music of silence !!

everybody has something to say, something to sing, something yell.......sound... high decibel... noise... cacophony ... pandemonium..  misery... 

ironic ... the voices you die to hear one day become noise... the sound of music gives you attacks of panic ... the sound of laughter .. which would lighten up your heart .. today leaves you cold ...

such is the power of sound....

i get migraine attacks due to bright light, shrill sound, stress situations... basically i have trigger happy migraine ... and today was migraine's happy hour  the whole day !!!!!!

my way to play peeka boo with migraine like most of my migraine buddies is hide in a dark room ....

no one with me .. but me and the darkness around me and the silence with me....

lying on my bed i was engulfed by the ghost of the noises of the day ... tearing my head, my heart, my soul.... i lay limp.. waiting for them to leave me.... 

with silence.....

i slowly opened my eyes to silence... even though my eyes were closed i could see silence lurking one corner.. smiling shyly at me.. holding out a hand..... i felt my rigid body slowly relax.. felt a gentle gush of wind go in and charge my senses and leave me welcoming the next gush of wind.....and slowly i started searching for silence... she sang to me a song with no words, a melody with no tune, intoxicating with no spirit ... and a smile left my lips to reach my heart ... and my eyes lids finally made way for sleep to take me away from me......

loved this feeling.. ....

silence i love your music...

no storm in this coffee cup :P

I was an ardent fan of coffee with karan.. even watched some of the re runs when I have nothing better to do. What I admired most was karan quirky humor which obviously is very wickedly crafted to sound “on the spot” and same goes to most of the participants, it was more about spunk and attitude.. on your face .. gen X rather than “oh so saccharine sweet and  oh so wunna be french” rendezvous with Simi garewal..  

But after watching some 20 mins each of the two episodes of season latest ( dat too coz of old time sake.. 10 mins were unbearable !!!)  has left me cold... the coffee is cheap and tepid …. nothing to talk bout.. the hamper looks too french, the guests too pretentious and cocky and karan tooo boring !! questions too cliché and the rapid fire round had no fire and too predictable .. in fact the proto type of questions were so over used in prev seasons...

Karan darling (note the sarcasm :P) give us more meat, dress it more fab, but please dont over do the saccharine infested smiles and those plastic giggles and mindless banters .. its called noise pollution and in India we have enough of it.. and please get the some feisty questions for rapid fire.. if you are low on the spunk.. ask me …. will provide ;)

 

Wish nescafe could associate with this brand when the coffee was strong .......

Time god / goddess !!

I find it kinda freaky when philosophers , poets and other arty people glorify death and when I read such ideologies, I always hope this does not inspire a depressed person who reads this to attempt suicide !!

And why glorify something you know nothing about and when you know about it .. you cannot tell .. ha ha .. ya I know sad joke .. but come on tell aint it true ?

I mean I love similes and I love metaphors but come on telling death will set you free from this world is kinda corny..

Of course I do think how death will be and more than death I think of those alive how their lives would be.. But I realized what is eternal is time. With time death is forgotten, with time peace is restored, with time wounds are healed.. so why not glorify time ?

In hinduism there as so many lakh gods and goddesses, wonder if the brilliant idea of having a time god or goddess occurred to them.. guess will have to google it .. and if it exists the person must have been me in my previous birth …...

hmmm the god or goddess would have twenty four  arms, twelve  on each side, would weigh 60 kg and would be worshiped at  0:00 am. I for sure would want this one to be a goddess as men are always late … he he...

DND a hash !!!

monday mornings !!!

need I say more ?

And I received like some 7 sms promising me the sun and the moon gift wrapped along with the stars as special offer !!!!

it is frustrating as I always check smses due to work ethics and when I cut my attention from work to check such silly sms, not only is my attention lost, my temper flares up !

Are you thinking am crazy as usual .. well hold  coz I have already activated DND (do not disturb) for marketing calls and smses and complained when I initially received such calls and got tired of follow ups !!

And today when I got really frustrated I again called up to follow up the same and to my horror was told that the DND was deactivated !! Finding the culprit is not a task Sherlock Holmes would appreciate to take as this would flaw his near perfect record of solving unsolvable mysteries !!

Am I the chosen one or you too suffer from this problem ?

I guess our “chalta hain” attitude has been abused way beyond limit !!!

