Oh,what on earth could stop it? Staring at the blackboard doesn't work; gazing out of the window doesn't work either.Counting the hair on the head of the person sitting in front of you, is another bad idea...May be sheep would do a better job. But how do you count sheeps with your eyes open? May be taking notes would help, but believe me you can find the world's weirdest handwriting on my book, it looks like chinglish :P ... May be messaging can stop the inevitable. But ahoy, can't waste the precious messages: only 100 a day :( May be reading a novel would help, but don't you think the prof can differentiate a novel and a book?
So I succumb. I bow down to the power of sleep and enter the nether worlds.Just then I am woken up by the prof who asks me , "Would you like some tea? " ...Haha as if I would refuse... I say sorry and sit down.
What was I sorry for?May be for not being able to interpret what he wants to say in the class between his oks and ahems. And there I sit, staring wide and trying to prevent IT again!! Does it ever realise how much embarrassment it has caused me? But it still returns like a true love :P ? What follows is history ...or may be just boring routine.The good bell ringing is most of the times a saviour. The Dream world beckons only during lectures otherwise its as fresh as if I swam in a fresh lake, even just after the prof exits.
I ll always wonder what is the mystery of this!!

When flab becomes fad....

Well while an increased waistline seems to be a nightmare for many; here's the good news: looking at the recent trends says it may not be so bad to be on the slightly chubbier side...Look at Vidya balan in the Dirty picture :P ...Or better yet look at those guys drooling over her... well ahem...
Even otherwise I've wondered when did the obsession with size zero or almost zero start among normal people (well models were eternally doomed to be size zeros and negatives if possible :P) Being fit is never wrong but when did thinner become equivalent to fitter?Well yesteryear's healthy beauties never looked famished...Be it Madhuri Dixit,Madhu Bala or Marilyn Monroe for that matter :P
Does a perfect size have the right to take away the pleasure of gorging on fresh cheese cakes? Can relishing swiss/belgian chocolates ever become a crime ;) ?
But making sure your clothes always fit you ain't wrong either...Btw jeans r meant to last forever, so buy them to your right size :P
Anyways, the silly me will always wonder how does the girl sitting next to me ,in the mess hall, survive on 1 and a half chappathis :) ;)

Riverside

There flows the river and I stand by its side, wondering why it flows, often without a ride;
I look through the waters to see myself clear, but I just see a running image as if I am not here;
Then a voice asks me: Is this what you learnt in the years you lived by?
There is no reason for every single season;
This is mighty nature and the pattern of its life: simple,serene and uncomplicated ....

Diwali

I was excited and  took two steps at a time, hopped, skipped and jumped to reach down...The whole day I heard crackers go bang and boom...But I wanted a visually enticing picture of fireworks.
After dressing up like a doll in my new diwali special dress ;) , I was hyper excited to show it off and to enjoy the festive atmosphere ... I knocked on a few doors on the way and offered sweets with a smile (and without guilt as I had gobbled up quite a few earlier :P)
When I and my sister reached down , all we could see were blurs of sparkles and blasts here and there..Cough..Cough...Survival was more important than fireworks , who could stand in a gas chamber watching flower pots,sur-suris and chakras , while breathing was becoming harder by the minute??!?? I tried taking a few pics but the pics made no sense; they were just smoke! I was happy we refused to buy firecrackers this time atleast we were not a part of this destruction! Are the crackers causing more pollution than earlier or are we getting populated day by day ? All I could think off is the nearing apocalypse :P
Well I shrugged off these depressing thoughts , drank some water and decided to re-ignite the festive spirit inside me! I went to the terrace, perched myself on top of the water tank...Thank god it wasn't much polluted there .... I looked up in the sky to see multicolored rockets zoom here and there amid spurts of color : red, green and an occasional purple!! Well I did realise that nothing can replace these firecrackers, not even virtual ones...But one day of pollution is it justified?Well we have to bear our own crosses....
May be we could all join together get a few crackers and burst them together, light diyas everywhere instead of lighting sparklers.Make sure the roads don't look like a collage of red and white the next day morning by sparing those fatakas!Spend more time eating sweets,dressing up,visiting relatives,friends and enjoying special tv shows...And of course watch others burst those crackers celebrating the death of Narakasur and praying our doomsday is nowhere near like his was!
Now back with the festive spirit,here is a special Diwali gift for my readers :) A few pics...
HAPPY DIWALI....

The purple constellation

                                                           Star struck

The chrysanthemum

Golden rain

When it rains here!!!

A wet view of the hostel I stayed last year

This is where I live  now :P

When I was young I never missed rain, it used to rain heavily at least for 3 months per year in Mumbai.
But today, when I think of the beautiful memories associated with the rainy season I can't stop smiling...
Wearing sloppy rainy chappals to school was                         considered trendy..We used check out rainy season footwear at Bata every year before school began in June and the process was always exciting :)...


I and my sister used to run wearing raincoats, shouting behind the school  bus cause we were always late :P
A hot cup of coffee in the rain is an eternal bliss....
The smell of wet mud reminds us of nature's sensuous presence !
Sometimes when the rain stops it appears to be more silent than usual, I always miss the sound of rain splashing over my windows...

 

Yeah, U guessed it right! Raindrops :)

Bliss

Plants and trees look fresher and younger in rain.... Infact everybody looks beautiful in rain, even your grandma ;)

And these pics are a part of my rainy hostel life...It is sad that we can't capture the beautiful breeze in pics :)

 Solitude

Raindrops were round and I never knew it till I captured them in this pic :P !!










Finally a poem on rain:
(pardon me if its silly though :P)

When it rains,
nothing restrains,
nothing pains,
and everything entertains,
this is how life sustains,
wit beauty and food grains :)

An apple today, an idea yesterday...

When someone inspires , they do it without a word, a whisper....May be I can mourn without a sob,a tear....
All it takes me to aim higher up in life is the picture of those who are up there, not physically or in a monetary sense but intellectually, psychologically....Mr.Jobs was one of those pictures and always will be a Monet for me because his masterpiece is my music and his invention is my entertainment, at least for now...
Wise were his words, wiser his actions...Peace...

Good Mornings....

The moist footsteps on marble shine as the sun lights up the house...
The sweet smell of soap and bubbles is replaced with the scent of incense sticks...
Coffee brews on the stove and the day's newspaper ruffles on the table...
As the sumptuous breakfast is laid, I hold up her tender hand, look into her smiling eyes and whisper into her ever listening ears, "What would I do if it weren't for you?"
She ruffles my hair , smiles amusingly and leaves me a wink :)

Moms are always like that aren't they? ;)