Memories on the trot..............

Because of what I thought you were,
                     and what you were not,
My memories of you refuse to blur,
                              and refuse to rot,
& my efforts at blocking you out
                        all come to nought,
                       more often than not...

There was a lot of Love we thought,
                            ----- "A Lot"!!!
But it got caught
              in the spinning onslaught..

Holding hands, being there.......
All elements of a sweet fairytale plot,
With untruths, the mind was fraught.

A fine canvas got a messy big blot,
T'were differences between what the
Heart said and the brain thought....

Do we now "see" what actually happened,
                            and what ought?

Full Circle.....

Life comes back full circle, you know...
And you will reap, whatever you sow..

You'll always be right here, wherever and however far you go,
Making me feel better again, whenever I feel too low.

What you told me years ago,
More often than not, I hear exactly the same words echo...
I donno whether to classify it as deja view or a future dekko!

Sometimes, when i enter into a tunnel dark and narrow,
The Ghost of the Past, as I perceive it, descends upon me,
and I feel all Joy covered with deep Sorrow,

The Past comes nearer, beckons me... & Lo!
It says: "From our conversations, I will need some words to borrow,
I couldnt be your Yesterday, but dont worry, I'll be your Tomorrow........ "

Beeg Bear Hugs!

In these days of play-n-plug,
There's one desire, which to all heart strings tugs,
There are many Someones out there who need a BEEG BEAR HUG!

Someone sad, someone alone,
Someone to tired to even brood and moan..

Someone who's standing still even today coz of a thud aeons ago,
Someone who doesnt believe a better future will ever come and last.
Or the one who's crazy speed makes his present a distant past....

Someone who's too scared to let go,
Someone who was once a go-getter but now lets life get the better of him...

Someone whose tears are framecast in the void of the eyes,
Someone who's eyes are long dead but whose hands beckon you.

Someone who wants to belong, but has been turned away for too long,
Someone who's forgotten the tune of her own song!

Someone who's only known Hate,
Someone who's given up on his fate.
Someone who's never known Love or its mystic gait..

Someone who's wide awake on a lonely night,
wondering wherefrom his next meal will arrive.

Someone who longs for a word, any word, as long as he's been spoken to,
Someone whose smile has long gone
Or the one who can smile despite bearing a hundred wrongs...

Someone who's had a lifetime of swimming against the current,
but now has no energy left to go on..
Someone who's life is a-drifting; who knows not how to move on.

Someone who was once a leader, but is now too afraid to even follow,
Someone who was once brimming with life, but now lives one so hollow!

Someone who was once a teacher but has now forgotten to learn,
Someone who, from himself, is on the Run..
Someone whose story may reflect your own (known or unknown)....

Each of these Some-ones need Kindness and some warmth ----
we're not talking of hearths and rugs,
Each of them could do with Beeg Bear Hugs!

Selected poetry by YT - Blast from the past.....Installment 1

In continuation with my entry (rather bold one! :D - read previous post for a backgrounder!) into the world of poetry, I'm trying to find all those pages, scraps, old diaries where I scribbled stuff....and posting them all  on the blog (Yeah: am not a big enough poet to think of copyright issues yet!! :). So here is the first batch / installment of 5 of 'em poems:

1. There's something thug-like in this throng,
Each one sets out to create and sing her/his own song,
But to the same universe of verse they all belong,Each of them is more alike than they'd thought, all along!


2.  
If there are wounds, there WAS Hurt,
No point 'ghosting' it away....
Forgiving aint easy, nay, not-at-all,
But walking tall again is important; how long do you want to crawl?

3. 

Lines designed on the palm indelibly,
Green Vessels carrying the Red Life tirelessly..
Thoughts criss-crossing the head at top speed,
Piercing the tenuous silence with mutinous noise,
Rings and bowed branches do not a tree's age hide,
Our memories tie up the Within and Outside...
Pick up the harrowed strings, colour them bright,
Take the reins, grip them tight...

4. 

In the grand scheme of Time,
There's nothing early Early or Late..
Time's tide will swell and abate,
But its our Choices that make our Fate...

5.

Who is Santa, they ask,
He is more popular than the Pope and he epitomises Hope.
What is Hope, they ask,
It is the rope that pulls you out of the well of Despair and it is a Cousin of Prayer.
What is a Prayer, they ask,
It is the talk which connects the souls of the Seeker and the Sought.
What is the finest thing that can be Sought? :)

Faith, Humility, Love are all fine,
But to a kid, it is still Santa's Mask!!!

to be continued.......

