Our Dear Mama Papa Game:)

Girl stuff one called it; and childish another:
We fussed and fought. Agreed and disagreed
At last consensus came
To play our dear mama papa game.

When one acted as a traitor,
We wondered who’d be facilitator!!
But as usual it was super mom to the rescue
Who filled the game with all the hue.

Gift economy was not just the rule of the game.
From our mama papa a command came.
Some silly, some sweet, some thoughtful and neat
And sometimes emderatology needs better techniques.
Commands executed perfectly by a few.
Partially by some, getting complaints from their mums.

Each put thought in the gift they gave
Which we exchanged in that tiny cave.
With the camera constantly flashing
For the toothpaste models it seemed like a bashing.
Was it the seasons cheer or the company near
Only happy voices we would hear.

Voice modulation never attempted
The excitement we pre-empted
Moving from the little cave
To a whole new planet
An alter ego tries to save.

With meal to recount the days events
Pleasurable it was to see
Reactions to insane conversations
Unfortunately the insane didn’t seem to realize.

And as usual
Hopscotch it seemed to be
Until home base we managed to reach

Thats my father..

No i don't have to look back
the pictures in front of me flash
he held me in his arms when i cried
hit me on my knuckles when i couldn't divide!!
realised every dream even before i could see
and loves me even when I'm only me..

From little steps to exam preps
From early morning alarms
to perfect cappuccinos and bournivta
From silly movies to high spirits
For being there all credit he merits...

There ain't no doubt in my mind
He is one person who never left me behind.
Through struggles and strife
he taught the meaning of life.

My biggest critic
My best appreciator
He always tells me to try harder,
that's my Father :)

no ode i can pay..

No ode to nature like Wordsworth i can pay...
no vivid narrative i can say
of the genial sunshine that comes through after rain
penetrating the dark clouds following each other like a train
the water droplets that gleam on the flowers
proclaim their purity and soothing powers
the solitary bird that flies across the sky
savouring the moment, not getting itself dry..
on the roof top i stand and wonder
to stay in basement and work was such a blunder...
to the beauty if the sight i surrender..

My drink!!!

It is but an art to fix my drink

hovering between the large and small.

no a wrong one wouldn take me to sanity's brink

nor would i demonstrate idiocy more than i normally do

the only thing that would be high are my footwear heels...

but ofcourse i would take up a dare

like a stupid mare

without for the world a care

to bring to perfect proportion the "concoction"

with company thats new and old

there was no putting on hold

the free flowing one liners..

well it couldn have gotten finer

except for a meal with a fine diner..

Monday Mournings????

it's a Monday morning and
surprisingly there aren't any blues..
i would attribute it to a weekend
filled with a variety of hues...
its not on every Saturday
that we get a night out..

Flips and flops are inherent in our plan
after all we are a funny clan...
acting like 3 idiots is not
limited to the screen..
the watchman who witnessed
our madness, i'm sure thought
he had a horrible dream
till there was completion of the team..
the fourth entering with a temper
we made all attempts to pamper
including a rhyming banter...

tempting they are...
junk and ice cream..
even after an appetizing meal..
vocabulary is not our asset
but that dint make us "taboo".
it was as precious as corals
the mid night class on morals
and we were let out of the grip
when we did go on our "road trip"
although i couldn wake up Sid..

after yes and irresolute no..
for the concert we decided to go..
Papu cant dance..
but we gave ourselves a chance..
screaming and yelling like those
old school days..
of laughter and mirth
there seemed to be no dearth..

issuance of curfew ordinances
left us "flighting" like Cinderellas..
No.. we wouldn't change into rags
nor lose our carriages to take us home
just that we would get to hear fireworks
that for a couple of days in our ears would lurk..

the inevitable exhaustion to the bed hinges
even those who are 6 feet, two and a half inches...

A little thought...

A little thought i ponder on...
For thoughts become things the say..
the little thought that comes at last
i don't want to be a thing of the past..
what has gone past has gone
its time to move on
its is impossible to get back
what one has foregone...

