Shadowishful thinking :)

A shadow is an imposter. An imposter of us. It’s a dark and represents a rough patch. It sticks to us only during the day. Its a friend during good, bright and sunny times.

How true! Likewise, wishes are like shadows. They are on an all time high during good times. They sink deep down our hearts when we we become a victim to circumstances.

Its interesting to note that when we chase a wish, it goes farther away. Just like a shadow. But, the minute we turn our back to the same wish, it ends up chasing you. Again, just like a shadow.

A piece of peace!

We, Indians, are busy folks. We love to saddle ourselves with work and then crib about every bit of it. At the same time, some of us are busy doing nothing. But the cribbing continues.
How many times have we said this to ourselves – “God, gimme a break”
Why can’t we give God a break? That poor Creator also deserves a break, before He breaks! We rave and rant so much so that we end up abusing peace by breaking it into pieces. Sad, but true that!
Peace is sublime and an ethereal state. At the same time, it’s very relative. Some mortals get peace by by burning their blood & sweat. Others get peace by watching others burn their blood and sweat. Either way, peace is abused. Because the Creator cannot keep changing the definitions of peace as per the whims and fancies of us, lesser mortals. He will break one day, dammit.
So let’s shut our respective traps. In our own selfish interest, give the Creator the peace He deserves. Allow His creative juices to flow. Help Him create / recreate jewels and / or masterpieces, which is now a thing of the past. Which will in turn help us mortals to spare the horror of putting up with more and more delinquent and demented mortals. See, we Indians, somewhere find a selfish motive. Here’s to that, then?

 

Gravity is underrated

Do we realise that everything and anything under the sun and in the purview of the universe is actually ruled by gravity? If we do realise, do we acknowledge?

So ponder this:
The bed on which we wake up every morning – the cup of tea we pour with pride and cherish - the seamless shower – the vehicle we drive to take on the world – the conference room where the eggheads of the world meet and greet one another – the stage which the artists set on fire every time they play a favourite number – the political campaigns that happen with much aplomb for personal aggrandisement under the garb of service to the nation – the same bed that we hit every night after a tiring days work – almost every damn thing in the world!
Even babies are produced with gravity being the driving force!
A thankless job indeed as it relentlessly and religiously proves its prowess by mere silence.
Gravity does keep us grounded (fun and pun intended).
It is a force that is here to stay as long as the earth continues to be a magnet!

Silhouettes in the mind are clearer than they appear

The business of the mind is like no ones business. It thinks, assumes, presumes, pictures, recalls, rejoices, saddens, weeps. Rinse. Repeat.

Does not sleep, rest or die.
A relentless 24/7 self-driven ecosystem on the auto-mode.
All images it clicks, stores and reproduces are more than 300 dpi resolution. All videos are higher than HD quality. Better than any of the sought after DSLRs!

The approach towards life is such – it’s always outward-in and not inward out. Introspection is a far cry! Whattay condition!
We picture ourselves to be what we want to be perceived. And not what we are. When will we have the gall to do the reverse? Will we ever?
When will we do what we love? Or are we content loving what we do?

Clutching the accelerator!

Too many lessons. Rightfully so, too many learnings. Life teaches. And it teaches practical stuff. Raving, ranting and cribbing will go on. Some lessons (or incidents) get etched in memory for a lifetime. And we all take a lifetime to grow up. As long as we realise, we are good.

Life is a lot like the accelerator-clutch balance. The key is not to move back (or look back) or stop while navigating an uphill road (read: task)

Expecting life to be perfect is like expecting only the white hair in your head to fall. Precisely why life is also compared to an ECG. It’s ups and downs mean you are alive and kicking butts! So, to put it crudely – Life is a lot like toilet paper. You are either on a roll or taking shit from an asshole!

And expecting life to be fair to you always is a criminal offence. Mortals will be good to you only at your funeral. #PlissNote!

So the long and short of it is LIVE IT or LEAVE IT, but if you choose to LIVE IT, then LOVE IT too :)

Addicted to Mumbai!

From Salvations and Sins,

To Losses and Wins.

From Tributes and Turbulence,

To Poverty and Opulence.

From Goodness and Sorrows,

To Hopes on Tomorrows.

From Temples and Chimes,

To Bombs and Crimes.

From Brits and Princehood,

To Banters and Bollywood.

From Towns and Thickets,

To Sports and Cricket.

This city has been there, done that!

An ode to this fine town, which has stood through all odds and stands up to its BOMBA(Y)STIC name (OKAY, MUMBAI)

 

Har Ek Second Naya Hota Hai!