Same person - different lives!?!

I began my life with probably NO knowledge of what creativity is.
I grew up guessing probably I had not much creativity.
When I began work, I was convinced I wasnt creative,
People around me, yeah they're creative, many of 'em....
But me, no way!
Till there came a phase, where I stopped disbelieving in myself....
A phase where I began doing things I wouldnt have dreamed of, earlier - in my younger days i mean.
Sample of what I'm talking about?:

I karaoked. (donno how close it was to croaked, but that doesnt matter! :D)
I bunjee jumped.
I began getting fascinated by travelling far away places - on my own or with unknown people
I began talking to strangers. I began making friends relatively easily.
I proposed (not telling you to whom and how many times :P)
I started organising Meets, Events for causes close to my heart.
I participated in Inter-corporate Bowling Tournaments (not telling you how far we got, though! :D)
I began taking life less seriously for the things that dont matter and more seriously on the counts that needed improvement.
I got a wider screen view of the world - with all its good, bad, ugly - from the earlier narrow perspective on things.
I began writing poetry. Rhymes, mostly. But heyyy, I never thought I could!
I began exploring the inner & outer worlds a lot more than I ever did in all the years in my age.

Same person - different lives....or Same life - different levels of awareness. I pick the latter :)

Rhymes, yet again :)

I dont need the cover of the world,
Within myself I can hide,

Behind all the noise,
Restlessness and a yearning reside....

How I want to cast the mask aside,
I want to rebel; yet I want to abide

At any given moment we have just the moment to decide,
To trace the sameness in all, or to divide,

One day, the solution in the form of something or someone will arrive,
To all those doubts, all those questions, the answers personified..

Are you in the same boat? Hop on over, we'll together ride the tide,
You & Me, She & He, We & They, All side by side...

There's no way we're gonna lose the present, if we're thus allied,
If there's a right way to be: Tis to Be Bonafide! 

Alios Helios....

Yesterday, had a little discussion with a friend on Extra-Terrestrial Life ...likelihood, etc....something that i'm really really interested in..

While thinking of it today, my thoughts got penned down in the form of the following poem... :D

I had fun writing it, hope you have fun reading it too :D :D :D 

Poem begins:

As I stand at the beginning of Nowhere,

I wonder, who else is out there?

Far Far beyond the sky so blue,

There you reside, I know its true!

The more I think, the more I’m convinced of your existence,

Why aren’t you coming to see me yet…are you serving a prison sentence?

Whether your world is above mine, or under,

What stops us from getting acquainted, then being friends, I wonder..

Im keen to know how you look like, what you eat,

And whether you have more than two feet?

I want to know your family, your society,

And you can see my world, in all its variety …

I wonder whether you’re an extrovert or an introvert,

What will be chat about; and BTW, do you guys wear any shirt?

Do you have funny laws governing your world too?

Do you have oldies running your country too?

Do you experience emotions like Love too?

If yes, in case of a break-up, what do you do?

I mean, do you sit still and feel your pain?

Then do you go out and love again??

I want to know what have you evolved from,

Like us, do you wonder where you’re going to, and where you came from???

Ohh there’s so much I want to know about you,

Of you and your world, we have no clue!!

Poem Ends

360 degrees....

Love makes the world go round,
It creeps up at you silently, without a sound....

It makes sure you see no further,
You pay no heed to mom or dad, sister or brother...!

It warms your heart and brightens up your eyes,
Gives you an extra spring in your step, which you don't even realise!

It makes you feel good about yourself and the world in general,
All's right with the world, you feel, all is well....

It makes you do crazy things that you otherwise never will,
You jump into the river even if you cannot swim!

It fuels your dreams and sparks up your life,
Ohh, there's no scope for fear, nor stress, nor strife!

Then one day, that niggly wiggly truth in the form of doubt, arrives,
And throws Trust out of the window; now Suspicion thrives....

You so much want to clarify things, you so much pray for the doubts to be untrue,
But Alas, the bitter tragedy hits you straight out of the blue...

You love the person, but hate his ways,
You try everything hoping that in the end, the love and the dream stays!

Things go downhill, he's no longer the same,
Oh let things be Ok,, let things be Ok, is your constant refrain...

You know not why he said, 'Aye',
When all you hear now is sounds of 'Goodbye'...

In a torrid moment, you drift away,
You can't bear him afar, so in your heart he stays...

Retracing the time spent together you feel dizzy,
Everything seems to have happened in such a tizzy ....

