Tuesday, 17 May 2016

Remembering YOU!

Crossing street can be quite a daunting task especially in the morning hours when the maddening traffic would turn into a nightmare on Delhi Streets. But unfortunately everyone of us has to do that and then would have to complain about the same too.


Usually cars do not catch my fancy.
While juggling to cross the street this morning, a car zipped past me on the street. Nothing special, just a usual car but what caught my attention was the sticker displayed on it. I shook my head when I saw an "In Loving Memory" sticker plastered across its rear window.

What a strange place for a memoriam, I thought. I've thought this dozens of times.


I have often seen messages and names engraved and plastered all over the screens and often have made fun of them too along with my siblings, usually my partners -in- crime. But for the first time saw this kind of message.

For some reason, seeing the lettering fade into the distance on the car jarred me.
In some ways, that's the perfect place for a reminder.
Grief can feel like a deep, unmoving, unmoveable eternity.


But when we start pushing against it, defeating the feeling of losing someone, it begins the natural progression towards a greater movement beyond.

Losing or not losing a loved one is entirely our own prerogative. And when we have made the decision of not losing on love and affection, we can see glimmers of how we carry that person with us in our love.


Adorning the car with something powerful like this is simply great......
and a beautiful way to remind that though I may not hug you again, I still feel you, remember you and take you with me …..everywhere, every moment!





Saturday, 8 August 2015

Dadi wala Room!

Two little wrinkled eyes, somewhat sleepy too, waiting for my arrival whenever I was late. The affectionate hands always ready to give me a nice head massage and kick that headache away. My true knight in shining armor, only she had the power to save me from my dad's wrath, even when I did something terribly wrong. My savior when I got really bad grades to even wring my mom's moods. Such is the love of grandma, totally unconditional and colossal. If you have got grandma, you must be knowing the feeling of being pampered and spoilt even if you are not worth it.

Walking through the drawing room is never gonna be same. Because there will be no one now to call my name again and again until I reach her bed post. Because there will be no one who will talk endlessly to me, without listening to my statements, sometimes irritating me but all the time giving endless love. There will be no one who will complain about the salt and spices in the food. There will be no one who will drag the whole house to watch the Mahabharat episode.


Today even after 2 years, since she left us, Dadi ka room has always been and will be Dadi ka room, Dadi ka bed has always been and always will be Dadi ka bed. Slowly we all have become accustomed to live without her but she has been and always will be present in all our joys and celebrations, in our present and future not just as a name but a memory which remains alive as long as we are!

Tuesday, 28 July 2015

Someone....

Someone was peeping from the other side of mirror,
Someone strange,unknown, fighter and savior.
Someone whose dreams were still not dead,
Someone who was untouched by the influence of others.
Someone who may be exhausted but has not defeated,
Someone who need not camouflage her sorrows behind laughters.
Someone who was not lost in the world of responsibilities,
Someone who needs not seek music to find peace.

The one who was standing on threshold fueling the gears of strength,
Urging me to take the plunge and dive into the world of my faith!

Sunday, 26 July 2015

Why Bajrangi would always be my favorite version of Bhaijaan!

Its been two weeks since the movie hit the theatres and I still remember the chase it had become to get the tickets. Phew… bad luck I could not get one, thanks to my poor planning. Salman’s movie and that too during Eid, well I would have planned at least a fortnight before.

Well after trying two times, I could not hold the suspense and that too when I was constantly being updated by friends about how awesome movie it was. So I borrowed the torrent version from a colleague at my office. Since that day, I have already watched the movie about four times and even find excuses to play it again at home. It is not because I am a huge fan of the actor, but I would credit my infectious affinity for this highly anticipated Eid release to the director Kabir Khan who through this entertaining and outlandish plot has hit the right chords with people like me in a complete Bollywood style.

Two bitter foes who have been fighting and feigning friendships since generations; an adorable girl who is lost and a typical Hindu version of guy who is an ardent follower of Hanuman, dislikes meat and meat-eaters both, helps people out of turn and is a man of his word. A perfect Bollywood fairytale in making. Does someone like Bajrangi can exist? Probably not, that I am sure of then why do I keep watching it again and again.

Realism, well you have leave that behind the gates when you set to watch a Salman’s flick. A some fresh dose of hope and disbelief which will awaken your love of mankind and not religions through a totally picturesque unreal climax. When it comes to hitting the real emotions, the plot hits all the right ones. A completely fun filled and light hearted entertaining flick with an ending which got a little over the head proves that people are capable of all goodness irrespective of the countries they live in. The film is a worth watch even if you are not a high-time-Salman-fan-club-member.

I hope we could take some serious note from the movie and try to bring out that good ‘Bajrangi’ in us who has lost amidst all daily struggles of life. Just by daily dose of some good deeds and definitely not by hopping the borders without visas and passport of course. ;)

Friday, 17 July 2015

LikeoMania: The new age Disease

A quite fateful Sunday!

After a much grilling week at work, I decided to go out to refresh my spirits and called sister dearest.

My idea of instant rejuvenation would have included a walk in a park or just a hot cup of brewing coffee with a nice book. But of course that would not be on her list so finally after considering few options which we had; we headed to the nearest mall. The new age hangout place which turns into the holidaying spot every weekend.

2 hours later….

After strolling the maze of designer showrooms and other picturesque outlets, I found my legs making way to the coffee shop in an attempt to distant my brain from the display of new age fashion. Each of the outlets had almost similar designs, someone of them quoting outrageous prices for the same.

4000 and that too for a cotton shirt, well that’s quite affordable for a nation which has recently raised its minimum wage from 137 to 160 a day!

As ‘R’ and I ascended the escalators, two girls appeared who were trying to click their selfies and started making horrific faces as if those expressions were really adorable. But they are, in fact these pictures would soon be uploaded to the social networking sites and may even attract good number of likes. The definitions of beauty and memories have been terribly hit by the digitalization of our world.

I could recall that when I was younger, pictures were more about moments and feelings. Thanks to my mom, who has a deep infatuation with keeping pictures and going over them atleast twice in a month, we still have pictures from our childhood as well as growing days. Some of them are good while others have funny and awkward versions of me. Being an introvert since childhood, most of the pictures have me in the background with my siblings at the front, and others where I am in focus have me being smothered by the loving relatives.

R glares at me as if accusing me of observing those girls and finally blurts out,” What are you thinking?”

I replied in my oh so intelligent tone, “Arey, I was just thinking to put my old pictures on Facebook. What do you think, how many likes would I get?”

She snorts, “Thanks to Mark Zuckerberg, Facebook has not got any Dislike Button. Otherwise it would have been death of half of the girls.”

We laughed out loud like crazy on our own joke and made way towards our destination.