..good life..

..to live every bit of it..every second lived to the zenith....live by seconds..with each one passing by, live like there it is the one..live it for the times gone by, times that could have been better, live it for times to come...for we have one life...make it a good life..a life worth remembering..every bit of it...make it worth yourself..cause u deserve more..much more..

Awesomeness of Togetherness

This is a story of three DOSTS.
Date: 16th Nov 2008 Time : 1:oo PM- 6 PM Venue: Cafe Morrison, Delhi

Our regular meeting every weekend, was required as a break from home, we looked forward to reliving our hostel moments.
Enter Shivani dost, Aashima dost and i very very proudly present myself (i love myself). It was a few hours of absolutely no worry, no binding, no tension, but just fun, girl gossip (can't miss the fact that 3 girls meet & DID NOT gossip). It was a regular outing for us, i don't even recollect every bit of it. But when three happy ladies get together, happiness increases everywhere. Looking back at our life in hostel and how it changed after moving out, after years of togetherness, we got into the mode of "what next" (i am sure all of us had these phases). We put reminders on our cellphones for 16th Nov 2009, exactly a year ahead, just to remember that one specific moment, and we planned we would meet again, the same day, to see how life ahs moved on for us in the one year.

Just about a year later, Shivani discovers the reminder in her phone, which frankly, we had forgotten about. Over a cup hot hot masala chai, gulab jamun & jalebi and rabri in green park market (we sound like hoggers, and just to clarify, we are, that too greedy ones), she reminded me of it.
In a snapshot of a secong it just took us back, back to past, to the memories unforgotten, time best spent. And, we just did not stop talking about it, it was like an adrenalin rush in us !!

Its amazing how one year can change so much in people lives. Within the year, Aashima' wedding got fixed, she got married, all in a span of 6 months and is now New York (yes, THE NEW YORK). Shivani moved on from her job and decided to trouble her brains, destroy them fully by preparing for IAS (IAS gets registed in the "no meaning found" territory of my brain). I'm still a little slow in moving on i guess, still at the same job, and thankfully have the same set of friends (which i am really happy about, i hate loosing friends). But yes, as people say, i have experienced a lot, learnt a lot with time, grown up a little more.

We decide to live the moment again, though two of us now, (Aashima your share of "happiness" will be shared between us) and to look forward to another year of awesomenss, to see what lies in store, to celebrate our good times, and better ones still to come.

"..all good things come to an end, the better ones have a late ending, and the best ones live forever.."

..and i'm Blank..

Blank..is how i describe my current state of mind. Even as i get down to open this 'blog' called thing, i've been constantly brushing my brains to think of some sane stuff to be shared here (i understand most of what i write is insane).

Not that this is a first time with the attack of the 'BLANK', these blank phases were a regular during examinations, can't really remember a time when i was NOT blank during exams. At times, it took me more than a few seconds to remember my own name.

Crazy as it may sound, but yeah, I've been victimized by the 'BLANK' a little too much in my life. It would attack me in college suddenly during a class, to the extent that i would fail to respond to the fact that i existed.

Don't know if I am wrong here (I'm trying to be a little modest here, coz i am always right), Its a feeling which holds your thoughts, pauses all of them, and for those few seconds, there is a new world around you. A new one, with only you, others seem to be in the background. You get captivated by your own self, within yourself, like a self lock down. You are in a 'No thought' world, coz for once there's no focus to your thoughts, no direction to your mind.

"..the mind stands still..it freeds myself from my own thoughts..like theres nothing ahead, nothing left behind, all is in the present, to live the moment ..that moment in the calms of my mind, which knows no u..no me..only itself.."

Dream On

I'm a dreamer!!

And i Believe in the power of dreams too. The power not only to fulfill your dreams, but to comprehend what your dreams depict.

Scientifically proven, everyone dreams at night, 90% of the dreams are forgotten, all dreams are black n white (i still manage my 'pinks' in them).

I go on to study, analyze & dissect every bit of the left over 10% of the dream that i supposedly remember, but i still feel i remember the entire 100% of it !

Its like a routine activity for me to question Mr.Google on the meaning of what i dreamt of.(Thanks to Google, its amazing how ALL my dreams mean something!).
Another thing here is, that yes, i dream of funny things. So, its kind of a game between me and Google, weirder the dream, funnier the interpretation.
I dream a lot. I dream every night. And i remember most of my dreams. My dreams are like a world of their own. Strange enough, but i've dreamt of everything from monkeys (sure some monkey business it is), to jackals and the lesser interesting species-us humans.

