Musing Mermaid

  I know I have a little spare time But I don’t want to lose it & later whine "Sit back and relax", they say But hey! What about the pieces, that could pay? Pay in terms of knowledge & feed my soul! Lose myself in words, scribble and some strokes should get it all What if I have some spare time, I want to use and not whine I want to explore my writings, I know I can write & incite "Funny lass!" "11 years, not a single write-up, is that your writing appetite?" "Oooo! Wait, I am on it, in multiple drafts are buried, voices from my head" Don’t know what feared me to publish them and spread.. I want to explore my sketches, I know I can give strokes to my imagination If not again I succumb to my procrastination Some goals I have set, my inner moods have been swayed I know I have a little spare time So sure not losing it, and making a little room to shine!    

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 ...

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

I rise to live, to smile, to go… Another day keeps me going As I take a road traveled in the past I wander like a cloud in the sky The bitterness of life I embrace My silent companions make me realize as i sit with bowed head and lowered eyes Stop mulling over the dead haze.. I want to forget and forgive the facts that are rooted in pain Digging in my own back yard the old and sullen truths For long they bruised, Its time for them to be drained As i retrace my footsteps Intending to refine my deeds No longer i want to bear… While I learn from my mistakes, I promise to let go these fears I try to catch my share of happiness, life offers It orders me to free the sorrows and pains Clinched in my fists, those unwanted stains As I set them free, I see the heaviness flying. I run in hurry all over to gather… the smiles and blessings which are scattered I place it well in the corners of my home And it echoes behind the walls, tel...

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June 20, 2005...the day when i landed the capital, after those endless tales of emotion/drama/sobs. Convincing my mum and pursuing her to spread my wings and fly from my nest. To be independent and carry the journey of life on my own out of their protection, exploring the avenues life has to offer. Touching the feet of Delhi and gasping the beauty of it.(yea for a typical Jalandhar girl, it surely was b'ful - "The Metro effect"..The scene still flashes in front of my eyes..where the this punjabi clad in her jet pink salwaar suit was all smiles at the gates of SEED. Some excitement to be part of NIIT after those convincing sessions from Rupali (Yea shruts--The Booby female ;), other to breathe in freedom away from home, I ushered inside. After the customary formalities at the reception, i was guided towards the room allotted to me. Room No 205 it read. It seemed I was the first occupant, so inspecting the huge room with 4 beds, i wondered which one to grab. Umm the one in ...

I gaze, i grin, i giggled so what if the blow triggered? The point where i was hinted the unusual demeanor, when it was a spooky little carrier. The talks molded n folded, adding to the heat and the toungue scolded. We promised and got united for happy stories, Daily dose of love and no worries... I glance, I hear, I say, so what if we didnt go our way? It was an over debated issue, which we shouldn't have pursued.. The conversation just got worsened, and the aisles to each other sharpened stabbing each of us deep inside.. o petty things to be resolved we decide. I chop, I cook, I hear so what we let down on how to cater I welcome the suggestions with a long face tried keeping and doing stuff at your pace The words which boiled and blistered, worked faster than how sugar minced.. lets burn it up on the burner and we rinsed I sob, i cry, I howl so what the promises to keep still crawl I go erratic, i figure and explain, the sheer blame games we refrain. standing on the edge i ponder...

Nights when she sat and gazed towards the heights, A night so beautiful, was never seen by her side. A sky so infinite, like a star studded bride. That silence worth a million desires, Spoke all what her heart aspired. She longed to reach the stars so bright, enormous in number and farthest from sight. Far they seemed from a mortal's height. As she closed her eyes, spreading arms in haze, Her mind flew like a bird free from cage. As she glided among the dazzling stars and reached uphill, The life, it seemed, had gone standstill. There she spotted some lone stars looking at her, Their eyes spoke, she struggled to vision. When she moved to feel their existence, They ran towards the clouds, leaving empty slate. and there she tumbled by her ugly fate, Days passed and sky witnessed her sitting, Gazing at the lost glory of the sky, No trace of her star and she wondered why! Suddenly when her heavenly father made his way "Go back to the barracks, my dear girl.. Your sleepy eyes need ...

For all these days, i had been trying to donn my head and come up with a perfect answer. Or shall i say a perfect feel. An answer to the one and the most happening question surrounding my life since the time i got married, something which friends/acquaintances just bounce after the customary hi! and there ever inquisitive eyes to know..” How does it feel after getting married?”..Something to which i was absolutely clueless how to react to. Do i feel jubilant that finally i got a man after all those harrowing meetings with some 12 prospective grooms with whom my mental connectivity could never be established? Am i sadistic? Shit! am no more single and can't have the all the fun of enjoying those bachelors attention. Or am i over joyous seeing my mom having a sigh of relief after those sleepless nights of the fear, will her daughter ever approve her any guy and settle down in life? Or shall i react like kunal whom i find, not dancing with joy, not feeling awkward, one who knows how t...

Conflict of thoughts, war of words Room for argument!

No no...i havent spelled it wrong..It's not that im going to try my hands on the traditional Hukka....This one though sounds familiar with 'HUKKA' but is poles apart in real sense. A glance ********** Haiku is a poetic form and a type of poetry from the Japanese culture. Haiku combines form, content, and language in a meaningful, yet compact form. The themes include nature, feelings, or experiences. Usually they use simple words and grammar. The most common form for Haiku is three short lines. The first line usually contains five (5) syllables, the second line seven (7) syllables, and the third line contains five (5) syllables. Haiku doesn't rhyme. A Haiku must "paint" a mental image in the reader's mind. This is the challenge of Haiku - to put the poem's meaning and imagery in the reader's mind in ONLY 17 syllables over just three (3) lines of poetry! Some sample Haiku poetry ************************* No one travels Along this way but I, This autu...

A few days back on Mahashivratri, i had a strong desire to go to the temple, shielding my guilt of not stopping by to any for almost a month now and missing my daily prayers since the time i entered my new abode. Blaming it to getting accustomed to the routine sked and skipping my negligence to bow in front of my God, at times which is reduced barely to lighting an evening aggarbatti. So this big day of Lord Shiva, i wanted to make to one of the temples in town. Me and Kunal headed for one, somewhere in outskirts of gurgaon. (Phew! Every other place appears as if you are in outskirts, Courtesy- The always under construction sites and dug up roads in the city!) We started and spotted one, not too far off from our place there stood a secluded one. At the front gate - a long queue of the people. Awww...i was staggered as such rush had been manifested only outside those big, esteemed and eminent temples where people come from far off places to pay their greetings. So averting the idea of ‘...