What started out as the best solution, is now an ugly mixture of questions and puzzles...

You can close your eyes to things you do not want to see,
But you cannot close your heart to things you do not want to feel....

In the midst of all this, where has Love got lost, you ask?
Oh, its right in there, even when you feel your heart is all covered by frost...

The Love you had is never gone,
But yeah, for Love's own sake, you need to move on! :-)

ICQ

pic courtesy: newzar.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/depression.jpg

More than enough has already been said about Viveka Babajee's suicide...
frankly wild guesses and vague interviews with a few ppl were the only sources the media had ...but with what authority do they air/print this news?? What she did right or wrong during her lifetime or whom she met was none of the media's business... but they printed reams and reams of glossy news about her past...! its downright condescending - to be doing this to someone who's not even there to defend herself...
SAD.


What the media could have done instead is to portray this unfortunate instance in a wiser way...in a more responsible way...They could have focussed on the following:
1. Unbiased trend analysis of cases of suicides reported - any studies on urban vs rural trends, gender, age trends...domestic n globally...
2. Genuine expert opinions, thoughts, on causes, symptoms, forms, diagnosis, prevention, treatment of depression and related tendencies....
3. Role to be played by immediate support systems - family/friends in cases where a particular trend / set of symptoms is observed.. sort of a "how-to" guide for all people concerned...
4. Focussing on larger societal / economic / lifestyle / stress issues ... and mitigants for depressionary tendencies in such situations.. addressing issues across the large societal gap that India has come to attain...
5. Increasing awareness about emotional stress from childhood - (counsellors in school / college), accessible counselling centres/help care centres & most importantly, SoS facilities for immediate addressal of panic attacks or suicidal thoughts / behaviour...

The World Health Organization warns that by 2020 depression will be the second most common disease in the world after cardiac health problems. It is becoming a fast-spreading endemic...with innumerable cases that dont even get reported; nay, not even recognised / diagnosed.... We should start taking action no doubt...but then we should know what actions to take as preventives, in the first place...
Giving this issue due media coverage with the right insights would have been the media's humble contribution to responsible reportage! 

Rainbows n B&W

'My dream is to fly...
Over the Rainbow so high!'

I love this song, its video, its colors, its vibrancy, its dreams, its energy...

B&W vs multitude of colors... What do u prefer? Do u slot life and its myriad ways in very staid strict separate 2 compartments... Where there is not even a single point's commonality?

Or do u view them as a fluid, inter-changeable state of matter which can get altered depending on where u view it from?

Both Rainbow as well as B&W co-exist...
None has supremacy over the other... None can stake claim to be the Undeniable Truth....

The sooner one realises this, life becomes simpler to go by... Instantly... :)
Any thoughts on this? - do share them!

The Curse

She grew up without the real it...,
And never even realised its need then...

And when at a continuation of teenage she found it,
She wasn't really astounded...

So continued her lack of need for it,
She was busy on a one-track field then...

Slowly the thought struck and began to take root,
But somehow, she couldn't convert each single opportunity to a mass route...
and soon, off the idea did scoot !

Further along in her journey, she had some brilliant individual accompaniments ...
But never did dey make music as an orchestra brings!

Since they were all ragas of their own,
Moods always didn't match frequencies ... And so she was still alone...

Whenever she thought she had come nearer to one,
Circumstances always conspired to make each of them run...

So it went on for years n years..
and the thickness of the real n potential losses was now several layers!

She realised maybe she should go back in time....
But when u're so far, u can never distinguish a pound from a dime...

And even after years when she thought and she chose,
This epithany can't be really put down in prose..

scars whether given by near ones or those who are far,
Right upto yr soul, have the ability to char!

Till this day she wonders what n why each of this occurred,
Some stories she told herself, n some she heard..

It really is a miracle to have a circle of good frens,
Investing time in them makes real good sense...

But she also knows for a fact that the choice is not always hers,
Sometimes its thrust on u...its like a Curse!

P.S. - comeback poem :) also u'd have noted that I've not put any day count... Will not be mentioning it henceforth :)
Realised u can't always have a set agenda:)

day 45 - trip diaries... Contd....

