Stepping into 2009

Today, when I am thinking as to what to wear for the new year bash , I zero down upon the same skirt that I wore last year. And the year reflects by.

I remembered the exact post “Miracle” I wrote and the forecast that Me and My GOD would have a brilliant year. Well, I can definitely take up astrology , considering this case.

I read all my posts. Honestly, right at this moment writing them seem to be a great idea since it is acting as a catalyst in reflecting the bygone year. Today I could go on with the post. But I am being gutsy and honest here and reflecting my year, which I claimed would be a cloud-9 year.

1. I read all my posts, and I realized lately I have come up with “CRAP”. My earlier posts seem to be coming straight from the heart, and quite a few recent ones seem like show-off. (I guess the self-obsession, got to my head). “One day, your life will flash in front of your eyes... Make it worth watching.” This was my first quote on blogosphere. This year is definitely worth watching. Partly coz of the things I made an effort to do and partly because My GOD was determined to make it worth it. I made new and definitely long lasting friends. My workplace seems like heaven. I have had super fun this year. Did a lot of dancing. Read quite a few books (which includes 3 MnB’s.. Snort) Although I slipped a bit, but stuck to blogging(its fun to write). Went out for trips. My emotions stuck to the upper level for most part of the year.

2. “Faith is to believe what you do not see; the reward of this faith is to see what you believe." - I used this in “Miracle”. My faith paid off its dividends heavily even in the time of recession. (Its better to rely on faith than on money... lol) I believed in getting what I wanted. I got all that I deserved. I believed I would find someone who will love me profusely. I met NISHIT. I believed my job is going to be the best so far. I got great work, amazing collegues, superb manager and awesome friends at work. I believed I am going to put on weight at wrong places. The tyre is bloating by the day. (never think negative… lol). I believed I would have great hair days. For most part of the year, it was so. I guess, that’s end of bragging. (TOUCHWOOD). In case of SHAHID KAPUR no help with faith, haven’t met him yet. (But I fell in love with even better – NISHIT.. so I guess that balances itself) 3. “With dreams begin responsibilities” – This one is the toughest. It takes more than just dedication or motivation, it needs discipline. I am barely 25% ahead than what I was. I dreamt of flattening the tyre. I woke up and ran a few days, rested another more days. Doesn’t work, the tyre is bloating. I dreamt of completing my certifications. Made it through one. Still 2 to go, friends are still trying to motivate me (Thanks Sharad and Roshni). I dreamt of eating timely. Bingo, I kinda achieved this. Tuned my body to get hungry at right times. I dreamt of learning and giving my best to work. Bulls-eye.

4. “Lost Touch” – Made quite an effort this year to stay in touch. Simple “hi’s”, forwards, wishing on birthdays’ (though I missed quite a few). But definitely took steps in this direction. No point, most of them don’t bother to keep in touch. But alas, the GREAT ME, still tries. (Self-obsessed) . But my closer friends complain that I am not in touch enough. (True maybe)

5. “My Crushathon” – found 4 TCG’s (THE CUTE GUY). Beat that, 4 in one year. Hurray!!! 3 in office, (yeah my workplace rocks) and 1 cutest – NISHIT. But haven’t done anything foolish for any of the 3. I guess MATURE RAJI. (rather fattu RAJI and not-nemore-single RAJI).

6. “My DEVIL” – She has been in coma for most part of the year. Although, I am yet searching for the vaccination. She did strike hard a couple of times. Disheveled me, but got back on track. Thanks to MY GOD.

8. “Day Dreams” – The time I spend on day dreaming has reduced exponentially. I guess 2 things played the part, 1. MATURE RAJI and 2. Quite a few of my dreams got fulfilled and I got busy trying to fulfill the others.

9. "Mathslexia" - It still gets to my nerves. See I jumped striaght from 6 to 8, missed point number 7. Damn this MATHS. lol.

I am carrying forward the dream of a flat tyre. And the deadline to reach the half of it is feb 20.

I am carrying forward the dream of completing my certification. And the deadline is feb 20.

New year and I have new dreams.

Few in rhythm with the fact that I am stepping into wedlock.

Few related to finances this year. Hopefully I will fair better than the people running the banks in America.

That’s the gist of it.

Cheers to 2008!!! Welcome 2009!!! (lights, camera , action!!!)

Be always at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let each new year find you a better man. ~Benjamin Franklin

Cheers to a new year and another chance for us to get it right. ~Oprah Winfrey

Drop the last year into the silent limbo of the past. Let it go, for it was imperfect, and thank God that it can go. ~Brooks Atkinson

My First Feeling of LOVE

Woke up to the rays of the sun;

Bubbling inside with an anxious emotion.

An unknown feeling rising within;

I was nervous of what was coming.

I had heard people call it love.

It made me crazy by the day ;

Sometimes sad and sometimes gay.

The world started to look different .

I was looking like my new version.

These were the signs of love.

The wind flew like before;

The sun still shone to the core.

Didn’t feel like violins were played;

In the same way the breeze still swayed.

Did it really feel like love?

But I tossed and turned in my sleep;

At times all I wanted to do was; weep.

The next moment I burst out laughing.

Sometimes it was anger; solace I found in yelling.

These symptoms definitely meant love.

Havoc; it was with my hormones.

Crazy; it was with my mind.

Different; I was physically.

Confused; I was totally.

I had to confirm if it was love.

I rushed to my mom; my friend;

Narrated all the incidents;

She looked at me and beamed.

Is it love; I screamed.

Was it love?

She took me in her cover;

The answer I was ready to discover.

What I heard; shocked me.

Love it was not; she told me.

It was just PMS; PMS and not love.

That my friends was : My first Feeling of PMS.
P.s : PMS - Pre Menstruaal Syndrome.. lol

Dance-o-mania

Get together a bunch of dance-crazy people, a dance guru, weekends and a wedding sangeet. Tadaaaa!!! You can smell chaos in the breeze.
It starts with one of us getting ready to spend their parents’ hard earned money (I mean ready to get married). And we done our dancing shoes, gear up and lo and behold, there we are all ready to set the stage on fire.
Ok..maybe ..not that ready… The irreplaceable dance guru, “The Akash”, enters and now we are ready. Totally. Period.

One classically trained guru.
A bunch of jumpy kids, who can wriggle in the music in pubs. Basically those people who put their hands in the air and can sway with music. Left Right Left. (They think they are the best dancers in the world… Self obsessed…) And the training commences.