An introspection as to why we celebrate the beginning of an end or the end of a beginning?

A new year for sure, but the same old months. A good 365 days to deal with. Typically the 'old wine in a new bottle' syndrome. With the advent of one more year, its that time, when you tell yourself 'I will eat less, work more and work out even more'. Well, yes. Year ends. Hopes don't. Because every second is unique. Make it special.

We love to live in the moment as long as we are in love with that moment. Make every second your own, be it good, bad or ugly. The good lingers, the bad teaches and the ugly reminds you joy and woe are woven fine.

But to our greatest misfortune, this too shall pass. Oops. One more year gone. In a jiffy. What just happened?

A Quickie at Amritsar

Disclaimer: Please don't get carried away by the headline. I take onus of what I write and not what you understand. Still wondering what is in store down below? Read on.

 

Amritsar (Ambersar as the city is locally termed), is a peace loving and a God fearing city. With Lahore as its neighbour, this was the least one would expect. Its ancient and victorian feel takes you back in time and flashes a very predominant pre-independent persona. Culturally rich and famous, this city moves at its own pace.

 

The month of August saw a flying visit to the historic city of Amritsar. Flying visit in the true sense of the term. In the sense, I landed on August 24th 1400 hours and was back to pavilion the next day, same time. (Economic insensitivity at its best!)

 

Though the single point agenda was the Golden Temple, on reaching the city I learnt that Amritsar had more than what met the eye. I learnt it was home to the historical lane of Jalianwalah Bagh (where the then British Commander-in-Chief, Gen. Dyer fired at thousands of innocent unarmed Indians causing tremendous bloodshed), thanks to self discovery by my husband who landed there the previous day. And then there was the hair-raising Wagah Border! And we also had to catch up with our good friends, Amit and Navjot, who were in the 'Just Married' league. (They got married on Aug 22 which we had conveniently missed owing to our social insensitivity!)

So complimenting my not-so-restful nature, there were too many things on the plate, the most important one being the Golden Temple.

Others were the 'by-the-way' ones. So we did do a touch and go at Wagah Border, managed to shed a tear at Jalianwalah Bagh and spent the whole evening till sundown at the temple. We also managed socialising with Amit and Navjot, the newly weds that very night. Indeed did a lot in less time, much to my satisfaction. Not to miss, the four of us also rang in my 16th birthday that same night (Yeah, 16 till I die…you are smarter than I thought)

 

As Pluto correctly mentioned, a city is what it is because its people are what they are. Full marks to the earnestness, truthfulness and integrity of Ambarsariyas. You could get away with a haversack or a backpack without an iota of doubt on its contents during the visit to the Golden Temple. (Remember the late Kasab?) No electronic security surveillance, no frisking, nothing. Just plain and simple trust. I think that is a WOW the city exudes. A sort of a delight for visitors.

 

The next on the mention is the Amritsari hospitality. We stayed at Country Inn (20 kms from Guru Ramdas Airport) when I almost gave up hope of the real authentic Punju culinary delight. Earlier we had decided to stay at the Radisson, a hotel which was known to be at least 2 levels higher than Country Inn where the finger-licking Punjabi food was a given. But having said that, for a less than 8 hour in-room experience, we settled for Country Inn as that made more economic sense. Believe you me, we were in for a big surprise. At just 3500 a night, this hotel is an affordable luxury! And not only did it serve authentic Punjabi food, but also an almost-authentic Tamilian cuisine. This cosmopolitan multi-cuisine spread won brownies making it 2 WOWs in a row for the city and its citizens.

 

What we missed was the Parade at Wagah Border, the Langar at the Temple and the Bagh (Seems there was actually a garden there) at the Jalianwalah Bagh, the authentic Punju cuisine and shopping of the Phulkaari Dupattas. But no regrets at all. As I wrap up this post, the Punjab experience still lingers green in my memory. I think it's the best Birthday I've ever had. The best in the last 16 years, if you know what I mean ;)

 

The 25th Hour

I refuse to believe anyone who says 'I don't have time'. This is such a lousy statement. The fact is time is benevolent and makes itself available to everyone.

When we say we don't have time only means we have abused it. A day graciously gives us 24 working hours of which siesta takes over 20-30% and remaining hours are spent is loving what we do. Thereby leaving nothing for doing what we love.

And we crib. As the mechanics of 'Plug and Play' take over.

We will arrive the day we say 'I need a 25th hour'. Sleep over it. It will happen when the earth will take a little more than 4 minutes to complete a rotation. But will the relentless and upbeat astronomical alignments ever permit that faux pas? Food for thought, indeed.