Wednesday, May 30, 2018

Time travel

if I ever meet my 5-year-old self,
I would wish to tell her all the things that I hope to tell my future daughter someday...If I could go back in time, I’d tell my mini myself
  1. You are beautiful. Never let anyone tell u otherwise.Stop putting your sense of worth into the hands of people who don’t understand your value. I know those burgeoning waistline, the cellulite, your unruly hair and the fact that you’ve never felt quite right in your skin, bothers you..but you don’t have to fit a certain stereotype to celebrate yourself. So go ahead n devour the last spoon of your chocolate icecream as it’s gonna melt all your woes.
  2. you aren’t invincible but Gosh! U r strong. You won’t realize it now but later in the coming years you will appreciate the woman you would turn out to be and you will learn to keep your head high(heels higher) during the testing times.
  3. People will try to push you into boxes. You will come across zillions of naysayers in your life and then there would be the ones who would push you to fit the stereotypes ...break those boxes. Break those stereotypes Break them down and create your own. You can be whatever you want to be..you can be the princess in distress, the graceful queen but never stop being the warrior, that you are
  4. It’s okay to be different. It’s okay to be weird. It’s okay to be silly or crazy or ridiculous. It’s okay to laugh out loud and it’s okay to cry in public, even when there’s no reason. It’s okay if you don’t know how to fit in. The people who matter will love you through your eccentricities.
  5. Always keep this 5 year old curious kid alive in you.don’t rush to grow up to be able to buy the lacy delicates from VS or those glittery stilettos...it’s a crazy world out there...never stop being the crazy kid that you are. Love with all you got, don’t let your passion for life burn out as you walk ahead and never stop yourself from stepping into the rain to jump over the puddles.Observe life with a pair of rose tinted glasses and value every little gifts of nature.
  6. As you grow up, you will fall in love, you will meet many people,some who would make your heart flutter, some who would break your fragile heart, some who would move a mountain to piece you together, some who would make you question your worth...but darling! Those momentary bouts of disappointments and self doubts would wash away the day you start believing in yourself.You don’t need a prince to save you from the dungeon,because you are your own prince in shinning armor (or shining piece of Tiffany maybe ) because you worth much more than what you think you are.....so shun those temporary people and never stop believing in miracles and love...and start by loving yourself to bits, because you deserve it.i promise you that you do. 

So today I want you to know that I love you and wish I had said this to you earlier 

Monday, January 1, 2018

muah! 2018


#goodriddance2017
wishing a warm adios to the year that was.... and wasn't at the same time.
A new calendar year always seems like an opportunity to change, believe and hope for a fresh start. This is the day to start penning a new chapter of your life. As we start filling in letters in our brand new diary, I couldn't help but ponder over the year that swept past and boy! time flies, and here we are eagerly hoping for 2018 to magically transform our lives. I hope and believe that this year would be the year of pursuit—of your passions, of faith, of belief and health and happiness, however that manifests itself in your life. Pursue what makes your heart flutter. Chase the experiences that make you feel alive. Realize the dreams that keep you awake at nights. Go for all that you’ve felt inadequate to have, or unable to pursue in the past. This is your year. Live the beautiful life you are curating for yourself as this is the year you stand up, twirl in your gorgeous heels and show up, all dolled up....for yourself.
this is the year you dance through the hurdles even if your legs are trembling....
.so, cheers to new beginnings, to this brand new diary that you can fill it with colorful letters, to new adventures and misadventures...cheers to the new resolutions & to the life ahead...
#Welcome2018...#happynewyear and happy new and evolved you 😊😊
 Ipsi 😘😘

Sunday, December 31, 2017

Reality or illusion?