Akash goes , 1 2 3 4. We follow 1 2 3 4.
But wait a minute, from a third persons perspective it seems like he did 1 2 3 4 and we followed 4 3 2 1.
Just for the sake of analogy, he starts to teach “paneer butter masala” and we end up cooking “paneer tikka masala”. There is a definite similarity but hell its not the same.

When “The Akash” is doing a step, he brings it to life. When we do that same step, we kinda send it to coma. We are definitely good, we try not to kill it. At least “The Akash” appreciates our efforts.( He has no other choice)

The 1 2 3 4’s stretch long into the nights. Along with the counting and the song, the distinct noises are “aah…” , “ooh” , “ouch”. All the lazy limbs and muscles stretch to their peak during the dance-o-mania times. In all we definitely loose a couple of kilos (not individually..but in total)

Then comes the finale. The moment to bring the stage alive. The rock performers in all of us awaken and we put up quite a show. We definitely raise the TRP of the sangeet. The crowd breaks into applause. The cheering results in our self-obsession rising up to the peak.

“The Akash” stands there his heart overwhelemed, clapping away incessantly. Thinking “This was not what I taught them.”
Well I did mention, we end up cooking paneer tikka masala. But the point is the crowd does not know that it was supposed to be paneer butter masala in the first place. Lol.

The crux is that we have fun. Those weekends, have live energy in the air. The house comes alive. Dance and music do it. They bring out the best in us. We loose ourselves. There are no other thoughts lingering.
For those hours the mind is free of any worries.
It has to be, you need all the concentration in the universe, to do a step that remotely looks like "The Akash’s" step. Lol.

There are short-cuts to happiness, and dancing is one of them. ~Vicki Baum
To dance is to be out of yourself. Larger, more beautiful, more powerful. ~Agnes De Mille
We're fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance.

Meter-o-logy

Just imagine if were born with the following measuring instruments kinda things suck to the forehead or any other body part.
((These are the definition given in Raji’s dictionary)

Feel-o-meter: An instrument for measuring, how what you are really feeling for the person you are talking to.

The units: Love, like, buzz-off, i-so-wanna-kill-you, neutral, added-to-my-crush-list, lusting-you, respect, impressed.

The meter flashes the words on the forehead. This can be a great energy saver and could very much make the heavens crowded. People would not lie and will not have to pretend about what they feel about each other. This could really spell Disaster too.

Jerk-o-meter: An instrument that displays the percentage of jerkiness running within you. The synonym for this is: ass-hole-o-meter.

Pleasure-o-meter: An instrument for measuring how satisfied you are after you-know-what ;). Displays only after the act is over. Lol

Units: Satisfied, want-more, Duh!! , i-will-have-to-do-it-myself, ecstatic.

Can kinda be a revelation! You are feeling like ohh-wow and you look at your partner and the meter flashes “Duh..” Freaky huh! Maybe it will affect the egos a lot and people might take efforts and not be complacent. It might save a few relations ;)

Look-o-meter: An instrument that displays what you feel, when somebody asks “How is this or How do I Look”. It also has a detector that displays what you feel when you are giving a false compliment.

Units: Hot, gorgeous, eeks, horrible,,, (you know the words)

Frustrate-o-meter: An instrument that display your level of frustration.

Units: range from 0 to back-off.

Will save a lot of energy, expended during shouting at others. And others would know what to expect.

Cheat-o-meter: An instrument that displays when one is cheating on their partner. Units: Simple flashes a red light. It would be quite a scene to see people walking around with a bright red light flashing. Haa!!!

Single-o-meter: An instrument that displays the current status.

Units: Single, Committed

Will preserve a lot of energy expended by people devising plan to hook up with someone, finally coming to know that they are committed. Will save quite a few heartbreaks. And might put the cheat-o-meter out of use.

If GOD reads, and SHE likes my design, maybe someday kids will be born with similar meters. (I personally recommend Pleasure-o-meter and feel-o-meter) Imagining it in reality, I am not sure how much fun it would be or will it spell disaster. But since it’s a fragment of my imagination, sounds kinda cool. (maybe my imagination sounds dumb...but I am loving it)

There is an inverse relationship between how good something is for you, and how much fun it is.

Tashan

Tashan for me is personified by:

Anshu Mordia:
For a bony geeky kid (any guesses who??.. Bingo..thats me), Anshu Mordia was Tashan personified. I studied in one of the most happening schools in my town. People came in their BEST. Among the entire population around me, that female left a mark on my mind and on my tastes. Me and Neha, her younger sis, used to sit around her all the time when she got up to get ready. Anshu Mordia getting ready created the same kind of sparks that a festivity would create in the house. Like a festival involves everybody in the house, her me-getting-ready time was an involvement for everyone. But what an end result! Breath taking to be precise.
Her taste for everything was absolutely perfect, magnificent and eye catching. Her style and taste are deeply etched into my mind. Although I am one of those lazy people who can never take an extra effort for style and I drift more towards tom boyishness, but I know I have taste and that too a good one. Thanks to Anshu.

Pashmin Shah:
Tashan at its very best. Well another sister, of my best friend Sejal (I guess I have a thing for elder sisters). This women’s got class and she has that whacky touch to her. For me she reflects the girl who can be as sporty as she wants and as serene as she desires. A girl with ambition , dreams and energy. She radiates energy. She has innate style.

These two women I salute, not for the clothes they wear or their tastes. But, for the confidence that is apparent.
I may not know these people as a good friend would do. But they both live life like they have always wanted. Women, who have a mind of their own. A strength they exude which is amiss in most of the women.
They are the powerful women for me.
They are women who know how to LIVE life. Independence being a primary ethos.
Women who can be great daughters, marvelous sisters, maintain all relations without compromising on their desires.
Women, who are fun.

They are the women, who live life QUEEN Size.

Well the whole post may portray them as old women, naah naah… girls my age.
And total sweethearts.

Being a lady is an attitude. ~Chuck Woolery, Love Connection

MathsLexia...

Once upon a time every child that was born was to be sent to a kingdom called “Studies”.
The truth being that the parents were given an irresistible offer of a healthy life after the visit to Studies.

So, a petite child of 3 yrs, Raji, was sent away everyday to “Studies”. But the kingdom had an underlying rule. Every person who came to Studies had to visit every princely state under its jurisdiction.

So, Raji first walked into the state named “English”. She immediately fell in love with the people there. There were only 26 people. They all mingled with each other to form different groups. Those 26 people immediately registered in Raji’s mind, so she never had a problem understanding what each group meant. All the 26 people pampered Raji. They followed only two traditions, “Grammar” and “Vocabulary”. Which she started to understand well.

