Plethora of Emotions

We ride high on our emotions,
Like rogue waves in motion,
Onsets within like a myriad dollop,
To rein control is a true wallop,
Yet, we try, we fly, we sigh!

A turmoil begins at the core,
Each time, it tears us apart a little more,
All our wits at lose ends,
Blemishing our power without a fend,
Yet, we try, we fly, we sigh!

It leaves us in a muffled swaddle,
For all the highs and lows to paddle,
In all our might to fortify the beat,
Keeping cynical notions at bay, a brazen feat,
Yet, we try, we fly, we sigh!

Bout's of episodes are a life long affair,
Stoving off untoward is a flair,
Spend it profoundly wise,
Where not worth, think twice,
Yet, we try, we fly, we sigh!

Rantings @ Crossroads

I stand, deep in thought,
To my left or right, my mind's fought,
The choice within is a gamble,
With the power to rise a shamble,
Oh! My rantings @ crossroads!

To my left, a patch of greenery,
Tantalizing my morbid ornery,
Stretches ahead the path of serenity,
And it obliterates all my frivolity,
Oh! My rantings @ crossroads!!

To my right, an alley that fades,
Is it the one that dares?
Even though withered away to wilderness,
Has it brought my mind to stillness,
Oh! My rantings @ crossroads!!!

Each time life offers us choice,
All around we discern noise,
Agony to concot it right,
Our klutz to fabricate it bright,
Oh! My rantings @ crossroads!!!!

Creative Side - How we think the way we ink?

Each time I sit with my  Sketch Pad and my art supply, my brain seems to work on its own. The flow of the creative side is always a wonder and each time someone ask me, "How"?, I am left clueless. That word is hard to answer since I do not know 'how' to explain either my art or how I create the art. 

Art is a therapy to soothe the soul. Each line or stroke forms into a beautiful pattern and lets the artist's creative side be shown.  Each art that is done reflects a piece of the artist's imagination. Imagination just happens and there is no reason to explain how this imagination turns into a magical artwork. 

Make the mind exercise more, pick up the sketch book and let your imagination run along!!

The Name that Strikes

Sometime back, I was at a mall. I had a gift card from one my friend's and I decided I would pick something. In I walked, to a store which sells everything. I lingered a few minutes longer in front of the jewelry section, but alas, nothing appealed. 

I walked around a little more and came to the bags section. My most favorite!! (Undoubtedly ;) )I was scanning all the brands and one particular brand caught my attention. I walked a little closer to see if I was reading right and YES, I was reading it right. I stood pondering for a few seconds. Any guesses, as to what the brand name was.... 

It was called 'Brahmin'!!

Lost in Wordland

Each time I pick up a book, I am like a little girl with a candy in her hand. The gleam is beyond words. Mind you, I am not someone who reads seldom. I am a voracious reader and I do a lot of authors books. But each time, I land myself a new book, its a treat I look forward too. With me, it is not the ending that I drives me to read, but the relentless curiosity of how the journey is described till its end. 

I am lost among words. At times, I am so wound up that I do not know what is happening me at all. I, don the various hats of the splendid characters and meander the paths with them. My imagination reaches a notch above the highest during my otherwise otherside. When I start a book, I find it arduous to put it back till I am done. 

Books have always left me intriguing and the with each passing year this tantalizing habit only climbs higher up. Up, Up, and up above. Not once have I left a page unturned in between. I never will have any inkling till the last as to what will happen and that leaves me utterly puzzled each time. 

When I wrap up a book, my zest to pick up one is almost immediate. I again want to transported into this magical world of books and yet again begin a new journey with an untried imagination. These voyages into the wordland, as I fondly call it, are the most treasured ones. The best that happens ever. 

Can't wait to enclose my present journey, to begin yet another delightful one!!  A lifelong cruise in this land of words.

