Tuesday, 29 September 2015

But only if we learn to Shuffle.

The same old playlist
I have been listening to
The same old songs
I have been enjoying, true!
Got bored, got irritated
Thought to switch
'N make a new list;
But I stopped at Shuffle
A feature I never used
but time to get it screwed;
I put it on
With the same old list
With the same old songs
And believe me, my dear!
It worked wonder!
With the unexpected
I enjoyed better ;
Came to think 
Life is also an old playlist
With the same old routine
With the same old twists
No turns are new
nor any dish special to chew!
But only if we Shuffle it
and then press Play in it
and then pause for a moment,
we might get the same routine
but with unexpected beauty!
Days will be brighter
and nights will be shinier
But only if we learn to Shuffle
and then play the playlist;
Stop fretting over!
Pause peering over!
Just stay back and relax
Chill and have a crack
Of life or a joke may be,
but just stay back!
Get that hammock
If you need it to be;
Tryin' to outrun life
I don't say is very wise;
It's better to lose
and call up a snooze;
Wake up with unusual mornings
Sleep with romantic nights,
With stars to gaze and
sun rays to bathe;
Make the new with the same old brew;
Just stop playing the same old fashioned way
and let life shuffle it for you in a better way
Do it! and then tell me
Whether you felt the new tickle comin' you the old way.  

Monday, 28 September 2015

Respect others' time.

In my view, time is not money. It possesses a greater worth instead. When utilized with skill and efficiency, a lot positive can be done just in an hour but if not treated well, hours can drain in futility. That is why probably, everyone says, respect your time.

And I might dare to add - As well as others'! Time does not run differently for different people. It runs on the same wheels for every one of us. It is the track that we create for it and then it runs its course differently. For me, time is timeless, nothing can match its power, capability and healing essence. So I dutifully respect my time but when others do not, it hurts. If you have made a promise for a meeting, movie, studies, shopping, workshops, classes etc. to someone else, please appear on time. People do not have extra minutes to spare just because you are low in communications or helplessly ignorant. Emergencies can also be shared if not right away but surely after a short while. But make it a point to not to break your promise. It is very important.

Mind it!

Thursday, 24 September 2015

Tremors stronger than any earthquake.

A few days ago when I was working on my story in my writer's nest, I heard a child's cry. It was sudden and a very unusual cry. I stopped typing for a second thinking it might belong to my wing but when the heart-wrenching sound continued, I had to stop writing completely. By now I was sure the cry did not belong to my community. It looked as if someone was beating a boy kid mercilessly and he had got nothing but to cry and bawl in return. It was coming from some house very nearby. I saved my document and ventured to the balcony to see where the commotion was coming from. I observed it came from a house almost adjacent to our society boundary. I sighed because the child's cry was too much to bear. Usually nothing can make me move when I am at work, absolutely nothing (except a natural disaster) but that gut wrenching sound bore stronger tremors than any earthquake.

I wrapped a shawl around me and went downstairs. I moved along the house to confirm again. I heard the same sound. I called for my society security and told him to knock at the house window and get the lady stop. He hesitated. I understood. It was not our matter at all! But I stood stubborn, refusing to back down. The kid's cry was twisting my heart with enormous pain and I was writhing with it. I had to stop it. A few more people gathered around but no one dared to knock at the window. Fortunately, one lady came in the front balcony and right in front of us. The distance between us was pretty less and we could easily talk. I started.

"Hi! First of all, I am very sorry because this is not my matter but I have been hearing a kid's cry from your house since a long time. Seems someone is beating him severely. Can you please make it stop?"

The lady stood in mild amusement. She certainly had not expected anyone to react on her house matter like this at all. But she was adamant, said,

Saturday, 19 September 2015

I want you to know by Selena Gomez.

Sharing a song that I enjoy very much. Be its Selena's sensuous voice, music, lyrics or the feelings encapsulated underneath them, all of it is capable enough to bring a dull moment alive. Listen and enjoy! 

Friday, 18 September 2015

In the oyster of night.

In the oyster of night
lay pearls of hopes and dreams;
they twinkle they shine they look divine
and I gaze at them with open eyes;
Yet it's not the shine that catches my eyes
it's also not the shell that lures my attention
it's rather the darkness of night
the kohl of skies
that gets me stumbled and stupefied;
How wonderful it'd be to get lost
in the arms of such night?
What fun it'd be to wander
from one to another star-light?
I wonder as I surrender;
So what are you waiting for?
come let's go!
let's weave a magic show
let's dive into its intensity
and prosper under its beating glow.

                                                                                - Priyanka Baranwal

Tuesday, 15 September 2015

My Book Day.

Today was considerably a different day for me. No. I did not turn into a super model this morning. Still a simple girl with big dreams. I had been reading a novel since last few days. This morning, it came to an end. The way it breathed its last was a bit unexpected but enjoyable. A smile wretched onto my face after reading it. Any book lover knows that books tend to fly you high with different imaginations and beautiful intriguing characters. The same happened with me. I was reading Tonight and Always by Nora Roberts. Story is not much of an extra-ordinary read (a simple movie like plot) but the way Roberts had ended felt good.

Somehow after finishing it, I was pleased and decided to spend whole day doing nothing but just reading. I even created a writer's spot at my home to please my reader self. Have a look. Then I spent the rest of the day reading different novels. It felt so good that I called the day My Book Day; a day when I can do nothing except reading my favorite authors. And it felt sumptuously great!

Monday, 14 September 2015

Forgive when you are ready. If not then don't.

I just logged into my email account and found a mail from a motivational website covering this - Why to forgive people you hate the most. You can click to squeeze some sanity, only if you prefer.