One windy afternoon Raji was summoned to visit a far princely state called “MathsLand”. Excited about getting to know more people and traditions she packed her bag and marched into MathsLand. For the first time she was excited because there she met only ten people. Funny people they were, as they spoke a language other than that from in English. But being a dedicated girl she tried to understand their language. During her first visits she was introduced to only 4 customs, addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. She happily learnt about them.

But the truth was however hard she tried; she could not comprehend their language.
She smelled trouble one fine day. A new clan of 9 people had come to live in Mathsland. The trouble was they looked exactly the same as the original 9 people but had exactly opposite traits. She kept getting confused as to who was who The clan called itself “negative numbers”. They spoke a slightly different language than the positive clan. This was when Raji realized that it was going to spell doom for her.

The inclusion of the new people led to many changes in the 4 traditions to accommodate the traits of negative clan. Raji was left dumbfounded. She began attending carefully all the traditions. But when people of the opposite clan came together in one, she started getting confused. That was the start of Raji’s woes in Mathsland.

The “numbers”, as the people fondly called themselves, believed in innovation. Raji found it difficult to keep up with them. They kept introducing her to new clans. She met clan called brackets.

The different clans led to casteism. In order to survive she had to keep in mind the order of importance of every caste before performing any tradition. Brackets enjoyed the highest priority. Gradually Raji started loosing interest.
Visitng English land was her get away to happiness. But she had to keep coming back to Mathsland.

Every time she revisited they would have introduced another new custom, which she had to adhere too. She had to follow algebra, arithmetic, and geometry. She believed in Geometry a lot. But all other customs were imposed upon her. Arithmacy was the worse. It had too many rituals that she could not comprehend. Speed, time, distance, work, people, percentage etc.
Sobbing in her bed, she decided to stop visiting MathsLand. But she was struck with horror when she read the fine print in the pact with Studies, she would never be able to leave Studies till she was aware of all the customs in every princely state.

For 22 years she was tormented, tortured whenever she visited MathsLand. But she dragged along to serve the pact with Studies.
The impact was so horrendous that the petite girl always remained that way. Petite!
The sun rose and happiness bloomed one beautiful morning when the pact was coming to an end.
She had enjoyed her stay in Studies though. Although Mathsland tortured her but all other states treated her with care and love.
She was tempted by an offer from Studies that by serving Studies for another few years she could live a more happy life.
For a few days she gave in to the temptation. But then the fear of MathsLand was so deeply etched in her mind that she never came to terms with extending the pact.

2005 was the end of that pact.
Raji lived happily everafter.

After watching TZP happy realization struck me – I might have (or rather I still possibly) suffer from Mathslexia!!! (yeah! I made up the word)

Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your head. ~Carl Sandburg,

As A Kid...

-- AS A Kid(AAK) I wondered how actors in songs changed into clothes so fast… I believed they had layers of clothes inside and that when they show flowers or scenery is when they change (thank god Raji was not making movies... Imagine the plight of actors…. Layers of clothes!!!)

-- AAK I liked to drape in mum’s saari (now, finding me even in a salwar kurta is difficult). Then I didn’t know how to fold them properly so I would dump them for washing and be happy that mum never found out about my fetish. (But hey she knew about it from saari 1. Good Lord!!! She recently scolded me that I was better a “girl” as a kid rather than now. She left me dumbfounded. Mum’s know everything I guess)

-AAK I was crazy about ice-cream (pretty normal, huh!!). Once we got 2 chocolate family packs (yummy). One was kept for my younger brother and one for me. To avoid any confusion we placed the two packs in such a way that the one on top was mine. Being greedy smarty-pants, I used to eat mine and steal a spoonful from my brothers. Very recently I giggled about this with Vicky (my bro). He laughed his head off. He used to steal from mine, gobble up a lot from his and then exchange it with mine when mine was more. (What a rip off!!! That 9-yr-younger turned out smarter)

-- AAK summers were not really on my favorite list (even after a decade it has not made way into my list). I had a deep found liking for academics (after a decade this liking promptly walked out on me… ditcher!!!). So, during study times if the electricity decided to vanish, and the temperatures began to sore, I would walk into the bathroom with my books and a chair. Fill the tub (not a bath tub per say, the wide buckets would be precise) with water and sit inside it. Raise my legs on to the chair and hold the book in my hand. That way I could beat the heat and study coolly. (As a grown up, if I had held on to half the dedication I probably would have been…. (well…no clue what)) lol.

-- AAK I kinda walked on the paths of Sweety from Hum Paanch (she used to sing before opening doors). The moment the bell rang I would crawl under the bed in the hall and keep hoping to have guests (I loved guests then… weird weird). When my wish was granted I would creep in and tickle the feet of whoever it was. Whoa!!! They would be scared to their wits ends!!! And jump of the bed. Lol. I would be in splits. My mum joined me in my prank, but only when relatives or close friends visited. It was quite a treat for me. But had to give it up soon as everybody got used to it. As they say, “khushiyan do pal ki mehman hai” (drama queen)

-- AAK I had a wild beast taking care of me. Well it was a maid my mum had hired. Creeps!!! I was one scared child then. She used to tie me up and put soap in my eyes. She used to drop me in the water drum, when it had water left till my waist, She never drowned me though, how lucky could I be!!! All this torture if I negated to have food. (How about making Psycho Part 3???). I was blackmailed at such a ripe age that if I told mum she would again put me in the drum. Yeah, I know, had I told mum she would have fired her. But I guess my common sense had drowned in the drum (I never got it back…) then one day, her marriage was fixed and she left. How I love marriages since a child!!! Lol. Later, I revealed all the dark things and mum was shocked. Since then, no maids in our house. Hurray!!!

-- AAK I was scared to tears by the sound of the pressure cooker (What a Phattu Girl). The instant the realization striked that the cooker was on its way to whistle, I used to run out of the house and wouldn’t come back till it was done. The fear moved on I must confess. But I still ponder why did a whistle spook me?

