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!

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

aN oXyMoRoN...!!!!!!!

Sometimes, a minute seems like an hour.... as everybody around my vicinity elopes into a deep slumber, I count the number of times the pendulum of my wall clock moved to & fro, 234...35...36...37... I stop the count for a moment to switch the mushy music playing on the background to a mushier one...As I lay on my back gazing at the ceiling, I wish the white to be of midnight blue color & be placed high above, adorning itself with millions of twinkling diamonds... I break into a smile anticipating the quixotic lyrics of the song playing... one part of me desires to get lost feeling each of it, while the other struggling to make me grasp the fact that dreams are made of emaciated glass,....
...I get off the bed to catch a glimpse of me on the mirror, I see stark imperfections staring back at me...I wish to be turned into an immaculately beautiful Cinderella by the touch of a magic wand...but why do I have to value vanity over my beautiful imperfections?
I flip through a magazine to pass the muted & dawdling time.... I only wish I could be what I wished to become...wishing to land up in an arena where wishes are nurtured... but alas! I didn’t realize that there exist uncountable heads but less actual living beings....
The night’s so still that I could actually hear the rhythmic beat of my heart....I get into a deep pensive mood when my mind tries to wander through the less conquered spots of my soul..i wish I could travel time back & withdraw some of the harsh words uttered by my ruthless tongue, & get back the unsullied emotions some had for me...but how can I ever appreciate love in my life, if I dont face hate & rejection??....when one part of me yearns to break the shackles of the life, fly all over with a pair of golden wings & breathe in the aroma of solitude & freedom in a grand way...while the other wishes to revisit, the lap of my childhood, where a single moment of joy was multiplied by dancing like no one’s watching you, a drop of tear flown from the innocent eyes was wiped down by three strong pair of hands, where real freedom was screened by the dependence on people who personified selfless love, when relationships were simpler & easier to maintain.......& to relive the moments of endless & thoughtless yapping sessions, guilt free ice-cream binge, jumping over puddles in the rain, bickering over petty issues then forgetting all of it the next moment, forgetting pain by a simple hug, beautifying the Barbie doll, without giving any significance to your own appearances...
The world’s moving slow today... the clock strikes 2...& no sign of sleep on my eyes...I peered through the window, to throw a gaze into the night sky, & lend my ears to the eerie silence lurking outside my window......as one part of me presumes the darkness outside to be an indication of the arrival of solitary days that will sweep the distant dream away from my feet...while the other part appeases, while taking it to be the time before the verve gushes in to my soul in the form of sunbeams.....