Right Choice Baby

How many times have we wondered, "Is he the right one"? When we are on that threshold of marriage, we all begin to loosen the shackles to our brain for the power of vigorous and rigorous thinking ability. We all want - Happily Ever After for us. Isn't it? I am sure most of you will agree.
But that gnawing question - AM I MAKING THE RIGHT CHOICE? Well, it is our gut that we go with. Call it gut, call it the bell ringing or whatever, we will feel it when it happens. Most of times the gut kicks in real strong and hard and before we realize, we are hooked and booked. Hopefully not cooked.

Feeling jittery and nervous are all the signs that is common. Mass - feeling - syndrome that is inevitable. But just know that once you feel the emotion and make the choice, it is meant to be forever. 
Next time when you stand on this threshold and you gut kicks in - Yehi Hain Right Choice Baby!! Just go for it and the rest will follow the best!

For the Joy of Reading & LOVE of Books

                   As a toddler, my mom put me into the habit of reading books. I used to thoroughly enjoy sitting with her in the evenings with books. Started with toddler books which has a lot of graphics and fewer words. She always told me, books are the best companions. Growing up, I realize how much I love books. The journey that started as a toddler continued. I moved on to reading Enid Blyton. All her books, including Famous Five, Secret Seven, Fatty Series etc., used to be my favorite. But that one most adored series was Malory Towers by the same author. Each term end, I used to wait for holidays to devour books for those three months. 
When I came to Junior School, I started with Carolyn Keene - Nancy Drew Files. We girls at school used to wait for our Library Hour to get our hands on them. Not so much with Hardy Boys. I fondly remember, I used to read books in my Biology Class. My text book used to tuck my novel and I would be lost in the books. Back then, I always knew I would be ans Engineer and never a doctor. Hence, very confidently, I used to read books in my Bio classes. 
Then came high school, the love for books grew stronger and so did the range of books.  Sweet Valley was the ultimate rave and I poured myself into those books. Chalet School series was another set of books I relished. Each book I read transported me into magical journeys ans I would blend into the characters. With that, my imagination would be amalgamated. Oh the joy! No words to describe that feeling. 
Moved into junior college and I notched up my authors again. I fell in love with Robin Cook, I used to be delighted with his science fiction. They bamboozled me in the most pleasant manner. My most favorite being Sphinx. Then came in Sydney Sheldon and Mary Stewart. Each of them would leave me wanting more and I would ensure I completed the series. ( Well almost all of it!)
I entered into Engineering (like how I always dreamed - no more Biology). I started exploring a whole new range of authors including, Agatha Christie - Hercule Poirot used to be my most favorite character of all. Miss Marple was a delight as well. Jeffrey Archer 's first book of mine was The Prodigal Daughter and from then till now, I wait to read his new release wholeheartedly. Victoria Holt was another author I explored. I must give credit to my Aunt too, another avid reader in the family, who used to let me borrow all her books too and increase my plethora of authors. Georgette Heyer was one author, I coudnt get hooked too. I just read two books and that is about it. 
For the love of my science fiction, I started Michael Crichton. Another fantabulous author. Danielle Steel I read a few, though not a fan girl of her. Then came Dan Brown. I read all of his books. 
I passed out of Engineering and moved on to pursue my masters, so did my mastery in books continued. In came Mary Clark Higgins, who till date astonishes me with her flair for mystery. Another most favorite author of mine is - Terry Mcmillan. I have read all her books and they leave me awestruck. My most favorite being ; Waiting to Exhale and Getting to Happy. How Stella got her groove back was a great one too. 
I stumble upon this author once at a second hand book store. (You know the books I mean- not really the author as such;) ) - Matthew Reilly. This Aussie author left me craving for more. Each book of his left me speechless and I used to wait to get my hands on his books. Yes - I have completed his series too so far. John Grisham, I just managed Playing for Pizza and this one book I recommend to all to read. Jude Deveraux followed. 
Chiklits is something I always enjoyed and when I happened to find a whole lotta authors, I just did chiklits for a long time. Jennifer Weiner, Lauren Weinberger, Candace Bushnell, Plum Skypes, Tilly Bagshawe, Anuja Chauhan and Beverly Brandt to name a few. 
Presently I am hooked into Clive Cussler and James Patterson. Dean Koontz, Wilbur Smith and Manfrendi are the other authors I love to read. 
Sudha Murthy, my favorite woman writes a lot. I read all of her books too. Not to miss Preeti Shenoy. I love her books. Chitra Divakaruni is another author who writes very well. A friend of mine used to read her books at work. Curiosity got the better out of me and one day I asked for the book. I really liked her book and started borrowing, since there was a collection of her books with my friend. Jane Blanchard's - In Cahoots was a masterpiece. I recommend to all my fellow book lovers, do get your hands on this book. 
Twinkle Khanna's - Mrs. Funnybones was a one sitting page turner. A lovely and hilarious book. Must read guys! 
This list of mine is endless. I can just write volumes on my love for reading. Every book lover will share the same POV. Once we get hooked to this beautiful addiction, it just gets stronger and stronger. I always joke around saying - Books will always be my first love and I will have a life - long affair with them. 
(Mumma - A big thanks to you for getting me into this beautiful world of words. I will cherish this passion for life! 

