Rise.

And sometimes, storms help you find your feet. 
Volcanoes erupt and new lava is created. 
A phoenix regenerates from its ashes to provide motivation.
Sometimes, all you need is to look around and observe, 
There is no rhyme and reason involved in moping. 
Rise up and claim the place which wears the crown. 
Unless power is gained, ruling over your kingdom is futile. 

When she will be gone...

As she smiles in her sleep, my heart skips a beat. 14th September 2014 is one of the best days of my life. A warm bundle entered my life and just lifted my spirits up. A fresh wave, a new zeal came through the door.

Today, as she celebrates two months and 3 days of her existence, I just can't imagine my situation after the next 25 days when she will go to reside where she rightly belongs; her own home. I think, grandad, dad, mum and me will feel like we have been stripped off of our smiles.

This reason I'm talking about is my cousin Bansree. When my bua wanted to name her so, all of us cousins really felt like it was a medieval name; but today, when she looks our way and cackles, we feel the name suits our gunda. Bansree in Gujarati means the flute. It has a direct link to Lord Krishna, my favorite out of the rest. Currently, I feel she just has it in her to make me feel that God does exist. One look at her, and my head is cleared. When she is next to me, not one thought passes my head. I want to stay like this forever.

Her eyes have this pull which makes you sit by her side. She coerces you to take them into consideration and forget about the damn world. They remind me of doe eyes! Her tiny limbs and chubby body fit really well in my arms; and I feel like never letting her go away. Only if I could.

Two months but she is bloody intelligent. She can gauge emotions and behaves accordingly. When she knows that there is some tension brewing in any of our lives, she creates an uproar making us forget things. When she feels we need our time, she just keeps staring at us. She has the secret draught of soothing people.

Her voice fills the day with activity. Once she leaves for her daddy's house, our house is going to feel empty. The constant chatter patter will die down to occasional laughter sessions. Each of us busy into our fast paced lives. We all needed her to brighten up our dull and sullen daily existence.

Nilu fui, thank you for this gift. Just thank you. I love you Bansree. :*

Happy ever after?

Growing up, fairy tales painted a rosy picture for all of us. We dreamed about princes and princesses in their princely states, talking about their charm and beauty. Was it all of them just basking in their vanity? Happy ever after became a motto of every young kid.
Turbulent times arose and happy ever after started to become a myth. Situations and their repercussions pushed us to stop believing in the hopes of a merry future. Why is happy ever after only related to having a partner? Why can't happy ever after be obtained in other things? Why are we only always looking at the big picture, ignoring the small things in life?
I kinda became oblivious to the charms of happy ever after. Some recent incidents shook my will. Seeing some people work hard towards making life easier for others, not resigning their lives to fate, changed my perspective. Happy ever after has to be achieved and earned, it can't be gifted. My faith in happy ever after is resurging. Again, its not only couples striving hard for their happy ever after; I see various individuals going out of their way. Happy ever after may not be a myth after all.
I shall see you around next time, till then I'm laying the foundations of my happy ever after, with or without someone by my side. :)

Some other day.

Ask me to share a memory, and if I'm lazy; which I usually am, I'll say some other day. This some other day phenomena has turned into a regular occurrence. Maybe that is why, after January, the onset of May is the time I turn back to this blog. 

I initiated a blog because I felt I really needed to voice my opinion. I needed to vent the built up emotions before they reached their own climax, and burst out in their own pompous manner. Seeing a few other buddies and acquaintances coaxed me to come back to writing. Encouraging words aided the return.

'Some other day' became my preferred statement. "Want to hang out? Some other day; let's grab a cuppa? Some other day; write Shachi write. Humph, Some other day; Expand the list and your horizon. Can you please let me breathe in peace, I'll do it some other day." So on and so forth. 

I write this impromptu post (well all blogs are impromptu) to discard this some other day which lurks behind me all the time. So many opportunities I've let go, so many disappointments I may have handed. If I go out in search for the root of this wretched pushing away action, I will be faced with a hell lot of reasons. Maybe somebody rubbing me the wrong way, maybe somebody breaking the small trust I placed on them, maybe somebody keeping me on a leash. Whatsoever. 

Since this realization dawns now, I want to let the some other days wash away and start picking up on all the today's. Procrastination and laziness, or maybe, even the highhandedness I sometimes resort to, have to be locked into a closet. Obviously, not accept everything which comes in my way, at least make an effort to try to give it attention then and there. If the person opposite is in despair and genuinely needs a helping hand, not mock it away. 

I want these some other days to vanish. Just go boom and away. These some other days lead to over thinking, and oh boy! How big a victim I am of that clique. Instead, the today's will allow me to open up and find new means and methods to conquer. A fresh wave shall be spread. But till that all happens, I shall see you some other day. 