Oh i've been to Heaven .... And back... :)
Ladakh is one place which everyone must visit at least once ... The landscape is postcard- picture-perfect! - pristine, demure, breathtaking and at the same time magnificient n awe-inspiring ...
The people (ladakhis) are also very nice n sweet folks... Imagine what they go thru at a place where winter temps go down to minus 30!!! N all u get to eat in winter is potatoes n dals (if u r vegetarian - which most of them are, being Buddhists ) ... Schools are shut for 3-4 winter months (nov to feb) ... some kids are sent away by parents to boarding schools in delhi n dehradun... all this I knew before I touched down at leh airport... Courtesy a pretty ladakhi
Teenaged girl named Rinchen (ladakhi name means princess) who was sitting next to me on the flight!
She also wrote down a few Buddhist chants for me....which was really sweet! We exchanged email ids ... She's not on orkut or fb! ... And also invited me to stay over at her place ... (not possible, this time around!)

Coming back to d landscape, there was this inexplicable feeling of Wow which comes to u when u walk out of leh airport and breathe d freshly baked air! like a fren of mine who visited the place last year (or last-to-last yr) says - ' one could never think bare rocky mountains could be so beautiful!' ....
I so so much agreeee! There are layers and layers of chocolate chip n vanilla (some mixed, some pure choc, n mountain ranges all around u... Each mountain looks different from d other...
Each tries to outdo the others in enamouring d beholder... !
But these gigantic mountains can also have a dangerous side - landslides are not new in this geography... the treacherous weather is not helpful either!
And who knows this better than d brave Indian Army!
Pls salute them while u're reading this...
Right from leh, all above, u see only army camps all d way - providing tourists with refreshment and restroom facilities....
And they brave d rough n ruthless weather at altitudes ranging from 11800 feet - Leh, to 18000 plus feet (khardungla pass)... Kudos to these guys!!!!

the trip was over in a tizzzy ... :) time flew... N so did we... Back from heaven to our respective cities.... :) but trust me d scents, d picture of this stupendous place stays with u...even after u're back to d hustle n bustle of mundane life !!!

day 44 - trip diaries - I

am writing this post at 4 am ... At costa coffee, @ delhi airport, in the company of 7 other girls who were unknown-till-9hours-ago...
excitement galore at the next 6 days :)))))) always wanted to go to L-square for a long tym... Didn't know it would happen like this... :)
Nice concept... This is... Travel with unknown ppl... far off place - 11500 feet above sea-level - different backgrounds, languages, professions, likings, .... All put together... One is an ex-airforce, one's a journalist, 2 of us from investments, one from a banking kpo, one's an auditor, one's an ad web designer... 3 more to join us in next 15 min...

the costa guy here looks totally bewildered....we've been laughing like crazzzieee over d silliest of things - right from 12.30 till 4 am.... Ladies night out... Full blast - Haha... High on cold coffees, juices, pastries, icecream.... Midnight feasts at complete abandon! ... All of us who had proclaimed dat we're Oh-so-sleepy... have not slept a wink ...
I think dats d thing about women bonding... Its instantaneous... Similarly dislike is also instantaneous... But that's not the case here, thankfully! There are some stuff that only my women-frens understand ... And I have only a fingerful of them!

Got to go, tym for the next flight! Will keep writing whenever I get d network!

day 43 - The 3 Musketeers !!!

Sunday May 9 - the historic day when Sud, Abhi n I had a long overdue Reunion time! (those who know us will know what I mean by 'historic':D and those who don't, will realise by d end of this post:D !!! )
The 3 of us decided to catch a play at NCPA (more on d fabulous play in d next post), and d programme was quickly charted out...
These 2 chaps were supposed to pick me up en route... And no surprises, they were late dan d original schedule by an hour!
(courtesy d hunger pangs dat sud felt post an aftnoon-long session of bowling...and then, he also needed to top up his snack binge by a vanilla-icecream-in-coca-cola! !)
Anyway, we were on our way with the poor cabbie who had a half-struck expression - as if he would burst into d SRK song - (badi mushkil hai, ... Main roun ya hasoon, karoon main kya karoon) any moment!
Sud wanted me to showcase my new-found singing talent in d cab itself.... and I had to wriggle out of d situation by remembering suddenly to call mona, our super-busy common fren... And have a loudspeaker chat ... (again poor cabbie uncle bore d brunt of our noisy commotional talk...) we decided within 2 min of d conversation to drop by mona's bldg (on d way it was!) n have a Fab 4 reunion... And den jab we al met...it was a flurry of quick, loud cross-talk, jokes, reminiscence of funny ol school incidents... Etc etc... All while d poor cabbie sat staring far away ! :D
And then again we resumed our onwards journey to ncpa...
We reached d play in the nick of time... The seats were on a first-cum, first served basis, but man! Were we lucky! ! We were amongst d last to arrive but got the finest seats! 3 cool last row seats raised to d finest height providing a marvellous view of the whole stage!