-- AAK I hated to wear pants or shorts (have you anything else in your wardrobe anymore, girl?). Once while visiting my aunt I planned to stay over. As destiny had planned it I was not carrying my cute-girl-dresses. So my aunt dressed me up in my cousins’ shorts and t-shirt. And that day hell broke loose!!! What I pandemonium I created. But my dress was out for washing. I covered up myself in a blanket and wouldn’t come out of it the whole day.!!! Lord I was such a nut!!! (some things I presume...Don’t change…Lol)

There are no seven wonders of the world in the eyes of a child. There are seven million. ~Walt Streightiff

KRA zee zee Y (Crazy)

***Anything For Love***
This is the ultimate example of my love for Shahid Kapur and the heights of imagination.
*** Ready-steady-imagine ***


1. I will enroll into Shaiamak Dawar’s dance classes. Soon. I will be spotted as the “wow” dancer (its just imagination..so do not smirk). One day Shiamak himself will come to the class and spot me (wild wild dreams). Soon I will be among his few lead dancers (along with being employed with my current firm and being paid form both ends.). For, this one particular show, where obviously Shahid dances, we would be the dancers. But as GOD (or maybe I) would want it, the girl supposed to dance with Shahid will sprain her leg (Poor poor her). Then Shiamak would come running to me to take her place, which I would graciously accept as a sincere student and not out of craze for Shahid Kapur ( whom are you kidding girl). The moment we start dancing together Shahid would look into my eyes and fall in love with me as if we were meant to be together, forever. But with the hustle bustle backstage we leave. Unable to stop thinking about me, he checks out my whereabouts with Shiamak(ofcourse).

*** To reach the last scene I have imagined a few ways. The last though remains the same. So, the last scene at the end***

2. Me with a few friends would start our own restaurant business. (at least sounds more reasonable than being the lead in Shaimak’s group). And as destiny would have it, the restaurant would be a hit and visited by the crème-de-la-crème. (shahid obviously falling into that category). Once when he visits Pune, he would decide to come to dine at our restaurant (I am already getting goose bumps.. Shy). As a responsible person (responsible and you?.. hahhahah) I would obviously go to check out if our guest is having a good time and during our formal but pleasant conversation Shahid would be blown over by me (yeah who else… Creep). Unable to stop thinking about me, he would call the restaurant the next day and get my whereabouts.

3. For some weird reason (tell me something I don’t know… you are weird girl), I would move to Bombay (that’s weird coz I am, again, for some weird reason not interested in going to Bombay). Again, for some weird reason my organization would have free memberships for its employees in the Gym, where obviously Shahid works out (now I get the point of all the weird reasons). Hip Hip Hurray! And again for some weird reason we would be at the Gym at the same time. For another weird reason one fine day all the trainers decide to bunk (yeah ..that’s weird too). And me, this innocent novice at workouts, would be wondering what to do, when for some weird reason, Shahid would approach me and help me with working out. Then he obviously would be blown over by me (that’s for obvious reasons… not weird). Then again for some weird reason I move back to Pune the next day. Unable to stop thinking about me, he would check out my whereabouts from the Gym, (which now obviously has my details)

4. (The least my imagination has run is with this). For our organization’s annual day function, the guest of honor would be Shahid Kapur. As the stars(of the sky) would have planned it, I would be nominated for an award, which I would obviously win and would receive from Shahid (eyes rolling). Then we would have a party with all the winners and Shahid (my dil goes mmm). And after having a nice chat, he would (the best part) be blown over by me (blown over by me? it sounds so easy. hahah). . Unable to stop thinking about me, he would call up the organizers the next day and check out my whereabouts.

5. (This one would sound like I have gone bonkers) Shahid has recurring dreams about his last life, where he and his sweetheart were not able to have a life together.(Ye Zaalim duniya ki reet). (that dreams the reason why Kareena and he broke off finally.. yeah.. now we get the reason). In his dreams, the first time he saw his sweetheart would be in a temple (cliché at its best). The girl clad in a blue salwar kurta with the dupatta on her head, heading down from the stairs. He is standing at the foot of the temple. She is walking down the stairs. At God.s will the wind blows and take her dupatta with it. The dupatta lands on him. (Creep. Raji cant get any worse). He turns to look and his eyes rest on her. Its love at first sight. That was the past life. In this life, the girl’s in a blue denim and tshirt, with a scraf on her head (yeah that’s me). The GOD’s will is again at work taking the white scarf with it. Then history repeats and its love at first sight. Plus it is an answer to his dreams. The girl of his dreams (just a little modernized). As I walk past, my office ID card falls off (nothing unusual there... I am that clumsy). . Unable to stop thinking about me, he would call up my firm and check out my whereabouts.

Phew!!! That’s quite a few ways to reach Shahid. I sincerely pray to the Lord that the “Law of Attraction” works.

Last Scene: (Assumption: he knows all about me now)
From then on, everyday that I reach office there is a big bouquet waiting for me, from anonymous (adding the mystery angle to hypothetical scenes... lol). This goes on for a week. Then one Monday morning as I walk towards my work place, I see a lot of people gathered. A crowd, basically. The moment I walk towards the crowd, they make way for me. The whole reception is decorated with flowers. My photos running through all the LCD’s in the reception. As I stand there amazed, Shahid walks towards me (he is wearing the outfit he wore in Mauja Hi Mauja… mush-mush). I am spell bound (obviouslyyyyyyyyy). He walks up to me, bends down and proposes me (even writing this makes me wanna jump up and down……..aaaaaaaaaaa shout). I nod in affirmative. He picks me up and we run away to living happily ever after. (let the lord bless my dreams)

(well I might as well have added this in the “Day Dreams” post. Giggle)

First you build your castles in the air, then you build the foundations under them.” - Henry David Thoreau
(my castle is ready… there is no raw material available to build a foundation beneath this crazy castle.. lol)

Day Dreams

I step out and pull on the robe of anything I want to be.
Painting a picture of all that my heart fantasizes.
I crown myself the beautiful princess in the white robe,
Whom the knight pulls on his horse galloping away to the faraway land.

I put on my dancing shoes with the cute pink dress.
Like a graceful ballerina I dance to my hearts content.
The stage is exuberant with every move I make.
My body swaying to the music like I own the world.

That VJ takes me to the land of MTV or channel V,
Where I am the coolest hippest girl, yapping all the way.
The Miss. India fits me into her flowing gown, where
I am ready with prompt repartee, people applauding for me.
The stunning actress pulls me into the most dramatic scene,
I play the part with panache and drama right away

I paint my own pictures, I sing my own songs
I come back to my world where I am my parent’s princess;
Waiting for my knight in shining armor.
I dance my heart out to all the music that plays.
I yapp away with my friends who believe I am cool.
I try to rack my brains for the wittiest response;
Sometimes its bulls eye sometimes I am such a fool.
The actress in me keeps dramatizing the way I speak,
Sometimes with hands and sometimes it’s the face.

