Turquoise Taming Tornadoes

Today as I sit here devastated on the blunders I’ve done and the sins I’ve committed I also realize what a beautiful phase I lived. Flawless would also be flawed if I were to describe. Like a rainbow that saves the sky its beauty after a violent storm, like a cure that saves a diseased, like a drop of water that saves an almost dead plant, like a candy that keeps a child’s heart from disappointment, like a Sunday’s sleep that adds loads of working capacity to you, like a coffee that makes you lift that last dumble. Yeah, that’s what he did to me. The only thing (because I called him as certain fruits) that could lift up my mood in the blink of an eye and the opposite. Today a lot of me is from him. And I don’t mind inheriting any of it. August, 2012 Class 9 th it was. After the interval of every 2-3 days I used to meet this acquaintance at water cooler. And though I dint like him much but his warm greetings were hard to be ignored. I used to wave back a hi and walk past. Bu

Hello my people. I'm finally back after 4 months with nothing in mind sitting here before the screen. Just a few sorrows I won't vent and a many joys too many to be shared. Life is a full circle now. I don't know how but somehow it is getting difficult to write. This year I've seen myself come out of the well-to-do notions of the world. I believe all us have dreams. Latent or open. Not all of us believe in sharing but all of us do believe in achieving them. And mine are slightly exotic with a mixture of tomboyish. I hope to travel places yes, that'll always be constant. But in Harleys and yacht and well in love. In love with my being. In love with whatever I would have then. In love with everything around me that I'm experiencing and seeing. In love with my work and passions instead of people. In love with books that'll always be by my stride. Writing small pieces on peaceful islands or camps. This hunger I have in me to explore is never ending. The thi

This post today is not just in spousal context, this stands true for all sorts of relationships. When somebody opens up their soul to another they give a part of themselves to them which is just cut and given; you cannot possibly take any of it back. And you should enjoy every bit of this enriching experience. Be it imbibing the goodness of daddy or the playful truthfulness of your kid. Live and love. That's what we all are made for. Connect and move people as you move forth. But that doesn't mean losing out on your dignities and priorities. Always carry them ahead of others. Because always remember, people want you to do good but not better than them. When you see something falling, back off. The thin line of decision between trying harder or walking away is right in front take it, accept it. And gracefully move ahead. Because that was just not it. Mend the cracks and aches of hearts before time shuts and closes them by itself forcing it to heal. Especially when it comes to

We all are living in a trance. A trance nobody knows of. A trance only we live within of. We are loving, following, cribbing, falling, learning in a trance. Something inside our conscience tells us this is idealistic independent of the world around and we start going around for it. And I personally think I have been living in a trance since childhood, which is gradually breaking as I'm growing up. Like layer by layer its freeing me from the cocoon. I'm more here in this world each passing second. My screen presence in this film of life is getting commendable each passing day. Yes I am falling too and the falls are growing greater in depth but so is my will power. The ardent determination to go through stuff, mediocre cries with the very name of. All these vacations after tenth grade have been magnificent. I've committed sins I couldn't ever think of. I've gone out to places you cannot imagine of. Attended almost all parties in and around. Regretted not doing some

Yeah folks, its the same hound as my old post. He has managed a place in my story, in my life as always. Now he looks more grown up, has beard, moustache and a composure. The abs still remain as irresistable as always. The cheeks as kissable as always. But yes, he has grown. Grown as a person in all aspects. Now knows how to vent his turmoils. But still silly conveys me his feelings through display pictures and statuses. I catch every word. Word by word. Manages to stay the Bunny. And make me the Naina in all ways possible. The two being an amazing pair of characters from a bollywood romcom. The last few days have been quite revolutionary. Possession and jealousy hit him. Fortunately or unfortunately I don't know but he has feelings too. He set them free and well, I caught them. My best friend says he is not bound to stay. He has come to stay. I don't know. People never took him seriously. He was different in my perspective but. The ice-creams, posters, posts, chocolates,

Well attraction has no laws and norms but here is something I've been feeling about from quite sometime now. We like two kinds of people. One who are endowed with simplicity and rawness. They don't have any aspirations to stand out or be the pioneers. All they want is to lead an untangled non-fussy life which they keep solving and leading. But they don't lead. They just don't want to. They might appear to be passive and not ambitious and arousing enough in the first glance but these are people for keeps. You will feel comfortable around them naturally because they never show their talents. And so their strengths might surprise you at many times. You won't have to feel the need to compare here, you are clearly above them. Then there is the other kind you look up to. They are wild and full of life. A room with a tiger may go unnoticed but they just cannot be ignored. There is something that tells you to go up to them and converse but you know you wouldn't be able

So if you can come over and read this post, you've had a childhood. Be it good or bad, but a childhood. You are alive this day to see the spectacles and things of whatever kind this world offers to you. But think about it, what if you just had died catching a dengue epidemic and never ever had seen or done the things you have until today. Sounds impractical? But dear today our nation is at a stage where one child dies every 20 seconds due to preventable diseases – highest anywhere in the world. You guys have declined food from your mother a numerable times. Not eaten in an attempt to cause impact over something you are questing for. What if all of a sudden you stop getting the very possibility of doing so: You don't get food. Life will itself be a quest for you then. But you won't realize that now. Just like a fish won't understand a camel. People like you and me have friends, mentors and relationships of all kinds. We can call up a friend a night before an important

