Monday Mornings.....

  If only wishes can come true, I have one or two or maybe a few, And they're all about you, Without a prior hint or clue, and with not many huge plans to make, in you walk to play the cue, Everything I thought was sheer new, like there was nothing else left to do, but to wait for the cool drops of dew, What lovely eyes! What a view, not just a smile, but mischief too that could turn all my world blue, If only wishes can come true, I have one or two or maybe a few, And they're all about you.

When I was a little infant and was understanding the new found art of living, I was tagged #lazy, #naughty, #prodigy, #phenomenal, #pain, #touchy   When I grew up to a toddler and was learning your hard bound rules, I was tagged #slow, #immature, #jumpy, #tough, #bubbly, #plump   As I grew further finding my way into my teens and adjusting to your world, I was tagged #fair/dark, #fat/skinny, #hot/cool, #sweet/rude   Well into my youth, just as I thought I had mastered this mysterious art, I was tagged #ambitious/aimless, #achiever/loser, #leader/follower, #smart/cunning   A little later in my life, when I was gearing up to experience the vicious circle, I was tagged #best/worst, #gold digger/charity case, #too busy/too lucky   And now as I am almost nearing my end, I look back at the tags I have had all along, I can only think of one little thing – call it a dream, a desire, a plea, a request, an order,  a command, a question or whatever your heart is con...

Looks like centuries have gone past when you worshipped me like a Goddess not to mention, each of my forms was looked up to as nothing less than mere pious I have seen you rip me totally apart bit by bit, skin, flesh, bones and heart have been tormented and tortured too just for a few pleasures of beings like you And now you accuse me openly of putting in my demonic wrath against you oh! How could you even imagine a mother doing something like that to you How I wish I could soothen you make you believe I can calm you that it is all done by none other than beings like you and the ones suffering are also good souls like you.

Summers..... can remind you of the best times of life...... a gateway to spend time with your best ones!!!! Summers have come a long way from bright sunshines to scorching heat, from visiting the grandys to vacations abroad, from cool hill stations to trekking hills, from the flavoured ice candy to Creamstone ice cream, from filling water coolers to switching on Air Conditioners, from single activity hobby classes to multi activity summer camps, from Gen X to Gen Z, from this to that..... and more. For me, a lot has changed over the past 2 decades, summers included. And no.... it is not an attempt towards the self realisation that those golden days can never come back again. I wouldn't want them to come back too. In fact I must admit that life is just getting better by the day despite the hard hitting waves. I first thought I should start it with the phrase 'We believe.....', but then dropped the idea as it is not something much as a belief, may be just a si...

There are few things that we are taught at school, college, work or at life in general. But this is something everyone seems to be a master at irrespective of age, qualification or even experience. I sometimes wonder, if we were to adhere to all those stories about morals and values taught at school would we end up being a perfect human being, or since there is nothing or no one as perfect; at least near to perfect? I guess that is definitely debatable. One such thing which we were taught at school and were assuming that we never knew what it actually meant is to 'never judge a book by its cover...' Apparently even before we realize it, we are into it - judging. And everyone seems to be an expert at it.  So, when I was first taught this, all I did was go through all kinds of books to check with their covers for sizzling titles matching the image and the tag lines. Though I am not an avid reader, I have the habit of judging a book by its cover which fails to leave me alo...

According to the world's best teacher, everything does not remain the same and the essence lies in not remaining the same, for better or for worse. Anything that stays the same for long either becomes stagnant or turns out to be an addiction. This teacher of mine taught me that it is an art and there are no masters or leaders at it, only beginners and followers. An art that can make a world out of nothing or nothing out of the world. An art which is seldom taught but definitely learnt by one and all. An art which can turn the tables upside down. An art called CHANGE. As a kid I always wanted to change the way people around looked at me but could not help doing much about it. With the kind of ways that I chose, it was but evident that people around would surely consider me an insane nut with few loose screws here and there. Pity. Every now and then at School and College I wished for a change in what was being taught to us as it was like trying to learn something which I was not ...

For as long as I have known, have spent most of them for my lazy fantasies including sleeping.... sleeping and sleeping. After all that is what SUNDAYS are meant to be.The only day where I can be the ME . Actually I am the ME on any other day too. But this is the REAL ME. Ready to hit the bed even on a slight blink of an eye. So much so that I wonder if I am suffering from fatal LSD (Lethargic Sunday Disorder). The symptoms of this disorder are pretty peculiar. When someone asks me what plans I have for the weekend, I either come up with a fantasy plan which is everything but true or just dodge the question with a crooked smile and say NO big plans leaving people to wonder what those plans could be. Its hard to tune my mind to go out for a movie, an outing, having uninvited guests, a lunch or a dinner date which might be because of this disorder. So much so that at times it feels like war attending to phone calls from friends too.  To keep it simple and not make it look terri...