I believe our dreams are a reflection of our thoughts, our surroundings our insecurities. They don't just reflect the activities of our brain, if you look into what they mean, our dreams also guide us through it all. They show us a way out, out of any and every possible thing. I may start sounding unstable, a little more than insane and in the depressed mode of life. But from what i understand of the information provided to me by Mr. Google (my respect for Google is immense, considering its never given me an "i don't know what you are talking about" kind of an answer).

It first happened with me dreaming of lions (no i wasn't one, neither was i being eaten by one). It kind of took me by shock, lions are not something i would ever like to dream about. It was simply my shock that made me look for what Mr Lion was doing in my, yes, in MY DREAMWORLD.(I got no place for lions and tigers, only good looking men get the pass to enter).
And it continues, from seeing old friends, people i did not want to see(yes specifically mentioning, DID NOT want to see them), unseen people, strange situations and happenings.It wakes you up with a feeling of inquisitiveness, surrounded by thoughts which you keep reasoning within yourself, with senseless explanations.
That's how it started for me, the meaning i deciphered out of it using all my brains (stressing on "all")made a little less sense than what i found out the meaning to be.

Its surely is very addicting, once you start the process, of finding a reason and meaning to what you see. And if you start relating it to reality, it sure may start sounding insane and psychotic, but there is always a level of fun, excitement and curiosity attached to every "not so normal thing".

"..i wake up to my dreams..to a world which is all mine, i wake up to myself..with unbounded thoughts, thoughts which may not exist, but to me my thoughts guide me through..for my dreams are the world to me..after all, they're the only thing i will have forever....after my thoughts.."

My Stopped Thinking

Huh, and i thought blogging was easy. Just one day into it, and its taken me efforts equivalent to climbing everest to get my posts published, make them look nice n 'pink'. Thanks to my boss cum friend, Ankit (i hope to get a good appraisal by writing this), i finally did some editing. But now, its kind of exciting. Funny it may sound, but i have actually been mailing/messaging/pining my friends to make sure they read my blog. I still dont have much to write, coz how i start my day is just a 30 minute routine exercise of getting up, getting ready, running around, having not a single second to spare if required, and finally zooming at a pace which will definitely not be acceptable to my parents. Oh yes, one mid way fun is my regular race which i have with a friend cum collegue, Mr. Agarwal (Namaskaar) on our way to office (with a heavy heart i state that i have just won once out of 8 times), and another routine i follow is to fight with him that he won just coz he's a guy (i try the age old 'i am a girl i drive slow' tactic). I would like to ask all you guys, do you find it difficult to keep your eyelids open all day in office ? Or is it just me !! Coz i have tried everything from having a 10 hour sleep to a 4 hour one, only to come to the cnclusion, that there is something in the air in my office, they purposely make us look drowsy and sleepy. My further investigations reveal, that NESCAFE may also have a hand in it..you know the relation right SLEEP-->COFFEE-->MORE SLEEP-->MORE COFFEE-->YET MORE SLEEP-->10 CUPS OF COFFE ON MY DESK.



I can be the next brand ambassador for NESCAFE for having caffeine run in my body with traces of blood in it.

With coffee running in my neurons, i do a lot of not productive thinking. So while i was filling up space with all this junk, i came up with this one better junk, reflective of my stopped thinking process:

"..I stopped thinking, coz wat I thought was not be, n wats not to be, shldnt be thght abt.."

The Start

This is the first, and it comes not as result of any specific interest in writing, but just the curiosity to see what so many people around me are into, to see how its feels to have a 'BLOG'. I am no writer, not an avid reader too, i'm just an observer, not a very silent one though ! I dont have zilch of an idea of what has to be written in this space provided to me. Of all the blogs that i've read (though i just read 1 out of 10 links sent to me), i see people writing about their day to day experiences, incidents, their daily routine(yes, i've read that too right from brushing of teeth). This made me think too on what to fill up this space with, i kept thinking, and thinking and thinking, only to give up the idea of writing this blog at all. I convinced myself back to login again, stress my overstressed neurons, and start the process all over again. I've finally collected some stuff which i call my own, my very own, the one thing which i created for myself other than my thoughts. Here's one of them, and the rest shall keep following.

"trapped by words..words unsaid..words that were just an illusion of my mind..its like a mirage in the desert..draws u to itself..just to shun u away..but its the mirage which keeps the traveler continue to go his way.."