But of course I do see a change, today when I am harassed, if I threaten going to media, my work sure gets done (only good use of mindless media channel hungry for gossip and having a tacky knack for sensationalizing  the most non significant of happenings !!)

But what about the docile in-educated part of society ? They still heavily bear the price of all things wrong in the society ! Wish equality, fair play, justice were not words on paper and on the lips of government but becomes a part of every life in India

bring in the lights

as a kid and still holi remains my fav festival as compared to diwali.. reason is simple.. NO NOISE ...

i have stopped celebrating with fire crackers as a kid itself.. never liked the loud noise and the smell of burnt crackers .... but what put me off them was a gory television message during the good ol doordarshan days, requesting kids not to play with fire cracker as there are thousands of innocent kids loosing their eyes and even life while making them...

i tried googling it ... dang could not find it ... it was a beautiful peace of work which had stirred my heart as a lil girl... 

today in the morning when i went with dexter for his morning walk, it was a pleasant surprise to see the amount of leftovers from the crackers was atleast 40 - 50 % less. Earlier when i would go down with dexter it would be like the roads have a carpet of white, red, silver and golden paper to welcome us and today we just had small shredded rugs here and there...

i wish for a diwali only full of lights and sweets.. what it originally meant to be... the celebration of victory of good over evil... hope we too gain victory over our evil practice of  bursting fire crackers at the cost of risking lives of innocent children, supporting child labor and increasing pollution.....

i wish though i find that doordarshan video online....... 

          Happy pollution free & happiness filled Diwali to all

being we or being me ??

i always had this internal anguish ... should i try to fit in or be just me ...

boundaries sometimes define who we are and other times defy who we are ...

creating them or not is i guess not the question as most of us do that first, consciously or unconsciously ....

following them is the question.. we all grapple with later on ...

society is out there to label your failure or success in staying within the boundaries ..

and how you feel about letting this effect your being is how your life revolves

it may not be such a bad thing as i feel society if too oppressing will not survive if its boundaries are not based on respect for all those within its boundary and is just to all ...

else it will be time to make newer boundaries....

borrowing from history though, the bar is heavier towards those who broke boundaries and followed their heart.. to help or destroy others...

maybe that is what is the gist.. fit in or stand out.. choice is mine... as long as it does not harm others....

dexter at it again !!!!!!!

well i have this one life time member dexter fan club and you can guess that member !!!!!

no really, who ever meets dexter does always asks me about his new antics.... and that always make my day, usually i hate narrating stuff but when its dexter am all game as many times.....

ya i know i sound so lame .... but then am honest .... cheeky right !!

well dexter off late has been obsessed with sleeping in the balcony coz cool wind blows there and there is a fan which is angled at his ass... so he loves the feel of artifical air on his ass and natural air all over :P

one night my parents decided to swap rooms and in the process dexter had to sleep in the balcony as i had closed the door by mistake and he is particular about sleeping at night in my parents room...

in the morning i wake up with a rude shock ... dexter puts his paw on my stomach and gives me two whacks with his paw............

and my ma is rolling on the floor laughing and i wonder what did i do to deserve this wake up love... ma then enlightened me....

the whole day was spent in laughing at this incident.....

ya i know u might not find it funny... guess coz ur sense of humour is not developed :P

impressions

not been able to grab hold of comp to key in my thoughts...

too many drifting memories... too many random thoughts....

but i realised writing helps to get over the pain the anguish the doubt and bring in more clarity .......


starting with disheartening stuff...

snuggles and his lady had given birth to a white fur ball three months back and he did fill the lives of all the animal lovers in our building with love and fun

our watchmen would lift this cutey on the table and play with him, our laundry guy would hug him and feed him biscuits everyday, my bro would play with him... even brought him up to get introduced to dexter, ok the lil boi freaked out to put it very mildly.. mom would watch his antics from the window ... in short... we all loved him... i really dint get much time with him and yet i grew fond of him

and one fine day i stopped seeing him around............................

you must have guessed it...

we all were upset for a few days... right now thinking about him is moistening my eyes...

life.. i guess is all about living happy, more about bringing happiness to others... mortality is alll about living after leaving in the hearts of people who have known you and love you still

this lil boi taught a wonderful lesson to me... i too hope after i die i live in the hearts of few (greedy make it many !!!) in  a happy way....