Lose Love to Find Love

Sometimes love is like the pair of misplaced spces that makes u look everywhere, only to find it propped on top of your head.
You need someone else to tell u 'Dude, You have it already. Stop looking all over the place'

Why do we grow up!

I woke up a January Morning to get ready to leave for work.
A glance out of the window with still heavy eyes and even in the darkness i could see the mist.
I knew instantly that it will be an extremely foggy day. That meant extra travel time and extra layers of clothing. Needless to say i wasnt happy about it.
About 30 mins later my cab arrived and I left. On the way i saw a kid of around 6 come out of a building on a two wheeler with his dad. He was mesmerized by the fog. I could see his eyes grow bigger as he scanned the surroundings. He said something to his dad happily,presumably about the fog. His dad could only manage a grunt in reply as he was trying to focus his attention a white space ahead of him.
The same fog that gave wonder to a child gave me a frown.
Wish i hadnt grown up.

The Table of Nineteen

I recently had the opportunity of volunteering as a teacher for a charitable school.
I spent my first Saturday with class IV. I started out with a casual conversation in my attempt to know the students better. Within minutes i knew that the kid in the first row was different.
I could see a twinkle in the small eyes that showed the desire to become someone when he grew up. He wants to be an engineer one day.

I told him that he must excel in maths for that. He told me how he knew tables of all numbers till 20 in English and Telugu. I couldn't resist asking him to recite the table of 19. I had no way of checking if he made any mistakes. ( I do not know the table of 19) but he sounded correct.

I wonder why life makes some of us work harder than the others.
Like they say - a chunk of coal must go through enormous pressure before it becomes a diamond.
I hope this one diamond shines on....

Luck...

An email told me that i won't be going to my preferred MBA college this year.
Another time i had reached within inches of making it and then failed.

I was really angry...at no one in particular....
After twenty minutes of crying over the unfairness of life i went to the next room to get something where my friend was working on the laptop.

On the stark black background of her screen were bold silver letters that read
'Not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck'.

Suddenly it didnt seem like the end..

Sick and sick some more!

First I got sick with flue. Fever, body ache and the likes.
Then i got sick of being home alone.
Then i got sick of watching TV and wasting time over the internet.
But so far the most sick i have been is because of listening to people and their advise for getting better.

'Take antibiotics'
'Have hot milk'
'Sit in the sun'
'Get as much sleep as possible'

It may seem that my health has become an issue of national importance.
But on the contrary i think Indians just love to give advice.
Be it a colleague buying a new bike or be it a friend sending flowers to his girlfriend. We can be counted to have some new idea to add to the dilemma.


I know i do it too. But I wonder what is the pleasure that we get from it all.
Maybe the next time i feel like sharing my uninvited inputs with someone i will hold my advise and see what happens...
And in the meantime u guys r free to guide me with the 'Do's and Don'ts for an irritated soul'

Mommie knows best!

While watching a recent bollywood movie i realized how the hero usually has a famous idea from his mom that he quotes.
Remember Shaurukh's mom tellig him 'Sahi raasta and Galat raasta ' funda in DDLJ or Kajol's mum asking her to look for love in Fanaa.

Wonder what my mom taught me that i would wanna quote here.
Unfortunately her most precious pearl of wisdom isn't anything that will make my life easier if i ever decided to elope.
Mom's words often ring in my ears when i lie in bed waiting to fall asleep.
'Brush your teeth before u sleep otherwise your teeth will fall off one day soon'.

Wonder when Yash Chopra will make a mom say the same to the hero instead of the lame 'Maine tere liye apne haatho se kheer banayee hai bete'.
Something tells me its going to be a long wait...

A Bottleful of Emotions

I miss writing - the old fashioned way.

The SMELL of ink filling my nostrils as i scribbled away.
The FEAR of being yelled at by mom for having ink blots on my school shirt.
The JOY of getting my first imported fauntainpen on my 10th birthday.
The FRUSTRATION of the nib breaking in the middle of an exam.
The EXTRAVAGANCE of having a collection of pens.
The SATISFACTION of making a to-do list and ticking items when they are done.

So many emotions in a small Chelpark Ink Bottle.
Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!