On a typical Saturday afternoon, lounging by a steaming cup of americano...I couldn't help but ponder over this old quote by the legendary Oscar Wilde, I came across a few days back.
Within its context, it implies that great poets pen about the dreams that they can’t live and the ones that manage to realize their magic are too engrossed living the illusion.There is no expression left, as expression and realization happen through action, rather than scribbling on a blank canvas.Beautiful moments lived in discretion and building magic in real is a form of art in itself.
The quote is a self-provoking analogy. As an avid analyzer of things, I can’t bring myself to pour out my beautiful moments to the paper. The recurring truth and the magic that I keep living is destined to be the truth of my reality and the zillions of stories or the truth that floods in my mind or keeps me awake all night are the memoirs I treasure close to my heart and these are the ones that would never see the daylight of life.The magical world...the beautiful stories are within me and are only for me.
Xoxo

Dear kid who deserves better :-)


Well well! boy! look at you! You are such a cutesy piece of mess. I am sure this is not how you penned the story of your life, I am sorry to say that the happily ever after Yash Raj's movies, the fairy tales, and the eternal love sagas are to be blamed for putting a pair of rose-tinted (or in some cases maybe diesel ) glasses on us. I know there are days when you feel empty and want to go back and live all those memories again, maybe dream of a future you had built up in your head. I know that when you close your eyes, everything - those little fights and those mistakes seem so insignificant before your love. I've been there too. But it gets better, trust me.This isn’t the end of your fabled love story. In fact, it’s a new chapter. 
In this big bad world where the reality of life slaps out your innocent dreams, take it as an alarm clock, a wake-up call that you’re better than what you are now, that you deserve someone better. Remind yourself that love happens not once, but several times - sometimes at the right swipe on a dating app, or openly fantasizing about that "petite" hot gal on your Instagram account or maybe while lecturing someone to improve their driving skills...(Raj would have eventually fallen for a real Senorita if Simran had not reciprocated his feelings)
you never know your soulmate might be sitting all dolled up (ladylike) hundreds of miles away sipping on champagnes at a fancy bar in Paris or maybe someone clumsily downing shots of vodka residing 5 blocks away :-P.
 Anyhow, the point is people leave. All the time. Remind yourself that your love for yourself exceeds anything that you have ever felt for anyone else.
I haven't walked in your shoes. Only you know whats running in that beautiful complicated mind of yours (all protected by your luscious hairs :-D). But I do want to tell you, any day you ring my number, I'll pick up on the first ring. And if you ever need to pour your heart out, abuse the world or plot a homicide, I'll help you :P. if you want to kick the bad year by its ass by gorging on gulab jamuns, I may not share them, but I can watch you engulf each.
It’s time to write a new story, one that you’ll be proud you flipped the page on and turned into something legendary. And this new year is the right time, baby. You have to believe that you deserve better. 
Happy new year babe! This year is the perfect time to rebuild yourself. Go out there and explore the world(you got 5 years to do so :-P). Do what makes your heart flutter.  Pick yourself back up again and believe me, the right one will come along and prove to you why she not only deserves a chapter in your book, she deserves to be the title.
Build new memories and then someday - maybe soon or long after, you'll fall in love again. And this time it will last.
wish you all the happiness, love, prosperity and success 
(yes, you deserve all of it)
 a happy new year and a happy new you :-)

Hugs and kicks
From 
Someone who believes that you are a great guy!

Friday, November 10, 2017

Unicorns are real


The younger-me never doubted the existence of miracles and magic. The idea of immersing yourself in an illusionary world where you get to be what your heart desires ,intrigued me.Everything from the chirping of birds, to the aroma of homemade oven bakes, to the twinkling of stars on a cold night, the warmth of hot molten chocolate, felt magical. The belief that the fairy Godmother can transform you into a little princess and relocate you magically into the woods filled with candy floss and unicorns, fades as soon you get caught up with putting out the proverbial fire and work around trying to switch from one frame of life to another...The existence of logic in life blurs our belief in magic...life is too short to be stuck in mundane duties and trivial worries...it doesnt hurt to step back, breathe some life to the inner child that wants to be let  loose and explore the world in rose tinted glasses....magic can be unlocked if you embrace it..accept it and cultivate it in you...there is no logical reasoning to the existence ,but the power of belief can unleash the magic in your life...you can be the Alice and wander in the woods or be the wonder woman of your life and bravely fight out the enemies...be present..be you..believe in the power of universe and sprinkle come magic confetti and strut like a princess on fire....and yes #unicornsarereal 


