A movie buff that i am :)

Tuesday, October 9, 2018

I get in this zone of movie marathons atleast a couple of times every year. Last 2 weeks, despite being crazily busy at work, i have been finding that "me" time and "me&mandar" time to catch up on a few movies.

Life was easy peasy when i was a student, single & a student,  it was easy & beautiful in the dating phase, it was busy but beautiful as a married couple. In the middle of all these transitions, the one thing that never changed was my Friday-Movie-Night every single week, it just became a Friday-Movie-Date-Night at some point. And soon a teeny tiny cotton ball entered our lives- 360 degree change! Fridays came, said hello and left without any special attention. This is when i got into the habit of doing movie marathons, and trust me its therapeutic, especially when work doesn't let you breathe!

In the recent movie hunt, i came across 3 beautiful movies on Netflix, what a pleasure it is watching independent films, character actors and unusual plots. Please catch "Kuch Bheege Alfaz", "Once Again" and "Beyond the clouds" if you already haven't. All 3 movies carve the delicacy of human relationships and unfold the beauty of there bonds in different forms - be it 2 complete strangers or a blood relation between a brother & a sister.  They push aside the rotten opinions about rich & poor, religion, perceived beauty & social norms. They highlight characters who have gone through a dark struggle in the past but have found such beautiful people along the way who have shown them a different perspective of life. In KBA, the male & female lead connect over a radio station. In OA, Shefali Chaya & Neeraj Kabi create magic over the phone. BTC is a heart wrenching story that shows so many colors of a human being who can't be identified as good or bad, who can't be quoted as right or wrong.

Long story short, i have been trying to pen this down since Monday morning and have managed to put a full stop only over the weekend. Started scribbling while sitting on this beautiful bench that i say hello to on my way to office. Ufff! sometimes i wonder how much i personify non-living things. Deep down, i am a true introvert :) Thoughts, Things and Me time, love it all!


#Nora :) I owe her a post!

Tuesday, September 4, 2018

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#gulzar #dreams come true
Please pinch me, wake me up, I need a strong nudge!
Strong withdrawal symptoms post-performance (A classic - Henrik Ibsen's Doll's House) :P but so much satisfaction as well!

I have lived & breathed Nora day and night for the past 3 months. Her clothes, perfume, earrings, nose ring, sandals were put aside, in a small little section of Shalmalee's house. As soon as the clock ticked 6:30 every evening, i would step into Nora's stuff. Rehearsal time, perhaps the best time of the day!

She made me feel pretty and dainty, she also made me feel stupid and foolish. This woman had shades, she was a little crazy but a whole lot lovable. Her innocence and naivety was surprising to me in the beginning, as Shalmalee. I was standing around the fence and figuring her out for a long time, then i slowly stepped into her shoes. Her world was simple yet complicated. I had to poke my ego, my self-esteem, my feminist self to become Nora. I had to look at her husband through her eyes, who she loved so much but i as Shalmalee, didn't like Torvald. Bringing this woman close to realism was so challenging.

Fast forward to one month ago, I.Became.Nora. I didn't feel like wearing Shalmalee's stuff anymore, i was away from my real self. I was vulnerable, petite, feminine and 5 kgs lighter :)

Fast forward to last Thursday, we stepped into the Theater and the next 4 days were mesmerizing. Nowhere around the world will you find a place as sacred, as peaceful as Stage & a Theater. Everyday I went in as soon as the doors opened and sat in the empty space, alone. The light, the peace, the space and me. I played songs, i danced, i warmed up, alone...oblivious to the outside world.

On Friday, the audiences walked in...performance, applause, emotions and so much more over the next 3 days and 5 shows. Sharul Channa trusted me with this iconic role and how! She let me own the stage, my stage. Its not about the lead role at all, it's about being on stage, getting to perform for 90-long-minutes. Uff, PURE BLISS! Euphoria! A Dream!

