Hopeless and plagued

I have been hopeless many a times now,

I feel I'm sinking to the bottom of a vast entity!

I have been ruthless to myself and mine,

Defeating moments of happiness!

I feel like stabbing my own heart,

waking up to what my mind broods!

Selfishly threading a boggling past,

I strike at people's pride!

The pride that's me and only me,

I make them break and shake a sigh!

Oh, I've prayed and swayed,

but, I come back to this trap!

An anger which caught webbed,

returns back again to hate!

I quack, I sack with dismay,

my own heart, my own part!

Oh God! Be with me to forget and forgive!

For I can't take anymore this plague I pass!

PUNCHLINERS

Do not go where the path leads, rather, go where there is no path and leave a trail!


The past needs to move on to make way to the unknown future. But, that is when explorations happen!

I loose my heart everyday :( ...................God's given me a man who wins it everyday :)

The journey of discovering ourselves in each other!

Destiny is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice; it is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved !

The Present is the KEY to FREEDOM. We LIVE in the NOW !!! Practice it and live life to the fullest :)

Ecstasy at “Mini Sea Shore”

I came for you and only you,

You drag me at times and call me at times,

I get drawn with blissful reminders,

How we met, the moments we got wet!

You colour my life with delight and

Make me vouch for your sight!

I switch off my life to be with you,

Drown my thoughts to ride with you!

The moment of truth, life’s bountiful proof,

You make me live life in a happy loop!

You look at me with rapturous halts,

And that’s when I jump with inspired jolts!

Ecstasy at “Mini Sea Shore”

Rejuvenates my senses without doubt!

You may know not who this is, but you got to know,

It’s a chuski, a kala-khatta with lime as tops!  

RECIPE:- Crushed ice made into a gola. Insert a candy stick into it to hold. Pour a flavour of your choice on the gola. Cola, Mango, grapes, orange, rose, kala-khatta or any other. You can add some kala-namak, pepper, lime for the Masala. Now take halted chuski sips. It’s a summer’s treat to quench your thirst for coolness! 

A funny today

I had a really funny day today, something got stolen from my house and I hope it comes back...it was a gift from one of life's best couple!!!Praying to god as I write further.......


Today, was a funny day!
my moods went upstream,
then downstream and 
then floated away...to repeat.....


Morning came with a bolt, a precious something got stolen!
It made me fume, it made me act, it made me go in search for that!
That thing made me consume time, submerge myself into a infinite rhyme!
A rhyme to find out if it still lays unseen, somewhere layered to make a miss!


Afternoon, I decided to forget it all, or I would have fallen into its trap 'O' maul!
I lived another life, I walked another world, I watched a movie and made it live!
Two hours of greet with characters upbeat, made me climb to my moods sublime!
I then  made a Que for books so bright, they make you glued to where you sit tight!


Evening, brought in memories of the lost, my precious got stolen, O I sigh!
I thought of God, the person who might know the truth behind the unknown fact!
Oh, I'm sure so much that more, I knew who might have taken it to darken my light!
I hope it comes back where it belongs for it was a gift from life's chosen knights!

The age of turbulence - Brief Insights into our own Indian marriage

13 on my fathers side and 6 on my mothers side together takes the count to 19! With a lifted
nose and broadened shoulder bones I start taking the long count of my neice and nephews from these 19 cousins I own. Spread across several lanes and by-lanes of the world, I still know very less about are these finely woven family threads. The charm of facebook has been maintaining our networking levels too. A few of us do call each other occasionally to know more than what we know already from the posts, updates and tags.

I take the liberty to say that one of the best things to happen in our life, is the marraige which we attended of each other's. The fun we had then knows no bounds. It brought us closer like never before but, sadly also took us away from each other like never before. Now, busier than never before, and with all in our generation tied up, we fail to find reasons to club along. We try to find an opportunity for a re-union but, it never seems to come along.

Our own Indian marraige was kind enough to show us days of such free spirit and joy. Every marraige we had in our family has become life's celebrated moments captured in our minds and hearts forever and ever.  

