One Post Everyday!

There have been some unforeseen delays in writing everyday. I cannot just fill up my blog with random songs and doodles and say I have completed an ‘X’ number of posts on the blog. [There are pages for the songs and doodles, if you look at it carefully]

And so, I have decided to write everyday! As a reminder, I enrolled myself in the PostADay challenge. Although it began in January 2011, I figure it is never too late to join in 🙂

It would be difficult, yes [I’ll be more out of ideas than out of words]..But then it is also a good way to keep in touch with my self.

In case you’d want to do something similar, enroll yourself, by reading The Daily Post. And continue writing 🙂

Sale! Sale! Sale!

WTF is a “Flying” Dick?

Are they referring to the ones that belong to Superman, Batman, Spiderman or Shakti-man? The last one may be the one for INR 25. Even then….this is howlarious!

Lest you leave your Nest 😀

‘Big’ Bazaar. Jeez.

Should I Stay or Should I Go?

I happened to receive this wonderful ‘marriage proposal letter’ from a very sincere guy.

“Sat sri akaal ji ,

Well , I am Suckinder (First name changed to maintain privacy)  Singh . I saw your profile in this matrimony website.

I don’t know how to start, whether to say hi or hello, which of the two sounds better , All I know is that this is a marriage proposal letter.

I write to you because I would like to express my undying and unconditional feeling for You after reading your profile. Marriages are made in heaven and when it’s about yours and mine after reading your profile, I believe that god might have taken some special time and consideration so that I get the best in this world .

MARRIAGE. This eight -letter words elicits different emotions and feelings to different people. People have fallen in love with their life
Partners as long the earth has existed. People have and always are looking for new and creative ways of expressing their love to their beloved ones. One of the oldest ways of expressing interest in getting married to a girl is writing proposal letter. The letters were then sent in the mail or some other applicable means including sending a messenger. Nowadays love letters have taken a different form with the advent of faster communication especially the Internet.

well , i believe in some rules for a successfull marriage :
1.Never bring up mistakes of the past.
2.Neglect the whole world rather than each other.
3.Never go to sleep with an argument unsettled.
4.At least once a day, try to say something complimentary to your spouse.
5.Never meet without an affectionate welcome.
6.”For richer or poorer” – rejoice in every moment that God has given you together.
7.If you have a choice between making yourself or your mate look good, choose your mate.
8.If they’re breathing, your mate will eventually offend you. Learn to forgive.
9.Let love be your guidepost.
Today, I have taken the mature decision of listening to my heart and decided to express my feelings for you. So I am writing this marriage proposal letter to live with you forever and want to know about your decision about marriage.

I was thinking about this marriage proposal since last three days , I am in merchant navy, and I am in this since 2005. just few days back I came from united states , and I am writing you this letter because I want to know more about you and want you to know more about myself……..i cannot detail each and everything here in this letter. Yes, one thingh more me and my family don’t believe in caste and kundli matching systems. I am against dowry so please you are requested if u get agree you plz come in 3 clothes “ chunni , kurta , salwar” that will be enough for me and rest my responsibility to take care of you needs and whatever you like.

So , I would like that you please contact me as soon as possible so that we can discuss further.

My contact details are here below –

My chatting id is on yahoo – “ marriageproposal@everygirlimeet.com”

My email id is on yahoo – “ dontsayno@yahoo.com”

My mobile number – +91-SAYULOVEME
I have nothing to ask, . You are truly my better half as what I think after reading your marriage profile. . When I look into my eyes through mirror , I know that there is at least one person who believes in me and will be there with me always this how I take my life partner as.

I hope you can read between the lines and guess just how much I really want you in my life as my life partner.

So I request you To end my dreaming and put to reality.

Waiting for your warm and positive response

contact me as soon as you can

Suckinder Singh.

If this doesn’t win your heart, what will?

Help me draft a reply to this…and I shall marry*** you! 😀

***Please read the offer carefully before investing your time and energy***

Morning…

I haven’t been a morning person since high school (yes, the midnight oil was too hot for sleep to handle). And like most people honest about their quirks, I have one too!

I need to kick start my day with a hot cup of Indian tea (chai, if you may :))… Me pre tea and me post tea are very different. This usually is the case everyday, but one of these days it was unusual.

