Going, Going,Gone...

Gone like wind is the dream i had been holding on to since some time...
a chase for the black holes in the search of the light..
Gone is the excitement that made me kiddish and bright..
Those long moments of waiting, for the words emotionless and trite.
The chase could prolong had i been my smiling best,
had i been less weird and outspoken,silently fighting the unrest.
Had those tears not turned into meaningful remarks,
It would have meant all rosy and beautiful sparks.
But anyways, it had to end in a bitter goodbye,
coz you could never change things, how hard you try.
When you end up speaking your heart,
some deaf ears are all ready to break it apart.
But, it happens once not twice,
That the separation makes you pay a big price.
So, you fake the smiles and face it aloud,
you step back from the dias and return to the crowd.
You stop asking yourself and the one,
And leave some moments for the unsaid and undone.
When you hear "Never knew people like you exist"
You stay quite and smile but those feelings persist.
Only to be giving way to a clarity of thought,
and a restrospection on the typical"you" traits it brought....

Dance like you will never ever get to dance again!!

I dont want to lose the moment..so writing with the flow of what i feel just now.I just danced my way around some punjabi numbers,and feeling great !!Rejuvenated, happy and full of life for the moment.As i listen to a punjabi track dhol jageero da, i feel great to be a punjabi and carrying the enjoying- the-bhangra instincts of punjabis.Dancing at thid time of hour is fun when you have friends along.But as i was home alone, i started alone..Lol.It makes me remember the exam times in College when we just used to rush to archi block, the girls who are always making sheets and gossiping, Lol, increase volume of music already playing and start dancingIt used to be real fun, situated among a village area in fenced hostels, still having a great time shouting and dancing.But times have passed,We hardly have a blast with friends, it needs planning or when we end up in parties and chilling zones, sometimes end up getting bored and disappointed at expecting the same friends, as in college. I sometimes feel like calling a friend, then guess, she has been recently married, must be busy and stop dialling.sometimes, i end up increasing their missed call count. As i write this, the track has changed to "aj nachne nu kare mera jee" One foot tapping bhangra track, which just lets you have a great time enjoying the beats.Punjabi music has always been lovely and i like the rythm with which feet and expression play on your face, swaying you all along.Whenever i dance, i feel like on the seventh sky, the moment of happiness is indescribable, its too quick, too beautiful, that it shows on my face while i tap my feet. I miss the hostel times for these moments, which will remain, yet will be missed.The freedom that job has given has been great, but has taken with it bonding and togetherness in a strange way.
Everywhere i see, there is a bit of frown in every smile, those steps while i dance now, stumble at times, that moment of gudbye has pain in it, That conversation i have has tinges of nostalgia, there is certain lack of trust in some people i know,there is warmth missing in those eyes and words, there is some love behind those terse words, some pain behind that tall face.
Welcome to the world of grown ups, welcome to life where every moment is precious!!
:)

The Within!!!

I am my owner,i am my own god...i am what it takes to drive me along..I am the owner of my emotions..I make and break my heart..I make and break my chances..I make my relations with people and i break them, i take blames and i give blames, i suffer pain because of nobody but me....I am the reason of everything happening to me..I am the power...

Ever wondered the emotional baggage you carry at points of time, resulting from some broken relations, some unfulfilled promises, people turning strange and ignoring you, some lost memories,some paths you take that lead you to nowhere, are all a result of you, the within.The power, the force that makes you live upto each day or feel like dying, the force that tests you till you break apart, then makes you pick up from scratch and emerge again, the force that makes you smile and cry and makes you understand your capabilities and your strengths that lay within you, untried, untested until storms hit you.Yes, the same force that makes you feel hurt when you are ignored, the same which urges you to take revenge, once u lose self respect, the one that makes u fight for urself against the world, against yourself, the weak you, to remerge as a hard rock.Yeah, rocks will get weathered up again, they might break apart again, but not in the same way as before.Not with the same intensity, maybe less, maybe more than before.But it will be worth giving it a try. You may feel terrible and messed up in case something bad hits you, but when those moments surpass, you will feel proud, great and confident to be discovering a new, better you. You may be once bitten twice shy, but whatever has to happen, will happen. You might feel extremely irritated, out of control, emotionall drained, lost and guilty to be repeating things, revisiting the horrors, and unable to handle the same things, but at the end of the day, you beat the metal with the hammer, and it takes shape. You are the metal and are taking shape, very soon or less..And thats how, life is, you never know,what,how, when and in what form, things strike you and end up making you stronger and weaker, depending on how you take them.But whatever goes, comes back, for sure.So, think, behave and act putting yourself in others' shoes because its a round robin phenomenon.Everbody's turn gonna come.When, you dont know. And keep in mind that when its your turn, you dont end up feeling tragic for how u changed things for someone when it was their turn....