Taking from here, have I been thinking, noticing, gazing, hearing and listening about "Our own Indian marraige". The contemporary route it has paved for itself, by still staying rooted to its magnificent larger than life image is quite amazing. What I briefly picked up to share with you is just one element of this big affair. The element which today seems to be going through the "age of turbulence". The element which over many generations has proudly claimed to have sole ownership of the "Y Chromosome", tagged to be 'the bread winner of the family'. We call him the Man, the masculine of its kind. Being a non-feminist, I always look gently on the other side too. And what I found was that our men are going through the "age of turbulence".They are all the more confused, stressed, undecided, reeling under extreme pressure. Today, as we Indian woman take a stand at every point of our life with a bolder outook like never before, our men stand baffled. Girls at a very young age seem to be putting their mind at work on relationships. The heart seems to have taken a back seat. The emotional quotient in a relationship seems to be of less priority with girls who are demanding a relationship which has a more practical clarity in understanding each others needs and values. The Indian men who knew their mothers as the giver of their life are having issues understanding this woman of his life who takes and gives. Men at work are more dumbfound with woman co-workers and leaders taking over their chances. This is what modern India looks like at this point, a phase in time which is watching the "Rise and rule of estrogen" as my husband terms it.

Our own Indian marraige has come to become innovatively experimental. The game seems more interesting. The dices seems to have changed shapes and numbers. The snakes are plenty, the ladders less. Indian men are still working on coming to terms with the emergence of this modern Indian woman. They are falling back on their momories of childhood, comparing, relating and wondering of what they knew of the woman they owned then in their mothers and stand all the more flusterred. There are no rules! That's today's Indian marraige! The Indian marraige is gradually breaking the age old tag of institution and principles to take new dimensions. But, what stands unsettled is our men. But, I suppose they are going to take time.
The war of the sexes seem to be gushed up on one side as of now and it will take time for men to unite their understanding for it. Meanwhile, I suppose some of us woman should not be using our reins but,just hold it. It was always meant to be in our hands, it has always been in our hands. The world has always come to give both the sexes our equality. We unite in each other to take the form of oneness. We are inseparable, merged into each other. Only a tandava by a man can evoke a lasya in a woman and vice versa. The cosmic energies come together to be the most positive whenever this happens. Here is something I came through some time back. It's worth reading -

“Agnishomatmakam jagat (अग्‍निषोमात्‍मकं जगत्‌)” is a quote from the Shrutis (Vedas). Fire (agni) is the male principle and is present in the menstrual flow of the female. The moon (soma) is the feminine principle and is present in the sperm of the male. Desire (kama) is the force binding the two. These two principles get attracted to one another due to desire. Philosophy too elucidates the same tenet. When Shiva gets associated with Divine Energy (Shakti) He becomes active. In the non-duality (advait) described in the holy text of Shivagam, Divine Energy (Shakti), that is the Great Illusion (Maya) is not renounced but is considered as the Energy of Brahman (Brahmashakti). The permanent union of Shiva and Shakti is considered as non-duality. Hemadri has described how this half-feminine (ardhanari) form is to be created in the text Chaturvargachintamani. According to him - the right half of Shiva should be that of a woman.’ In this form the potential of the feminine as well as the masculine principle is equal; hence it is described as ‘Shaktyasahitaha Shambuhu (शक्‍त्‍यासहित: शंभु: ।)' meaning The Lord Shambhu (Shiva) along with Divine Energy (Shakti).

I would conclude with a old saying "Men are the Kings who rule our minds and we are the queens who rule their hearts". Changing this seems too uncool to me.

(Just tried sketching the expressions of the eyes when performing the tandava and the lasya. Tandava is more vigorous in nature. Lasya is more graceful and gentle.)

I love you

You sparked up my life like never before, when I had been so low like never before,

You came to me, you touched my heart, You made me sing.. songs of life,

I loved you then, I love you now, Just that I never told you time around!

Ohhh..Ohhh…Ohhhh..hhhmmmmmm…hmmmmm…OhhhhhhhhhhooooOOOO

I want to know if you felt the same, the touch of breeze makes me lame,

I’ll come to you , you own my heart, you made my life kick start,

You let me go to pave my path  & define what is life’s better choice!

Ohhh..Ohhh…Ohhhh..mmmmmm…mmmmm…OhhhhhhhhhhooooOOOO

Breaking away from you

Here we break or make up for take,
there you go again  for the stake.
Muffled up I stand, with friends and folks,
Telling me to break-away for my own sake.


