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.