All you fellow reader, continue reading - Happy Reading Always!

Much Love!!

Bubble Bursts

There come a few days when you are drowned in work and anything in the form of relief is welcome heartily. The most trivial break is joyous. One such afternoon, I was lost in a pile of never ending work. Looking forward to a small opening, I came across a bubble wrap.

The joy of holding a bubble wrap in between my hands and slowly, yet steadily trying to burst each bubble. My God! The felicity is to be experienced only. For a few utterly lazy minutes, I relished this time. Each bubble that  burst, I felt my spirits awakening a little more. The smile on my face seemed to get more curvier. The sparkle in my eyes felt more bright. 

Having had this teeny weeny intervention, life felt back on track. The pile of work in front of me seemed to beckon and I felt like a bull with immense zeal, ready to take on work head on. It is at these times that we realise, happiness does knock in small wonders. A thought that we can all ponder!!

Never Say Never

This day will definitely not be the same. A day I do not want to wake up too. A new, a new beginning is so much harder than said. Today is ‘D’ day.  Designated day for others, dreaded day for me!

Today is Feb. 14^th. Yes Valentine’s Day – a special day to celebrate love with your love. Oouch… That hurts me now. The very thought hurts and it pains me so much that I shut my eyes off. Is there no felicity in my life? Felicity to celebrate the very day of the year that happens to fall just once in three hundred and sixty five days, please God please…

It has been an entire year since I parted ways with my love and at that time the penchant towards love felt non-existent. All we knew was we needed to walk out of each other’s life and that is aptly what we did – Part ways for good. Come to think of it now, I am not so sure if it feels so good, but that is the thought for another time. Now, I am wallowing in the emptiness of my lonely life. Coming back to reality, it is Valentine’s Day and do I want to stay at home feeling anguish or do I want to step out breathe fresh? This pensive contemplation propelled me towards the later choice. I decide, why not go out on a date by myself, yes, Date with Myself! The narcissist within had begun to surface out and it felt bliss.

After having made a decision, a decision that took and shook away my contemplation and churned it into a positive path, I was finally up on my feet. Dress to date, date yourself A little extra time to bring myself to a mirror cracking material is absolutely viable. I decided to wear a sheik black dress with chunky golden jewelry to match my attire, golden heels to compliment the dress. Styled my hair into a fish braid, applied some gloss and some mascara to finish the entire look. The outcome was ravishing and I couldn’t stop myself from staring, mission indeed accomplished. All my essentials went into my shimmer clutch and I locked my door to step out.