Admit it! We all have either one or a bunch of people whom we truly hate from the bottom core of our hearts. And it doesn't come any easy to just forgive and move past them. Reminding myself to act sane and being human, I clicked on the link just to see whether the reasons covered on the website could purely justify my own. Some of them did for sure. For example - forgive for peace of mind, better health, because you are better and all that similar stuff. I agree! Forgiving someone of their misdeeds does bring a hell lot of peace to the mind, relives stress and thus, resulting into a good health.

But again, it is easier said than done. Some bruises stay exposed and keep scathing themselves as time ticks by. It does not matter how much time has lapsed since they have come into existence. Those bruises just refuse to die. They stomp deeper denying to diminish their morbid presence despite of the bright sunlight of happy times. Every time you remember them, you will find them breathing as subtly as they had just occurred a minute ago. Their sunny side will always be up to tease you with their never-ending prickly shine. Some bruises, some bitter memories or a cruel part of destiny simply cannot be removed just for the sake of achieving a good health or in order to become a better person. One can easily refuse to be a better person on such fronts. Because the hurt, the pain those bruises have been causing can be very unsettling at times. You may curse the person, or the destiny or sometimes yourself (even if you were merely a victim), for being a part of all of it. But no matter what you do, some portions of memory walls can never be buried behind the thickest of bricks and with most promising cement.

To be able to forgive, however, I know is rising above the average. Some people are just not ready to rise up to a higher level. May be the hurt people have caused them are heavier than the light synergy of soul-uplifting.

Sunday, 13 September 2015

Dear mom and dad.

Mom and Dad, you both are the reason I'm so strong,
With you two steering the way, nothing could go wrong.
Thank you both for always being there,
And showing me that you care.
Words can never explain how I feel about you,
But I hope you know that I truly miss you two!


I am a little low key on health note right now. This noon after lunch and embedded with seclusion, I rocked myself on the swing thinking about old childhood days when my father used to surprise me with different games and dolls during the bouts of my sicknesses. I loved him! for being so thoughtful. Mummy, as usual, cooked food suited best to my ill status to which I always grunted. Grandmother was doubly nice. I used to snuggle next to her and she always talked ever so softly with me. I was her favorite grand child (let me boast a little. It feels good). Today I miss them so very much. I just can't say it at times.

I think 'bout those days. Where they have gone? And why? Even if I can get them back right now, I would hesitate to live them. Because I am a grown up now. Won't be able to relish as I am supposed to. Therefore, I'd rather prefer to be a child again so that I could enjoy things I have missed. A little girl layered with love, affection, hugs, kisses and some warmth and protection. A few gifts would be like cherries on the cake just to quicken the process of recuperation. 

Friday, 11 September 2015

You can not own the world.

Apart from my swing and the balcony in my house, I love the terrace of my building. It is conjoined with the rest three blocks and makes up for a big uninterrupted space. I love it! Where the rest of the world go downstairs and chat, I prefer to run to my self-declared castle of freedom and do things that I intricately like, like drinking my tea, listening to music and reading my books. The absolute silence and hovering beautiful sky make up for two perfect companions. Yeah! I am a person totally unfit to this world :)

But this evening, my castle was raided and I sat helpless while reading my novel. There were a few people standing at a good distance from me. They appeared to be involved in what seemed like a fun conversation but with every raised pitch, I grimaced nonetheless I was down looking at my novel. With their fun unclear chattering, it was a little difficult to rather concentrate on reading but I kept my head digging deep between the pages though. Sometimes you feel you do own a place when no one crosses it for a long time. You feel it belongs to you as much as you belong to it but the moment someone does it, you feel like it is a cheating. A total unfair thing! I may call it those few people trespassed in my territory and much to my displeasure, I couldn't sue them but sit on a small stone trying harder to read the interesting lives of Jordan and Kasey. It was a very unsettling feeling that now people know about my secret castle of freedom and they may dare to pop there anytime they like.

Someone has said it rightly. You can not own the world. In my case, I can not own the terrace but I wish I could.

Thursday, 10 September 2015

Why should boys have all the...burden?!

As I sip my green tea, here is the post which was supposed to be written last month (August) but as time gets ticked, I tend to get lazier and lazier. Thinking it's never too late, let me pen the thought here finally.

Well, in August fell Rakshabandhan (an Indian occasion where sisters tie rakhi on their brothers' wrists. This is done in an attempt to receive protection and forever love from brothers but these days, expensive gifts come along too. BTW, I too received such a gift and that is why, I love my little brother more now *wink*). Me and my best friend were discussing this ritual. She has two little daughters and a very cute ones on that note. I asked her whether her daughters miss for not having a brother. Her reply amused me and altered my perspective regarding the occasion altogether.

"I don't believe in a shit that for protection and love, a brother is required. A sister can provide it too. I make both of my daughters tie rakhi on each other's wrists and get them understand its value and meanings. Whatever happens, they will love and protect each other always. And for this, they really don't need a brother."

I smiled broadly. She instantly changed my view. It is so true. Isn't it? Why boys should have all the....burden of protection and promises? Why male members of the family are bound to protect their siblings? A sister can do this too! Because a girl is as strong as a boy. Thus, hats off! My dear friend. You perfectly played the role of a great teacher.

Sunday, 6 September 2015

The unnamed story.

This story I read somewhere and think it's worth sharing.

"My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.

Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.

I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.
One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.

“Why?” he asked, shocked. “I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!” I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can’t even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me:” What can I do to change your mind?”
Somebody said it right, it’s hard to change a person’s personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : “Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let’s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?” He said :” I will give you your answer tomorrow….” My hopes just sank by listening to his response.