Day dreams, painting 1000 colors with one stroke.
Day dreams, singing the same song with a different tune.
Day dreams, dancing to the same number with different moves.
Day dreams, a playground for the imagination to run wild.
Day dreams, a solace in boring lectures and meetings.

All religions will pass, but this will remain: simply sitting in a chair and looking in the distance. ~V.V. Rozanov

Cheers to LOVE ....

Living in a long distance is not easy for them either. She remains more concerned with the fact that he has to live alone. He, always the shy person. She, a non-stop chatterbox. Both, totally in love with each other.

The distance never got between them. Every now and then he picks up the phone and dials his sweetheart. She follows the ritual too. By the end of the day calling each other at least 10-15 times a day. Phew!!! I guess they are a weird couple. Not the long lasting conversations but the small tit bits. But that is the substitute for not being able to see each other every single day. Let me clear a fact here. Even when they were not distanced they called each other at least 5 times a day. Of all the humongous number of calls that they made, by the time they dozed off at least one “I Love You” has to be exchanged. No exception there.

He suffers form motion sickness to a very large extent. But even when he has a single holiday he rushes where his heart is. Traveling 3 hrs by bus to just watch that gorgeous face. That face which makes his heart still skip a beat. For you and me 3 hrs wouldn’t be a big deal. But when he reaches the doorstep all he does is fall down into the bed and relax. All this for being able to be with her.

It’s a Sunday morning; she as usual wakes up to her morning ablutions and is now in the kitchen preparing a healthy breakfast for her love, who she for some weird reason believes always comes from a place where there is draught. Coz the whole day, if she is not smothering him with love then she is filling him with food. Aaah!!!

The sleepy eyed man wakes up and rushes off to the kitchen, tip toes in there grabs her from behind and pecks her. And what a triumphant look he has in his eyes. Depending on her moods she plays her reaction. On a joyfully naughty mood she will push him aside and will act pricey. With the spoon or knife whichever she holds in her hands she will growl at him and ask him to keep his hands to himself. He being accustomed to this will just pull her towards him once more. She wanting exactly the same. And both burst into a fit of laughter.(What’s so funny I don’t understand.)

The whole day she will fuss about him.

In the evening they just sit besides each other with the cup of tea and watching nothing and everything on TV. Even when that’s all they are doing you could sometimes catch him playing with her hair. Or just curling his finger through her finger. (A plain act which synonyms to their feelings for each other.)

On their anniversary, they still surprise each other. A gift both will never forget. They totally love what the other person gets for them. Although very aware that they get it every time for each other, even then their faces light up when they see the gifts. (Children I tell you!!!)
He still takes her out for dinners (read date). But from the time he moved to a new place she will feed him only home made goodies (I told you she believes he lives in a draught place)

The totally amazing part being they don’t fight. They just don’t fight. The routine complaints of girls “He doesn’t call. He doesn’t message. He doesn’t pay attention”. No Chance. Well he doesn’t give her that opportunity. He loves adoring her. She loves taking care of him. They totally understand each other’s moods. They know when to leave alone or when to give a hug. They respect each other’s individuality and space. And they totally love each other too.

They have been living in a long distance for the past 5 years now. But still going strong. They love each other for the past 26 years. Yes that’s the time they have spent. The romance still steady like a couple just fallen in love.
Cheers to Mom n Dad!!!

I have debates with friends who think that love is crap. Marriage a pain or whatever words they can use it to abuse it.
But I still believe. How couldn’t I? The 2 people who have influenced me the most are so much in love, so romantic. And they never ever fight (that’s something I still don’t get). There is no way I am going to believe those people who haven’t been in love, let alone marriage.

Love you mom n dad.
Kuddos to Love…

True love cannot be found where it truly does not exist, Nor can it be hidden where it truly does.

Mom Me and Milk

Piyu doodh for healthy reason ; Peeyo doodh in every season
Rahego fir fit n fine ; jeeyoge past ninety nine.. doodh doodh..

An awesome number to promote milk. And why not maybe milk is really good for health. I am betting on calcium (My guess)

But in the story of the 3 M’s (Mom me and milk) the song would go this way:
Don’t peeyo doodh to give mamma tension; don’t peeyo doodh till she gives u all the reasons
Mamma ko peeche bhagaao to keep her fit n fine; peeyo only to make mamma smile.. doodh doodh doodh doodh
(ok that’s not a masterpiece at lyrics… so what)

At my place the story of 3M’s was read out every night (mornings used to be hectic...Mom didn’t have the time). It was simple. A glass of milk (made sure that there aint any of the “Malai” thing floating ) in mum’s hand and me refusing to drink it for “n” number of reasons. I eventually did gulp it down my throat. But not once did I drink it without giving my mum reasons to ask GOD “what did I ever do to have a child like this?” But every night she still came back with that Milk and I acted like the most spoilt child (that didn’t need much acting though).

She used to cajole me into drinking it, shout at me, and just stand right in front without saying a word. I used to be so amazed at her patience and perseverance and once I also said “Mom, if I was the mother of such a child I would have turned the glass of milk onto her head.” She stood there furious, and if a look could kill I would be dead then.

I still do it every time I go home. And she still keeps talking me into drinking Milk. My friends say I am a sadist (they too exaggerate).
The truth is that small war we had was fun (maybe I do sound like a sadist). It was a ritual at home. Today when I do the drama she smiles and stands in front of me, knowing what I am up to. But in the past she definitely lost her cool, but never backed off.
I guess that’s being a mother.

I guess, however cliché it might sound, but Mother’s are a masterpiece designed by GOD. I am curious how that new life turns a girl into a person, a perfect person. She has gotto know so much. I believe raising a kid is the job, which requires the most dedication, and one cannot take a break or a vacation from Momhood. Mom’s just do it so well. Every single need she fulfills. Even when we complain, we fight with her, coz we believe she doesn’t understand us. Well we do grow up, we build our own views. And differences do happen. But even today, for me, the most comfort I get is in her lap. I can’t imagine a world without her.
But even today we read the story of Mom, me n Milk whenever I go home.

What I feel for you
How you make me feel
All the bruises that you mend
The way all my emotions you can tell
When you sat by my side all night long
All the little stories that you tell
The patience with which you hear everything I have to say
All the poems you sat and made me learn
Every thing you scold me for
Every thing you appreciate me for
The talks you have with me
All my stupidities that you laugh at
For every time you giggle with me
All the war of words that you stand;
Still not once you judge me,
Realizing that I never mean all that I say.
All the things you stop me from doing
The faith you show in me
The trust you ask me to deserve
All the care in the world that you shower
A kind of love only you can offer
I thank you Maa for making me your world
All the things you do, every word you say
Even if I act ignorant, it means a lot to me.

