The Moony Girl

Hey my Christmassy Baubles! How are you hanging in there? I hope everybody is excited about the cold - the sunny days, chilly evenings and fast-approaching Christmas - just like me. At least I am head over heels excited about it (watching Xmas DIYs and ordering wintry candles online). But the seasonal fever apart (or not apart maybe), this blog post is about the raging spicy debate of intolerance, that's enough to spice up any smoking pumpkin latte (or espresso for the corpo honchos). The newspapers are full of people returning awards to protest, people protesting against the return of awards, people being intolerant about other people thinking that the nation is becoming more intolerant and dropping being the director of movie festivals and then other people using the act against them to prove their point of intolerance by the intolerant reactions of the person against their expression of intolerance (*slow nodding of head with my half-moon shaped glasses on the tip of my

Hi my friends (The ones from Delhi and owning a Car may take a glass of water before starting reading this one - just a Disclaimer ;-> ) I am sure the illuminati out of you would be following the current news articles blaring out loud regarding the worsening quality of air in Delhi due to pollution. The PM2.5 and PM10 pollution levels are even bypassing the 'severe' mark, and the pollution levels are at 7X of what they were two months ago!! Such extreme levels of pollution is going to inflict irrevocable damage to the lungs of the inhabitants. (But I won't blame Delhiites - I think they really misunderstood the criteria of Delhi competing with Beijing *wink wink*) But the lovely occupants of this resilient city were not moved by such studies and stats. What jolted them out of their sleep today was the announcement by the CM of the state to allow vehicles on roads only on alternate days to curb the pollution. I see all kinds of angry responses and retorts on th

Hey my apple-pies If you're in India, I'm sure that at some point of time, you might have felt inundated with numerous ads of fairness creams and facewashes. We keep on harping about the equality and abolition of racism in Indian society, but the hard truth is that we are still obsessed with the white skin. Or that's what I used to think till WhatsApp launched emoticons representing different skin colors in an update, giving an innuendo to its racist inclinations. So we trained all our guns at Whatsapp instead of our Society of hypocrites. But today, first time in my life, I saw two wrongs making a right, when a dusky friend of mine sent me a thumbs-up emoticon on WhatsApp in a darker skin color, being realistic about and proud of what he is, rather than hiding it under skin abrading and cancer causing fairness creams and misleading white skinned smileys. And this trend has been on since the launch of "colored" emoticons of Whatsapp. It's like peopl

Hey lovely people How are you all doing? Any news? No news? Well that does mean good news, because no news is good news *wink wink* But these days, we have even stopped talking about bad news. Sometimes out of insecurity, other times out of the fear of being laughed at. In my case too, I would hide any bad happening in my life whenever I can, just for the (innocent) pleasure of snatching that victorious smirk, that flutters for a second, on the ill facades of "well wishers" when they get to know about your bad times. Haha! Who needs paying for spiritual motivational classes (synonym - phony religious ashrams) after this. I already let out their trade secret - be the smug jerk, who though may be having a terrible break up or suffering a boring marriage, who might be in debt upto his eyes, or might be flunking all the college subjects, but would still rub the face of the world in dirt by telling them about his contentment and newfound bliss, new diet or regime a

Enigma is running really frustrated these days. And trust me, she is like Chandler Bing - The more frustrated, the funnier she gets. So here I (enough of the 3rd person mania) come with the idea of revanche # 2. Let's be generous this time and shower our attention equally on all our "friends". 1. Go to Google Play Store. 2. Download 'Candy Crush' (I know this game is for ninnies and unemployed and housewives, but just go with it. Trust me I won't let your data bits go waste. Pinky promise) Here comes the fun part. 3. Open the app and log in to your Facebook account. Well if you're lucky enough to be having ignorant mothers or dads who trusted you with your Facebook password, now is the time - login from their account. I'm sure the devil inside you must be grinning with joy now so go ahead with the next step. 4. Play each stage and send invites to all the "friends" out there. Don't leave a soul out. Have a big hear

