Thoughts

Thousand thoughts in seconds
Hard to explain........
Even harder to understand........

Why have i stopped talking over the years

Well, it has been very usual for me to hear, i thought you are a very arrogant lady when we first met!What are you thinking? Why so serious? You talk less...why so?

We tend to get judgemental about people, is'nt it?Unfortunately we judge people on what we hear from them or about them.Yes i too had a similar thought process, but over the years i have come to believe that its better to judge people with what we see rather than what they say.

I have faced many turmoiling situations over the years and eachtime i faced such a situation, i got more convinced...theres no point communicating when the world around you does'nt understand the same language as yours.

There are few who can actually manage to get me hooked in a conversation, these are those who are just looking for a good conversation and leave it with that.

Judge with what you see rather than what you hear!You might do a lot of good to the person who is being judged.

Till death do us part..............

5th December happens to be my mom's birthday.

As kids we spend most of our time with our parents and they seem to be our favourites.
As we grow, we make friends and our preferences changes,and we drift away from them.
Even when we are lonely we remember our close friends, but i realise that the emotional bonding with our parents never ever dies out.
There is a cord that binds us together and each one of us in our lifetimes, remember those childhood moments where our parents sacrified so many things, so that thy could just see us smile.

I remember one of the songs that was thought in our school and we had to sing it everyday.
It was boring to do so then, but now i realise , it was such a lovely song.

Its a catholic hymn, but equally applicable to your parents.Happy B'Day Mummy!

"Whatsoever you do to the least of my brothers, that you do unto me.

When I was hungry, you gave me to eat;

When I was thirsty, you gave me to drink.

Now enter into the home of My Father.



Whatsoever you do to the least of my brothers, that you do unto me.



When I was homeless, you opened your door;

When I was naked, you gave me your coat.

Now enter into the home of My Father.



Whatsoever you do to the least of my brothers, that you do unto me.



When I was weary, you helped me find rest.

When I was anxious, you calmed all my fears.

Now enter into the home of My Father.



Whatsoever you do to the least of my brothers, that you do unto me."

Do you believe in love?

All day long, i had nothing to do
Mundane afternoons made it even more difficult
The evening walk seemed like a routine daily chore
And yea, i spend endless sleepless nights

One afternoon, i found someone talking to himself
He looked stupid doing so
I gave him a second look and he seemed happier than i was
Eventually he looked more wiser to me

I tried imitating him, but alas!
He stared at me once and i yearned for the second
He continued with his ways and i with mine...admiring him
Suddenly it stuck me, i have not lived a dull moment since last 3 days

Next day he was gone
I looked for him everywhere
I never saw him again
But he thought me what love is

I can feel love everywhere and strangely for myself
Finally someone makes me believe in love

Fear Within

With a memorable past and a bleak future,
I live my anxious present.
I live it as my last.
Why do i fret? Why do i fear ?

That was him............

Born good at heart
It was never a blessing
For he never did justice
Fearing betrayed by his own
He caused pain to his own unknown

A Thought

An infant just born
Filled with love and full of innocence
Why breed him with fear and hatred?

Truth Never Dies

I still remember the day she was born.She was an ordinary girl like anyother girl, we named her Alya.As Alya grew we realized that she was ordinary but different.Being different she was loved and hated by her own people.

She was an immense source of motivation for many and a point of envy to the one in command.They felt threatened by her presence and thought of destroying her.They called her a traitor and a liar.They even slit her wrist so that they could tell everyone that she never thought she would get caught and hence killed herself.

Before death she roamed the streets looking for help, but Alas she got none.There were all kinds of emotions amongst people surrounding.Some smiling sarcastically thinking that her end has come, some with sympathy and some with helplessness.

Suddenly a thunderbolt came from heaven and stuck Alya very hard.She looked up and smiled!It was a content smile.When she died her thumbs were up signing towards victory and index finger pointing towards her tormentors.

You can kill Alya but how can you kill something which exist but cannot perish.Truth remains, whether we want it or not.How many of us have tried to resist someone like Alya? or have tried to be one?

Would you be able to live or die as peacefully as Alya did?

Remember - Truth Never Dies

A Tribute to the one who is dead but still alive within.Hope to meet her soon again.....someday.

Happy Holi'Day

Come Holi and down the memory lane i get nostalgic thinking about my idea of playing holi as a kid.

Back then, we played holi as if the whole world was one big canvas and we had the liberty to create mess all around....whether it was my school bus or my building compound.

Over the years, my idea of playing with colours have changed.The childlike enthusiasm is still intact though.

Happy Holi'Day


Photograph clicked with my Sony Erricsson mobile phone

World At Her Feet

Hundreds of years passed in proving that she is no less.
This fight for gender justice seems to have finally paid off, slowly and steadily.

Happy Women's Day!

Celebrating women liberation........


Sketch on paper using Crayons