Musing Mermaid

Wednesday and Friday, the excitement of these two days can never cease from my mind. The days much awaited and most prized ones out of the choate week. The mornings used to be exhilarating and the days passed in wait, looking forward to the clock to strike 7.55 pm on those two special nights. Wonder why they were out of the ordinary? These 2 days treated me with 'Chitrahaar'. The medley of 'filmi' songs and conceivably the only filmi programme among the lot of all those insipid series of 'Krishi Darshan', classical programmess, 'Samachar' and 'Hum Log'. Those were the days when DD ruled the idiot box. And mere 5 'filmi' songs wrapped up in 25 min schedule used to fancy me. I feigned to be a good girl in its truest of sense for atleast these two days. Finishing off with my homework on time and mugging all my lessons for the day, leaving no ground where i could be nagged on the prime time about studies. Though my entire childhood saw me at ...

Do you dream big? Do you intend to walk the road 'much' travelled? Do you yearn for quick fame? If all these thoughts hover over your mind...shed those inhibitions in you and you can be the next REALITY star! The reality van is on its way to stardom to pick some and drop others. The reality series, much believed to be an eclipse on the famous saas-bahu operas is latest fad on the idiot box. Such shows have witnessed a colossal success of late, as every other channel you flip has some REAL treat for your eyes. The reality series though acceded from foreign, but is exalted by the Indians. Much to viewers amusement, the TV channels have grappled the nerve of the audiences as each one of us today is ardent and keenly inquisitive in peeping into others' personal lives. And why not? Its such a relief from the K- saga that had been ruling the small screen for years. Its then, where plebeians find reality shows a breather as they can unfold the day's fatigue by smirking on wa...

The King of Pop, the icon of music, the consummate entertainer, the words can run short but his aura. MJ's contributions to music and legacy will be felt upon the world forever. Though not much of his fan, i heard his songs after being told by my neighbor whom i saw often dancing on the beats of Jackson's music in the evenings in his verandah. I found him crazy and laughed at him, till he lent me some of the cassettes to listen. The very first time i heard him, i could understand no word but hear the screams. But soon i started following his videos on Channel V and felt no one else could moonwalk better. MJ was believed to be God on stage. One of the most exciting and energetic performer of his generation. Known for his backward-gliding moonwalk, his feverish, crotch-grabbing dance moves and his high-pitched singing, punctuated with squeals and titters. His single sequined glove, tight, military-style jacket and aviator sunglasses were trademarks, as was his ever-changing, su...

The month of June starts and so the rains. Gazing at the falling drops, simply leave me mesmerized. So much, that i long to touch the tiny droplets of water...i feel joyous at the mere scene, smelling the droplets falling on mud and getting drenched..what a perfect way to feel connected to nature. Walking on muddy grass, holding on & compelling my taste buds to just limit to those earthy smells. Looking at the blur in the midst of everything outside my window and hearing the dropping sound of rain; that is what i love about the rain. Poor leaves were barren, sad and desolate all this while & now the drops of water have kissed them. Flowers fluttering on high and acknowledging the rain god for his grace on them. Bushes on full swing matching steps with the drops that fall. Those birds fly back to their nests and wait for this downpour to end. there is a constant obstruction in the sky hampering them to play in there arena. They envy to see the bushes dancing with joy. The view e...

As i try hard to scribble today; Words fall short and thoughts nibble away. The mayhem in mind and heart does rounds; Work pulls me back as lost desires i found Here I brainstorm, in this commotion so keen to dive; Ideas count their breaths and refuse to come alive. Resolute to pour down when I try; Words pledge not to come my way. Deep in my heart those abstract things inside; Waving a bye to them the hands refuse to type. All my dreams of tomorrows and yesterdays; Seem like just a touch away I stand here with my wings spread ready to take off in a quick flight; Wandering in the darkness of my mind; searching for a spark that can unwind In anguish i give up, nothing came out concrete; I looked up and saw these lines, though petite As i try hard to scribble today; Words fall short and thoughts nibble away