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

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

***BeEp!!! bEeP!!!****

Could there be any more irritating phrase than the most used “what’s up”? I agree it can be a handy cue to initiate a conversation, but trust me, no matter, how much ever happening a person’s life is, his response would never ever change from a cold monosyllabic reply with a wry smile, I mean what does the asker expect, other than this, You cant blurt out in response to ‘sup’ that your college life is sucking all your leisure time, ur having a rough time with your time-pass friends, u dumped your partner cause you realized soon that he/she was a bloody moron & so on...all you can say is ‘sigh! nothing much, lifez on’ & put him on the same place by asking him back ‘what is up with him’ & be prepared to hear the same reply ...this way the vicious cycle continues....
talking of the new emerging virtual life, When my inbox is generally filled with irrelevant job opportunities, lame discounts & shopping offers, my orkut scrapbook gets flooded with ‘sssup’ msgs in no time. Since at times I, login more than once in a day,i find the same insomniac guys (whose residential address could have been better if changed to google-orkut,) who I would have talked to,a few hours back, will scrap me the million dollar question ‘what’s up’ all over again. During those times, i wonder, what could have possibly happened in a couple of hours for me to narrate them all , I should better revert trailing my neighboring aunt who not only finds 24 hrs a day short to speak about the world but, rather is humble enough to be sharing juicy details about the colony peepz ongoing affairs,spicy inside stories, her ‘secret’ recipes, & ofcourse the wellbeongs of tulsis,parvatis & komalikas of her theaterical life revolving around these characters,with the vegetable/fruit/junk sellers. I prefer not to dwell on it for others good...apart from this conversation initiator, theres this F-word which is the new anthem for the gen-x, these days, i hardly find anyone with a formal brit lingo, as they say, a booze session cant be complete without following it with some heavy moves amongst other drunkards, & a pizza cant be tastier without putting in a dollop of fats, it seems a sentence cant be complete without using the ‘f-word’ more than twice or thrice. There exist people who have little grammar sense, using expletives articulately without making much sense out of it. It’s the word that makes them feel trendy & give them a pride of belonging to the ‘in’ peer group. i still don’t get it how does one feel like an American from using the word which means copulation in every f#$%ing sentence, & by addressing people irrespective of gender as ‘man’, this term gets into my nerves, I am a woman for Christ’s sake! Some dork fans of rappers even go to the extent of calling men- dawg!! another most annoying thing is, the use of the word ‘sexy’ which is used not only to describe the image of poverty stricken, plagued by mal nutrition female bodies with tons of grease paint, but also to inanimate objects like glitzy cell phones, swanky cars & what not. The world’s getting smaller, so people are limiting their vocabulary it seems. anyway, no hard feelings to any connoisseur of this ‘in’ hip-hop lingo, but the last thing i would like to dub is that a crow can never be metamorphosed into a beautiful pearly white swan irrespective of the amount of talcum powder he uses..:D.errrrr....ummmm,,,.it would be better on my behalf to shut the f&$k up before, the ‘dawgs’ get offended, & spurt ‘f$%k u”s straight on my face by showing their middle fingers...