Passe versus Du jour....

So far I have talked about a lot of serious topics. This is why this time when I sat to write my blog, I decided to serve something that is light. This time I will tell you a short story. You will be able to relate to it but only if you comprehend the words rather than just reading them.

This story is about a very important phase of my life and how I dealt with it. Before I progress with the story let me introduce the characters to you. The first character is me, other two are my two cell phones. This story starts when I bought my new cell phone. I bought a new Samsung Wave something (I do not remember the model number, because I never bothered to check it!) some time back. I started using it just the next day. I was aware of all the basic functions of this phone and can operate them easily. The phone offers a lot of applications; perfect for people like me. It has a music player and a radio. It has a few very interesting games. Internet Search, Facebook, You Tube, Orkut, Email accounts are some of its attractions. My old phone had only a radio and a music player and internet facility was there but not so well segmented as this one. It was a Nokia N72. I called it “mera N72”. I call this one Samsung Wave or MY NEW PHONE.

My new phone is a light phone unlike Mera N72 which was bulkier. My new phone is stylish unlike my old phone (Yeah that is how I address MeraN72 mostly these days. Anyway who cares? After all it is my past now and my new phone is my present, right?) , which is all “tuta phhuta”. Its keypad is all rubbed off. Its body is fragile and screen full of scratches. The new one is has a touch screen, the keypad issue solved and screen covered with protective plastic sheet. Plus I keep it safely in a soft cover so as to protect it. I care for it a lot. Sometimes I go to back the memory lane and think if I would have cared for the previous one similarly, it would have lasted long.

The old phone had all the contacts so it was easy handling it. I fidget with the new one but not that often as I used to do with the old one. I admire my new phone but I miss the old one too. The attachment I had with the old one is no more but I am not attached with the new one either.

I do miss MeraN72 a lot of times, but I do not want to use it anymore. It is taking me a bit time to get accustomed to Samsung Wave. I use my old phone only at the time of emergency, whereas new one is with me all the time, but I am not sure if it will ever become a part of my life as the old one used to be. My old phone was with me for more than two years and new one has been with me from around two months now. I hope it stays with me longer than the previous one but the chances for the same are quite less!

So the story ends here. Technically, the story does not end here, because I am not aware of the fate of MY NEW PHONE.

I guess this is a common story for all the things that are a part of our lives. This is the life style these days. In today’s life style 'thing' and 'person' are not different terms. The treatment is same; in fact mostly the former is treated better than the latter one!

Old is Gold is now just a proverb. You can’t stick to your old things for long. You have to make room for the new ones when the old is not needed anymore. There’s no guarantee of how long the new one stays in your life but it’s important to take risks. Just go and take a chance!

A CUP OF MEMORY....

I am sitting on my room’s floor taking the support of the balcony’s door, sipping my coffee leisurely. I look at the shadows of a small plant my mom planted a couple of years back.

My thoughts slipped two years back to the day when we first kept the pot there. It was just few seeds when one day mom brought them and decided to plant them in a pot. I and my sister fought with my mother, when she decided to keep the pot in her room’s balcony. We gave her a hundred reasons to support our argument. Finally one of them worked perfectly; our balcony had the perfect sunlight and environment for its growth. Initially we nurtured the plant with a lot of love and care. Few months later we went in the balcony numerous times but did not bother to look at the plant. In a year’s time we nearly forgot the plant. As time passed we got busy with our own schedules. A year passed and we forgot the fight with mom over the plant along with its existence in the balcony and thus in our lives.

It is a cold winter afternoon. The sunlight is very pleasing. I can feel the warmth all inside. The plant is still here. It has become a bit old now. Its leaves are all over the ground and so are its flowers. The balcony’s floor looks beautiful with scattered flowers and leaves all over. I watch them and feel bliss. Thank god we fought with mom that day!

I sip the rest of the coffee and sit quietly for few more minutes. Then I get up, close the door and get busy with my usual life.

That’s what life is all about. They say life is the only constant change. Life keeps changing every second and we don’t even realise it. So many things and people enter our lives and leave, some stay for long some don’t. Some please us, for other we shed tears. But nothing remains there. Everything that comes has to leave and all we are left with is a MEMORY.

There are times when we are really happy in a phase of life. When things go wrong we cry over them for hours and days and months....sometimes years! But then there comes a day when we forget it all. We grow past those things and we don’t care about them anymore. We do think about them in our lonely quiet times, but that’s a rarity.

Memories are an essential part of the life’s journey because they give us a reason to smile and cry. They teach us lessons that we would have never learnt otherwise.

So, here I am thanking all those people who ever came into my life even for a second because they have made my MEMOIRE really wonderful!

Who moved my CHEESE?

