Nail yourself to my pain and bleed the tears I cannot cry....

zilch

Why is there a full-stop at the end of every assertion?

boo

I'm scared of Pressure Cookers. There it's out! I'm bloody scared of them - I think they are wierd temperamental things that erupt and let out a hot, frothing, scalding emission at who-so-ever dares to go against them. They are scary....

And no, you're not allowed to consult Freud's manual and psycho-analyse me on this declaration of mine!

A Balancing Act to stay in Love?A tight rope walk to keep the relationship work?On tenterhooks all the time?Is there no respite?

A brief Union..where ur words enmesh into mine

Am i forgetting to live? It somehow feels like i'm waiting for something to happen. As if this moment does not matter.

A new day always brought a sense of elation and anticipation along with it.
But now its different. Now the elation is....coz another day has passed.

Not sure were I am rushing to. Not sure whats in store, wats waiting around the corner. But there's this intolerable longing. For that something that's around the corner. And I feel like rushing for it. Can't wait. It all sounds kinda crazy, but somehow makes perfect sense to me.

Like its all gonna be ok. Once i turn the corner...
But the wait is painful. It hurts... Like a day without love.

Hazaaron Khwahishain aisee...
ke har khwahish pe dam nikle
bohot nikle mere armaan...
lekin phir bhee kam nikle

Here's my take at trying to put down some random facts about myself that would, maybe define me to a certain extent.

I am my Daddy's girl….here's blowing u a kiss daddy!
Then I am mamma’s angel too…..a kiss for u too mum!
But the best thing to happen to me...sis!!





If I were to live my life again, I wud choose to be an albatross -spread my wings and fly over the ocean. It's the only one in the Kingdom of Animals that mates for life. Invests in a romantic 7 years of courtship and settles down with its mate. Their love is for keeps. They are not used to the concept of multiple partners. Incase, an albatross dies….its mate doesn't survive long.





I’m lucky to have friends like the rock of Gibraltor, who have always stood by me…thru thick and thin. (Though it makes me wonder how men can really be such good friends) .…



A movie I can watch over & over again->Vanilla Sky, very close to my heart.
Maybe coz David(Tom) is unable to win his true love…. or maybe it is the way, guilt haunts him all his life for the shabby way he treated the other girl in his life, Julie(Cameron Diaz) who was truly in love with him.
But the best part of the movie…is the last 15 mins when the dreams end and reality takes over, when the surreal-abrupts burst into ur face and u step out of the twilight zone.... once the psychologist played by Kurt Russell starts analyzing David…there are metaphors sprinkled all over...in the movie…its a thinking man’s movie…it makes u brood…it makes u think & it makes ur heart ache for David when he realizes that the moments spent with Sophia were all an illusion…..that she was never his and yet in the end when she says ‘ You were missed’….it makes u wonder, did she harbour any feelings for him, after all?.But the line that I remember most is where the other girl realizes he’s in luv with someone else and says something to the effect of ‘we’ll meet in our next lifetime, as cats’….



I love the sea…I hate the mountains. The way the sea tosses its mighty head arrogantly, rushes into the inviting arms of the beaches and retreats reluctantly to the call of the mermaids that want it back home. I love the way the sea makes love to the beaches, those rumbling sounds of love making when the sea caresses the beaches, fondling it with a mischievous glint in its eye…..
In contrast, the mountains frown at me, rooted at a spot for centuries...with secrets embedded in its bowels and give me an intimidating look everytime my folks drag me to the mountains!!



I can die for Chocolates …umm,there was a time when I was crazy about it….dunno if I am still that way…but then, back then, I was mad about a lot of things…


Lines that I would love to hear someday….’Grow old with me, the best is yet to be’…


Being kissed on the forehead ….thats the most endearing expression of love...



Luv the star splashed nite sky….can spend hours laying on my back on the terrace, gazing at the shimmering dots sprinkled lavishly across the thick blanket of the midnight blue sky. My imagination runs wild on such star gazing nights and beautiful thoughts run through my mind….millions of beautiful snapshots….fragments of poetry that form in my mind….wish I cud replace the backdrop of the terrace with a gorgeous beach.


Since childhood, I’ve had this crazy thing about writing looong letters to God, telling him all about my life….and when I feel stronger, I tear those letters and leave behind no traces of the secret correspondence between us...



There was a time when I wanted to become a jet-setting travel writer. I’ve always fantasized about exploring the exotic places, tasting their cuisine and as a travel writer,I wudnt even have had to pay for it!Like a carefree bubble...i cud have drifted from one end of the sky to another,from shore to shore,jungle to jungle

But such a nomadic existence cudnt have brought me any stability in my already chaotic life...



Never realized why a Brahmin considers himself better than a Dalit, I’v always loathed the caste system, never understood why ‘we’ have so many festivals throughout the year, never connected with the ‘richness’ of ‘our’ religion,never understood why we need pandits to solemnize marriage ceremonies or why in case of important events we need to communicate with God via these people who are blessed to be born in a privileged caste.



I’ve always wanted to apologize to my parents for not being able to match up to them. Dad is a brilliant engineer and if we wouldn’t have t held her back, today, mom could have been a top notch CEO ruling the corporate world, what with her sharp analytical mind & amazing leadership skills. While I’v always been lousy in maths & science & yeah have none of mom’s smashing talents. They say the next generation catches up fast & moves 3 steps ahead….i underwent regression….forget, leaping 3 steps ahead, I’ve not even been able to catch up with ‘em. Sorry mom, sorry dad.



Want to leave behind footfprints on the hearts of those whose paths crossed mine…I want people to remember me even after my last performance….long after I have bowed out of the stage….

Caught in a windstorm or a maelstrom?

Dark clouds had gathered on the horizon even as she looked from her balcony. The ominous clouds without any caution, had stormed the cloudless, blue sky, without as much as offering it an opportunity to take guard or shelter its pristine body. She quietly watched the dark swirling, the rampant outrage.


He put his hand on her back that faced him. She felt the familiar touch, the stirring, and smiled to herself, as she turned. Was he supposed to come back tonight, wondered she as her eyes caught the elfish look in his eyes.

“Heyy,” she muttered, playfully running her fingers through his hair. “Your hair’s grown, honey. You so need a haircut.”

“Hah, who cares?” He mumbled thickly as he drew her to him.

She slid closer, her lips on his, softly yet firmly, as she heard, rather felt the lightning kiss the clouds again, in the illimitable skies.

Awaiting as I wither away....gradually