The evening was scintillating, the sun just setting in the horizon and the air was getting cool. I decided to hire a taxi because I was not in a mood to drive tonight. How could I miss such a pretty sight? After a lot of courage I had decided to treat myself to love myself.  After a few minutes, I spotted a taxi. I hopped into it and was on my way to the destination. I reached after an hour and stepped out of the taxi. The lights were breathtaking and the place seemed absolutely inviting. I couldn’t wait to step into the place for a new experience. I took my seat near the rear side and view in front of me was mesmerizing. I just didn’t want to take my eyes off the picturesque view. I soaked in this scene and wanted it to be embossed in my memory pocket for life. A very sweet lady walked up to me to take my order. After placing my order, I looked around. I could see a lot of couples and all of them seemed to be at their happiest. Smiles on their face, love in the air, the whole place was a treat of retreat. I took my camera out to take a few candid stills. The place was decorated and the decoration was out of the world. I went around snapping a few pictures, pictures that I wanted to carry for life. A picture indeed speaks a thousand words and I loved clicking them.

I came to my seat after I was satisfied. My food arrived within seconds and the smell made me ravenous.  I ate my food, relishing every bite I took. By the time I was done, I realized I indeed had a lovely evening by myself.  I sit a little longer lost in my thoughts, thoughts that make me liberating. That is when I feel that happiness is not dependent on others. It is up to us to remain happy and it just dawned on me that I spent an entire evening on Valentine’s Day and had a splendid time. The pedantic nag had just been strewn out and it made me feel fresh.  I paid my bill and stepped out. It was time to head home, home which will feel like home again.

It was time to get a taxi for myself for a ride back home. I was in search of one and after a few seconds a taxi pulled by. I hurriedly got in from one side and closed the door. To my utter shock, I see another person form the other side, get in and closed the door. I felt so belligerent. How did this stranger hop into the taxi that I had called? He looked at me, “Excuse Me Ma’am, but I called this taxi first”? I said, “I am sorry, but I called this taxi first”! We went on like this for a while till the taxi driver politely asked us to get out. We both didn’t want to leave the taxi and we continued arguing inside. He would drop me first and then continue further. That seemed perfect and I agreed. We got talking after a formal introduction and he didn’t seem that bad at all. He was a looker and I caught myself staring at him while he talked. Damn! Why was this guy so drop dead gorgeous? We spoke for a while and I reached my destination. He gave me his number and asked me to keep in touch.

I went inside and sat at my desk. The evening definitely had transformed into a very magical one and such moments are to be cherished forever. An evening by myself, I realized, I love myself and I enjoy my company. I meet a stranger and he turns out to be very charming and decent. It was a very beautiful turn or events and I loved every bit of it. Within my heart, I knew this stranger and I would definitely keeping touch for a very long time and we never know what is in store for us. But that look in his eyes was so pleasant that I could drown myself in them, cliche’ but that is the truth. A day that I would never regret, a day that will always bring fond memories down memory lane.

Life at times seems very strange, you never know what happens when and I think that is the actual beauty that appreciates life. At the most unforeseen times, the most pleasant incidents take place that keep you dizzy with joy. Life is a beauty and that happens one step at a time, at a time when you least expect it and stop looking for it.

That is why I say, Never Say Never!

Choice to Rise

               All of us would like to rise above in life. Each day is a new start to propel towards a better way to life. But, are we all on the same page is the question we ask ourselves. While some of us like to rise, for some of the others it is the choice to rise. When this choice arises, do we really like to rise is the question to ponder. 
Our ambitions, our goals, our paths are all what we make and choose. Is rising a choice too? In my opinion, it verily is a choice. Only if we want to, can we really do it. Else, it is all a rosy tale to spin. Between choice and chance, rise would be a choice one makes. Only if we choose to, would be want to progress up the ladder. For some of us the ladder stops where we start, while for others, it is not enough even at the top. The quest to urge forward is a great reveller. 
The ladder at the top is most of the times lonely, but the joy we take in reaching there is always lovely. Again, the choice here is either lonely or lonely or both. In life, we always have a choice at every stage and we alone are going to make this choice. With this choice, we would not be able to blame anyone.
Life with all its intricacies, is yet a maze we would like to traverse to see the clear path at the end of it. We either enjoy or we sulk our way through, but the ones who know the art to smile along the path are the ones who really know to crack the code to the right path in life. A path that is right for them only and which will make them rise with a wise choice. 
The Wise Rise it is just that choice to rise.