Vote of thanks..

I was so encouraged by this new blog space and wordpress already and then I got six comments on my first post..truly..this is overwhelming for someone like me!… I would like to thank all the six people who left their esteemed comments.. well its another story that of those six, three I did myself.

I would like to thank Google for creating a crap blogger and the crap blogger for destroying my old blog so that I could go an explore the outside world..the world beyond blogger. It is really very kind of them to do that because I am now feeling enlightened and well informed about what all I had been missing all this while.

I must also extend my gratitude towards Microsoft. If it were not for their accommodating MS word, this blog would never have been possible. I would have just been lost looking for words!

At the same time friends let me not forget to thank deeply and sincerely, my GE office which placed itself so close to my house that I could stay there all night exploring the goodness of blogging. The credit of bringing out the blogger in me also goes no less to my phone. Dear Nokia 2255r, if it were not for your freqeuent shut downs, I would never have found time out of talking to mundane people. You are truly responsible for transforming my life into that of a hermit and I can never thank you enough. Not in this life.

Last but not the least, it must thank god who created the man who created the sacred practise of blogging… long live you all…

If you are wondering why take this overturned route of beginning to blog with a vote of thanks… I am wondering too 😉

I jst came to the world…

….of word press… well blogger has lauched a new blogger!.. and i lost all traces of my blog which had been christened myndmaters.blogspot.com exactly 7 months ago..

The loss is very depressing and despite all attempts today morning, I could not save my blog..it took its last breath at 11:30 AM primarily because I was exhausted and fed up with blogger.. so I entered the world of word press with a cup of coffee and unhealthy namkeen…

Today was quite a day.. please dont leave without comments ever on this blog..it will feel very sad and ignored in life..the title bar pic is one of my favourites..its pretty mch the only thing I can do in life…

So people..open your arms and welcome me to this new world..!

A walk down the alley

Embracing the grey blue sky
clouds swim through the alleyway..
like hollow twigs on a meadering stream.
as cotton lumps do so light that they fly
and enter the mind of the passerby
who treads the alley
for a breif moment of soltitude.
the clouds leave from the other side..
..and along take all that was weighing
on the soul, the body and mind,
of the good times then they remind
as swiftly smoothly enter the passerby
all the clouds that are behind.
A drizzle brings back the scent of the soil
which marked the first rainy day kiss
how nervous they were..how it was bliss..
the breeze reminds of lost love
and swings the rain like a curtain
twisting and twirling it on the stage of life
showing some hiding some
Hiting the passerby as they fly…
..the rain, the winds and the clouds through the sky.

It is a day neither hot nor cold,
Clouds help the dry flowers unfold
Canary with his song to the flower told
Drink while you can, yourself don’t scold.
-Rubaiyat

Heaven is incomplete without a heavenly romance
Let a glass of wine be my present circumstance
Take what is here now, let go of a promised chance
A drumbeat is best heard from a distance

– Khayyam

Motherhood

Not a very long time back

Every morning the Honey waali Chai,
A loaf of bread and do kilo ka school bag.
Running in the rain at the honk of the bus,…
and standing in the corridor
…for forgetting the maths homework…daily

Then waking up to reset the alarm.
friends coming to honk at the door,
and zooming for the 10:30 class.
Finally giving up trying…
… to attend the first lecture and making it a habit…everyday

Then sleeping at four in the morning
and waking up next day..
..to walk to the place next door,
…not to Lata Aunty or bunty’s house but office.
Checking emails and multitasking…

All that is routine..has just kept changing.

Timely Introspection

“If thou ever hath a watch… Bear it so its hand runs ahead of thy wagon’s standard time …..” – Shakespeare…

Well…Ya…O.K. he said nothing of the sort…
This is my very own desperate attempt at quoting an experience and I don’t doubt the bleak prospects of it being committed to a single clever or dimwitted memory. But well, does that stop me from using my freedom of expression…not really u have guessed. So here I go..

So I find myself reaching at 3:45 for a 3:45 train …even when the night before I told myself “venture into the world way before time”. I feel pretty much like an overloaded farm cart trying to run at the speed of a Ferrari to catch up with a railway Wagon which I imagined is already set out on its journey. The illusion of movement of the Wagon would have had something do with my fatigued senses which had tried to fight their way to victory combating every finicky rickshaw Walla, every ambitious ticket collector and every demanding station with scores of stair cases and bridges to cross.
So Did I catch the train? .yes…
Did I know I had got into the right train? Doubted… I prayed I would be lucky
Did I get into the correct compartment? No

Well such and many more instances keep repeating endlessly. Refusing to let go. Making me realize how undisciplined I am with my time. From reaching places on time to taking up studies on time and sometimes matters like wishing people on time, or maybe tomorrow marrying on time. Well, my soul hardly listens to all the conventional wisdom about the import of the four letter word.

