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I once dreamed about A Family who would believe in me & in whatever I pursued A carefree childhood free of any responsibilities A school, teacher & classmates who would nurture me & my skills A College & a degree which would allow me to make myself useful taking care of people A job which would allow me to visit new places & earn myself bucks to make me financially independent A circle of friends who would be part of life in good & bad times Celebrations, festivities or evenings of fun & frolic with friends All this and much more was what I had achieved till now but what would follow wasn’t even in my nightmares An evening turning drastically painful for me &my friend by set of hooligans who called themselves human A country incapable of punishing those who could perpetrate such heinous crimes A set of politicians using me as agenda to promote their political careers Weeping eyes of my parents who not know how to face the wor...

More than 5 years had been spent longing for this angelic beauty & finally today there she was in his arms. He breathed an audible sigh of relief. She couldn't recognize him but kept on caressing his face with her hands sometimes gently & at times aggressively as if to remind herself who he was & what was she doing in his arms. He as well just kept looking at her almost with bewilderment not knowing what could perhaps be the right expression to show. He didn't want to mess with her anymore, as much had been spent physically, emotionally & monetarily to bring her to where she was today. Days & night were spent thinking what would he tell her when they meet , what should he buy for her so that she looks even prettier, what would she like to eat or  drink & on & on & on. Tears ran down his cheeks suddenly but this time he was sure that they were tears of joy. He didn't...

It feels weird to be born different. A black amongst all whites, short amongst tall, Fat amongst thin and vice versa.I think I was as well suffering from such a feeling-weird syndrome that even after much self explanations throughout my life I always longed to have straight hair since all my aunts & cousins around had so as compared to my wavy ones. In pursuit of realisation of my dreams   to have one ,I as greedy human being embarked on the journey where time & again I have come up with crazy ideas. You might have even observed this obsession in my previous post  Mane story Age 5-10 The story starts right from my childhood days when I had a complete belief that wet hair is what can make my hair straight. I would try & keep my wet hair straight for as long as I could thinking that possibly it’ll remain so even after drying up… Since you are much more optimistic as a child so it must have taken me at least 50 odd attempts to realise that Boss!! It do...

  I have to admit that even though I do follow cricket but it is limited to some big times like a world cup or IPL .Won’t bother much about the 2 nation test series. Having said that even then there are few people who just catch your attention in that limited time.  No , I’m not talking about any player cause they are as inconsistent as the sunny weather in London , but about one cricket commentator who has clinged on now for as long as I can remember. Especially considering that he doesn’t even  have a cricketing background but very strong academics with engineering & MBA from IIMA to his credits, I applaud the passion this guy might have had to pursue today a full time career as a cricket commentator. Yes , I’m talking about Harsha Bhogle . If my being-a-strong-fan rating for Harsha is 6/10 then I would say that my husband scores a massive 9 (10 saved for Sachin of course) .I would guess it is mostly cause he not only watches cricket but reads, writes & breathe...

The famous though copied line of Son Of Sardar “Teri ma di , teri pen di yeh to duniya ko humne sikhayi, is kolaveri di ki baari to baad mai aayi ‘ might have got some of you roar with laughter or some restraining themselves with a smirk but to a girl who would have spent considerable time in her youth living in North India (especially if hadn’t done so already)  the importance of ability to understand these dialogues is what got me pondering over this subject . When I say above then I especially vouch for the south Indian girls who were fortunate enough to study in a north Indian college(pun intended). What are we talking about here ??? Well I’m talking about the mother and sister gallis (cuss words/abuses)that you hear(and of course other nasty things that come along) with as much ease in north India as a recitation of Twinkle Twinkle by 2 year old toddler  Was it a horrendous experience ? Very  frankly -YES. Brought up in a clean environment of  “Ma’am- af...

The great divide of girls & boys gang ( forced though) in REC Kurukshetra meant that the beautiful girls of Fash P & the geeky brains of Technobyte could never come together else even we probably would have witnessed 10 years back a dress which Miss Nicole adorns in the Pic below. The USP of this dress is  that it is constructed from 8 meters of the finest French silk chiffon, laden with over 500 Swarovski crystals and over 2,000 LED lights, which lights up to spell out Tweets sent in by fans in real time throughout the evening (via @EE and #tweetthedress).This was during the launch event of 4G by EE in UK. Few months back we did talk about some fashion accessories which do get popularised with politics ( political-fashion )  but its quite amazing to see this new creation inspired by technology . Not  that I dont remeber Mr Bacchan's costume from my childhood days which many of us would have been in complete awe of. Do comment on any other s...

Definitely of all the landscapes the one that I enjoy most is a Beach- sandy, sunny with a vast expanded horizon which calms you eliminating all the negativity, the sound of the ocean waves -soothing you from deep inside, lashes of these waves gently massaging you as if to say everything will be alright. Now that I'm In UK, one of such beaches that I particularly enjoy is Bournemouth- a large coastal Resort Town the county of Dorset , England.Being within an easy access from London its no surprise that the town & thus the beach has grown commercially as well but the sheer beauty of the beach & the possibility of finding spots-as-per-your-mood makes it much more special for me.  All the photographs here might not do the justice to the beauty of this place but choose a warm sunny day , hang on to some friends or family and this cant get better.. Entrance to the Commercial side of the Beach Commercial Coastline B'mouth Pier has like other UK...