Xoxo

Ipshi

The Taste of freedom



Ever wondered why the taste of freedom fades into oblivion the moment it is leased and bounded by rules? the constant need for approval from others and the fear of taking risks stifles you from within...
Fitting into the perfect puzzle of society ,acts like a washing machine that cleans u up...rinses u and wrings out each bit of originality and passion from you..
There is something really beautiful in being raw..uncouth and untamed.your untamed spirit keeps u awake in the darkest of the nights and alerts you of the myriad possibilities that the world has written for you.
Truth be told, following your untamed spirit means living for yourself, seeking the invigorating challenging experiences of life, its stepping out of the comfort zone and taking full responsibility of your life and striving to attain that last piece of freedom that you always desired to taste.
Your untamed spirit chases you to realize your deepest darkest desires,chases you to fight for your life and happiness, chases you to be the one that you want to be rather than sitting in a stagnant pond trying hard to fit in to the societal norms dictated by others
So,Let your spirits run wild, be untamed and alive and taste the sweetness(or bitterness) of freedom, passion and life.
Xoxo
Ipshi

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Free Fall

Caught in a whirlwind of erratic thoughts, I struggle to cease the melancholy tune playing at the back of my mind......Phew! A year just flew away leaving behind a trail of indelible voids in my life. It shuffled me up high in the air furnishing my frail arms with a pair of wings and on my merry flight, it just snipped off my pinions, striving to escape the free-fall I encapsulate my claustrophobic soul with an impermeable sheet of emotions that wrecks me from inside. I close my eyes to a long tunnel of darkness, I move on and on into it, waving to the pool of happy plasticine smiles, with my heart going green with envy, envious of their ability to keep their head at its place, for the driving force that kicks them to stay alive, for the warm blood of passion running through their veins. the eerie murkiness of the journey doesn't seem to fade, I tread on with my self imposed cape intact through the tunnel awaiting for the sudden rush of light...waiting for the hallowed angel to break the shell and light me up to a new horizon, fly me off to a land far away from the farthest ground and enable me wipe off my drenched eyes....As another year knocks into my door, I lay back and ask myself one question...what tomorrow holds for me? I don't know whether there will be colors on my white scape, if I would kiss the pinnacles in life, I am unsure if I was born to be special, all I know this year I would walk on the edge and ring the bell of luck.
*Amen*