Ah! Caught me there. I have to get back to writing because I experience a new sense of exhilaration. The tingling naggling bits tend to fall off the window. Well well, I hope to come across some other nag, some other guilt, some other curiosity to write about soon. Till then, adios amigo. (If you do visit my blog, that is. :P)

Rant and Rant All Night Long.

2014 has walked into our lives. 2013 has to be done and dusted with. How easy that sounds, but how troublesome it is to get over things. 

 Moving on has become a part and parcel of life. Bidding adieu to all those memories which were the reasons for happiness at a point of time. Sometimes, one never realises when nostalgia- the sweetheart has turned into nostalgia- the bitch. I sound too pessimistic most of the times; but I think that is how my outlook towards anything has become. Hopefully, in this year of 14, a new wave shall ride over me, which shall bring happiness galore. 

This is more of a short welcome the new year note. Ranting can be dealt with later. A few wishes from this new year. Let's hope they managed to be fulfilled. First and foremost, I need to pull my socks up and get back into the game. Ace it, perhaps! The lost passion and concentration has to resurface. That fire and desire has to reignite. The reasons for distractions have to wrapped and sent through time travel back to the past. Optimism has to become my new bed mate, and, even self confidence. Insecurities have to be kept at bay. The acceptances should not lead to overthinking. 

Curiosity should not kill my cat. Rude tongue to be controlled. Irritation to be changed into patience, while curt replies into jolly long ones. Relationships to be respected, friendships to stand the test of time. 

Hyperactivity, quirkiness, randomness, impulsive behaviour to never change. Stupidity level to be raised. Heartbreaks to reoccur so as to have a driving force towards my goal and a new vigour. :P More eye candies to be found. More avenues to be explored. Fear of the wrong or scary has to disappear into oblivion.

Hope, I manage to challenge myself this time around with all this and many other things and come out as a winner. Backing out shall not be allowed. My chitter chatters shouldn't stop. All in all, 2014, be the best time of my life, a time I look back to and not regret. 

Royal Rajasthan & Its Romances.

Memories. 
This word holds the key to too many secrets.

They say journeys and destinations shouldn't be worried about. My opinion differs. Both the journeys and destinations matter. A trip of even as minuscule as 5 days has so many elements to offer. Monuments which make your heart swoon. Their history which makes you dwell into their magical elements. 

I visited the royal Rajputana land. The land which has given stalwarts like Panna, Kunwar Mansingh, Maharana Pratap makes a person hold their breath by its scenic beauty. Considered to be dry and dusty, this mystical land captured each and everyone's hearts.

An industrial visit organized by the Chemistry Department of my college, I was zealous since a month before the departure. The excitement of hanging out with my second year buddies was overwhelming. The trip was all that I had on my mind. It was all that came out of my mouth in my constant mutterings. I didn't expect to end up meeting and falling in love with the other people on the trip along with me.

The departure was scheduled for 12:55 pm on the 22nd of October. We were a staggering 111 gathered at Bandra Terminus from 11:30. The trip itself started on a good footing. My parents surprised me by booking a Tab Cab when I was in the illusion of moving by train and was cribbing continuously about the same. As soon as I stepped into the Terminus, a sea of people stood in front of me. We were all over the place. People were already in their groups. Handshakes and curt greetings with faint smiles with the rest of the crowd. I thought this would be the same scenario on the last day. I didn't want that to happen. I can say, my wish came true.

As it has to be with trains leaving from Mumbai; and since we have to showcase our patriotism, our train, ironically called Garib Rath left almost an hour later. By this time, everybody had grown restless. As soon as the engine revved up, there was constant hustle bustle of people to move and sit along with their friends. We were all divided in an haphazard manner. Boys and girls separated. I pitied the fy's. Their guys were in the compartment G4 while the girls were in G9. Whole night, we saw them moving through our compartments so as to reach their friends. Card game was our drug for the night. A particular vendor caught my eye- his strategy for selling his tomato soup was brills. "Aapka dhyaan kidhar hai, tamatar soup idhar hai! Barah flavour Terah swaad!"

Jaipur arrived next morning and I was sleep deprived. Some troubles with the seats; since I was not willing to sleep in the train, I was sitting up all night hugging my cushion so as to have some inkling of leaving home. The homesickness which I was expecting to sink in deeply never surfaced. Our hotel was called Jaipur Greens, situated on the outskirts of the pink city.A 40 minute drive away from the station. The hotel managed to steal my breath away. The view from my room offered me the vast expanse of the sky and the greenery to drown myself into. Mesmerised. Our first industrial visit was lined up for after lunch. We had 3 hours to ourselves. Each and every student dozed off for that time. Freshened up, headed down for lunch, a grand buffet awaited us. Punjabi 3 course meals was our lunch and dinner for all the forthcoming days. I have ordered my mum to not cook paneer for another 15 days. 

