The Moony Girl

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 

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...)