The Moony Girl

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 

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