Friday, November 25, 2011

Confessions of a cello-holic

Dipped in the intensity of my liking-sharing-caring act, i tend to ignore the utterly annoying sign of putting the cellphones (read ur facebook/gmail/corp mail/ zooming around with 3G speed stuffs and Gawd knows what all) off for the next two hours and push yourself into a so called reclusive world without a cellphone...JEEZ! In no time, i landed an airhostess with a dazzling plasticine smile instructing me to put my soul off for the next 2hrs...FINE!! there yu go...out of my 3G world I tried to look around with a 2 dimensional view and randomly started surfing through a travel magazine, an article about a nature resort in an exotic island did catch my attention for a few seconds, it claimed to traverse you out of the chaotic cacophonous metropolitan city into a quaint beautiful villa where you enjoy the luxuries in the lap of nature unplugged of electricity/ phone calls/needless to say internet at a price of a bomb....this made me sit back and wonder, how would life be without my mean machine-my cellphone?? Ironically, i do realize the level of my addiction, I also agree, I rather prefer to lie down play soccer on my phone than go sweat it out in real, and my hanging out with friends mean more on con calls/vid conferences, anyhow, I am aware it aint that good, but trust me just to go on a voyage of self discovery in some far off island I cant overlook the nostalgic moments i shared with my fav gadget, My normal days starts waking up to a tuneful Linkin park music alarm set on my phone, i check mails, i have replaced my daily chore up picking up the newspaper from my door and enjoying over a hot cuppa coffee over checkin over the news site on my cell with a cup on the other hand....then all through the day I pin for applications from a vast pool in the adroid, all my friends stay in my pocket and are just a ping away ;) I can spend days on a go setting my status updates/liking and commenting all around n yeah! I make calls/text too, I am now drawn to a pool of thoughts in sepia mode, of how I spent my teens texting sweet nothings to my girl friend(s) (thanks to the student pak where 100 msgs were free for a day) forwarding lame jokes, surfing thru errrr..umm...educational content and sharing with friends, clicking snaps endlessly to get a perfect pic for the networkin site profile, changing ringtones every other day, setting upo cool callertunes and what not....then came the 3G where the phone is not just a call machine..its a lifestyle, I store and travel with my world, the ocean of applications/knowledge/people are just a tap away
I love it, I live it! Its a part of me....i enjoy being Bz on 3G, rest everything comes secondary ;)
Monochromatic monotonous lives be damned
Amen
time to fling some enraged birds to drive the fat pigs away and keep myself occupied till I can tap back into my fb world
Ciao
~~Pradeep~~

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

With love, xyz

I was walking barefooted on the freshly mowed grass caught in a drizzle, with the soft breeze blowing into my drenched hair ,singing lullaby into my tired ears, the million twinkling stars above my head tripping me into a delusionary mish-mash of thoughts…..walking beside me was another soul holding my hands gently and helping my unsteady legs to a smooth gait, we sit on the wet grass, breathing in the aroma of fresh soil after a lash of rains, talking and talking for hours about nothing in particular, In those few moments words are exchanged, some laughs shared…some accusations…and some words of flattery…On the whole you are having a nice time and living each of the passing moments, but the ironical part comes into live when you just snap out of the reverie, all you could do is relish those bygone moments as thoughts. A moment , you were tasting the kiss of paradise, whoosh the next moment you are dragged out of your illusion with a kick of reality, craving for the time to reverse. Did I go wrong in treasuring the moment or was I destined for short trips of happiness…..? Why are we, humans such suckers for short lived glories…? why do I keep searching for the treasure hunt at the wrong place, I wonder why don’t I take a big U turn in my life and just welcome the current time with hugs and smiles rather than living-re living the bygone....why am I groping in the darkness of my solitude at this point of time looking for a familiar touch when my mind and soul have reconciled with themselves and are yelling at my bleeding heart to wait for the sunshine patiently…..I have zillions of questions floating in my mind, the answers to which I don’t comprehend….I haven’t lost hope…I do believe the pariah is right within me, I need to bring it to life but….why are my eyes welling up??...what am I looking for? My vision is too blurry to have a clear scape of what’s waiting for me…..the pain is too excruciating to get onto my feet and walk backwards and clear the grit of my past….why cant I just let go?...why am I crying? Why can’t I just go out of my confinement and dance in the rains anticipating for a change in season….why cant I love myself again???....why cant I sway a magic wand to make myself beautiful all over again??.....why cant I reverse time….
Come back!...come back to me….let me relive those moments again,,,
<3