You know there is a reason real and rooted come together and are only given their due together. Real things cannot be spontaneous and rapid. Rooted things cannot take on masks. Falling word is in general used for love , as in falling in love, for a reason. Falling frees you from a lot of ties and brings the lost spark, just like an adventure sport. But dude you are falling! You are off the cliff. Just like Ted in the How I Met Your Mother series I too have fallen in and out very regularly. Infact as soon as out I'm in. You might judge me on that but that is something my sub-conscious makes me do. Believe that this time around it might work. Some have even been a day long ones. That's the shortest. I am and always will be guilty of being involved. And just like him I too was on an unintended search to find that true thing. But this is what the fucking rule says, you wouldn't get it as long as you have all of your on it. I see people around having friends with benefit

Give those dreams to me. I'll see them with you. Hey people. what are your dreams? tell them to me. I want to live dreams. From my eyes. Your eyes. Everybody's eyes. Everyday! These are a big turn on for me. I dream big. Am too small maybe but my eyes seek for more and more and more always. And my heart quests for it. Have you ever heard of my night dreams? I see film scripts like really. They are so adventurous, heart thumping, happening, falling, rising and most importantly so realistic and fucking vivid that at times I doubt that was a real life incidence or just another dream. I narrate them to my classmates like life stories and am amused seeing them giggle. Its fun you know. Living my life has its perks. You'd find inspiration, creativity in every thing you'd see. A story every vase narrates. A smile every face hides. A need every rupee holds within itself. A sense every dress has. Dreams are free ended. They may take you to the negative side endlessly as we

Do you want to be sensible? Do you want to be called mature? All intellectual and intelligent and smart and good-looking and funny and beautiful and handsome and well read and humorous? I am guessing it to be a yes. But honestly when it comes to me, I dont. I dont want to be something. I rather want something to be me. Let me elaborate. I want to be lazing around my ass all over the house and talk in basic plain words, I want to talk bullshit and scream and laugh like a witch, make the most transparent and open conversations, to let everything come out naturally and be loved for that. You know, to have the real people around me. May they be not more than 2-3. But I give them my full hearted attention. We share our potentials and unite them for brilliance. I dont want anything specifically, everything written above is a hazy imagery of the thought process of my mind. I just saw Highway- A film. Its was a pure work of art. The characters were real and natural and didn't have any aim

So there was this man. He felt so complete in himself from out. Some knew he wasn't. I was one of them. From outside you could believe for him to be one of the strongest people. But that was a mere shroud. The kind of fun he brought into his and the people around his life was unmatchable. The gangster image protected him from the bad eyes. They believed him to be bad too. But inside, believe me he was the cleanest soul. He was a perfect family man. A dedicated son. A loving brother. He just loved making people around him feel loved. Girls too were crazy about him. But behind that cute smile and no-fuck-given attitude a innocence hid. And I loved exploring it, bringing it out. He belonged to a bold and rowdy family background. A pure Punjabi. Exactly opposite to mine. But he was more of a calm and composed person compartively and I was all the rowdy and bold inside with a very sophisticated ethical family background. He Listened to Bryan Adams and cooked. Baked cakes in unique fl

I have come up on the screen with just a topic. Nothing ahead or behind of it. Just a few so-good-to-be-true memories. Let me start by telling you first that 'Nanaji' in our native language is the maternal grandfather. But to me he was ALWAYS more of a father. Above that too maybe. A relation I cannot name. Cannot explain. Until one day when we had visited him and he was parking the car in his clumsy garage and I was on the passenger seat besides. He had now quite often been asking me as to how to cuddle me that I've grown up now. How to show that he still adored me the same way? How to gesture out all the love? Just how? As always I said that I just know that. You don't need to tell me. I know it all. That very day his reply was different. "Pta nhi wo choti bacchi kahan kho gyi jisse mai kandhe pe baitha kr jwal jwal chillate niharta tha. Mjhe bhool gyi wo.Kahin kho gyi wo." Meaning I dont know where that little baby girl of mine is lost? The one I carried

Tough days. Downs. Mood swings. Bad hair days. Fights. Bitches. Girlfriends. Boyfriends. Break-ups. Failures. I don't know how to title it. But its all the negative things you experience everyday in every thought. Some overshadow it and just simply refuse to accept it pulling them down. To me that's how I see my mother and other elders. But for me it is something hell difficult. You just cannot magically come out of a deep well you fell in mistakenly. Nor can you rise taller than the high and scary waves. Its not a sci fi.  But what some moving movies and songs and experiences are pushing me to believe ardently is that this is very necessary. The waves are pulled by the moon's gravitational pull and they rise. The well is deep and can drown you along your ego because of gravity. And so tough times push you. Push you to a level wherein you either emerge stronger or break all in once. The world has no space for cowards. You need this bad day to get that brighter smile ne