I slept through the first alarm and managed to ‘dismiss’ the second one. Neel does not believe in waking up before a few snoozes and so he slept blissfully through the alarms. My wake-up call therefore was the maid.

Looking at the clock and my horribly late schedule, I realized I wouldn’t get tea for the morning. Putting my monotonic grumbles together I walked into a hot shower trying to make it as quick as possible. Silence and excessive eye-drooping prevailed while I tried to shrug myself into some clothes.

Some time later, Neel walked out of the shower, looking much more solved than I was.  I managed to mumble something about his packet of lunch and my delay in getting to work. Two long sentences and my brain went tizzy. He hugged me just as I was about to leave. And miraculously my grumpiness turned into peaceful easy breaths and sweet nothings.  My day had begun on a good note.

There is nothing that a hug can’t solve. Especially a stringent habit gone wrong.  It also made me realize that a cup of tea served the same purpose as the hugs in the morning.

To provide me with some warmth to kick start my day.

Yesterday, while being battered at work I could’ve done with a hug, but had tea instead. Somehow it wasn’t the same.

Into Dust…

Still falling
Breathless and on again
Inside today
Inside me today
Around broken in two
Til your eyes share into dust
Like two strangers turning into dust
Til my hand shook with the weight of fear
I could possibly be fading
Or have something more to gain
I could feel myself growing colder
I could feel myself under your fate
Under your fate
It was you, breathless and torn
I could feel my eyes turning into dust
Into strangers, turning into dust
Turning into dust
Turning into dust

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These Simple Things…

There are these simple things in life that help me from going crazy.

Like the crow cawing in his scrawny little voice waking me up from sleep well-earned last night. The charcoal-sketched feathery fella found its way onto my veranda, in search of a breakfast full of crumbs. Fortunately, I could afford them in those days. And so he makes an appearance every morning since then. The room was not as empty and lonely than the first time that I had moved in. That bird is my only connection to the normal world seventeen storeys below mine. Where automobiles roar and cement jungles expand by the minute.

Living in small spaces most of my life has made me yearn for small, familiar objects I’d like to call my own. The small wooden coaster perched upon the table, the royal blue ink pen placed next to the pillow, a guitar with riffs that have seen better days, a bottle of homeopathy medicine, a diary jaundiced with stains on its handmade paper…what did I write in it? I scrolled through the pages housing my verses and turned to the last one. It held a secret note, specially scribbled for a long lost loved one…

I did not sleep all night, for you had kissed me. You took my hand and led it to your cheek and lips…And I could only touch you, take your face in my hands and place your lips onto mine. You embraced my whole and led me to talking about who I was…somewhere there; I wanted to live my whole life in that one night. And like a bewitched woman, I blended into you…Oblivious to what people said or did…

I did not sleep all night, for you had loved me.”

Closing the hard bound cover of the old diary, I sighed at how romantic I could get. I placed the spectacles on the armrest and turned to the almirah holding the mirror.

A wrinkled, brittle self looked back at me with a smile.

I turned to the window. The crow had come back…looking for me.

Years Later..

Beautiful rendition. 

I want this!

No, not what you see at the end of this post. But the awesome bike!

I want this bike!

 

Oh and this also brings up my 150th post! I like..I so like!!

Closing Chapters…

The early morning mist
Brushing against my face
Leave goose bumps
On my inanimate skin

Droplets of rain
Slowly trickle down the pane
On the edge of which
I rest my head

And breathe.

In my deep tranquil
I admire you in your whole
A softly heaving heart
Now spells warmth in spurts

Along came Miss Agony
Smirking at the now-flickering warmth
Terming it inconsequential
Her strong gust unfurling
The dead face of love

There you lie
Still faced and calm
Your eyes shine in condescendence
Of my living being

Startled with such indifference
Smiles escape my lips
When tumult engulfed my existence
You scathed me
With a streak of ‘free’

Thundering voices from the sky
Wake me up
From this putrid reverie

Only to concoct
A new version of life
Without you.

 

Note to Self : Look, I know you think that he was the one, but I don’t. No, I think you’re just remembering the good stuff, next time you look back, I, uh, I think you should look again.