Finally out of Hibernation....

i survived!!! four months of sitting at home and trying to study.. Omg!! i never thought i could do that.. but i did... i did.. i did.. the result was not very satisfying though.. for now that is the least of my worries.. exams are done.. and finally I'm out hibernation and allowed to break free.. to do what I've been wanting to for a very very long time.. the list of things to do is really really long.. but lets see "10 things i wanna do after exams"
1. Get myself a really nice haircut
2. Shop till i drop
3. Clean the mess in my room and book shelf
4. Go on my nice little joy ride
5. Make up for all the lost time with family and friends
6.Read, Read and Read more.. uh.. not text books.. my sweet love stories and enthralling mysteries.. and a couple new bestsellers
7. Watch all the movies that I've missed
8. Experiment a little with my culinary skills and learn to fix a few drinks
9. Plan an improbable holiday ( i might not go on one but there ain't no harm trying right???)
10. Lastly try and loose some weight...
ya ya ya.. there is loads more that i need to do.. so lets wait and watch how things pan out....

for the man of science..

hmmm... time management has never been one of my virtue (its not that i dont try but it doesn seem to happen) anyways i'm a couple of months late in posting this.. so apologies to the person to whom it is dedicated..

when it comes to this "man of science" i always fall short of words..an thats the reason i kept postponing posting this one... but there is one thing i say confidently.. he is a total "drama king" (creative liberty).. all he has to do is a little natak and he knows he will get his way through... and of course sometimes.. actually most of the times jumps to conclusions and hangs up.. gussa to iski naak par hota hai.. baitha bhi nahi.. khada... ok ok don yell at me for that.. its a fact.. try and recall the number of times u've hung up on me!!

apart from that he is actually pretty sweet.. uh.. thats not pretty an sweet.. duh...

an i got the lunch u promised me.. so u'll get the brownies i promised.. its jus that as usual ill be late.. but u'll get it..

an now im at a loss of words..

P.S. this was in my drafts an im not satisfied.. but since u wre waiting.. place a bet ill do editions to it in the near future!!

Incoherently tryin to say i miss u...

Those memories are by no mean way few..
and i can reassure there'll be many more new...
of good times and bad..
its just that i'm a little sad..
cos i already miss your addictive cheer
your little texts which wipe away my fear
for how much you care
without you its like something isnt there..

Wipe away the fears today
Everything will be okay
Capture each moment happy or sad
Cos i want to live it too...
Keep faith in your drive and ambition
you've never given up
dont give in now..

an remember
the miles between us cant keep us apart...

Scraped my knee and proud of it...

scraped knee.. hurt ankle.. an torn jeans.. logically the next phrase would have been "boys will be boys" but i'm proud to flaunt that the next phrase actually is "yippi yippi that happened to me"...

no i dint fall off the bike.. nor did i try climbing a tree.. i only got a little enthu to watch my dear friend lead the school march past as Head girl.. well and in the process of running to the other end of the ground dint realise that the long jump pit comes in the way..

its not often that i scrape my knees (it doesnt imply that im not clumsy, because i define that), i celebrated this scraped knee.. not because there would be someone to acknowledge the pain or to massage the swelling(anyways there was no one) but because it awoke the sleeping child in me.. the one who loved cheer and fun.. the one who could be the just and the jester... it made me realise that the carefree, fun loving girl is still there, waiting to come out.. and out she is.. without a care of whats going to happen...

scraping my knee brought back to me the joys of childhood i had left far behind in a life where each move seems to be calculated.. reminded me that i am still entitled to do things without giving the consequences a thought...

Random or synchronised???

the fact that a silly facebook quiz told me that i'd meet my Mr. Right at a coffee shop is not the reason that i hang out at one most of the time.. i just find it really comfortable place to indulge myself in some deep studying.. (of my books ofcourse!!!).. but i do waste a little time reading the outlook.. and so i did today too...

there are certain unexplainable synchornies in life... its not even a couple of days back that i was having an intense discussion about true love and 100% commitment.. and the cover story of outlook was about screen romance and the love it never talks about.., there was a very nice article by the writer of Khosla ka Ghosla (sorry i'm very bad at names).. coming the author wove a beautiful article from patches of real life situations of love that was not.. just reinstating my question whether reel life 17 year old romances exist???

and i talking about synchronisation.. an elderly couple walked into the coffee shop.. and there was something about them that i could not take my eyes off them (apart from the lady being really attractive and smartly dressed in a pretty Saree).. they ordered for a sandwich and coffee for each of them.. their conversation was just flowing on.. not just through words.. and when they were done.. like most elderly indian couples it was the lady who paid(the lady carries the bag you see.. and men are more forgetful in old age).. outlook declared Shahrukh and Kajol the most romantic on-screen couple... but i'm sure even Aditya Chopra wouldn't be able to script love as true and honest as i saw today...

love is not just teenage romance... its waking up early some morning to make her a surprise bed tea.. to do the dishes together..to give..to commit... to trust.. to cherish.. not for a day.. month.. or year.. but for a lifetime...