After lunch, we took off for the milk factory called Saras. Its the leading dairy products industry of Rajasthan. The mechanisms were explained to us. We even got free Ice cream. :P Next we headed to Salim Dyeing and Papers. They export their supply to Hallmark! :O The paper bags and their presentation made my eyes go wide in wonder. A small amount of shopping was carried out. We went to Birla temple and then headed back to our hotel. A DJ night was planned for us but it was an epic fail! The DJ didn't play the songs we requested. Disappointment there! I enjoyed a good night sleep because our wake up call was 8 for the next day.

The next day, we had sight-seeing on our cards. Amer Fort and Jal Mahal. Two beautiful places. These two places showcased the traditional aspect of Jaipur. Jantar Mantar and the museum spoke about the modernisation. A perfect blend of the various centuries. Shopping was next but we were taken to a westernised market rather than the expected traditional one. Some people were fleeced as well.

That night was the first night of bonds between other groups being formed. I spoke to a couple of seniors and found them to be quite warm and without any airs. Interactions with juniors took place giving me a chance to make new friends. I fell in love with these wacked out people. I know they will be a huge part of my life for the next two years atleast. Some were slightly shy, but I am sure they will open up too.

Our sojourn at Jaipur came to an end. Time flew away very quickly. Enroute to Jodhpur, our breakfast halt had us eating out of their hands. Fire dances and typical Rajasthani folk dance. Amazing stuff! On reaching Jodhpur, we were taken to Madhuram Royale. Even though this place was decent, Jaipur Greens was missed. We went to visit the city palace of the blue city. A vintage car display left us drooling. The Rolls Royce of the Maharaja. LOVE! That was one of my romances. We,then, went for shopping and were again met with a westernized market facing us. Mitha Ghewar was bought. Its now going to be circulated in the family. The first day of Jodhpur passed.

The second day, which was our last in Rajasthan, we finally had interactive sessions where we got to know our fellow mates well. Later, a visit to Mehrangar fort was carried out. In the end, a short industry visit and we were settled in the train. This train ride saw me moving around compartments and laughing all night long. Friendships built, hope they stand the test of time. 

Irrespective of the varied highs and lows, this trip was memorable on so many aspects. Not only were friendships built, there were also accidents which were laugh worthy and paved way for the friendships. Singing songs at the top of our voices, playing Atlas and the charades, girl guy ratings, photographs, Charades, GO FISH, and the plenty of fishes in the sea. Something to be treasured and cherished. The sexual, perverted innuendos, the secret plans, the chemistry teachers, the visuals which need to be forgotten; everything sums up to the journey being a success. As I said earlier, both the journey and the destination were worth my time. :)

The cherry on the cake, Cupid struck me AGAIN! Lets see how that comes about. Didn't have too much of interaction, but definitely want to know the person better. Passed a call, for which received beatings because it was basless. Decided to let the cupid arrow be thrown away on account of grades, and received black and blue. Lets hope this cupid actually works wonders. That was the second romance. It may just grow into something better. 

The third romance was with the firangs. My heart definitely skipped a couple of beats! 

The fourth romance was with the state itself. All in all, if in the future I get a chance to relive this time with the same people, I won't let this opportunity go away. I won't hesitate in taking a trip down memory lane. 

Signing off! Too long a post, but these sentiments needed to be expressed or they would have troubled me all along. :D

Moodlessness- A word which doesn't exist.

An article I wrote at the beginning of the academic year but got time to just post. Its even received a reply. The reply is from a person who makes me smile and knows me well and helps in lifting my spirits. 
  
   Thinking too much will lead to the loss of neurons. :P Just sitting around idle is better than thinking about some nerve-wrecking things. Just letting go off so many things gives a sense of new exhilaration. One feels invincible. Currently, I am in that phase. (I still do feel the same even though this article is 3 months old) Nothing can break me. Unaffected, not in the mood to give advice; just happy being a warm shoulder and a caring ear. People's problems used to shake me, then realisation dawned. Helping people who just take advantage of your vulnerable side is totally unacceptable. Be a bitch, but a helpful one. Let people envy you for being happy without them. Let them ponder over you walking out, but make it a point that their pondering doesn't come in the way of your grit, resolution, and new found amiability and pleasure. 'Who says you're not worth it?'
    Rejoice, relive, re-grab all the lost chances. Throw away those negative. poisonous, unworthy bastards. Shout, fall in love; don't regret falling in it. Give cold shoulders. Dance regardless of whose watching. Sing in croaky voices. Jump in the mucky puddles. Take a best friend along and act drunk in the rain. Don't judge and let the others judgements not affect you. Eat hot spicy Mumbaiya vada pavs. Discuss crazy fantasies. Be horny! :P And finally be a part of everything which comes your way. 

 The reply goes as such- Revel in your own joy, in the moment and bask in true honest ignorance. Be yourself and don't fret about whether the ELEMENTS regret their choices of the past.