After listening to Jealous Guy...

I was dreaming of the past.
And my heart was beating fast,
I began to lose control,
I began to lose control,

I didn't mean to hurt you,
I'm sorry that I made you sniffle,
I didn't want to hurt you,
I'm just a selfish girl,

I was feeling insecure,
You might not love me any more,

I was shivering inside,
I was shivering inside,

I was avoiding to catch your eye,
Thought that you were trying to spy,
I am swallowing my pain,
I am swallowing my pain.

Monday Mornings...

My Monday mornings will now have a much better start. After a long dreary week and a lazy weekend, it’s hard to start a new week with the same zeal and zest. But from now on, this boring routine won’t continue. My days won’t start the same way; neither will they end the same way.
My brand new week will now have a brand new start!
I am fed up of spending gloomy nights hiding myself under cushion and crying for no reason.
But enough is enough!
Now I want to open the windows and let the sunshine and fresh air come in. I want to get out of this dark room, explore my new world, and live life in its true sense.
No more red eyes, no more sulky face, no more fake smiles hiding the pain.
I’ll start my life afresh…just like the Monday morning!

A promise to keep...

They say, if you put off what needs doing today, the mind doesn't rest until it’s done. Hence today, I am taking one big decision. It might seem very disappointing today, but it will reap better fruits tomorrow. I trust my decision and I will abide by my decision till death.

Not so happy birthday to me....

Its 11:25 pm.
Sharp thirty-five minutes to go. From 12 o’clock sharp, my phone will start ringing and message box will get full with birthday messages.
Tomorrow is my 21st birthday. 21st birthday is considered as one of the most important birthdays in one’s life. It is a legal drinking age in U.S. Big deal for a non drinker like me!
In fact, I don’t think celebrating birthday is really that important.
Yes, I used to celebrate it till date. Probably, I would continue celebrating it in future. But not this time!
This birthday, I am not in a celebration mood at all! I am wondering why I should celebrate when nothing around me is going well.
1.My Sveetu is not there with me this birthday! :’(
2.My best friend has some professional commitments and couldn’t make it for my birthday.
3.A person, whose company is making me feel better these days, is not in town.
4.I haven’t achieved anything great since my last birthday.
5.I failed to follow few resolutions
6.Haven’t completed my Reiki course
7.Neither joined Kathak nor Jazz classes
8.Have hurt many hearts
9.At times, have hurt my parents as well
10.Broke few promises
11.Betrayed God
12.Betrayed myself
13.Betrayed life
(Just noticed, the number sums up to 13... a number for misfortune, a number for adversity. And I really don’t want to celebrate the adversity!)

Happy Independence Day!!!

Entire country is celebrating 61 years of Indian Independence in its own way!
Wishing all you Indians across the globe a very happy independence day!
I just came across this blog while searching for some interesting features on Indian Independence.
This blogger has posted some beautiful pictures reflecting the true spirit of Indian patriotism on his blog. He has his own group at www.Flick.com, which allows people to share their images. Some of those have really touched my heart.
Take a look:





Here are some more I found on some other sites (mostly on Flickr). See how small things are replicating the Indianness:









Once again wishing you all Indians, A VERY HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!!!

On different parts of the same planet...

Your journey has just begun.
Soothing breeze is touching your stubbled face. Raindrops are trying to enter through the windowpane, to compete the breeze by touching your soft lips.
Moon is waiting for you to go fast asleep. He is going to meet you in your dream and tell you that somebody is missing you!
Am I right? Or it’s just my imagination?
Are you finding your seat comfortable? Is that pot bellied old man, next to you, trying to seize more than half part of your seat and making your journey more painful? Is engine’s loud sound not letting you sleep peacefully? Is the bumpy road hurting your impaired back?
Are you trying to reach me? Is your phone’s battery low or is there a network problem? Are you getting annoyed by that?
Are you missing me the same way I am missing you or, you missing me more than I do?
Are you listening to me? Or are you thinking what I am doing at this hour of night?

We are on different parts of this planet but still are together...

English pronunciation

A beautiful poetry sent by a friend...
Its long but its worth investing the time.

Read it

English Pronounciation
Dearest creature in creation,
Study English pronunciation.
I will teach you in my verse
Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse.
I will keep you, Suzy, busy,
Make your head with heat grow dizzy.
Tear in eye, your dress will tear.
So shall I! Oh hear my prayer.

Just compare heart, beard, and heard,
Dies and diet, lord and word,
Sword and sward, retain and Britain.
(Mind the latter, how it's written.)
Now I surely will not plague you
With such words as plaque and ague.
But be careful how you speak:
Say break and steak, but bleak and streak;
Cloven, oven, how and low,
Script, receipt, show, poem, and toe.

Hear me say, devoid of trickery,
Daughter, laughter, and Terpsichore,
Typhoid, measles, topsails, aisles,
Exiles, similes, and reviles;
Scholar, vicar, and cigar,
Solar, mica, war and far;
One, anemone, Balmoral,
Kitchen, lichen, laundry, laurel;
Gertrude, German, wind and mind,
Scene, Melpomene, mankind.