GudiyaGhar and Nora are extremely special to me, for so many reasons. And just like that, its time to let go of her. Not sure how. Apparently there is a Process and an Exit plan in the professional actor's world but i just don't feel like putting Nora through a process right now. She will slowly fade, probably!

Thank You Universe, Thank You Sharul - for the learning, experience, grilling and your trust!
 For a start, this is an article that i read today! Hmm, interesting!

How Actors Create Emotions: A Problematic Psychology!

#passion #theaterlove #dreams

Are you Judging me? Blah, i don't care :)

Thursday, June 14, 2018

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I haven't written here in more than a year, that's a pity. Acting has taken a front seat, writing/reading/watching movies/wasting time/sleeping, everything has been pushed aside...this is what happens when your first love comes in front and stands steady holding your hand, pulling you towards itself. My mind is elsewhere and everywhere, just wandering around. I want to make up for all those long lost years when i didn't get to be on stage. I have started enjoying my job which i probably never truly did, this happens when your heart is in the right place.

The theater scene in Singapore is not as straightforward. There is a certain amount of commercial flavor to it because someone has to run the show. There is certainly a lot of competition and in one way or the other, art seems to be 'sold' in certain scenarios. There is nothing unusual about it but i am so so so glad that i have reached above and beyond this. I am mentally not part of this competition, the selling doesn't affect me at all. I am so content with this opportunity of being exposed to this side of the world....in whatever way.... i have landed here, i am grateful to the universe.

I have learnt to look at a bigger picture, i have a changed perspective about relationships, i have my own understanding of the word "happy" and i have gathered wonderful friendships along the way.

Theater and artists around me have shown me a different life, i have learnt "how not to be Judgemental". Its simple, I am grounded,  I am happy!

Have a wonderful long weekend folks, Happy Ramadan!

Forward..Tap..Backward...Tap, 1-2-3 and 5-6-7.... :)

Friday, March 17, 2017

Its pitch dark and the window is open. The curtain keeps making waves of letter S in a certain rhythm. When the wave is moving through the upper part of S, it throws a little moonlight on my face and pushes me back into the darkness while it travels down. When the moonlight dares to break the darkness, my closed eyelids shiver but don't open. Occasionally my skin keeps feeling the smoothness of the sheets and my hair keeps tangling among itself while i keep rubbing my neck against the pillow. I am not dreaming yet because the sleep seems to be a bit far to reach right now. Naturally i am dreaming in a different way...as in how you dream when you are awake...as in I am thinking with my eyes closed.

I am thinking about a friend who had asked me to go Salsa with him, some 11 years ago. He asked me very casually and i said "ok", very casually as well. I was so naive that salsa was just a dance style for me. Without knowing what an intimate couple dance it is, i simply agreed to go with him. I embarrassed myself further by wearing a simple t-shirt and a capri with a pair of shoe that was more close to sneakers than casual flats. He looked at me and was stunned, "Well, you might need heels", he said. I looked at my shoes and said adamantly, "Umm... No, i am good!" With a great difficulty, he convinced me to borrow heels from his friend who was going with us. And this is how I went for my first ever salsa lesson with the most casual outfit in my wardrobe which was eventually matched with the most beautiful pair of heels that i had never owned until then.

Everyone in the room were wearing casual but beautiful dresses and not to forget, heels! I secretly thanked my friend for saving me from looking like an idiot in my sneakers in front of so many westerners. And we stood in a circle, salsa-ing to the count of 1-2-3 and 5-6-7. My dressing sense might be terrible but dance was never an issue. I was thrilled and thoroughly enjoying this new experience... until i kept moving forward in the circle, finally to face my friend. A terrible awkwardness struck me. Well, he wasn't really a childhood friend, this was truly a couple dance and i had just stepped into the US, freshly from India. He gave his hand and i had to hold it, looking into each others eyes, our fingers barely touching, 1-2-3 and 5-6-7, 1-2-3 and 5-6-7 and zuppp, a salsa turn. I was facing the next partner in the circle. The truth is, my heart wanted to turn back and go in a reverse circle. I kept looking at my friend while doing the salsa turns with others. He seemed pretty unaffected, unlike me, which hurt, just a little.