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

My apostles

To my beautiful gurlie pal, who has stayed up on me all night listening to the gibberish I had to rant cribbing about my college, boy friend and all the global gyan i had to share, who has spent almost 18 yrs with me laughing , sharing punishments at school & living a beautiful eccentric lives of our own…. she who brings out the child in me, nurtures it by giving it a healthy dose of fun & laughter….
To my sugary sibling who has come a long way from a petulant little kid to becoming my source of strength for lifetime, who would just not let me grow up, & has now grown an uncanny habit of holding on to silly collectibles that reminds her of me, my sister- who kisses me goodnight & cuddles me to sleep while I would be in welling up my eyes, missing my mum
Lastly to my mum--for bringing me to life, whose contribution in building the figments of my life is in such tremendous quantity that no matter what I pen in favor of her , would be an understatement to her selfless existence in my life..someone who has shed tears in tons fretting over my future, who has done everything & anything it takes to make the smallest of the small dreams come into life for me, who can sketch out the current state of my mind in a jiffy, who would still treat me like a 5yr old & buy me soft toys on my birthday, who will innocently listen to all the nonsense I have got to yap, who would accompany me on my endless window-shopping sprees, ....who knows me by my pulse like no one else does....the woman in my life who can fight with the entire world to bring a flicker of smile on my lips, a woman who has brought me up like a princess, spoilt me silly, & has done zillions of sacrifices to keep the tiara on the princess’s head intact
I raise a toast, & bow my head to the wonderful ladies, who make my sepia life worth living with zest by adding a palate of vibrant pink into it….I am proud of being a woman myself for being worthy enough to spread the word of love & affection as these woman have in my life & many others…......I dedicate the special day, week, year & life acknowledging my beautiful life as a woman.....Celebrating the spirit of womanhood, I wish one and all a very happy women’s day, Hope we all continue adding magic to this dull world by our beauty, compassion & love
:)

Saturday, January 15, 2011

all about wooo "MAN"

Phew!...finally I have a moment to myself, to clutch my pink pen & try cast a spell on myself that would sway me to an unconquered territory inside my muddled up thoughts, Finally I revert to my first & "only" love after a huge gap. Sigh! such a relief, I wanted to pen a unique piece to exhibit my grand comeback, but Alas!..all I could think of as of now is to script another male bashing blog entree :P Now that sounded straight out of a biatch's mouth, umm I guess, rather than pretending to be a FCP all over again, let me try something different today, let me sing in the praises of men, Grrrr, over with my usual pleasantries, let me straight hit the chord, MEN!!..men!!..ME-n MEN!!!!!!!!!!......you love them, you love bash them up, you love to flutter your eyelashes to pierce their hearts with your manicured finger nails, you love to love them, you love to hate them, Jesus! some special out of the bugger lot you cant imagine your life without, so here it goes, dedicated to the special ones(read one) that has been instrumental in moulding my life in a certain interesting way with a pink perspective...
1 my boss f*&@s my life, I had a verbal abuse session with my best friend, my boy friend's ex(es) refuse to f@#$ off, the traffic gulps a piece of my steaming brain, bloody PMS, someone hints at my burgeoning hips when I am just about to gulp a kilo of my favourite ice-cream....grrrrrrrrrhhh!!!!!!!!..........*enters the hero* *hugs* *pecks on cheeks*....addresses me as "his" "small" "baby".....**anger melts** **blush** blush** sigh! Blush*
2) you may over hear me saying, I am independent, can take care of myself, smart, Cosmo girl, and blah! blah! and more Blah! But at the core of my heart, I always want someone to take charge of things & lead me, & Men are biologically programmed by their inflated Male egos to guide their ladies when I can just sit back, relax as a pillion in my life & trust the special 'him' to walk me through, even though his roaring self esteem may not allow him to ask for directions when he is lost, but still its his headache to stay on-track B-)
3) the view ahead is myopic, on the top of it you are colour blind, what a disastrous combo, unless, YEAH!! unless you have your sugar to wrap you in his strong arms, nudge you in the right direction, & let the optimistic ray of warm sunlight fall on you.PEFECT view!!
4) I like butter scotch, he likes the same without butter, I cant stand strawberry, he cant stand without munching on few fresh ones, I dream in candy shades, he sees through crystal clear lenses, my pink tinted fantasies rule my throbbing heart, the gray scaled world rules his mind. together we procreate our unconventional world of differences, that serves the regular potion of nourishment to both mind & heart..
5) Had a long tiring day (plus the events mentioned in pointer 2), to rejuvenate my senses, all I have to do is...to reach out for his smiling, dimpled face followed by LOLing at the silliest of silly PJs cracked by him ,that you can find all over the santa-banta kinda sites. which is any day better than a stick pole sitting at home giving you global gyaan about things you have attained a PHD on (the last line makes no sense, but still felt like adding it :P)
6) contrast to the general notion that girls go for henpecked hubbies is totally a myth, how would you feel when you are shouting at the top of your voice, calling him names etc, & he listens to you intently without moving an inch,,boring!! isnt it....I personally prefer some one who can fight back, react to my witty sarcasms by wittier sarcastic comments, someone who is a wooo...MAN not a WOOman :D
7) I am a responsible individual, matured, responsible..woteva!!
.AHEM!! Ahem!!....* the kid inside me pops out* *its welcomed warmly with a big open heart, mushy kisses, & is elated, sometimes feels on the 7th heaven as though he received his favourite candy without even asking for it :)