Billet does not rhyme with ballet,
Bouquet, wallet, mallet, chalet.
Blood and flood are not like food,
Nor is mould like should and would.
Viscous, viscount, load and broad,
Toward, to forward, to reward.
And your pronunciation's OK
When you correctly say croquet,
Rounded, wounded, grieve and sleeve,
Friend and fiend, alive and live.

Ivy, privy, famous; clamour
And enamour rhyme with hammer.
River, rival, tomb, bomb, comb,
Doll and roll and some and home.
Stranger does not rhyme with anger,
Neither does devour with clangour.
Souls but foul, haunt but aunt,
Font, front, wont, want, grand, and grant,
Shoes, goes, does. Now first say finger,
And then singer, ginger, linger,
Real, zeal, mauve, gauze, gouge and gauge,
Marriage, foliage, mirage, and age.

Query does not rhyme with very,
Nor does fury sound like bury.
Dost, lost, post and doth, cloth, loth.
Job, nob, bosom, transom, oath.
Though the differences seem little,
We say actual but victual.
Refer does not rhyme with deafer.
Foeffer does, and zephyr, heifer.
Mint, pint, senate and sedate;
Dull, bull, and George ate late.
Scenic, Arabic, Pacific,
Science, conscience, scientific.

Liberty, library, heave and heaven,
Rachel, ache, moustache, eleven.
We say hallowed, but allowed,
People, leopard, towed, but vowed.
Mark the differences, moreover,
Between mover, cover, clover;
Leeches, breeches, wise, precise,
Chalice, but police and lice;
Camel, constable, unstable,
Principle, disciple, label.

Petal, panel, and canal,
Wait, surprise, plait, promise, pal.
Worm and storm, chaise, chaos, chair,
Senator, spectator, mayor.
Tour, but our and succour, four.
Gas, alas, and Arkansas.
Sea, idea, Korea, area,
Psalm, Maria, but malaria.
Youth, south, southern, cleanse and clean.
Doctrine, turpentine, marine.

Compare alien with Italian,
Dandelion and battalion.
Sally with ally, yea, ye,
Eye, I, ay, aye, whey, and key.
Say aver, but ever, fever,
Neither, leisure, skein, deceiver.
Heron, granary, canary.
Crevice and device and aerie.

Face, but preface, not efface.
Phlegm, phlegmatic, ass, glass, bass.
Large, but target, gin, give, verging,
Ought, out, joust and scour, scourging.
Ear, but earn and wear and tear
Do not rhyme with here but ere.
Seven is right, but so is even,
Hyphen, roughen, nephew Stephen,
Monkey, donkey, Turk and jerk,
Ask, grasp, wasp, and cork and work.

Pronunciation -- think of Psyche!
Is a paling stout and spikey?
Won't it make you lose your wits,
Writing groats and saying grits?
It's a dark abyss or tunnel:
Strewn with stones, stowed, solace, gunwale,
Islington and Isle of Wight,
Housewife, verdict and indict.

Finally, which rhymes with enough --
Though, through, plough, or dough, or cough?

Hiccough has the sound of cup.
My advice is to give up!

Life in a Metro

Everyday I leave office, take out my phone and dial some random number from recently dialed contacts. I love to talk with my friends (My friends are my treasure!). I don’t feel guilty for talking for hours, spending a handsome amount on my phone bills. Because I know, I don’t spend money like water in all those silly-girly-things like lip-glosses or dresses with exorbitant prices. (Causeway or Linking Road are indeed some smart shopping options for me!)
But today was a different day!
I called Madhav, he was busy with his shoot as usual. Since he joined this new office, I found that he calls me very rarely. No problem! I can understand. Same thing happened with me... new office, new place, lots of new things to learn! I won’t complain, because it’s very human! The second number in the list was of course Rohit’s. Rohit, my bessssst friend. He was there for me every time I needed a friend to share every little secret, a shoulder to rely upon and cry my heart out!
“Hi, wazup?”
“Nothing much! You say. Left office?
“Yeah... Ok tell me... where are you?”
“At home!”
“Can we meet?”
“Now? Ok! But where?”
“Phoenix? That’ll be better for me to reach home in time”
“Umm... can you come to Dadar? We can have a good time at CCD!”
“Ok! I’ll catch a cab then! See you in next 10 minutes”
After sharing goodbyes, I started heading towards Dadar, trying to catch a cab.
One, Two, Three... Five! I hailed for the sixth one.
“Dadar?”
He gave some excuses and told that he’s heading towards Lower Parel station and that he can drop me till there.
I grudgingly got into the vehicle, rolling towards Lower Parel station.
Bumper to bumper traffic and its constant honking were maddening me.
I called Rohit and asked him whether he could come to Parel. He was not refusing the idea. But the tone of his voice made me comprehend that he’s not willing to come all the way to Parel.
I did nothing but disconnected the phone.
Rage, disappointment, Despondency... all the off-putting feelings were swarming.
I was on the bus stop. Trying to sink in what I went through few moments back. I realised that I behaved very standoffishly by disconnecting the call. But, that outburst was spurred by disappointment, not rage.
And this is when I realised for the first time, how lonely I was... how aloof I am... forlorn from the world and its earthly feelings of care and concern!
“Last stop!” The conductor almost roared. I, very mechanically got down of the bus and found myself humming a beautiful song from Life in a Metro.. “Rishtey to nahi Rishto ki Parchaayiaan miley...”