After the end of the lesson, me, my friend and his friend, we three sat in the car to drive back. The drive back home was not the same. I was not the same either. I decided what to wear for the next lesson before reaching home that night. I decided to go and buy prettier heels the next day. I promised myself to look in the mirror more often than not.

That night i never imagined that 11 years later, i would book 2 tickets for Salsa with the same guy and we would be a real couple doing this intimate couple dance, as Mr. and Mrs., as husband and wife. Now the wave is moving through upper part of S again, but its throwing sunlight on my face. Oh, looks like half way through, i actually fell asleep and started dreaming :)

'You don't fall in love, you only rise'... I kinda like that line, a lot :)

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

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The colourful paperbacks in this store @ the Bangalore airport attracted me so much that I walked in tapping my fingers over the fresh and new stack of books, creatively selected fonts, wonderfully designed covers, dash of colors splashed within 5 × 7⅜ inches. So very attractive! Picked my pleasure for the next few days, it’s called..."Nikhil and Riya” by Ira Trivedi.

For some reason the synopsis pulled me in and I was almost impatient to start this book, I might have actually started reading even before paying at the cash counter. And boy, I have been literally flying like a light feather through this book since then because it talks so much about young love, teenage madness, and crazy school days. Ira writes passionately about that phase of life when nothing really matters…when you are such an insignificant part of this big world, it doesn’t matter which political party is leading the country, where is terrorism taking us, are women taking self-defence seriously yet …the phase of life that I left behind years ago. But it only takes an author like Ira Trivedi to hold your hand and subtlety pull you back in time without you even knowing. I have been giggling unknowingly to myself while reading this when the tele at home is on, the kid is running around and husband is talking to a friend on the phone. In the midst of all this, I am in a world of Riya and Nikhil’s residency school envisioned through Ira’s eyes. I kind of know how Riya’s house looks, in my head their classroom resembles mine and her running track is like the one I used to run on the NTU campus. I wonder how mysteriously our brains work; some imaginations are led by the author and others are deeply connected to your own past.

The way this Nikhil has fallen for Riya is adorable and fallen over what…a girl in her school uniform and a lightly tied ponytail uttering words, ‘Prem ma’am?’. Is there anything exotic about asking permission to enter the classroom? Not really but it’s the age and that feeling of having only a few things to worry about, even the slightest of the cute things grab your attention. Nikhil, brightest student in the class, a nerd wearing spectacles, would do anything for a glance of Riya because he can’t stand not seeing her every day and this girl, one carefree practical headstrong soul, least interested in Mathematics, whose life is all about her passion for running and breaking her own records. She doesn’t say much but whatever little she has said in the book does have a much bigger meaning, like ‘You don't fall in love, Specs, you only rise’ or ‘this day isn’t going to last forever Specs” and more. By the way, Specs (as in spectacles) is her name for the nerd Nikhil.

It’s an extremely light read, for many a little too common or ordinary probably. However, the essence of this book lies in the time leap it will take you through and play some older chords in your head. Don’t worry too much about the simple linguistic nature and a predictable plot of this book. A novel doesn’t always need a big twist as long as the author manages to cut through the stranger’s wall and make a place in the reader’s heart.

I am full yet Empty !

Thursday, November 10, 2016

It's that feeling of hurting the inside of your palm by holding the grip tight and clenching the fingers in your soft skin because you just don't want to let go. There's lot going within this palm grapple but from the outside you can never catch all that chaos! Today the grip is open and rest is history, history of last 2 months!