It's midnight and way past my sleeping time.. And I am not asleep yet.. Because I am mesmerized listening to ' Ham toh hain pardes mein des mein nikla hoga chaand ' and wondering what makes moon so romantic for lovers, what makes it such a darling over sun and blue skies (my personal favorites)? After all, sun gives better light, better visibility and colors. But then, I find the answer in my question itself. Moon is so dear to star-crossed lovers because Moon is Love itself. Sun is cruelly truthful. It cuts no slack. It lights up all flaws,  crevices, blemishes and stains. But moonlight - it is so liberal. Just shining upon earth in a friendly way, it hides all weaknesses and deficiencies in its loony embrace. It lends a surreal aura of beauty to even mundane objects, making them bask in its glory. Isn't this just the definition of love itself? Blind and big-hearted, crazy and moony love.. That makes even ugly beautiful, and ordinary special. Soa

To take your revenge against an irritating chatterbox friend,  start with a message dripping with the hint of some juicy gossip. As soon as you are blessed with double ticks on your mobile screen (sent and delivered), go offline,  switch off your phone,  throw it in the bin,  run away and hide in your bed. Best sleep of revenge ever! ^_^ Am I high? Oh,  I don't think so ;-)

Just finished rewatching 'A Beautiful Mind' on the life and work of John Nash and what a beautiful message it gave. Like his schizophrenic hallucinations,  we all have some fears haunting us. They lead us in wrong directions, or even worse,  paralyze us. It takes courage to ignore them,  because they will be there forever -  shouting in our minds,  trying to gain our attention. But the only solution is choose to ignore them, not to listen to them and believing in your dreams. Love, if one is lucky enough to find,  would make it all more worthwhile. But even if it takes its own sweet time, just take what you need and be on your way and stop crying your heart out. ;-) Believe in your dreams,  no one else would fight for them better than you because they are your own babies.

I am proud of myself and the way I conduct myself. I am proud even when I don't follow the "so-called" norms of being a girl. And by the way, who decided these norms? Who decided that girls have to talk softly? And shout for help when in need? Walk in heels with one step in front of another? Who decided that it is girly to be unable to wrench your hands off the grip of some hooligan? Who decided that they have to jump on bed and shout at the top of their lungs whenever they see a Roach or a lizard? Who said that it is girly to elongate the ends of words and every please and hi? Why is it called "wearing the pants" when a woman takes control of her team or home or her life for that matter? Is it only men's department ? Well well well.. You might be wondering what old school thoughts am I talking about, but no. This is happening... Happening in this plain old world. And it hurts even more when your own friends, these highly educated well bred men,

Sometimes we just want to run away.. The question may be from what. But what needs to be understood that sometimes, it is not 'from what' but 'with whom' that poses a question. But no worries, in my life right now, neither 'from what' nor 'with whom' is a question. The thing is I want to run away. At a major juncture, where I am looking forward to big changes (don't worry I ain't getting married or something ;-) ) and more adventures and surprises, I find myself surprisingly - LOST. Being lost should be the last thing that should happen, especially at an unseen but promising bend of the road, but this is what is happening. Is it the normal reaction of a body? Or maybe the normal reaction of a pumped up body? Anyway, I am too numb to even surmise. I am lost, looking at the screen of my PC - pressing Alt+Tab all day long. I yawn rifling through the pages of a book I wanted to read from so long. I wake up in the mid of night searching for

Punja paaniya di dharti, dass guruaan di baani Sufi santaan da dar, heer ranjhe di kahani Ghazni Ghauri Temur Abdali di maar Etthe jatt da paseena, etthe khande di dhaar Etthe sohni mutiyaran, shahi suit patiala Bhagat Singh jehe munde, sir sohniya dastaaran Assi desh lai ditti bina "politics" de shaheedi hai 84 de dange jhalle, "uff" vi na keeti hai Saag te makki di roti da har ikk di zubaan te swad hai Pichli vaar jad vyah te nacche si ki oh 'punjabi' gaana yaad hai? Enne sare kamman vich je oh mohri hunde aa Ese lai Punjabi enne tohri hunde aa Baki vi ne change, poore India di shaan hai Par apne Punjab utte mennu poora maan hai