The Moony Girl

Ah the Wintry Evenings.. My all time favorites! When everything is quiet and peaceful and you hear music of life punctuating this silence.. Sitting in my room, browsing through some coding/study material with my Vanilla scented candle on.. And there is orchestra somewhere far-off playing Rajasthani folk music.. Pallu latke ho mhaaro pallu latke .. It just feels as if everything has slowed down, and I can feel the musical notes hanging around me like a heavy cloud of fragrance.. Life seems to have lulled down.. Like flowing tresses of a mermaid gliding underwater.. Can it get any more serene? :) I don't think so.. Peace- Enigma

Hey peeps! I just threw my phone out of the window miffed by the alarmingly rising breed of self-obsessed people. But before I begin to write this one, let me mention a few things in advance: 1. I am not a saint either, and do not claim to be free from these earthly shortcomings 2. I am not going to reveal any names. So you may resume reading if you were dreading finding your own name below, or you may run the fudge off if you came here for some juicy tidbits. This ain't no gossip blog ju girlies! :P *pretending a serious face* 3. Show some sense of humor and tell your inflated egos to practice laughing back at themselves, lest they burst back at you emulating the complex cellular process cell ingestion by lysosome (yeah, whatever, I know my biology well B) ) Anyway, so after the ritual of ambling off that is so commonplace with me, let us come back to the main ailment. I am observing a very disturbing trend these days. As it is no mystery anymore that I am a software ...

Have you ever felt lonely? Surrounded by people, their movement, their noises.. Have you ever found none to talk to? In a crowd of exchanged 'Hello's and 'Hi's.. Have you ever waited for a real evaluation? Shuffling through a list of comments and compliments.. Have you ever felt all the more alienated, unprobed, untouched? Scorching under those piercing, judgemental stares.. Have you ever found words meaningless? Further emptying the emptiness by their own vacuum.. Have you? Have you ever?

An emptiness plagues me It plagues me from the years   There is something I’m tired of An unseen weight my shoulders bear   There are some days I’m hale and happy Shining with the rising sun   Rest leave me feeling all lone and useless An extra being, the unwanted one   Sometimes weeks run by   Sometimes even minutes won't pass through   I laugh at the stupidity of human mind   All overwhelmed with the future it looks forward to (Just a passing feeling...)

Love is just like Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jaenge .. Though we know about half a dozen flaws, and a dozen practically impossible scenarios, still we continue going back to and enjoying it time and again… Love is getting fooled again and again, knowing the flaws and glitches, knowing that it may or may not last.. But still being there, trying to enjoy the magic of pheromonal magnetism, as long as it is there. Bah.. the stupid crazy destructive love.. (Dedicated to a destroyed friend - one way or the other :p  May you find your solace)

In a country like India, with one of the largest and most extensive railway networks in the world, there is no doubt that for the less gifted, who cannot bear the brunt of a super-expensive air ticket and are prone to travel sickness like the author (Yes I’m a narcissist and I know it for referencing to myself in the third person :p ), Railways is the only option. The Indian Railways come in all flavors from 1 st class to 3 rd class, 2-tier, 3-tier and now added to the list Gareeb Rath and other assortment of trains by our ever changing railway ministers trying to woo in the innocent junta by renaming and re-renaming the age-old trains. And just in case if it helps you feel the imagery of a situation I’m in, I’m sitting currently in an AC coach of the famous Shatabdi Express trying to link the cool AC breeze with the overcast dark rainy weather that I see through the window to my right side. Heavenly, right?! Yes I know. But the price to pay involves planning your trave...

Hi my eye-candies!! So whats up? Is it the cliche 'Same old, same old'? Believe me, it happens with all of us (yeah some of us do make exceptions, by being certified Bohos born wearing sneakers and carrying a travel backpack, or with a neon red mohawk, or a pierced tongue) but for the rest of us, "routine" is the Usain bolt, that manages to catch up with us how much we elude it. Like take   moi  for example (teeheehee).. Being a morning person, I get up at 0630 hrs, get fresh and fragrant to welcome the day, do my   Yoga /Belly Dance/ Bhangra   workouts and head to work at exact 0752 hrs for my work. Then, the breakfast till 0900 hrs, followed by gruesome work till 1230 hrs, followed by a lunch and a power nap till 1400 hrs. After that, its all about getting back to work, coming home, reading newspaper, cooking dinner and browsing randomly while eating, and finally going to sleep by 2300 hrs. Pretty boring and predictable yeah?! The weekends also a...