One idea pops in her head and without a drop of hesitation, she gets an army of people on board. The word "Dastak" flies from somewhere and makes an impact on 50 lives, a hard impact. Such that we forget food, clothing, shelter and Dastak becomes the basic need of our lives for 2 months. Its exhausting, tiring, stressful, sleepless at times but there isn't a single moment of doubt or regret. Most of us have our own share of this short but strong word "Passion" but I am amazed and awestruck to see a pool of 50 people coming together on this common ground! Being exposed to so many like-minded people is emotionally charging on some level.

Dastak, a Hindi Theater festival happened over the last weekend in Singapore...first of a kind in the lion city. Put together by many but owned by The Lady, Shalakaa Ranadive! For those who don't know her, this petite personality with immense talent has a long theater/television background but that is part of her profile. What i truly admired through the course of 2 months is her leadership quality, a role model for many leaders literally. Being associated so closely with the "leadership hoo-ha" in the corporate world, i can perfectly see all those must-have ingredients as an effective leader in her. The skill and art of not being bossy but a Leader, comes to her naturally. To watch her get together so many full-time working professionals to volunteer, execute impeccably and put themselves all out just for the sake of "Passion",  has been a beautiful journey.

Power doesn't come through a raised tone of voice, authority reflects through actions, through approach, through respect and she knows it just right when to pull the trigger. Her true love for theater, her honest effort to bring theater lovers into the lime light, her personal commitment well depicted by a complete transformation of her own house into a rehearsal studio, is just beyond words. And boy, what a family! A rock solid husband supporting her actions standing calmly in the midst of this systematic chaos and two beautiful angels with wide smiles on their faces showing so much pride for their mum! I can't appreciate all this enough! Dastak 2016, a grand success, a pot full of satisfaction, new friendships and theater love! I feel full yet empty as it comes to an end!

The day i moved to Singapore from US, i was sad for leaving that beautiful life behind but finally after 6 years, i know why i was destined to be here. And now, i suddenly want to stay, for good :)

My latest Love-Affair :)

Friday, September 16, 2016

His skin against mine triggers something from inside. I blow kisses like crazy even when his memory passes by. I didn't think i would fall head over heels...so hard...for the second time but i guess we have no control over love. It just happens and we have to float. Hey Husband, your wife is having an affair. She pleads guilty :( But this guy is kinda similar looking, i see a lot of resemblances. Maybe that's why i stumbled on this path for the second time and ended up loving someone so similar to you, in fact someone who carries your genes. Spot on! Its your son.

2 years ago, he didn't exist. 19 months ago, he was happily swimming inside me, so oblivious to this world. 10 months ago he discovered the fun of exploring the world on his feet and a few hours ago he held my finger and came walking to the bus stop. He was desperate to take a bus, A Bus, just any bus. Thank god he still needs me to tell him which bus to take. At this pace, he will just fly within no time.

Our first walk from the house to the bus stop is something i will remember forever. Its hardly 200 meters but by far the longest and heaviest! Longest because i didn't look at the road but only this small stature that was for the first time not sitting in the stroller and marching toe to heel along with his mum. Heaviest because i was strangled in so many emotions looking at his ability to just.... walk...walk freely on the road. If you are not a parent you probably wouldn't relate to this exaggerated feeling of amusement at an absolutely simple thing like...like...walking. Like how he comes running when i go home and takes my watch and puts it in the drawer, like how he grabs Mandar's dirty socks and puts it in the "lannii" (laundry), like how he has understood that languages can be different and lying down means Zop in Marathi and Higa in Filipino. How did he know that and when? And when exactly did he understand that mamma is ready to go to office-one day he just looked at me dressed up and said "waawww" and i was like omigosh! He just appreciated my dress! Wasn't he supposed to be a baby for some more time?

I am not even sure what i want to tell you through this. The more he understands, the more he communicates, the more he responds, the more he connects, the more he bonds stronger with me. His whole baby-thing going away makes me emotional but his ability to understand me makes me fall in love with him. The time seems to be shrinking and he is hell bent on exploring this world so bad....i just want to stay in one place and watch him, be part of his journey and explore more through his little eyes...Oh Ruhaan, I love you!