CHANGE is one word we are all familiar with. However, it is a well known fact that we don’t much appreciate changes in our lives. Every moment things, people, situations around us keep changing. We need to adapt to them as quickly as we can. We need to be flexible in our lifestyle.
I know it all sounds great but when it comes to following all this, we are just unable to do it. There’s nothing wrong with it. No matter how easy it may seem, it is tough to adjust. When you join a new office, school or college, initially everything seems like a fairytale. Everything and everyone is new and good for you. But as time passes, things change. You come face to face to the reality.
Reality, my friends, is harsh than we can possibly imagine. When I joined my new office, I faced this situation. When things became really tough for me to handle, I quit the job. That was a tough decision I thought.....
It was not! Tough would have been then, if I had to continue with it!
I realised it when I joined my new college. Every day you meet same people and you have to stay with them whether you like it or not. There are times when you don’t like people’s opinion but you can’t tell them that, so all you do is smile at them and nod your head. I could never imagine I would have to do such a thing ever. “I hate hypocrisy so why am I doing the same thing now??’ I frequently came across this thought. And then I learnt one of the very important lessons of my life. What I did was not hypocrisy but diplomacy. I learnt the thin line difference between the two.
After getting upset about a hoard of times, I started adapting to the changes. That is when I realized that not anyone or anything around me was wrong. I needed to learn the art of adapting to the things. Sometimes you need to change the environment and sometimes all you need to change is 'you'.
Long back, I had read a book about this concept, which explained that when things around us change, we should not panic, rather adapt to the changes as quickly as possible. The sooner one learns the art to move on the faster one is able to discover the new horizons. There are situations in life when things happen that we are not prepared for. It’s not easy to move away or move on in such circumstances, but then I just recall this lesson and things become way easier.
So, the next time, you see changes around you don’t ask “Who moved my cheese?” rather MOVE ON! May be you’ll get better a cheese then!

After all it's just a DESIRE.....

A dream is a succession of images, sounds or emotions that the mind experiences during sleep. Some people say it is a state of mind where you imagine things that may or may not be real. I believe a dream is a mirage. It is a hope that some day my environment will be the way I want or imagine.


Like Dream SEX is also has different connotations for different people. It might be defined as a language of souls or just a process by which male and female gametes come together to mix and combine the genetic traits and produce an offspring of the same specie. I believe Sex is DESIRE.

Few days back, I was reading a book by Paulo Coelho called "ELEVEN MINUTES" and I came across a paragraph where Maria asks Ralf Hart to 'desire' her. By the time I finished reading the novel, I had a lot of things running in my mind. When it all settled down, I sat and thought about that paragraph and more I thought, clearer the picture of the word SEX became in my mind.

Sex is all about desiring the other soul. The primary reason for getting into a relationship now-a-days is to get laid.Generally, these days sex is nothing but just a "word". There is nothing unethical or wrong with it. It's a common perspective, but in my view, that's not how it is meant to be. The depictions in the art at Khajuraho temple or the meaning of sex in the world's oldest scripts like Kamasutra is not the same as it is predominant in today's world.

I feel sex is a little over-rated, quite similar to marriages. People have got carried away with the act so much that the essence got lost on the way. We even use the terms wrongly. Getting orgasms is usually confused with pleasure. Orgasms, I feel are merely a result of the physical act. Pleasure is related to the feeling. 

Sex has been defined as a language of souls and for souls to interact, desire is the first step. If I do not desire a chocolate, with my mind, body and soul involved, it would never get the pleasure I'm looking for. So if I don't desire him with my mind, body and soul involved, I will never be able to enjoy the whole 'thing'.

Sex is not just a word but a whole world.....a small "L" makes all the difference. A small "l" that gives a start to love and life.....

BONI ka time hai...

I was roaming all around the city clicking pictures. Just as I entered Bapu Bazar, a small kid pulled my dupatta. "Didi ek khilona le lo..." said a tiny voice. I turned back to shoot him off, as we usually do with every beggar, peddler or any such person. However, to my astonishment this kid was too small and too innocent looking to shoot off. "uhh!! theek hai dikha kya h is tokri mein." I told him. The next moment he was ready with descriptions for all those small toys he had in the basket. I picked up a small plastic cycle. "ye kitne ki hai?? aur ye chalti toh h na dhang se?" I inquired softly. He immediately gave me a demo of his valuable product and as a perfect salesman explained me the USP for it. "ye 40 ka hoga didi" he disclosed the price with a sheepish smile on his face. "arre!! ye toh bahut jyada bol raha h...thoda kam kar...tees kar de" I started negotiating as an intelligent buyer. "didi 35 de do...boni ka time hai..." He quoted his price. I took the toy and kept it inside my bag. I took out my wallet and searched for 10 rupee notes and a rare thing - a 5 rupee coin, which I eventually could not find. So, I gave him 30 bucks and settled the account saying. "30 hi bante hain." He gracefully accepted the amount and picked up the basket. As he placed it on his head, I noticed the satisfaction he got by selling that small toy. I at once felt a jerk. I compared his situation with mine and felt happiness and grief at the same time. I took out a 10 rupee note and handed it over to the kid. The satisfaction on his face turned into a moment of happiness. He was not just happy but overjoyed and I felt satisfaction there. I had made someone smile today. The next act I did was to capture that wonderful moment in my memory and my camera forever!

