Leaving the memory lane behind !

Bird sanctuary , a place to where birds from different parts of the world migrate to, looking for a better habitat and good weather. So it happened one day. We flocked together looking for a better future and tools to equip ourselves but seldom we knew about the friendship that would bind many of us together to last a life time. 

I still remember the day when my dad came to drop me with my sister. Like many of us, it was my first time away from home and everything I knew. Trust me it was not just the butterflies in my stomach but big whales churning inside. I was teary eyed and for the first time I saw my dad in tears that day. I was still his little girl and my old man was scared to leave me there among the people he hardly knew but what choice did he have? Watching my dad and sister walk away was the most difficult thing.  

I still remember the song I sang during my first ragging session; 
"Ajeeb daastan hai, kahan shuru kahan khatam
 Yeh manzile hai kaun si, na hum samajh sake na tum"
And I remember the ragging session held for all the first years in the LH quadrangle where I had to dance for a song on the table; " Merra naam chin chin chu"
Luckily it was so much better for me compared to one of my friends who had to hatch an egg and what not. But all that ragging surely helped us, the first years, to get along together and with our seniors too. Isn't it? 

Boyyyy was it crazy !!! Freshers' party,Internals, bidding farewell to seniors, talking about boyz, Raghavendra Mutt visits, By-two masal puris-gobi manchuris-ice creams, Long walks, Rs.1 kahara bun and 0.50p Banana,Maggie uncle,Our finance maintenance,Celebrating b'days, Queue-ing up for Sunday breakfasts, Jayamma's cooking, Midnight coffee/tea during semester exams, Phone calls, Visitors, College fests and then late night gossips and bitching. Oh my ,four years were so eventful that the memories we have will last a lifetime. Don't you agree?

We loved when we loved and we hated when we hated. It was a wonderful love-hate relationship. When it was time to leave after 4 colorful years it hadn't still sunk in that the lives were going to take different routes and it would never be same again. But as the years passed I missed it more and more by every passing day. The streets we loitered around, the place we flocked, the life we shared was coming back to haunt almost every night as I was under the impression that only OUR lives changed while everything else remained same. The 'let-go' was getting more difficult by each passing thought. 

However , revisiting the place ,has now, put a closure to the imaginary world I was living in. Nothing looked same or familiar. It's so much crowded now unlike before. The place has got a new map and it looks like a zigsaw puzzle that I have lost interest in putting together. For real, things have changed and there's nothing that awaits me back there. It made me realize that all those people I loved have always been with me all along and I have nothing to fear. 

Living in the past makes you nostalgic, sure but living in the moment makes it more exciting. Yes, that's the moral of the story that I have derived at. I have met new people since then and some have stayed with me adding to my lifetime of experiences. I would never want to go back and lose all that I have gained. I love it just the way it is. Rewind button is not what I want , all I want is to just keep playing for as long as I live !

What keeps you awake at night?

What keeps you awake at night?
An old dream which never came true,
A memory which is hard to forget,
Or a song which was never sung perhaps

What keeps you awake at night?
Hoping for a never ending journey
On a lane you walk every night,
Wandering aimlessly by the riddled maps

What keeps you awake at night?
A purple bike,a hand-made card and an old chocolate box 
A companion, an old friend and an alter-ego such a delight
A path never met, a hand never held, a forbidden fruit never bitten

What keeps you awake at night?
The river that lured or the fate that consumed
The death of a confidant or the unfinished story of the living,
An empty hug, a restless soul and a craving heart?

Botox and PM-S !!!

She says :

" Important disclosure: I have asked approximately a hundred women this idiotic question: Would you marry XYZ ( naming a prominent powerful leader) ?" and I wonder, really? this is that 'important disclosure' ?
The entire nation is in labor waiting for the arrival of their leader and all you are worried about is whether he's a marriage material or not? If menopause cannot make a woman wiser what else would? At the top of my head..... nothing !!!

I'm not in favor of the man in question politically but I'm worried about the reputation of lady-journalists being blown away. She goes on to say "He's full of himself, he doesn't speak, he thunders. He talks at people, not to them.....blah,blah blah". Woman, he's driving people across the nation, what do you expect? You want him to take you out on a date and listen to your botox talks? Have you lost it?  Know the difference between the one who is contesting for PM elections and the one who's looking out for a woman who's attained PMS status !!!