Omg.. What a match.. Again!!

Not many put their money on history repeating itself.. but it did.. another epic final at Centre Court yesterday.. but it was Federer who was the heart breaker this time... (ummm.. i was more than thankful it was not Nadal facing him.. i'm sure i'd have failed to handle the stress)

the fifth set.. Vijay Amritraj merely called it the longest fifth set of a grand slam final.. (I'm sure he'll use more adjectives for it now). but the decider and omg.. A set that saw fantastic serving.. more winners than errors.. Roddick played arguably his best tennis.. was broken only once in the match.. and at that point he lost the match..

the match was definitely not for the weak hearted.. an enjoyable battle that left me regretting for my trimming my nails early yesterday morning.. i dint have any to chew off during the match you see...

Roddick might have lost the match.. and my heart cries out for him... but what disappointed me more is that now Federer overtakes Nadal as the World N. 1 *sigh* *sigh*

My teddy bear...

There are quite a few people i cant live without and ofcourse i'm sure they know that.. but there is someone very special (something, most would say) i cant live without too.. my eager listener, confidante, and very very loyal friend.. my very loved teddy bears.. most would call me an arctophile(a teddy bear collector), call me what you want, because its not like i care.. but my teddy bears are the dearest..

with about 2 dozen of them, each of them uniquely christened, they are very special to me.. and each of them has had a special way of being an entrant into my life... they offer unconditional love and comfort..

in times of hardship, they've provided solace. in times loneliness they've proved company. in times of silence they've listened...

Even when i'm cynical about the rest of the world.. i know my teddy bears will be there for me..

Here is something i had read sometime back and for obvious reasons immediately related to it.. so go on and read it.. Till then here is a bear hug from me to you...

I am your guardian teddy bear

I'm looking out for you

Just pull me close and hug me tight

Whenever you feel blue.

Just tell me when you're feeling sad,

I listen very well.

Your hopes, your dreams, your troubles too

I promise not to tell.

Share with me all your secret thoughts

Don't hold back anything

Just know that I'll be by your side

Whatever life may bring.

You are a very precious friend

You're special as can be

Nobody else is quite like you
And I should know, you see.

Because I am your teddy bear

And teddy bears are wise

We watch and learn our whole lives through

We're Einstein's in disguise.

So let me give you some advice

Always stand proud and tall

Be thankful for your special gifts

Because you have them all.
And I'll keep looking out for you

Just know that I am there

I am your biggest fan, you know

'Cause I'm your teddy bear.

No expectations no disappointments

"We do not indeed so often disappoint others as ourselves. We ourselves to form hopes which we never communicate, and please our thoughts with employments which none will ever allot us, and with elevations to which we are never expected to rise; and when our days and years have passed away in common business or common amusements, and we find at last that we have suffered our purposes to sleep till the time of action is past, we are reproached only by our own reflections; neither our friends nor our enemies wonder that we live and die like the rest of mankind; that we live without notice, and die without memorial; they know not what task we had proposed, and therefore cannot discern whether it is finished."

Under pressure and stress of this overburdened life often one tends to forget themselves. Changing the way one thinks from good to bad, better to worse, is just because one is too afraid to experience emotions and so the attempt to escape and think it will protect from disappointment.

shortcut to happiness????

It was a couple of years back that i participated in a play.. Dr Faustus.. ok i'm a student of literature.. but its one of the best plays ive read.. and the best ive been a part of till date. the plot overview is basically that Dr. Faustus a scholar is dissatisfied with his knowledge sells his soul to the devil (Lucifer himself) for twenty four years of knowledge and prosperity..

The whole play and our performance just came as a flashback when i was watching this movie called "Shortcut to Happiness". the protagonist sells his soul for name fame success and glory, but after he has that he is still not happy on the inside..

how many of us would gladly do that... little do we realise that name fame and success might give us momentary happiness but not fill our hearts with happiness.. cannot give us the euphoria that would bring tears of joy...

why do we pour ourselves into pursuits that provide so little in lasting happiness???

why is it that no thought is given to Aristotle's saying "happiness is "the virtuous activity of the soul in accordance with reason, happiness is the practice of virtue." - there is no shortcut to happiness

or may be i just think toooo much :P

Choose wisely..