Kal ho na ho...

Center seat @ #18 :)

Thursday, August 11, 2016

I cannot be counted among those travelers who queue up in the line as soon as the airline staff  announces "boarding has started". Obviously when you are the last one on a stingy-space-saver-domestic flight, you don't have an aisle seat and you are wearing a tight formal skirt, that center seat seems like a tough target.

At another level i am a prey to everyone's eyes who are seated well in advance and are kind of cross with the delay as if i am thwarting the plane from flying. I somehow manage to push this gigantic laptop bag that weighs more than the laptop itself to the center seat and boom - cons of traveling alone, "Can you take #18, my friend can move here if that's Ok". Goddamn! dude, its just a one hour flight, One. Freaking. Hour. I curse her in my head. Putting a fake smile on my face I act civilized enough in an only hope of an aisle seat @ #18, I get up, do the reverse journey to find out that its a center seat again, arghhh! This time its even worse. The aunty doesn't bother to get up, she simply pretends to move, lets me squeeze in and there is a sudden bitter realization that the butt has goto get slimmer if I wish to continue flying domestics.

I settle down and slide my phone in the seat pocket. This guy on my right helps me with my spectacles that i drop down and asks, "Are you flying to Nagpur" and there is another bitter sudden realization that the flight is actually en route Nagpur with a stop in Pune. Embarrassed with my messy self over the last couple of minutes & startled with my ignorance i smirk and say " No, Pune". And that is pretty much it. For the next hour, I question & answer and am astonished, electrified and filled with wonder to find out how much we actually have in common. Right from a Masters degree in US to our neighboring offices in Bangalore's industrial hub to the hotel which i usually stay in at a 5 mins walk from his house. Small world...sure a cliche but can't help!

The timing in thoughts is quite unique because thoughts come from your inner soul. It strikes when wavelengths match. The moment he tells me that he loves the charm of Europe even after residing in US for a couple of years, i make up my mind that this South-Indian (who looks like a North Indian btw) biker bloke with a great sense of humor, is for a keepsake.

Someone said..."Strangers are just friends that you haven't met yet" !! Take chances with strangers, you may not make friends but you will make memories for sure! I hope to ride his Royal-En-field one day but i gather that he is too much in love with it, i am not sure if he will risk it, only time will tell :P

I dream of painting and then i paint my dream...

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Tik-tok-tik-tok, I walk over the uneven stony squares with my heels getting stuck in between the gaps of the surface but my anxious feet keep increasing the pace and run towards tower B1. I rush into the lift and my fingers run to the number 10 before my eyes even find it. I am conscious of this other person standing in front of me as I am quite drenched in sweat after all that rush. I look at him and quickly take my eyes off turning to the rapidly changing red digits on the display, 1 and 2 and 4 and 7 and 10, stop! I am almost at the edge of the lift, if this was a cliff, I would have fallen down as soon as the door opens. I step out to a windy corridor and a strong smell of fresh paint. If I didn’t know where I live or if I was blind folded, I would have simply followed this wave of smell surrendering myself to its newness. I stand at the door, look at 10-10 and scroll my hand over it like I would do for any of my loved one. With a full and long breath I open the door and the white color smells even stronger. The house is messy, Ruhaan finds his way through the unpacked boxes and comes running to me as he always does. His eyes are beaming with cheer and happiness or is it my eyes that have soaked so much satisfaction that everything seems happy and cheerful around?  I realize how extremely different it looks now then what we had seen on day 1. I also realize it resembles so closely to the vision we had of what it should look like. I assure myself that the roller coaster ride in the last month to get it into a completely new shape, color, look and feel has landed back safely. 

People refer to it as an investment, property, saving rent, practical decision blah blah. I refer to it as “a house...my house…our house”. I don’t know if a feeling of being able to hammer nails in any of the walls, paint windows in any color and not worry about the white kitchen spoiling by Indian masalas, is quite worth putting all your savings to buy a house in Singapore or not. I would rather restrain myself from finding any reasons and just enjoy this ultimate joy of being an owner of this cozy space which is designed, decorated, furnished, painted and brought to life with our own specific taste. And that’s why it belongs…so much… to us, not just because of some sign on a paper and transfer of title.