Well!well...well..enough of carrying a halo over my head, lemme just satiate my zingy tongue by amending the post by adding yet another cliché—you love them...you hate them...n even though sometime you may wish to, but they just wont let you ignore...

Have a great weekend girlies with that special someone of yours, don’t forget to screen your devilish horns with a sparkling halo over your head ;)

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Mind trip

Not even in my wildest dream had I ever thought I would be seeking solace in the tiny space of my blog from the maddening crowd of thoughts frightening the daylights out of me.....Never thought I would reach out for my laptop and frantically start sketching out my mind when my heart bleeds to talk...talk the mind & soul out to some unbiased pair of ears...At the time, when the feeble walls of my misty dreams are collapsing, all I can do is pen out like no one's reading or maybe the entire world is ears to patiently decode my silent tears.....I gulp down the bile coming up my throat,stifling to evade this chaotic commotion of my mind....Bewildered...Provoked...dragged into a smoky haven..forced to wear a plastic smile, when all I want to do is shout..cry out loud...ITS MY LIFE!!...let me be ME!!...Good bad...Ugly..I love it..Its amazing to play myself...i beseech the almighty to let me live in my Illusion....Let me enjoy the dark smoke that will gulp me down someday...Let me be the writer...the writer of my own fate..
Amen!

Sunday, March 21, 2010

All Pink'd up :)