My mom is a neverending song in my heart of comfort, happiness, and being. I may sometimes forget the words but I always remember the tune. ~Graycie Harmon

...RaJi...

So today I am gonna write (read Boast) about myself. (Hail Raji).
Naah!!! I am too modest to do that (Yaaa right (Snort)… Wake up Sleepy Head)
Just wanted some post to be titled with my name. This was the best opportunity.
Well, coming back to the point.

What’s in a Name???

The whole drama is going to revolve around my name or basically this is a dedication to all those people who have a “Different” (hatke) name.

God definitely didn’t bless me with a face that’s a head turner (now I am doing down right self abashing…Phew) but to make it up my Parents blessed me with an eyebrow raiser name. And the name is Raji… Raji Rajan.(Does James Bond rhyme??? )

Half of the population wonders what my name means.
According to my parents: The one who rules (I loooove the meaning)
According to a website: Originally a short form of any of the various names containing the element raja (king, sovereign), Raji is also bestowed as an independent given name. (Also, it says it’s a girl’s name… Bless You)
According to another website: Name of KING (It’s a male name… Dhishum Dhishum)

In a terse phrase it means ROYAL. (Oooo Lala… )

Every time any body asks me my name and I say Raji the following cases occur:
Case 1: huh?
Case 2: Raised eyebrow
Case 3: Nice Name (a polite way to say that’s different) accompanied by what does it mean.
Case 4: Come again (believing that they misunderstood what I said)
Case 5: Is this your NAME or is it a shorter version of something like RAAJESHWARI.
Case 6: Assume they hear Prachi or Rachi or something that rhymes or some word which fits into their vocabulary.
Non-existent Case: Normal reactions or basically no reactions

And every time someone is writing down my name I have to spell it coz most of the time they fall in Case 6 and would pen down something totally not-my-name.

To make myself clear, I am not cribbing. I love my name. And every different name does trigger a pulse in every person. Coz when one says a name, which fits into people’s vocab it just registers. For an unusual name to register it first triggers a response then it registers. Hurray. (Modest Raji at work) (Psst Psst … A secret... It isn’t that unusual down south)

The name has the following comments attached to it:
1. “Raji” aint a word. It’s just a sound. A weird sound. (Murder Murder Murder)
2. (Beat this) Raji cannot be a name. During your naming ceremony the moment your grand mom was about to say your name she sneezed, Aaachhiii, and your parents mistook it for Raaaji. And hence you are called so. It can’t be a word. (Murder? Naah!!! Too smart)
3. Raji. It feels like I only say half the name. Incomplete type of a word. It feels as though I am saying your name and half way through I lost my voice. (Where the hell do they come with this from… )
4. Raji resulted in a lot of people calling me Bhaaji.
5. Many a times my call letters, or documents have had my gender being mentioned as Male if people haven’t seen me. The client I interact with though I am a male till I corrected her. Rather till she heard my voice.

And Shakespeare asked what’s in a name. There is sooooo much in a name!!! But, only if you have been privileged with a different name. (Ha! )

What's in a name? That which we call a roseBy any other name would smell as sweet.~William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
(couldn’t find a better quote than this)

Lost Touch

They made me smile a lot
On silly jokes we giggled together
Fun and frolic was always our company.
Today they are my distant memories.
I lost touch. I never tried.

School days that we all cherish
Was special coz we all were together
The lunch boxes the games, in heart forever.
Today they are my distant memories
I lost touch. I never tried.

We shared our first brush with love
The first heart breaks, the next crush
Advising each other, when half of the things were unclear
Today they are my distant memories
I lost touch. I never tried.

The growing up is worth cherishing
Coz they gave different colors to my life.
What more could I ask from my college days.
Today they are my distant memories.
I lost touch. I never tried.

We always welcome friends into our life
With a smile and a song in the heart
With promises of friendship forever
Some old friends we stick to,
With new friends making way, we walk away
Never looking back, never trying,
With a bunch of excuses, some become a part of our memories.

When a small hi, a simple good night
Is all that was ever needed.
A birthday wish, a how are you
A call that means hey I remember you.
An sms indicating I still think about you.
How simpler could being friends forever be?

Today they are my distant memories.
I lost touch. I never tried.
I cherish those memories that have made my life colorful.
I will get in touch. I will try to mend.
A few simple things I would do.
Coz friends forever I want to be.

Memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen. ~Edward de Bono

Crush-a-thon ;)

My Teen Crush-a-thon

I assume that every(normal)body has a crushistory. For me every next crush was history repeating itself. He is sooooo cute… that was it. Then drool drool and fir jaao bhool(that sounds cool… lol). Crushing is exuberant fun and super crazy. I had levels of crushing:
Level 1: The moment THE CUTE GUY(TCG) is visible, eyes pop out and face lights up with the 440w smile. The moment out of sight, it’s out of mind. And I don’t know him personally.
Level 2: Finding THE CUTE GUY(TCG) irresistible and devising ways to get to know him, and succeeding in the endeavor. Then every time you bump into each other and he talks, the dil goes mmmmmmm mmmmmmmm mmmmm….
Level 3: Now this is serious business. THE CUTE GUY(TCG) is a friend. Hanging around with him half of the time. To top it, every time he talks, the dil goes dhoom dham dhishum… (mm mmm seems sooo insignificant then)

Well I guess the next level stops being a part of the Crush business it’s taken over by the LOVE department. I am saving it for some later post. Lol.

Some teeny-weeny things, that, I did during my teeny Crushlife. My parents knew every entry in my Crush-List (supportive parents I must say).

- In my college there was TCG, a senior. He was handsome, definitely. Once in lunch break I was raving about him to my friends. And for some silly/weird reason I was walking backwards babbling about TCG. Suddenly a few of my friends started giggling and a few had their eyebrows raised. Before I knew what it was, Dhadaaam!!! I bumped into TCG. Whoa!!!! Sorry’s were exchanged (what a gentleman he was… even he said sorry and asked me if I was hurt (blush blush all the way)). My friends couldn’t hold their laughter (jerks). I couldn’t contain my thrill(Duh). Later, I narrated the whole incident to anyone and everyone who would bother to listen. (May God Bless Me with a few more collisions with TCG…)

- I was lurking around with Neha(me and neha studied in different colleges) on college road (a place) where I happened to spot TCG (another senior). I wouldn’t stop staring (read ogling). He and his friend happened to notice (tumne notice kiya!!! kaafi tej ho.. hahahha). So, now TCG turned his bike and was approaching towards us (my heart beats racing) when he spotted Neha and realized that Neha happened to be his friends sister(Neha’s sis was in my college). He sped away with his bike! Damn!!! Me and Neha were in splits laughing. Plus, we didn’t forget to mention this small incident to her sis. Her sis rewarded me with some snaps of TCG. Bless Her!!!

