Jab We Met !

And those were lush green lands,
under azure sky,
And leaves were rustling,
Like their thundering sighs,
The fragrance of breeze,
Rolled over wheels,

A blanket of flowers,
A mighty heart,
Took a deep plunge,
Into a new world,
And they met for the time first,
When for beauty and poise,
Nature had accomplished its thirst,

And they later called it Love.

And my heart will go on ..

I think I have a serious liking for the places that run 24X7 around patterned life. Life running at all moments  at such places gives me a soothing heart. Airports, stations, bus stands, taxi stands, while I wouldn't like to mention hospitals, but seriously with a sight of these places, in general, I recount that life runs all the time in all possible dimensions, in a rush to grab some unknown, in a desire to meet unknown, or like a play which would reach its end, and in its limitations,in all habitats,in all time zones, with every possible emotion, under many clock ticks, it does run all the way and all the while.
As I sit to watch around,
I feel closer to Life.

We shall overcome !

It is like a tree standing in some gushing storms,
Battered by the thrust wreaked on it,
Struggling against the tormenting force that wants to take a defeat on it,
Beaten in unanimous direction of sweeping strength,
It suffers the pains in tolerance,
Leaves are gone,
Fruits lay alone,
Holding on to its roots,
Beliefs say,
It would go away.

Oh I see ..

I have seen bud growing and becoming a flower,
I have seen love blooming and filling up the heart.
From some days of flat presence to moments of passion and charm,
From laughter to heartfelt delight,
I have seen love sparkling and lighting up the heart.
From a luxury to one basic need,
From being just life's part to becoming one belief,
From some craziness of heart to a saving relief,
I have seen it all,
I have seen it grow,
Constantly.

Cakes all the way !

This post comes post my birthday to share the fun I had on blowing out cakes, eating and sharing them, using them as fruit and chocolate facial, and also the bummers my mother is through for preserving them in refrigerator.Here comes a picture essay which would tell a lil more .

Pineapple cake .. Pineapple cake is neday my fav. being the least sugary and very light to have.. This was by my brother .. 

This came as the first cake at 12 night , brought by one of my friends. Choco Chip.. Too yummy it was .

Strawberry Cake.. This too reached me at 12 sent by another friend of mine .. delivery boy could not spoil the taste anyway, what so he did to its look .. 

Infact it looked the most beautiful .. 

Here comes one home made even .. by my maami .. This is date palm cake ..  Ravenously eaten .. 

Chocolate Vanilla by my cousin .. 

 Each is so different from other !

This came as a sorry message from one of my dearest friends Amneet Kaur Jhiethe for forgetting my birthday  ..  Chocolate Truffle .. Thanks for forgetting .. :P  Super Cake. .

And I really had enough of them just posing even .. 

It was happy indeed ! :)

Eye-kohl and the waiter

There can not be examples enough to instance that at job, how one is required to be spontaneous, have a sharp presence of mind, be clear about what he perceives and putting it across in simpler words. Though these sound like to be very necessitated traits for anyone working on this planet, an example would throw more light on it.

I have this one funny incident to narrate,self-encountered one, in the majestic state of Goa which thoroughly would justify the capacities of a restaurant waiter in all aspects I aforementioned. 

A gang of gals, 5 in number was on a trip to the state of Goa. And getting ready in morning was ideally an affair of few hours only.One of them being myself is an easy bundle of nonsense and an invitation to laughs. A very dear friend of mine had one of the many varieties of eye kohl which is used to decorate eyes. Putting it like a line over the eye lid,usually called eyeliner, gives a good look. So one morning I told her to put that on my eyes too. And as she did her job, to fine tune and balance the amount of liner over both the eyes, it grew thicker in appearance and my eyes looked charcoal-ed  rather than beautiful.

As we were in hurry, we got down and started on for the day in our taxi. Seated in taxi, a glance in the hand mirror did not satisfy me with my friend's work on my eyes and I told her that I want to take it off. We were like lets do it at the breakfast restaurant.

Restaurant menu

they looked beauties ...

As we landed to feed our tummies, I rushed to the ladies room to wash off. But the basin there had no mirror. I came back to the seated gang and asked the waiter to which rest of the ladies were placing an order "I could not find any mirror over the basin. Is there any other around. I want to look into the mirror."

Reading my face, and my so baffled expression, and the amount of eye liner over the eyes, and my such strong urge to take it off, and my expression that stayed “Oh! I look horrible”, he jumped to say "Haan Madam, Thoda zada to ho gaya hai [Yes Mam, It is little more ]”

I was like ... Actually Dot Dot Dot.

He looked simple, sober and innocent.I tried ignoring as I did not hear to save myself from the embarrassment and fun the gals would have poked on me, behaving like no one heard.

But all of us had heard it. And we together exploded into laughter, And one of us was offended a bit more than anyone to say " We can get him thrown off his job. It is not done" And we could see behind how his manager was dealing with him.

And the phrase “"Haan Madam, Thoda zada to ho gaya hai [Yes Mam, It is little more ]”, we carried it all through our trip, exclaiming it every next moment and laughed like blazes.

Had the lady on his other side been in abundance of attitude, the impact surely could cost him a hell heavier, I suppose. But  as I said, he was spontaneous, and read that expression on my face so sharply and was gutsy to put it in such words. I was rather impressed at his honesty of expression, at his innocence and naiveness of not knowing  much about the world and its how-to-dos.

After taking off some of that kohl ..

On a reading note .. .

I was reading this book .Discovery of India by Pt. J.L.Nehru.Somebody came to me and asked which novel is it .I replied it is not a novel , it is a book. I know there could be a better answer :) . Clearly, this post is not a book review.Coz I haven't reached the last page yet .. :) Anyway! ..

I don't know why I picked it up from the book stand .It looked the most raw to me, very old and such old,historical things always appeal to me more than the contemporary ones. 
Such books even smell great, have a special aroma to fill you with. One of my friends say so. Visit her at http://hodgepodgemind.blogspot.com.

Every such art be it in the form of some book, movie, play always makes me talk to my inner self, helps me explore the world within myself, while I suppose it is not just with me but with everyone. Such things always take me to their world holding my hands and so smoothly dragging me with a not-so-recognizable impulsive force, override my ongoing emotions and feelings and establish their world of thoughts within me.

So, as I read through the book about some very old civilizations, invasions, evolution, progressions, I land into those raw worlds of not so developed races or probably too much developed for that time, and probably I could relate myself more to it since it talks mostly about my own land only.

I have been wondering to read about the years that have gone, a very easy process of time moving into the opposite direction in which I move. Standing from a time zone as far as some thousand years back make me question about the evolution of myself and everyone around and everything around. 'Everything' might seems to be an easy term, yet fulfilling to talk about the things that have evolved because truly everything has evolved.
 
And this feeling that I too shall pass like all those who have, and I have only a millionth part of this earth's age for myself fills me with all the vigor, passion and puts me in a fight to bring immortality to myself. I want to live forever. I want to see this world forever, to see how will it change in future, what would be the new evolution. I dont think our ancestors would have ever imagined their descendants would be doing the things we do and so can't I do the same for my descendants, but this imagination excites me that what new would flourish on this planet.

Change is constant, I believe. But it depresses me at the same moment.
How so depressed I feel about the changes, this Discovery of India  and world, nonetheless, will continue.