The Unseen Power...

IT was a cloudy may morning. I was lying asleep on my bed. My mother came up to me. She woke me up to get ready for the school. I could feel the warmth of her affection. Softly she pulled the quilt down and took me in her lap. I was still sleepy but she managed to get me out of the bed and wrapping me up in her hands, she took me out in our balcony. She then made me sit on a knitted swing that hanged up on a hook there. My eyes were closed but I could feel the sunlight. As I opened my eyes a little, I could notice the sky full of clouds, where slowly sun was rising above the horizon. It would have been around six in the morning. All the houses in my vision were still wet. “May be it would have rained all night!” I was imagining various things all by my self when something touched my lips. It was the glass of milk, my mother had brought for me to drink. It began to drizzle by then. I started taking small sips. When my mother noticed that I was almost awake, she told me to hold the glass and finish the milk while she did all other preparations. However, to her shock I was shivering. Earlier she associated it with the cold weather, though few seconds later she noticed froth all around my mouth. She screamed and called my dad. She was really scared. I was just 8 then.

My dad took me in his lap and headed towards the door. He told my mother not to worry and took me to a doctor who lived few houses away from ours. My chacha accompanied us. There, after the check up, doctor injected some medicine and made an assumption that a worm has entered my brain. He then suggested my dad to head towards the hospital.

He took me back to our home to fetch his bike. But when we reached home, he realized that his bike was at a friend’s place. Uncle’s house was at the extreme corner of the street we lived at. He then went to pick the bike but all in vein. It had started raining heavily by then and as obvious, it was impossible to take the bike in such heavy rain especially when our street was overflowing with water, which could almost reach his knees. He had no option but to take me back home. I lied in bed with fever and my mother sitting beside me with tears in her eyes, worry on her face, and one hand over my head consoling me and with the other, she held my hand.

Later that day I went for a city scan with dad. Obviously a lot of anxious moments were spent before the reports arrived. Nevertheless, the reports were a relief. After the reports came, the doctor told my dad that the worm had formed a cyst in a tiny portion of my brain. However, he assured my dad that everything was normal. Firstly, the cyst was very small. Secondly, though it was a rare case, but the cyst had formed on an outer part that could not affect my brain and harm me in anyway.

My medication began and it took 3 long years for it to end. Meanwhile I went through few EEGs as well. Nevertheless, not only the cyst completely disappeared, but also doctors were amazed to see that I was completely all right!

Another case when something unusual happened in our life and things were all good in the end was the birth of my younger brother. At the time of my younger brother’s birth, my mother was supposed to go through a cesarean section surgery as she had a problem of abnormally placed placenta. The baby was heavy and we were all worried thinking of her complications.

Then, one morning during the eighth month of her pregnancy, she was doing some work in kitchen. There was some water split on the floor and completely unaware she slipped on it. She fell both legs apart and we rushed her to the doctor. To our amazement the gynecologist was smiling and she said “it is no less than a miracle. Her placenta has shifted to its normal place. She’ll have a normal delivery.” As the doctor had said she had a healthy and normal baby. In fact he is the youngest and most pampered of us all.

Today eight years have passed to that incident. Indeed there have been many such cases when I or any other member of our family has survived without major losses as such.

We always hear that god is there for us. At that time my parents were “GOD IN DISGUISE” for me. In every phase of our life god keeps helping us in some or the other to make us realize his/her presence. Everybody has there own image of a god. I don’t have any image in particular though I firmly believe that there is some energy that controls everything and keeps helping us in the form of boons and blessings in disguise....

say hello!!

hey folks m completely new to dis blogging culture!!! i strained myself....banged my head twice...n still cud t find a good post to start with...so i decided to begin with my intro...n here i m...!! i dnt like describing myself a lot cuz i beliv ppl knw me btr dan i do....so thts me!!
nw it's 3 a.m. in mrng n i'm feeling dammm too sleepy so i'm gonna sign off nw!! good night shabbakher....milte h kal...isi jagah kisi aur waqt!! take care!! :)