So finally I came up with a good enough solution to counter! Well no this won’t help me to get married on time. But yes…Lesser ambitions like catching a train or reaching my office and sundry would be taken care of. About matters more grave I will think later (procrastinate again)

Vaguebynature : …My primary concern after I reach a destination finally is why I did not set out on time and save myself the immense nuisance that my psyches and physiology had to go through….office , Classes, station..party..never ever did I reach a respectable destination right by the watch….you think I will Set my watch to run 10 min early and that would help???….
Inner Voice: Try it…

…..Ran my watch 10 min fast. So I always knew still have 10 min to spare. “You are too smart…relax there is still time…” “God Never made a more intelligent head”…And there I was 10 min late to officeK. So I realized, setting the watch to run faster and knowing about and then expecting to profit …. Demands regulation. Like I ate one pie less for lunch to beat the calories…but I hog on to an extra pizza fro snacks because I know I have gained one calorie less over lunch ….like umpteen such attempts at exercising regulation and restraint which normally end up in vain.

Well yes. Being a loyal member of the ancient Order of two headed turtles, I accept my fate with time…I do hope someday I will reach the station 5 min early… (Don’t ask for much …do I?)

Becoming to each other

It just dropped where it fell…it had known no direction…

that …but was a chance that it fell on the blossom

The dew drop resting on a petal…
…dancing about by impish free will…

Oblivious of the iridescence…granted from its milieu…

Nature revealed it to the mesmerized onlooker…
Who allured by its exquisiteness wondered ….
…if it was the water bead or the setting?

That the sun shone in the shiny globule…
…the colors that artists use to render life on white…

The dew drop hath no way. Neither its backdrop…
To conquer the splendor that they do….if it were not for each other.

Hair Affair

Well..with no spot of embarassment I would confess that today morning when I got up I thought I would prefer to die before I step out with my bad hair..so I instead stepped into my closet and ransaked it for a bottle of fresh smelling shampoo to sluice my hair..and it had to go wrong..
All my dreams of stepping out a halo girl were shattered in one go..
..but determination I share thy name (though on all wrong occasions it seems)…well I did step out afteall ….not to the next door parlour for Shampoo Shopping..the choice of destination was all exquisite my dear..I went ot Lo’real hair clinic because I was felt like..and here goes..

…I enter greeted by a sea of smiling faces..they made me feel like I knew them from my last birth..that they are the only pure souls on earth who can think nothing but my good…I took pleasure at my newly gained importance..I felt I was raised to a stratum higher than the normal (well I was on the second floor but this feeling was about a rise in your soul…self)…
and then the lady in green took me to the blessed place…”zust aye cumplementiary chaeck mam..we wiss eiu take it for avar sake…..fleeeasee..” I must admit she was very sweet to me..at that time I thot she liked me or something..my feeling of elation just kept growing…”why not..sure”..
there was some man made machine (now thats obvious…) inside..a few charts and huge screen..and ultra hygene smell..reality started occuring to me when she told me of what a dreadful place on earth the human scalp was…she referred to mine…i sat there listening to her tales of the Sebaceous and the war she waged against the enemies of clean hair..she talked about the scales of dead skins that would shred off later and make me so shamefull of myself that I d want to die before I step out into the outside world …(something similar to what I felt in the morning..I had come to the parlour to ward off that feeling)…
but then she said she can rescue me…like an angel fight against all odds to make my hair so lovely that they would dance with out music…No shampoo will work..it will be their own treatment..full form the beginning of it to the end….
and why all this for me..but because i l pay them 1700 INR 5 times every month for one year and buy 5 bottles of different creams and masks and apply them everyday one after the other for the rest 25 times in the month….by that time I had started feeling sick..I had no special powers of endurance…

it was 12 when I came back with a decent bottle of shampoo from the nearby grocer…picked it on my way back to the real world..where you dont bother to step out with bad hair and if you do..you wont after and hour in the sun and heat….
Well..I think I got a strange feeling this morning…afterall…peculiarity thy name is…..