Lingering on with dew that wakes,
trembling my lips do shake.
Taking you away with sighs, I break,
the gates of hate I built thou late.


I pull down the drapes for a crying bait,
what comes to mind is the lovely bays.
Dreaming together were days of shiny hay,
we rolled and strolled our ways those days.


Here I scale my thought of fake,
gone are you with your fate.
I do.
Yes, I make my days grate away with you, unbinding mate.















  

The Rise of the DINKs

Indian pockets are getting heavier as the potential job markets grow favorably. We stand poised as one of the most sought out economies in the world and with a tempting currency value too! The tier 2 cities and towns are increasingly opted by young couples who find it more easier to plan their finances there. Our NRI brothers and sisters are slowly planning their big return to homeland. There seems to be a lot of excitement, anticipation and anxiousness around with India shining and gleaming like the star of wonder!


This lucarative phase of our country has also brought in a new cult or social sect called the DINKs! We have heard about them in the first world countries, but there potential in India has been steadily increasing. DINKs stand for Double income No kids. There is an extension to it as well which is DINKER. An addition of early retirement which makes you relax, sit back and flash it on the bygone era. The synergy of two incomes scoops up life certainly and with it an extension of no kids zone makes the DINK a DINK!


Angelina Jolie says "Everything in life is to do with Parenthood!" I say "Water"!!! Perceptions differ and DINKs have their own way too!


I have met lots of young professionals who liked what they were earning and were satisfied
with their single status. Their individual corporate income made them do some very interesting
stuff. The word of responsibility or commitment made them terrifyingly yawn. However, 
recently I have heard of so many DINK couples and thats what made me think, read and now 
write about them. 


DINKs are extravagantly inclined to the lavishness of the world and they come up with these unlimited wants which never seem to limit itself. The urge to own the sophistication makes them catch up with their lifestyle. Well, as it always happens we all talk about the pluses and minuses here too. Make aims, fulfil them. Dream holiday destinations, unravel them. Chase a Beetle, Buzz up. Create a studio, build it. A DINKy, I suppose believes that fantasies come true, but so do people like me. The difference, DINKs I suppose rigorously work towards it. Moreover, they make pacts with themselves on a childfree life. I wanted nothing but, to have one. However, as I mentioned earlier, perceptions differ and so do wants and needs. 


This new cult in the Indian society is surely here to raise some voices and shutter some eye lids. But, its here to stay and make its way across our society where a woman is labeled complete when she bears a child. On a personal level, I just feel "India is a democratic country. All Indians are my brothers and sisters." Well, so should we hope for some fall in population 
level? Will, we have some courageous adoptions by some satisfied DINKs in future? Will 
the female infancy ratio fall and fall? Will my son get a good bride? These are questions which
we will have answers someday like any other grilling development question. Meanwhile, The 
rise of the DINKs is inevitable. 

TRY

Pricking are days hereby, 
glances of hatred weigh high,
Ticking away the clock sways, O my!


Reasoning on days I do cry,
It is sighs which ties,
Me to the burning lies!


Time just flies,
joy just dies,
buckling me to a ongoing try!

The other side of truth

A coin tossed in the air
makes way for a way
a way for truth, a way for life!


The sides speak, the sides peek
As it rises, falls and slides
A moment of life, a moment of right!


A wish clear, a wish tear
gives the perfect story
the win of a bitch, takes the sin of a cliche!


The dawn of a start and dusk of a light
continues the saga of twilight 
the bling blinks and wing winks!


The coin lands with uncertain pranks
there is truth without a bruise
But, where is the other side of truth?

The undying sky, the blue of drops & green of wise

Wandering away lame, with clueless fame,

is a burning heart which never tames,

times of bordering games!

Lacking life of timeless chains,

going about a undeserving bane,

is a heart of true aims!

Unbinding ties & unwanted vain,

makes a world of cherished lies,

where people make their buys!

I didn't know this rule of hype,

which makes life rock,

for the hauling hogs!

I still see the undying sky,

the blue of drops,

the green of wise,

it makes me go on to rise,

a toast for the lovely sight!!!


An ode to our unselfish Nature which keeps us going and helps us discover the real meaning of life!!