14.02.2010
Throughout my teens I mooned over the Shakespearean saga of eternal love, the tuneful melody of violins playing in a far fetched land & the rosy images of mills & boon…I sigh every time Raj (of DDLJ fame) stretches his arms out to accommodate his lady love of life Simran into his huge heart filled with the beautiful lullabies of love….However cliché it may sound, the flowery images of delicate love stories that uncannily ends with a ‘happily ever after’ message made me believe that there is some Oh-so charming knight in shinning armor out there waiting to unleash the princess in me & take me to a world away from the hustle-bustle.
(That was one of my silly dreams prior to my obsession to dark arts/vampires (now that will make another post), anyhow concentrating on the present topic of living in a fairy tale….)
As I grew up in a small town, I suddenly found myself trapped amongst a herd of so-called corny romantics…with the Titanic, Romeo N Juliet…DDLJ fever still warm in the hearts of my fellow classmates…who at a tender age of 13-14 claimed to have found their soul mates...14th Feb post Dil to pagal hai movie release, was awaited by these amateur lovers with hearts & stars on their eyes…for me the day meant cribbing with my single BFFs over life being unkind to me for not granting me the elusive beauty of life=love….the Raj or the Jack who would rescue me from sinking into the sea….sigh!...n I would stuff myself with loads of ice creams & goodies, even though life was as complete as it can get without the presence of Oh my Gosh! Louuuve ....Soon, I grew out of my teens & when the oh la la! Tequila margarita replaced the innocent candy floss & ice cream: P a part of me matured into an adult who always tried to believe in living for the present to the fullest becoming some ‘hard to get’ stiletto chic chick that my profession expects me to be ….while the other part refused to grow out of my roots that still crave for those cloudy dreams in pink to come true, In the course of time I saw, I met, I thought, I re-thought…..no matter how many times my brain tried to coax my heart perpetually repeating…’jeez! Grow up...give him a chance…he “seems” to be the one”…but somewhere deep down the lyrics of my love life never seem to match to that of the music of the violins that I dreamed of being played when I fall in love…..I sometimes wonder……. I aint any princess….I aint weaving some fairy tale…I am just another girl who grew up reading loads of ‘ happily ever after’ stories….whose Mom just cant stop herself from pampering & dressing her baby girl all in pink with flowers to let her believe she is a princess  I am just an average girl whose hair always look limp … who cant stop drooling at the aroma of dark choc pastries….who laughs incessantly remembering an old joke at odd hours & odd places :D….someone who cant stop crying like a baby when things are not right..I am just another girl, who also “sometimes” (emphasis on the word-sometimes) blushes when someone is sugary sweet to her…. Should that stop me from spreading my imaginary wings & flying in the land of utopia…..??
As on today-14th feb 2010—I guess, life has been trying me, & last few months has been a constant conflict between my heart & brains… but once again it taught me many great life lessons and taught me to appreciate what is truly important and what is just fluff and frills. First time in my life rather than killing time watching chick flicks on V-day, I walked into a card store filled with red hearts roses…n a red blush on my cheek….first time I stayed awake till 12midnight to receive a call…first time I felt like a girl :P…but there were no violins playing...he is no Raj, no Jack..no Romeo….he never had the chance to save me from dragons & monsters…he is no prince with a pristine white horse..I am no beautiful princess living in a castle either…but sometimes people unnoticeably walk into your life, you communicate, you exchange thoughts & you right then realize that they were meant to be there….even though the cupid doesn’t put much effort…the magical spell is still felt…they teach you a lesson, or help you figure out who you are, your priorities in life….& how you see yourself in future….I don’t believe in fluke…everything that happens has a reason…….so for me…things may have slightly change…& for sure has made me a better person  but I am still the princess of my own fairy tale….if not the pink candy world…I am happy with the smoky hustle bustle of today’s world….life may not be a happily ever after kinda story for all, but I believe living life with no excuses & loving your prince/princess charming without regrets & conditions straight out of fancy novels can make all your coming Valentine’s days loaded with hearts & roses  n as far as my love story is concerned…who knows next year same date, my PC may grab a chance to save me from sinking into the sea after the ship crashes to prove his love (PS-he better does, cause I dunno to swim )
Happy V day all of you 

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

so be it !

1st jan 2010
Happy new year to me….another year just flew by, yet again leaving behind a trail of beautifully articulated moments in my life where I LOL’d, I sighed, I smiled,I shed those precious pearls…I gasped, and few that just made me wonder in awe…..After a huge gap of time, on the occasion of new year, I revert to my first love –“writing” to seek refuge from the frighteningly random thoughts that’s monopolizing my life lately & the occasional bouts of ups & downs … I wonder what do I write in this little space, There are so many words stifling in my mind that itches to come out,umpteen images in my heart waiting to be shown, so many colors urging to reach the canvas but do I have an honest listener?? Who do I address to?? What do I paint my colorless life with?? Do I have a pair of patient ears to listen to my endless yap, without judging me? Do I have the comfort of strong arms swaying me away from my creepy dark thoughts?? But Why do I care….when its totally completely, my own space…Its my life.. I deserve the right to mould it into any form I want to, since when have I become so needy to ask for someone to pull me out of the shell I have created for myself? Since when have I started living on others terms? Why do I need someone to be happy? Why do I have to hide my tears, gulping down the gush of anguish that comes up as a lump in my sore throat occasionally, without the fear of being exposed to the big bad world?....Why cant I let my hair loose & dance to the beautiful tune that the world around me is playing & just be free & happy,,,?? Why cant I go back time, when an ice-cream melted every hurdles in my simple life?? Why cant life be minus the wrath, the complicated emotions, competition, guilt, pain ………………why cant I wait for the warm rays of sun to kiss me on a wintry night of dark thoughts & furnish me with an enlightened life….They say ‘life is a sweet pain’…why cant I just gulp down the venom & laugh at the destiny that awaits me..
~Amen~