Post-dinner, we sit in the drawing room with very minimal lighting and the place is still glowing and shining in the dark. Like I said before, the glow is kind of lingering in our eyes probably. We don't talk much, just sit there holding hands, looking at each other and looking around, smelling the sweetest thing ever....the new paint.

Silence isn't empty, its full of answers!!!

Monday, July 25, 2016

While this limousine bus takes me to Shibuya, my hands are holding on to the book that I was reading minutes ago. I am wondering whether I should pull out a notebook to scribble! My fingers sometimes just itch, itch to document the moment, the feeling. I am laying my eyes over this dark night and trying to see as far as my gaze can reach through this big glass window. At times I am only able to see my own reflection and the guy sitting next to me. I try to brush off these reflections and keep finding out what’s on the other side of the window.

For once, this city looks quiet and peaceful. Someone landing here for the first time won’t even imagine that it’s only a few hours away from the peak hour madness. The mornings in Tokyo are very typically (overly) metro-city mornings. Black suits holding the bodies and white masks gripping tight on the faces. Black and white corporate crowd rushing through an extremely entangled network of subways and bullet trains with a focused march towards their work places. Yes, I repeat “focused March”, as if the only target at 8 am is to reach office without any distraction, like talking or smiling. That is how I will define a pure Jap, focused, meticulous and detailed in the minutest thing he or she does.

But “now” is different, its silent, steady, quiet, deep. I smile, my reflection smiles back at me but I am distracted by the lit up Tokyo. The lit up skyline with all these skyscrapers and lit up sky with the not-so-round-moon. The full moon stopped by just a few days ago, today it looks more like an ice-cream that you have just started to dig in. As the bus moves, it keeps giving different impressions of the same moon. The ice cream has rapidly turned into a head that is peaking from behind a black door, if it had eyes I could have claimed that they are looking at me from miles away. 

From flying so close to the clouds I am sitting in this bus to look at the same clouds again. They look equally beautiful but very different from above and below. I cannot choose which one I like the most but what I would like to believe is that there is some connection between us. Either they follow me wherever I go or I don’t let them ditch me. Looking more through them I realize that this sky is the only constant thing that looks original from any part of the world. The round piece that is part of the universe on which I am standing is either artificial or a bit contaminated with its human-version. But the sky, keeps it the same every night, holding on to the companions, partying in its own way with an ever-moonlit venue and star decorations :)

Goodnight sky and goodnight Tokyo!

I don't know how to experience without feeling too much and thinking too much!

Sunday, July 10, 2016

I should just take up the one-month-blog-everyday challenge once again because i am in a mad writing phase currently. Whatever i have been feeling lately, big and small, i just want to pen it down. And this Monday morning definitely deserves a post because its been pouring and the weather is beautifully dull. I usually ask my alarm clock to buzz a tad bit earlier, just to smell dawn. To see a new day rising with orange clouds and to gift my ears with some mellow chirping of the birds. That's the only time when nature is louder than humans i guess.

Making my way to office today was quite unaffected by the Monday blues. Start to a new book, rainy winds or windy rains and a memory of a wonderful weekend lingering in the nerves... its only unlikely to not set your mood right for the week ahead. On this Saturday that just passed by, i opened my eyes early morning, not so much because of the clock screaming but due to the mini-thundering that i have to deal with almost every night. In other words you can call it my husband's snoring :P I simply turned my face to him (about to yell i guess) and saw him sleeping there, peacefully. And then you know how it goes...duhhh!!! Of course, my heart melted. To wake up next to a person you love so much is a blessing. With that thought i put the thundering out of sight, my feet stood up and made their way to the balcony, my arms helped to pull the two pieces of curtains apart and my eyes blinked in satisfaction. Another quiet-green-slow Saturday morning. I rushed back under the sheets, rolling closer to Mandy, shooting my glances at every tiny thing that i could see out of the window and may be there was a moment, just a moment when i wasn't thinking at all. I cannot be absolutely sure but i may have just made it, the state of being peaceful in the real sense.

