Conflicting Minds

You must be thinking what took me so long to write. Dating, courtship and wedding plans kept me busy, too tied up, all excited. Well, it never ended there, the real thing is what after that. I know I’m mocked for not so good writing and asked to refer grammatical & awesome looking people who made their visibility seem interesting, like all bestsellers may not be good reads but are marketed that way. Coming to the point, writing is a stress buster relief to me, when I have just no one to talk to. Of course, I miss my parents, grandpa & the house I lived there. I thought of calling them up time and again to say I miss them, but stopped there thinking they would seem worried. I’m not happy or what or it just gets to the other zone. My best friend’s all getting married and running around, I didn’t want to bother her, I know it’s tough. I haven’t planned it all. I knew pretty well about responsibilities marriage entailed and wanted to pretty much make it better. Our home, setting ...

High five, years gone by, days have passed so fast. I came across few faithful ones, I knew no friend around. A little while, and then we came together, no reason to fall apart. The smiles and tears, cries and laughter, all things we shared among us. Food and fun, fashion and folks, all we have to cherish. Another day comes and goes, remember we are one. A yes or no, things said undone, we have no looking back. Wishes and dreams that may come true, we have the faith it’s on. Not letting each other down, we stand for what is right. Days and nights we spent chit-chatting, how often we miss the fun No worries and anger, but always cheer, to start afresh each time. Like sister we fight, like lovers we make up, no less than family we are. The way we do, small things and few, there is no obligation. We know someday, we’ll walk the aisle and need you by my side. Those words of wisdom and care, that was never so rare. We could just scream and shout, no thinking too much about. ...

My Ideal V-Day Dream Date would be a cool Vespa ride, passing through the places where I first met my love, where we dated, shopped and had quiet moments just watching the sunset. A scooty ride would be ideal where, we can have stop and have our road-side snacks and cutting chai. A brisk walk in the lanes, with memories of joyous times and times we fought. The places and times we used to wait eagerly to meet each other, what excuses and gifts, promises we made. In small little things, we found our joy, crazy incidents that took place in our lives. The first unexpected showers of rain and how we managed to catch the last train. Time just passed by so fast, we didn’t realize. Every joy-ride we have is an ideal date.

The world is one big family. We have our differences, but we have something in common. We are born in families, to cultures that are destined for us. Does that mean we are better than the rest? If all cultures promote the values of good upbringing love peace and united as a family, then we are no different. We seek love and attention if we are deprived of or denied of it. We seek acceptance of being ourselves, changing for the good and not ourselves for others. We live our lives and but we live for others. Our every action and behavior influences our loved ones. We stay with and away from families-joint, nuclear and singles. We miss that every little aspect of sharing and being together. We fail to understand each other because of communication gap, distances and viewpoints that have changes, evolved over time. Transformation has taken place in bits and pieces. We haven’t really thought and made an effort to bridge the gaps. Technology has made conversations happen easier not build ...

We don’t remember what we usually did as little babies, but yes most us would have been gift-wrapped in white linen and handed over to our mothers. Pretty, petite and beautiful that white that signifies purity and elegance. Girls we are and will be, for white is our sign. Mommy usually made me wear the white frock to church. I scanned through my christening and communion photographs with the white dress put on. I always dreamt of the little white dress, very rare and worn at occasions that came once in our lives. And once upon a time in history, the white dress remains untouched. There are times I felt I could have the privilege and honor for once to porte les vetements blanche (to wear the white dress). Faintly knowing that the desire and eagerness of purity vanishes when the wait is long. Although patience takes care of it, the symbol of white is lost somewhere. Just like thoughts get corrupted, so does the white dress, which no fabric was can save, but remains virgin till the da...