Monday, December 7, 2009

10 reasons to feel good after your break-up

1) 1) You don’t have to pinch your face to bring out that pink blush when he confesses his love to you in the most corniest way, thinking he has turn the world upside down for you, proposing in the most romantic way that the world has ever seen….(when you are just wondering—“Are these lines picked from Moulin rouge?..Or is it notebook…duh!!)

2) 2) You can just give yourself a break from listening to his perpetual brags of how he tamed a wild anaconda, how he swam through the engleesh channel…. & pretending you are with a HERO!!!!!!!....sigh…keeping the constant “awwww” expression on your face, with occasional ‘oh my God...really???...my! my!...n blah blah!...(bull shit!...the jaw badly hurts, keeping that phony expression intact)

3) 3) You don’t have to smile coyly with gratitude when he picks up the grossest gift available on planet earth which probably your irritating neighboring spinster granny would have worn it eons back & still would have counted as outdated & fugly…gross! (Worse still, when he expects you to put on the next time he sees you…spare me the horror...Jesus!)

4) 4) You don’t have to pick up a salad with low carb, low fat, and low cal dressing, when he is proudly gormandizing on French fries, burgers, & hinting at your burgeoning hips & suggesting you names of gyms, health clubs.....(i wonder we never point out their ugly blackheads on their even ugly face, their dark circles, their not-so-john Abraham kinda-body, disheveled hair …then why the hell should be a look-alike of kate Moss..I believe many would agree on this—‘a butterscotch ice-cream tastes way better than any guy’s saliva’ :P)

5) 5) You can give your deceptive tongue a rest by not giving the ‘honey!..I have a very bad headache’ excuse….or ‘I dint mean to hurt you baby…I am just cranky these days, blame my PMS not me’ & the biggest one ‘you are everything, that I had ever imagined in my dream guy, I am so lucky’ ( a few extra notes of mahatma Gandhi printed paper, a posh 4 wheeler, & regular trips to sexy night clubs wouldn’t have harmed much though)…& not to mention.. “Baby!..U r so good at it”eiwww!...

6) 6)You don’t have to tickle yourself to laugh at his fucked up jokes which sometime seems like he has forgotten the punch line….but all you can say is gosh!...u r so witty!...wink! wink!...

7) 7) You don’t have to act dumb to boost his "MALE" ego, (not my fault if I am born as a smart n sexy chick…n by the way baby, I know who the finance minister of India is, the answer of ‘x’ to the power zero, & even who wrote the book midnight’s children)

8) 8)You are freed from the oh so boring events of meeting his ass friends who just cant stop praising him like they are being paid by him on per hour basis to lie & rot in hell for committing one of those 7 deadly sins of lying incessantly…phew! but U are expected to keep nodding your head in disbelief & steal glances of pride with your lover boy ….I wonder, if he is this good, then why is he not with Katrina or kareena? why on earth is he stuck with me...

9) 9) You don’t have to burn your ears by listening to the endless sagas about his momma...his mommy is this…that…n what not…but why are we talking of ethics & culture at this context, I wonder if his mommy approves of everything he does under the sheets?? :P

1010) You can reach out for the dark chocolate pastry resting in your fridge at 3 am without raising any jerk's eyebrows.

There are 3.5 billion potential fishes out there…..all you have to do is turn, focus, bat eyelid, smile….game on! :D

(All the incidents/characters featured on this article are purely non fictional, any resemblance/similarity to any person living or dead(hopefully :D) is deliberate, without a pinch of regret, thank you n FO)

I aint a bitch, I just keep falling for dogs every now & then….

Spice less monotonous life be damned

~~~peace~~~