After the absolutely delightful play (more praise on d plays will follow soon), we strolled onto marine drive... Omg, the place is jampacked on sun eve....! Caught sum of their funny poses on my phone- cam... And we were about to walk towards d awesome intl cuisine resto nearby....when.... Sud sud-denly decided he wanted to take a royal warrior-like ride on d Victoria - a familiar british era-leftover seen on MD and norman point on weekends!)
It was only when Abhi n I refused to give him company atop d buggy dat he finally relented... Plus d guy was charging 200 bucks for a ten min ride!
Even walking towards d hotel was no less an adventure... We happened to see a rolls royce parked on d road and these 2 were moving around so suspiciously like a stealthy paparazzi that the driver of d car thought we were upto some thin...
Li'll did he know we were just plain crazie fellas lurking on horse-dung-in-d-air filled narmn pt streets at peak dinner time... By d tym we reached d resto, we learnt there was a one-hour wait involved! I guess d emptiness of our brains finally got to our stomachs... And we realised we'll have to go to an udipi hotel nearby to satiate our sudden hunger! Which we did!
Bickerings between abhi n sud continued all thru... Non-stop!!!
Finally, on our way back home, sud finally made me sing 3 songs! While Abhi played d part of sridevi in mr. India (angry at the kids wala scenario) ...

Whoa, thank God for simple-hearted frens... Frens who're happy in d slightest of joys, who can share and laugh at d same ol school jokes! Frens who prove that the best things in life are....... FREE! :)

day 42 - Seasons....

Just like there are seasons outside,
So they are inside...
The ones outside change only when the time comes,
The ones inside arrive and leave in a random manner...

Sometimes both are in sync, sometimes not so,
Sometimes with Joy we rise, in Sadness we sink....

Sometimes when its Spring outside, its Autumn inside,
When hope blossoms outside but withers within.......

Sometimes when its Summer outside, its Raining cats and dogs inside,
While the sun scorches our body,
The raindrops cleanse the Heart and Soul....

Sometimes its stark Winter outside, while the Heart is warm,
Sometimes there's a storm and its Thundering outside,
While the mind is surprisingly, very calm.......

Now when I'm out in the sweltering sun, whats the need to crib?
When I know deep down inside, there's just a switch I need to flip....

We aren't always in tune with the Seasons outside,
But just listen carefully to the song humming on your lips....

Just like the Seasons outside need to change when the Time comes,
So also no one bad season can continue within us Forever.......

And while Eternal Spring is what we all crave for,
We do know that the entire package comes alongwith it!

day 41 - sometimes .... Just sometimes... ambivalence....is bliss!

In continuation to my damn good mood, as mentioned in my previous post, I want to share some new stuff I learnt... :)

I've always been an extremist - - - binary...either 0 or 1... To me, d middle path sounds synonymous to an inability to take a stand... And I detest people who can't take a stand (as a matter of routine) ...
So what learning am I talking about?? in the last few months I've learnt dat sometimes, though very occasionally, its OK to not take a serious, involved view of certain events/situations, esp when they have already occurred despite yr best intentions... you've already made yr best efforts, n they've not worked....... at such times, it feels good to step back, stay in neutral zone, be ambivalent in your reactions - not too hot, nor too cold, just room temperature! keep yr calm, feel good about most ppl (sorry we can't feel good about 'all' ppl :D:D )... Sometimes, its soothing to not try and slot / compartmentalise every single thing, or relation... Like a fren told me yesterday, somethings don't fit in any single dimension...
Sometimes, ambiguity is nice, mild curiosity is nice, constant humming (neither silence, nor pounding) is sweet...
it just is..... !!!! :)

day 40 - advice - free free free....... No thx !

For some peculiar reason, I'm gonna write some boiling stuff Tode, nope, I'm not in a foul mood, on d other hand, m in a damn good mood.... :D but dat doesn't stop me from spewing some pent-up anger!
So here goes -
some ppl are born advisors.... U speak to them of an issue concerning yrself n then dey start bombarding u with advice which u don't need or which even they wouldn't Follow. Themselves. They start thinking just coz u have shared this issue/s with them, u're Oh-so-vulnerable! And they can take d liberty of saying whatever they want, to whoever they want.
My feedback to them -
'Oh damn, before playing God, kindly realise dat u too have yr weaknesses, how will u feel if someone makes fun of u or taunts u from them...??? This is blatant abuse of the trust and faith someone has placed in u... Its a mockery of the word ''friendship''.
We are not perfect... Every single one of us makes mistakes..sometimes a series of them.... As long as our intentions were never wrong, no one, I repeat, NO ONE, except yr parents, has any right to criticize u for it... Solicited advice is welcome, unsolicited... No way!'