- My parents were fed up of listening to moments with TCG (a friend in school n college). We used to hang out with the same set of friends. He was playing with a silly stick (the stick of a broom!!!!!!!!!!). Started poking me with it. When I caught it, he snatched it away saying “This is my lucky stick”. A while later he forgot about his lucky charm, which I promptly slid in my bag. I flaunted that prized possession at home and kept it in my cupboard. One fine day I come to my cupboard to see that Mom has cleaned up all the mess. I went bonkers when I couldn’t locate that Lucky-Charm stick. To soothe me, my dad came up and started searching for it. Finally he found it for me and handed it saying “Here. Now keep it safe” (that’s what I call a cool dad). I kept that stick safe for a pretty long time. (That’s how crushy-feely I could get).

- I had the habit of sleeping in the evening and studying at night. My mom made sure nothing disturbs me. One fine evening TCG decides to call me, about whom my mom obviously knows. She actually came to wake me up. When I refused to open my eyes, she said “Look its TCG calling, I don’t want you to have a fit when you wake up and realize that you missed the call” (aint my mom cool too). What an instant awakening it was. Ran to pick up the phone. And what a conversation it was. He had called for no reason (that was the best part). After he hung up I just sat there dreamily. My bro and mum amazed at how silly one could be. Then I promptly got up and penned down the entire conversation onto paper in dialog form (patience huh). I don’t remember the count as to how many times I read that thing (That was the impact a call had on me… Duh Me)

- Now this was really lame of me to do. But I used to give missed calls to TCG. This was way back in junior college. And then I didn’t know the concept of caller id’s (Damn). Now we end up together in senior college and for some weird reason in the same class (which then I though was some sign by GOD… whoa!! ) . He was sitting right behind me in class. The guy sitting beside him decides to bring up the topic of missed calls (I still hate him), and then TCG laughs(devil in disguise) and says “Hey Raji, you used to give me missed calls. Hahahah”. (Help Help Help!!! ). I soooooooooo wanted to disappear(GOD didn’t listen to me then). The look on my face, according to my friend was priceless. It goes down in my list of “The Most Embarrasing Moments”.
- 6 of us friends crushed on the same guy. In junior college the attendance sheet used to be passed. We always made it a point to paint a heart in front of his name. And used to giggle all the time looking at his expression. Hardly did we know that all the guys in the class knew our little secret. Once in senior college I made a friend who happened to know about this. That was when it dawned that it was not we who were laughing at him, but all the guys who were laughing at us. (I guess I have made a fool of me umpteen number of times).

There were loads of other things: hating that girl, with whom TCG spoke often, yapping about the latest TCG to my friends, turning red when TCG complimented (this happened to be a rare phenomena), dealing with a spoilt mood because of some silly reason related to TCG, remembering all the clothes he wore, going nuts when we wore the same shade of clothes (silly silly me)... and a lot more.

It was an amazing thing an amazing feeling. It was super fun too.

The Crushy feeling could be described as:

“I get the best feeling in the world when you say hi to me, or even smile, because I know even if just for a second, I crossed your mind.”

When he's around, my whole body knows it. I'll keep talking and stuff, but my mind will have no idea what I'm saying, I keep wondering if there's a term for this.

Cheers to Crushing!!!

Neha Mordia

For Neha,

Growing up and memories is like diya n baati ( cliché.. but nothing hits better). Everybody has a plethora of growing up memories. Stupidities, crushes, bunking lectures, my-parents-don’t-understand-me tantrums, the realization of the existence of the opposite sex (interesting) , aims which say i-wanna-be-rich-and-famous, bruises, heart breaks, college ,school, play park , bla bla bla , Neha Mordia (my growing up and Neha Mordia are like diya n baati), etc etc etc.

Calling her my best friend would be an understatement of my lifetime.

Always a talkative kid I was, but only with my close ones. She came and she brought out the crazy side of me. As a 12 year old she was a smart and intelligent kid. I was the shy and intelligent kid. Those who know me now might wonder SHY n RAJI… its like saying software and no-bugs together (the software engg in me..damn). I am not taking away any credit from my parents and me and all the other people. But Neha has her part (major part) to play in the person that I am today.
Always an extrovert with no inhibitions. Full of life, ya! that’s Neha. All this dance business that I keep mentioning in every other post of mine, this girl was a dancer right as a child, I had my inhibitions, being with her let me go of all my inhibitions. And that’s why I know today that I love to dance.
I am still way disorganized but if I have even remotely come close to that word its thanks to Neha Mordia.

Well let me introduce Neha Mordia.
Sunshine. That’s one word that comes to my mind when I think of her. One helluva gorgeous female. A true aquarian, she has a charm of her own. And what a blabbermouth we have in her. She can just yapp together for hours at a stretch. She does not only have the power of speech but the power of conversation (ders a difference if u noe). She comes across as this Miss. Attitude and what-does-she-think-of-herself, I know her since 11 years, she is the most fun and down to earth (well not exactly… lol ) girl. Well, if she doesn’t like you then she wouldn’t pretend either. But be ready to be smothered with affection if she has even an insy winsy thing for you. Temper is not her cup of tea, once in a while she might loose it, but most of the times she will not let is out.
A very responsible girl. If she has agreed to do some thing for you then rest assured that it will be done.
Sometimes she is a total tomboy. Sometimes she will want to look like a goddess, well without much effort she manages easily to look like one. At times she will be this philosopher and guide, at times a total brat. Sometimes we have wanted to kill each other at times its Friendship shining all the way. (Psst Psst .. a friend calls her My First Biwi)
Now you might think she is this goody-goody female, hold your breath, she can compete for the Miss. Mean contest if she wants and win it hands down. Lol
Well she has her strings of flaws. But that’s what makes her more special to me. And all my strings of flaws she has always embraced.

These quotes describe her best:

“No matter what the weather, wherever you go, you always bring your own sunshine”.

“Some people grin and bear it; others smile and do it.”