"Its not abilities but our choices that truly define who we are " - Albus Dumbledore

when i was just thinking what is the good that i learn from the post today, i heard Albus Dumbledore.. and it was like lightening struck.. (the Eureka types). what is life all about, the big decisions that i make?? well yes ofcourse, but more so the little little choices i make everyday. and then i thought do i always have a choice? because most of the time i feel i am compelled to do things, but now when i look back, i've always had choices when i felt i dint its just that i dint like the ones available.

Sometimes it may seem insignificant what we choose, but every minor decision of ours has an impact on our lives.

So what is important is to make a choice. Choose wisely and stick by it; nobody says it'll be easy but you will definitely get there!!

In the journey of life

"Dance like no one is watching. Sing like no one is listening. Love like you've never been hurt and live like it's heaven on Earth." - Mark Twain

What does it really mean??

well atleast to me, it says,

in the journey of life...
do what you're supposed to do
do what you want to do
and
do it the way you're supposed to..

don't bother about the outcome or outspoken
because you know you've the right the best you could.

Its not just roasted beans...

For me "A switch is a switch" and "tea is tea" but is coffee only coffee?? uh uh.. no way.. ok i know coffee has been a part of quite a few blogs.. but what to do.. i just love coffee... A cup of well brewed coffee..
it really does not matter whether its the Godfather of Italian coffee in the form of an expresso or the prince in the Latte.. though the mention of cappuccino will have my face a lit up (a little extra sweet cappuccino i might add).. and its not just the Italian coffee that catches my fancy.. Because for me the Indian filter coffee is just a little better..

Coffee has become an obsession, addiction and joy of life.. but then there are a few people who've taken the title "coffee and cigarettes" too literally and think the combination is just perfect.. I guess they've only heard the title because one of the characters (pardon my poor memory because dont remember the name) repeats a million times atleast that coffee and cigarettes dont make for a very healthy combination...

For me its no Expresso vs Latte or cappuccino vs filter coffee.. cos i love them all the same.. the only one i like better is a mug of hot frothy coffee made by lowe especially for me... and Cafe Coffee Day's tag line is right in saying "lot can happen over a coffee" so let a lot happen. let it stimulate and rejuvenate you..

Pass it on..

Have you had a kindness shown? Pass it on;
T' was not give for thee alone, Pass it on.
Let it travel down the years,
Let it wipe another's tears,
till in heaven the deed appears; Pass it on."

Rev. Henry Burton wrote this hymn when he heard his brother in law narrate an act of kindness shown to him and how he was asked to pass on the kindness..

This has been my favorite hymn since the day I've learnt it... more than the song its what the song has taught me.. It taught me that the best moments of life are the little unremembered acts of kindness and love..

There are 3 principles of kindness... ( I dint formulate them but try to emulate them)

1. kindness seeks opportunities to express itself
2. Kindness is shown for the sake of someone else
3. Kindness is not slow in taking the initiative to meet a need

"T' was a sunshine of a smile, Pass it on;
Staying but a little while, Pass it on;
April beam the little thing,
Still it wakes the flowers of Spring,
Makes the silent bird to sing, Pass it on."

Its little acts of kindness that we need to show, so don't wait for something big, Love demands the loving deed, Pass it on.

http://fakeiplplayer.blogspot.com

A KKR match may be a dull and boring one to many.. With most rightly predicting what the outcome of the game will be.. but with every KKR game comes the magnificent display of the literary skills of an anonymous blogger who has created a stir in the blogging community.

Fake IPL Player or Poison pen as the KKr team call him has been posting quite a lot of masala.. which a few claim is a well-structured literary piece of all the gossip available in the media while a few others are of the opinion that it is far too easy to make fun a team that is known more for its celebrity owner than its cricketers or cricketing skills and is currently so dysfunctional that an insider is actually blogging "Confidential matters". Our dear friend has been chiefly aiming for his kkr team mates but hasn't spared the rest of them by any means.


Every one has been in pursuit of this Fake IPL Player, the fakester who has become bigger than the tournament itself, and if you thought he wasnt enough there is an ingenious follower of his who has created a dictionary for all the nicks he uses, skateserbia.com/?p=308.


Love him or hate him but you cant ignore him.. whether cricketer (which seems a little far fetched considering his eloquent language) or entertainer.. I'm thankful to him for a providing a nice little laugh early in the morning...