This state is so hard to achieve and i truly believe that a combination of destiny & people in your life contribute to it. The re-run of my all time favorite movie "Pursuit Of Happiness" on Friday yet again pinched me. I have donated so many of my precious tears to Will Smith and his pursuit of happiness, you can't imagine. But every time i finish watching it, it gives a good tap on my back and reminds me, how lucky and blessed i am! Life can really be a struggle and happiness isn't distributed for free. You should deserve it, earn it and live it!

And to end this post on a musical note, this song from another movie that i watched over the weekend "Sultan". I just can't get this tune out of my vocal cords, it's literally stuckk somewhere in that dense brain network :)

What's the meaning of life? Don't ask, You define it :)

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Only in the last post a few days ago, i mentioned about going trekking in the Himalayas. The plan is on. Going with a friend, probably next April....ya i know its far away but its Himalayas you see, not just a hill around the corner :) I talked to Mandar about how i want to go alone without him this time because i have kind of grown to be dependent on him unknowingly. I want to explore this on my own, struggle a little and that's exactly what i shared with him. In response to my proposal, this guy goes,  "you are not dependent on me as you do big things on your own, like your global travels. you depend on me to plan your trips within the town coz you don't have time for small things darling. go ahead, enjoy your trip". Such a sweetheart he is! Love this man to the core!

And my lovely sisi darling thought this would be just one more of those things on the bucket list and was pretty surprised to hear that i am actually planning it.  Many a times we just say things, we just wish, we just want! But things don't really happen unless we mean them and we DO something to make them happen. When i read the book about a girl traveling to Himalayas, it looked like a distant dream but now that i am actually investing time to find the right package to go next year, its totally a reality. This gap between "wishing" and "doing" is mostly psychological that twists & turns the perception of this distance. Its like how the time in our dreams stretches out of proportion, every minute feels like ages and once you come to senses, you are almost tired after the lonngg dreamy night. Once you are over this mental block mental distance block, transforming your wishes into reality is not a big deal anymore.

I am emphasizing and believing in this even more after meeting a friend recently who has quit his job in one of the top tier social media companies at the age of 45 to pursue his passion for writing, theater and much more. Having a plan is not the toughest part but giving up the huge salary and sticking to the plan, sure is! I admire him and his decision only gives me courage that plans are not just to be made, they are to be followed :) In one of the organizational workshops that i had taken years ago, they concluded me in 2 categories, "leader" and "doer". I don't know if both go well together :) but the second one is undoubtedly true. I take pride in being a "doer" and will continue to do so.

On a separate note...i have a similar plan...Retire at 40, write novels and open a book-cafe which will also have a small flower shop on the side. Oh and a few other things which i will keep for later, ciao :)

I was told i was dangerous! I asked why? They said "because you don't need anyone." That's when i smiled :)

Thursday, June 9, 2016

All the compartments in my brain are almost blocked because there is just so much to take-in, so much to process and so much to deliver-out. And the time? Where is it? Its like the clock is ticking at a completely different pace which is faster, bolder and looking at me, almost teasing & tickling...asking me to keep up with its constant revolution. A few years ago Mandar started putting every little personal thing on the calendar and inviting me to the events (an event could be grocery shopping :P), i used to see his meeting invitations and smirk thinking to myself,  "really, a meeting invite between a husband and a wife, this guy really is one of a kind!" But now, its almost necessary as we cannot keep up with so much going around. Duhh, lets stop cribbing and start blogging now!

