Musing Mermaid

They are the ones who need no introduction, solely culpable for my creation. On this day they entered in holy wedlock. And together they ventured in this bonded bliss They are the ones to whom I belong n will ever do Thank you my guardian angels for everything you do. Revising the torn pages of my growing up tales the days of strictness and discipline that forever prevailed To make me a better person of what I am today. How much I abhorred your ascendancy and check, shrugging my shoulders off and had crazy frets How difficult teen I had been, doing all those sins; with much endurance you dealt, when I proved to be grim. How I grew in your embrace dear father with a new demand each day; some or the other And u smilingly met it each time without thinking twice Re-balancing your budget over paying for my toys' price the independence you gave and the trust you showed is beyond handful of thanks when today I think and grin One who sowed the seeds of patience, confidence and being ground

Does the customary question, “So when are you getting married" leave you fuming? Does your mum often get those panic attacks on discerning the stress to marry you off? Time & again, family put two fingers up to your denials for the proposed guy and since you carry the tag 'Single', you should be dying with hypertension of not being able to find yourself, Mr. Perfect. Welcome to the world of singles, who are trying to cope as they share the same status quo. Clique in your circle, colleagues at work place and all those agony aunts, leave no stone unturned to prod u, that u have amiss in life! Such strain by folks, often takes a toll on an otherwise lucrative & elated life, a singleton leads. Your parents could be putting pressure on you by apprising you, that your cousin, who’s younger, is already married, so now it’s your turn. Or they would like to see their grandchildren. To top it all, you see most of your peers already married with children. And the social encum

Something about this pic, morning sunshine, red n yellow leaves greeting you..As they say! Here's a new, bright and a vibrant day..One of my fav author's twitpic pic's, this one. Paulo Coelho shared this while he had his walk in the morning!

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