It literally means  - A twinkle in my father's eye I’m quite serious – I’ve heard Jimmy enough & this is what she has to say all the time. I know SHE...When she was brought home back in 2001, her father i.e. my father, well all the same, didn’t realise it was ‘She’ so it was Jimmy.but then that’s the speciality of noun!!Something like story of “Chinti” who was so named cause her family, when she was still in her mother’s womb, instead of calling her by a weird family name like Beti B preferred a nick name Chintu. I’m sure you can make the rest what would have happened post birth. “Laxmi”, “Soumya “, did give high hopes to few of my male friends. One of the BBC article featured a story about list of banned names. Absurd it may sound or whatever be the validity of the claimed reason but every parent should have a right to name their kid whatever they like. Isn’t it??? Jimmy has not only been an obedient daughter but a congenial sister, playful c...

Creativity or Inspiration can be found just about everywhere.. I decide to bring all creative stuff to my blog in whichever manner possible. Never had the privilege to own such long locks but this wouldn’t have crossed my mind. As I long for something which I probably never even would have (thanks to my lazy genes) some lazy thoughts... The elegance of this tail is worth a tale Drops of Gold separated by bands Every strand of hair wishes to reach out till the end Flit & float with her bottom, waving 2 hands I entered the cafe & requested my coffee “Yes Madame!” she said, and took a round turn That’s when my eyes twinkled with Joy For this was something I had always yearned Mustered up the courage for this challenge was new, Had to speak in soft voice and you know guys Such moments have been very few Obliged I was by this pretty girl She had accepted my request She turned yet again, but for ME this time The photograph was taken, smiles exchanged, My big conquest  ...

घड़ी घड़ी  निगाहे हो  घड़ी पे घड़ी,   घड़ी न हुई TIME MACHINE हो गयी घड़ी  बोले, घड़ी घड़ी  क्या देखे में तो  वक़्त से ही चलू, जितनी भी तू चाहे देखे  घड़ी

वक़्त थम सा  जब जाता है   बदलता हुआ यह मौसम भी कुछ कह नहीं पाता है  मन भटकते हुए पूछता है. बस अब आगे क्या ? हर कोशिश पर नाकामी की एक छाप लग जाती है   हर उम्मीद ना-उम्मीद मे बदल जाती है   दिल भी  करहाता है . अब आगे क्या ?  आते आते मुस्कराहट होंटो का एक कोना छु जाती है   गुदगुदी भी चीख चीख के चिल्लाती है   क्या हुआ है तुझे - अब आगे क्या  ?  अब आगे क्या  ?  अब आगे क्या  ?  सवाल कम उलझन ज्यादा लगने लगती है   मां के कोख से शुरू हुई यह कहानी   बेहद सी दास्ताँ लगने लगती है   आज मे जीना भी एक कला है   हर एक है इस कला का कलाकार   बस कुरेद रही हूँ खुद को आज   फिर उसकी ही चाह मे  !!!!

Came across this absurd board at the Luton Mall. Ignore what’s written below on the board(barring the Red line). Will only make you sad.. :-) But seriously think about it.. What  would you do if you really are invited for “Lunch with God” What  would be your first thoughts ?? Would you  ponder over what the menu would be like or would you just jump like a child for an opportunity to take his autograph or photograph Would you thank him for  your existence on this earth  or curse him for sending you to Mrityulok. Would you narrate the best possible stories  that have happened to you till now or the worst experiences Would you care  if it’s a he or she  or what he/she is wearing ? A white n white from Bruce Almighty or a shiny blue sari from Jai Santoshi Maa Would you  try  and talk about only you or a bit of world peace & poor people as well Would you make him listen to your wishes or bother to listen to his as well ...

Last time when I started writing about Garhwal ,I couldn’t go much further. But this time I have collected some details & can promise to take you guys as well on a wonderful journey that I had been on few years back. What can a journey be without some confusion, goof ups & tu-tu-mai-mai . Supposed to be starting at 6 am in the morning we could commence journey only by 8 when Pankaj ( silent Jat driver) rushed home at NOIDA with shining yellow Rangeela’s-happy-birthday-dress.Im exaggerating, was only the shirt J . The Route that we traversed was NOIDA- Meerut- Haridwar-Raiwala-Kotdwar-Satpuli-Kotdwar .Definitely not the best route to follow but we had some prior appointments which needed to be fulfilled. This background is necessary for you to understand the delay  it caused. Kotdwar which is the basement before you start uphill to Pauri Garhwal was touched upon only at 7 pm that too with all 6 members onboard totally exasperated. Reached out to a local chai-wala , energ...

I hate Facebook as much I love it. Not that I’m one of those complaining about how much time I end up spending  on it, cause I really  enjoy whatever I do but NEVER EVER have I felt so much under pressure.. Why today! It is this process of decision making which annoys me the most. All this becomes even more relevant when talks about Facebook timeline is impacting millions who joined as irresponsible teenagers & will be unfortunately judged in their office circles now. I’m glad that facebook didn’t make any entry in India when we were teenagers. For that matter we should be thankful to be an Indian for we can never be guinea pigs when it comes to Technology .Only the tried & tested &  recommended review is made available to us. The decision making creates such a paranoia, for you know that whatever you write or say can be held against you. I sympathise with these poor celebrities .One moment of stardom  & woosh ... you turn into a pressure tight co...