Saturday, August 30, 2014

99% Cocoa

My dad’s just back from Bangalore. My sissy recently got married and she too stays there at Bangalore. Ever since this rishtey-ki-baat started between the two families, her (now) dad-in-law always made it a point to talk to me on phones. Talk about the weather, my studies everything. For them, I am still like a little kiddo.And this also makes him invite me there by tempting me by saying that he would arrange for me Mickey-Mouse cots in a special room that they have there. And I have to remind him that now I am a final year engineering student.But that  doesn't help long-term.And I get to live and feel my childhood again,each time I talk to Uncle.

This time,he sent for me soo many chocolates that after having finished almost all of them(of course no sharing with anybody) I ,for the first time,am feeling contented.Over-satisfied would define my feeling more aptly. For the next few days, even if anybody offers me one,I will of course not deny it,but that would go straight into my refrigerator only to be my savour after a few days.
Just today, I had so much of dark chocolate with cute almonds stuffed inside it, that I literally  ended up having a  long afternoon nap(nap?Ssly?).Now, when I’ve woken up, it feels, I have woken up after a high dose of drinks. Not that I’ve drunk before but I assume people would be feeling the same as I am feeling right now!

Do dark chocolates actually induce sleep? Or is it that it just happens to me?

Monday, August 25, 2014

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Just as you find it so fascinating to write about your fulfilled desire/dream, I believe you should be equally unbiased towards writing about your nightmares turned true. It pains when you so honestly work  for and nurture a dream. And when it dooms in front of your own eyes,you want to believe that it’s just a piece of fiction.You force your brain to believe you are in a bad sleep with an evil nightmare. But sigh! Life sometimes makes you stand numb on a stage with thousands of people waiting for you to act, but, all you end up doing is sobbing, sobbing bitterly in front of all of them. There, at that moment, you don’t see anybody in the audience.You are being just you.You don’t bother what people would interpret your sobbing as.They may term it as jealousy, hatred, just-another-drama-queen, just anything. But you don’t give a damn shit to it.Because you and only you know how and what you were actually feeling at that moment.You feel like hugging your best friend and  letting all the pain and anguish fall down in the form of tears on her shoulders. She may even ask you to rent your life temporarily to her. But, the fact is, something things, some pains,you ought to feel them yourself, as if they were made for you.

I’ve always heard people saying it’s so easy to write about motivation. I’ve had given a try too by writing a piece or two. But yes, you actually realize that writing and talking about motivation may calm you down for a few moments, but it cannot heal a scar caused deep inside.You may feel like getting up, yet, there’s something that holds you back. Name it fear, name it gloom. Not to ignore some sadist people around you, who’ll want you to revive those just-trying –to-get-through pains.

All left aside, they say Time heals all the wounds. Some years later it may all seem to be so trivial.But, trivial it may seem, the thought is surely going to remind you of something you lost. Something you craved for so much, yet, it slid away from your fists. Not that your fist was not tight enough to hold that, but probably your fate decided to loosen it.


Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Do you smell the festivals?

After reading this post, you may judge me as a weirdo, but that’s okay!

Today morning, after four days of stay-at-home, thanks to the so awesome Indian fiestas, I tried hard to convince my mind that Saturday was just four days away. That good times are not distant! It somehow got swayed.No, don’t appreciate my convincing power here, I suck at it.But, it managed to divert its attention towards the morning weather. It should be monsoon here, but thanks to we humans-the reason for the non-behavioural climate changes, that we wake up each morning with a surprise weather! Well, the point is, I woke up smelling and feeling Navratri.Weird it sounds, doesn’t it? But yes ,it was cool out in the morning with a pleasant smell. Now I can’t actually describe that smell, but yes, something in the air!

And It’s not just the first time.I do often smell Uttarayan(the winds),Deepavali(Sweets?),Holi and almost every other festival. All I can conclude is my brain is pretty good at associating these festivals with smells! :)


Such a day shall soon come :P

Monday, August 18, 2014

Meredith Grey

"We all think we're going to be great. And we feel a little bit robbed when our expectations aren't met. But sometimes our expectations sell us short. Sometimes the expectation simply pales in comparison to the unexpected. You gotta wonder why we cling to our expectations. Because the expected is just what keeps us steady standing still. The expected's just the beginning. The unexpected is what changes our lives."

"No matter how many plans we make or steps we follow we never know how our day is going to end up. We'd prefer to know, of course, what curve balls will be thrown our way. It's the accidents that always turn out to be the most interesting parts of our day. Of life. The people we never expected to show up. The turn of events we never would've chosen for ourselves. All of a sudden, you find yourself somewhere you never expected to be. And it's nice or it takes some getting used to. Still, you know you'll find yourself appreciating it somewhere down the line. So you go to sleep each night thinking about tomorrow. Going over your plans, preparing the lists, and hoping that whatever accidents come your way will be happy ones."
-Meredith Grey

I've always found a bit of relief during my worst times in Meredith Grey's quotes.They 
inspire you,they keep you going,they make you realize you're not the only one to 
experience this,they give you a bit of courage to stand up and move on.
More quotes at : 
http://mcquote.blogspot.in/2010/10/greys-anatomy-quotes.html