Conflicting Minds

For the love of food and food for love, food for thought, food to survive…I just kept wondering, if not fed, then we’re dead. We all eat to live, but the trend or in fact evolution changes to live to eat. It’s much more than mere survival, Honestly food matters, nothing else but weight, body or brain, in sunshine or rain, it’s food that gives us nourishment. I remember correctly while doing my environmental studies, flora and fauna and whole food chain cycle. It makes me feel satiated when I’m full, but did it really fill my mind, my soul. No it’s not spiritual food I’m talking…it’s much above the peak of Maslow’s pyramid of self-realisation…haven’t we all been through this stage…now what next? Maslow’s no more. Hunger is temporary and so is food. Likely, as the great ad man Ogilvy said ‘Stay hungry, stay foolish’. Wait a second, he said ‘foolish’, not all ad men are insane or foolish, or is it that all outside this creativity, out-of-the box brilliant minds are not creative, are ...

Daddy dearest, Daddy dearest, You make my heart smile, you spread laughter and cheer around, I miss you lots, I think about you And cherish the times we’ve spent. Your same old jokes, you simple ways, Your love and care, never led me astray. I walked holding that finger of yours’, You held me tight onto the bike, I learned the very hard way to fight. The math master you’re known as I knew the answers all right. You believed in my dreams and let me pursue, I never realised how fast I grew. Each step I took, you guided me, We ate midnight ice creams, no one knew The retro songs you sang all day, The enthusiasm you showed always. A piece of advice and corrections you made, I could not but find a friend in you. You stood by the decisions I made, And said wow to the beginner’s burnt-made. Years have passed and still I talk to you for hours Your humility and gentleness, Your clear conscience and unselfishness, Your generosity and simplicity, I stand in awe and pride....

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...