I always wondered that freedom came with responsibility, and can vouch for that staying away from home for 6 years. Difficult yes, but not impossible it was. Being independent, standing up on you feet and getting on to your toes to face the challenges. Struggles and odds were part but that never stopped me from going ahead. There are no regrets, these are learnings and mistakes you don’t repeat and move on, if I look back I cherish the good times, the ugly past makes me stagnant and how can I grow. So used to being with myself, it’s not just being in love or obsessed with myself. I learnt the tricks of the trade, well I’m here to love what I do and then make money for my survival. If my passion becomes my profession, I have no interests left. Painting, music, song, dance, writing, oratory, movies, internet, experimenting with making and binging on food & desserts and I’m still slim and healthy. Diseases are all in the mindset-mental, psychological, emotional. I’m physically pre...

Every breath I take, every step I make, and then every mistake. It’s the choice I make. Talking about freedom in the context of making one’s own free choice exists. It is the courage to make take that step of one’s choice. We do make mistakes, but that doesn’t mean we stop making our choices. Choice has to be voiced. It’s freedom given to us with responsibility. And conditions apply. Whether it’s choosing a career or life-partner, buying a house or car, we all have done our research, made mistakes and made it right. Our choice is the reflection of our unfulfilled desires. The way I see it, it makes me feel independent and of course, responsible for my actions and decisions I take. Going with a goal in mind and desire in my heart, Some have been too far-fetched and unreasonable. But haven’t stopped putting efforts in pursuing them. It will materialize some day. It seems illogical to the practical and realistic. I live in a world of making dreams happen. Obstacles are bound to come my...

Ah! Finally I have a story to share, not really a story, could be perceived as news and then give your views. We are not heard is often left unsaid. What I mean is specifically the power of voice. Not that my pitch sounds good or I have to get my adam’s apple to work for me. The gall is my mouth, I have to speak. Wait…don’t push words in my mouth. I have a point to make, sometimes actions speak louder than words. Cheers! With all that 1 pint down my throat, I walk into the boardroom meet to make a point. Hey listen people, I’m here to make a presentation. I haven’t done it, I know, but those sloppy glassed eyes staring at me in tight formals seem so interested in me. I’m the center of attraction, no, no, the center of affliction. I just start with slides not knowing the game of chess, I don’t think when I make a move. No one’s going to say a word or cut me. I blabber till I’m done and now to you experienced looking nerves who wrack their brains and waiting to pounce on me. Now all t...

Welcome to the world of the rulers! Yes, the talkers, and not the doers, and we are here by default. How about a cup of coffee with a stranger? Or exchanging looks with a well-known figure? My point is I come to know you when the wavelength matches well. I ought to know is putting an impression matters all. Why the hard work and all the efforts you put in? If it’s just entertainment and all the tamasha, I shouldn’t be here. A belief in learning, growth and pushing yourself to make things happen. I need support, I need guidance. I have been assigned a job, not a challenge. My job profile describes my duties and responsibilities, it’s what I ought to do. So, what’s different and makes me stand out. I have the knowledge, qualification, expertise, and an urge to prove myself. It’s not that I’m unable to do it; it’s just that the right kind of attitude hasn’t driven it, or improvements haven’t been suggested. A sorry situation ideally! Vacancies aren’t for employment but seem for exploita...

The word ‘Spice’ is very synonymous with us Indians. We associate spice with food and lifestyle, words and stories. ‘Meetha’, ‘namkeen’, ‘chatpata’ and ‘theekha tadka’ do the talking in the way we Indians are. From mixtures of masalas we use in our cuisines to the daily gossips and news in our storytelling and conversations-have it all. Indian curries popular globally have been successful to cater to international tastebuds. With instant ready-to-cook, heat and eat powders, gravies and pastes, life has become much more easier than the time-consuming grinding processes. At the end, it’s the aroma and taste that matters. With a lot of health values seeping in today’s world, ‘multi-grain’ breakfast cereals, sugar-free beverages and light snack crackers are best-sellers for a healthy, tasty diet. Claiming to be healthy and at the same time, maintain the Indian spice is a constant struggle of how to combine taste and health. Kelloggs after a its initial brand failure in the market, made ...