"Loves absolutely everything that ever happens in her life" (Modified version of :Love absolutely everything that ever happens in your life Paul Cantalupo, MD)

Some memories with her:
1. Right after school , after spending the whole day together, chatting on phone for hours.
2. Discussing how some girls act stupid in front of guys (we were equally bad I guess.. hahah.. school times)
3. Comparing how each other faired in exams (healthy competition is it?)
4. Alternately staying at each others place.
5. Covering up each others blunders at home (I did that most for her ;) )
6. Wanting to throw an egg from her top floor house on to the main road (and actually doing it… crazy)
7. Listening to Bye Bye Bye (N Sync) umpteen number of times to get the lyrics right.
8. Ye chand to seedha seedha gol hai (cant explain this.. )
9. Soothing heart breaks (we have a tendency to fall for THE WORNG GUYS... she just got the RIGHT one)
10. SECRETS (we know too much about each other.. )
11. Fights (silly sillier silliest (if these words exist))
12. Genuine comments (no faking)
13. Egg roll, Aalu paratha, mango milk shake, dosa, fish. (I guess these are memories with each others mums… hahah)

(I am ending up having lists in most of my posts. But kya kare, life hai hi mast. )

A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart … and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words
(That’s Neha Mordia for me.)

With Love,
...RaJi...

Package Deal :) :) :) :) :) :)

(Dedicated to my wonderful Roomies : Aditi , Khushi, Prachi, Pinky, Renu, Sonica)

Anybody who has bonded with their roomies will know why this is such a big deal. Why the name “Package Deal”? Roommates and Package Deal kinda resonates for me. Coz having a roommate is not about having just a friend, or a foe or just another human being. It’s about sharing a million relations in 1000 sq feet rented apartment (the funny me!!!… Ok... I know, it didn’t tickle your bone)

I landed with the best deal.

Sharing that space is one helluva experience for me because:

1. Foremost, sharing physical space with the unknown.
2. Breaking the ice. (Need to keep smiling and bring up small talks… it works)
3. Arriving at a consensus as to how to live. (sounds far fetched.. but yes.. there r a lot of things to decide)
4. Rating everybody on my Like-o-meter. (the ratings keep fluctuating with every incident)
5. Coming to know they are so much like ME, yet there is so much of THEM in them (I hope I am clear..)
6. Cooking together. (its really a bonding experience. Perfect time for small talks)
7. Finding so many ears to listen to How Crappy my day had been. (10 ears and 5 words of cajoling can work wonders… I had 5 roomies... that’s y the count)
8. “What to wear?”… the pressing issue easily solved (everybody just knew the answer to it … but to the other persons question)
9. Shopping. (with 6 females!!! It’s rampaging)
10. Birthday surprises!!! (5 heads – nobody can plan better surprises)
11. 5 handkerchiefs to wipe a single tear. (Everybody cared)
12. Making the kirana list. (we have had specialists)
13. Sharing secrets (6 girls…. One can not even imagine that there can be sooo much)
14. Talks that lasted for more than 6 hours at a stretch (in broad daylight... the butt glued to the same position… we have the stamina and the topics)
15. Chatting away in the night about everything under the sun.
16. Dancing, playing antakshari with electricity gone, wrestling, Pjing. (makes my heart smile)
17. Blaming each other for every reason and still getting back together (this was the most amazing part… abuse to the hearts content... but still be in love)
18. MARRIAGE (standing ovation plz… this topic is till the fav)
19. Rock Solid support in time of need. (whatever came… they always stood by)
20. Deciding what to cook (this decision needed time)
21. Knowing for sure if I am looking like shit or like a princess (5 confirmations are enough…)
22. Advices, pep talks, abuses, fights, recommendations (life is easy…)
23. Getting all geared up for their marriage ( I am still hunting…)
24. Convincing that your BF is not such a prat after all (men will be men… and we are gonna hate them sometime…)
25. The chain mails from office (within 6 hrs we exchanged more than 320 mails)
26. House Cleaning spree (fun in the pure form… )
27. Missing them (after a few got married)

The list could just go on and on… I need to get my fingers off the keyboard.

2 years have been out of this world. A different life. A different experience. Its not easy to live together. But nothing can be more fun either. There were times when we may have wanted to kill each other or run away, but we always came back with more luv.

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom. ~Marcel Proust

4th Dimension

My mum is a firm believer in GOD. I don’t know what that really means or what actually is her belief. But she does believe that HE /SHE exists. There is a lot more on her platter. Not getting into that.

People pray. Some pray religiously. Everybody has his or her own reasons for it too. People go on fasts to please GOD, to fulfill a certain wish. Few of them will continue the fasts even after meeting their wishes, thinking its good. Some end it. Then a new wish a new fast. Whatever be it, everybody has a reason to look up to him/her. When I debate with Mum she gives me reasons, examples, of which some do suit my sensibilities, some seem totally illogical.

That’s precisely why I pray to GOD. Or should I say, I believe in GOD (coz I don’t pray everyday). There is a mystery behind HIM/HER, which nobody has yet been able to solve. For me GOD is that mystery, that faith. SHE (my devil was female... my GOD is female too) gives my life the necessary 4th dimension. My Devil is self-destructive, but MY GOD is very powerful. SHE gives me reasons to believe that everything is going to be fine. SHE surpasses all logics and reason and adds that spice to my life. SHE is the voice in my head that keeps me going.

SHE loves my crazy side. SHE hates me when I cry. And I am sure she loves dancing too. SHE is like my parents. Loves me. Punishes me when I disobey. Hates it when I don’t bother. SHE is a kiddo at heart. SHE needs attention too.

I pray. I believe. I am also in awe. Coz for me GOD is extreme, very powerful, all knowing. GOD is the reason I believe anything and everything is possible. Man can do everything he wants, but GOD adds in that extra.

And this year she says she is gonna visit cloud number 9(yes she does tell me things). And wherever she goes she takes me with her. And I am very human. I am on cloud number 9 only when things start happening the way I want them to. She is making sure everything happens my way. It’s only a few days the year has started and She has already reached cloud 7(u guessed it right, things are going my way). Well I guess I am gonna have a helluva year. Yippee!!!!!!! Hurray!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love my GOD.

Faith is to believe what you do not see; the reward of this faith is to see what you believe." - Saint Augustine

What we are is God's gift to us. What we become is our gift to God.

God writes a lot of comedy... the trouble is, he's stuck with so many bad actors who don't know how to play funny. - Garrison Keillor