N yeah, now dat I've spewn this out of my system, I also hv realised dat I too must be objective in what I advice others.. N that too, only wen asked for it! :)

day 39 - type 1 type2

nahh this is not abt sum mobile quiz contest... Its a derivative of statistics, law, psychology... Confused ...? Lemme explain...
In statistics, there are 2 kinds of errors dat one can make -
Type I error - where u prove the correct possibility to be wrong.. N
Type II error - where u prove d wrong thing to be right...
The same philosophy is also deeply
entwined with law and justice - dats the same reason why laws are framed such that while 100 guilty may go off scot-free, not even one innocent must be declared guilty... At least dats d endeavour...!

D debate on which error is worse continues... Type I or II???

I thot of this today in one of my (now frequent) flash-backs... And dibba, before u flare yr nostrils, Nah it was a generic flash-back:D

I think Type I Mistakes are far more lethal...N can even be irreparable - wat if in today's selfish times, u lost a great friendship - due to a third person's lies or some unproven / mislaid accusation'...
when u realise wat u've dun, n want to re-trace d paths to yr friendship, its quite likely dat yr fren doesn't want to have nything to do vid u... Take another instance, where by the time u'd have realise the truth, Time would have already passed, over into d realm of eternity... How repentful u'd be then?

Type II errors, on the other hand, can be really a pain, gross mockery of justice, or a stark rude reminder of our (mostly silly) mistake, which unlike school, will not cost us a mere 1/2 mark, but also pinch/irritate/bug/ torment us non-stop ... But somewhere along our journey, our type II errors make us wiser, far richer in experience... Those harsh lessons remain with us forever... N n like a bitter medicine, ultimately help us heal and live better... :)

day 38 - time out :)

I took sum deliberate time out from bloggin for d last 3-4 days....Ahhh... Before I blame it fully on work, lemme let u all in on a lil secret! I wanted to see how many of u actually read my blog n await it.... and yr overwhelmingly unenthusiastic response is well....to say d least.... Hmmmm....... Ahmmmmmm.... @#*+&!
:D Nah, actually I wrote on each of the last 3 days... But have deliberately not put it up here on d blog...for more reasons dan one... maybe Someday later I will..

day 37 - words....

Words have phenomenal power.... its not said for nothing that the Pen is mightier than the sword! Not just the written word, spoken words too have the same effect... There are certain occasions when someone says something which makes your day .... Year... Even life...
some words - which have hit me....either when they were spoken or read or hours / months / years later... And have had a marked effect on my life... In someway..........
I've enumerated certain people's (non-family) words - spoken or written - that I've encountered and the associated Action / thought / feeling.... There's no hierarchy here... Its just a collection of random thoughts..

1. Kiran Bedi and Feminism..
2. Sarada Ma ( Ramkrishna Paramhansa's wife) and spirituality
3. Swami Vivekanand and Youth Activism
4. A.R. Rahman's music and Energy
5. Vande Mataram / jana gana mana and Patriotism
6. Enid Blyton and childhood innocence...
7. Rachel miss telling me in std. 9 that I'm a brave and courageous girl And Confidence
8. Rekha miss (my art teacher) writing C or D against my art grade column...and 'Non-creativity'...
9. Mantras and hatred for priests...
10. Shailaja Mule, a well-known career counsellor pointing out during a career guidance session in std. X, that I would do well in Arts... And I could take up IAS or Management...
11. Naniji telling me to choose MBA over an IAS....
12. Morning Assembly in school and Prayer
13. DDLJ's dialogues and mild crushes ;)
14. Someone telling me u must dress up well for yourself... (not that I took the person v seriously)
15. My dance teacher telling me I have 2 left feet - way back in early 1990s and awkwardness in dancing ever since.... Till the time dibba became my dance teacher! ...
16. A chance reading online ....and Adoption...
17. A chat conversation and A crush...
18. A moral science chapter on conscience ... And steadfastness to values...
19. words of hate in MBA and my turning an introvert ... Remembering My class teacher (again rachel miss) telling me I'm super talkative... I can begin talking even if placed in different corners of the class... And return to extrovertism again!
20. Conversations, jokes, laughter and Friendships...
21. Silence, words without any Sounds, and Faith