" He's not the sort of guy you take home to your mother,he appears arrogant and dismissive, self-absorbed and conceited. Chicks like appreciation... compliments " she says. I mean really????? He's a politician for godsake and he's not waiting for your mother's approval. Yes,chicks like compliments but they also like a powerful leader who can empower women. I'm sure chicks don't lust for a 65+ politician, if it's anybody then it's those irrational women who have lost their minds as they start to age  .....by the way how old are you?

This woman, who calls herself a feminist, is stereotyping women and this is exactly I hate in those women who say they are feminists. Is this what upholds your womanhood? Talk about leadership, type of govt. we want and not if each candidate is a marriage material or not. And now, keep your legs crossed and let your grey cells do some work too !!!!

Haunted and rendered sleepless .

Horror movies are a forbidden genre for me, a very big NO-NO and whenever I have tried to be brave I had to bear the brunt of my bravery for couple of weeks before I could fall asleep effortlessly and peacefully in the night. Now and then , for no reason, I put myself through it. My recent adventure was "Ragini MMS2'. When I watched this movie with my husband , I knew what would be in store for me for couple of days, Sunny didn't help neither did Sandhya Mridul....by the way what a waste !!!!!!

Surprisingly I got over it within no time but at that point of time I didn't know something else would haunt me for a long long time. I ignored all the signs and ended up watching 'Lakshmi', yeah that was the biggest mistake so far ! It's a gut-wrenching movie ,believe me and ignore no signs if this is in your bucket list. 


I have read reviews where people have compared this with ''Mandi' but watching this one is a tormenting experience by many folds than Mandi. Mandi was a sarcastic approach and undoubtedly one of the master pieces of Shyam Benegal . On the other hand, Laksmi is a plain horror that tears your soul apart. It's definitely more intense and agonizing journey. 

Now I feel silly to have got scared for watching movies that shows action after death. What's more haunting is the life of some people and to them, death is greener and inviting. A 14 year old girl, going through the terrorizing life events taking away her innocence and fragility along with the hope of a better future. I will never forgive you Nagesh Kukunoor for taking away my peace and leaving me to deal with my sleepless nights. 

But the question really is , are we being human?

Retrouville - Courtesy : WORDPORN FB page.

Rediscovering what I left behind more than a decade ago which is an integral part of me and who I am, was more joyful than I thought. The entire map has got a new outlook but I found out that some people , who have always mattered to me, have not changed , atleast not as much as I thought. But again, I'm not always right, am I?

I grew up among women who were strong minded and did what they always wanted to. Today, if I recollect my childhood memories I don't find a single one without my sisters being associated with it. I was always taken care of, looked after and tended to. They have all been my mothers at one point or the other. I may not be as strong minded as they are but I've a bit of all of them in me. Somehow my sisters always knew what was right and they were all on their best behavior. I have tried, believe me I have but failed as many times as I attempted, they must have set the bars really high !!!! The first thing comes to my mind when I go back home is how pampered and protected I was ! Being the youngest has its perks, what do you say ???!!!

I love the fact that my parents never really imposed anything on us and let us be what we wished to be. I guess that's why all four of us are much similar and yet extremely different from one another. We actually lived a carefree life and continue to do the same even now.

• We would hang out till late ( No questions asked). 
• Our friends used to stay over (this is even before we heard of 'slumber parties' ).
• Chose to study what we want ( and all four of us ended up studying very different courses but ended up not using any of it!).
• Never imposed any caste, religion based obligations and never pushed us to be the conventional ones ( I guess that's why we are weirdos today but we all enjoy being that!)

I 'm ever grateful for having a family like that who's not theatrical but sensible enough not to step into each other's space.

Then come the people of my small town. It's really nice to meet people who have been that part of your life which happens to be the actual 'growing-up years'. My childhood friends are not just individuals, I have a relationship with their entire family. I'm one of their kids, so now when I visit them with my husband , he becomes the son-in-law for them and just for that he gets a royal treatment from everybody! Ahhh, how nice to be back home and look at all those wonderful people and be thankful that I still have them in my life.

Map was disoriented but not the people. I forgot to thank one of my childhood friends who lent his two wheeler to us to roam around. I didn't thank any of them back home as I knew I was going back there and I couldn't thank enough even if I said it every time I went there. And the only thing that still breaks my heart is the fact that a piece of my heart went missing and there's no way for me to find it as long as I live !!!!

p.s :  Retrouvaille - " The joy of meeting or finding someone after a long separation or rediscovery. (Courtesy : WORDPORN ,fb page)