Fascinated By Facebook !!

My silly work on facebook, i like the beauty and randomness of the thoughts which creep in all of a sudden:


Every night gives way to a light, brighter, brighter everyday, taking you in its sway, what to choose, the blinding yet true light or the ignorant and fascinating dark, to be finding the destiny with a lantern or be following a spark.. Ahem..ahem.. :):)
Mansi, the great poet of all times... Lol


Everybdys slept, i hear just the blaring horns and see the vast blue, my eyes need rest, but mind fails to take the clue.. Some silly questions make their way, the mind and heart both having their say... The commotion has started and i must sleep.. before the urge to write may creep.. :)

Smiles here, smiles there, just not one on my face, peace not there, peace not here, everybody is lost in the race. I feel at peace though i dont smile, i wish to be moving mile by mile... But what matters is how the journey goes.. Not the rush of footsteps, but the balance of the toes... Mansi. :)


U give me smiles, i give u the same, u show care, i do the same, u avoid and ignore, i learn the lessons and carry on with the game.... Ahem Ahem.. :)

The sunshine..

Every morning i get out of the office bus which drops me to office at school hours(read 8:15 a.m.), i walk for 5 mins to reach my office entrance.As i move along, i face the sun for an odd 2 min walk before disappearing in the huge logitech park, to be cornered in front of a Dell Plasma screen with keyboard in a so called Bay to work for my so called high performance delivering company. Those 2 minutes instill ine me the freshness needed to carry on with the ups and downs of an odd day.The sun's beautiful, not so harsh rays early morning, coupled with a cool environment and fresh air hanging along makes me feel as if am embracing the sun and its magic will work on me entire day.I feel so close to nature for those 2minutes, the air sweeping my face, the sunlight sparkling and poking me, and the silence making the moment sound like a prayer.It reminds me of the simple fact that beauty is all around, you just need to introspect,see and feel things around closely to relive the lost magic of the things you love to do.
My Full of life moment that i will be missing for sure in some time...

The Phoenix Arrives...

The first words of a phoenix at rebirth(from ashes):

Reduced to dirt, i have been lying here since long,

trying hard to wake up, to finally sing my own song..

The song of birth, reawakening from the doom..

The song of the spring, once gripped by pallor, flowers ready to bloom..

The song of fresh air, the song of the sparkling bright sunshine,

The song of the prayers, bell ringing in the shrine...

The song of my dreams left unfulfilled, the song of me laughing loud,

The song of my achievements, the song of the applause making me feel proud.

The song of beauty, the song of love sweeping me away,

The song of being me, the song of freedom,having my say.

The song of my hum, melodies emerging from within,

The happiness along, the beauty of the din.

The song of memories and my smiles,

The urge in me to run long miles,

I wanna sing my song, want you to sing along,

To finally celebrate the victory of right over wrong...

Come, lets sing my song, cheer for me..

Now that i have the bright feathers,let me flee.....

"A mythical bird that never dies, the phoenix flies far ahead to the front, always scanning the landscape and distant space. It represents our capacity for vision, for collecting sensory information about our environment and the events unfolding within it. The phoenix, with its great beauty, creates intense excitement and deathless inspiration." - The Feng Shui Handbook, feng shui Master Lam Kam Chuen

Two States...One dream.

Two states by Chetan bhagat was a real breezer with lots of humour and exciting snippets shelled out of the tangible difference between punjabi and Tamil culture.The struggle of Krissh Malhotra to get the love of his life, Ananya Swaminathan is no doubt, a tough nut to crack which has been very well accentuated with humour, logic and beautiful moments at exactly right situations.The family drama is all the more interesting.The way Krissh tries to convince Ananya's family is what any girl would call Sweet..Lol.But jokes apart, the sincerity that he shows by those truthful words of love towards her is amazing.How he stands up for all odds to make the both ends(read north and south) meet is fascinating...His theory of aiming for each parent individually is humorous.The way he proposes to entire family of ananya was very interesting.And to top all, typical Punjabi mother of Krissh, puts in hues of humour whenever she talks of the wedding gifts, market value of krish and all such trite remarks which dispel the truth about how difficult it really is to convince your family about castes different than yours.

Well, the story has a very happy ending with the two getting married happily amongst chaos of a Quiet tamil brahmin clad and loud Punjabi baratis ..:-)
Very well written and awesome ...:)

and finally, the two states emerge as one dream, nurtured carefully and fulfilled...