Saw a post from my bestie yesterday about leaving her kid with husband and just taking a day off  enjoying being a lone traveler. I went back in time and recalled the days when i have done the same.  The beauty and peace of traveling alone is unique. The learning, the exploring, the challenges, the reading, the coffee, the writing is an experience to cherish when you are with yourself.
There is so  much bandwidth to think, think deeper, think about things you adore and clear your mind. The positive and vibrant spirit of meeting random people, out of which some may just click and you may stay in touch for a lifetime whereas others may simply sip a coffee along and become a small part of your big story.

I have shared my deepest secret with the most random person knowing for sure that i may not see him again and it just doesn't matter. Its about being free, about liberating yourself from relationships, closed-ones, care, worry, stress and all those emotions that guard your boundaries.

Friends have asked me before if it is boring to travel alone....boring? No way! If i am honest, i have thoroughly enjoyed it, letting my hair loose, putting the worries off my chest, finding a way to get closer to my own soul, exploring my own depth, sucking in the freedom and redeeming myself from wherever i may have wandered because of all that we deal with, Every.Single.Day.

On that note, being inspired from the most recent books that i have read,  a new item has been added to my bucket list..."Going backpacking in the Himalayas, with a friend or alone".

Before signing off... I have been following this FB page, "peaceful warrior". A few new favorites for you to enjoy!

Ciao and happy happy Friday! Have a terrific weekend!

Infinite GB of memory to store memories :)

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

This strange part of a human body called brain, only has a certain capacity to store stuff that keeps happening over years. We remember what we see the most, we keep in touch with people that we work with, we hang out with friends who are most relevant to that particular phase of our lives. And what exactly happens to the rest of the stuff that we have dealt with for many years that kind of fades over time?

I have realized i don't say (i mean literally "utter") "Aai" (mom) or "Baba"(dad) enough these days. I have realized i don't call my uni friends as often. I have realized i haven't ate so many deep fried Indian favorites that i really loved at some point. No, i haven't changed!  I care enough about my parents but its the long distance and yes i have become more conscious about the calories but i still love those deep fried snacks :) but this brain has a certain logic of dragging you away from your past and pushing you into "today". I read a line on Facebook recently, "Your life is your story, Write well, Edit often". Hmm, Yes and No! If we decide to edit our story, i assume its positive but life is such that more often than not, it takes control of editing our stories. And a lot of times we give in because the brain has only so much capacity, the original story fades over time and the edited version becomes so much bolder.
Warning!!! i am digressing a little from what i am trying to convey but, but i promise i will take you there :)  When I am somewhere in the sky flying to some destination, one look out of the window and a few feet away suspended in the air, those cotton-like clusters of clouds seem so "Still". When I see more closely through a transparent cloudy white layer, miles away I spot the more familiar world of buildings, cars, roads which looks so so so tiny and I  almost forget about it for a few sky-hours. But these clusters don't look like they forget anything or for that matter they don't seem to remember anything in the first place. Unlike us humans and our brains!

Am i going absurd or verbose? :) Ok, let me tell you this and may be you can connect the dots.... I heard a song last night which brought some dearly memories back from when i was in college-I went back to my uni days-the place where i used to park my scooty-the tree that i used to pass on my way to the classroom-the small convenient store that played this one song-and this guy sitting there shyly looked at me, as far as i can remember-almost always blushing.... He wanted to flirt but he was too innocent to do so :) My brain had almost erased the memory of this person whom i have seen for so many consecutive months, a train of years at least :) This Sonu Nigam song-"Ab Mujhe Raat Din", whenever and wherever i have heard it, it has reminded me of this one guy bringing back the teenage memories.

Okkkkk, so the point is....the brain only stores a handful of memories...and many more are absorbed into things, smell, touch, feelings, moods, music, food, weather and much more. Whenever i go back to a song and it reminds me of someone or a smell that brings back old times or food that makes me miss my mum more, it always puts a smile on my face! I get extremely attached to such stuff and keep relating people to it, so obviously my memory stick is pretty huge and it stores a number of memories :)