Life as it comes..

This week I finally watched "The Waiting". Although I am ashamed that I took almost three years to watch a movie that I was waiting to watch right from the time I read about its concept on paper, I am happy I finally did. The movie stars two of my all-time favorites - Naseeruddin Shah and Rajat Kapoor along with Kalki Koechlin who inspires me with the simplest fact that she is much more than a fair skinned pretty lady. In this movie, she has turned lyricist for the beautiful song named 'Waiting for you'. The movie is about how two characters meet in a hospital environment and bond while waiting for their loved ones to get better. You get to see how powerful hope is, when that is all you get to have by your side. Oh! that is not the only thing obviously, you do have the fake promises of a doctor, shallow reassurances of a friend and a hesitant insurer with you whenever you don't want them. But the one thing that kept lingering on my mind even after the movie, wa

What if home is not a place nor a person? What if it is the scent of a perfume that is no longer produced but still resides on your skin? What if it is just a feeling? A feeling that you unnecessarily associate with material things outside of you while it is trying hard to retain it's sanctum within you. What if you always knew this and chose denial instead? How do you feel now? safe or homeless?

What does the colour grey mean to you? Do you associate it with happy moods or sad moods? Or are you like me? Where grey clouds make you feel gloomy and grey t-shirts are happiness. This post isn't about grey as much as it is about the duality it stands for, in my life. I've always believed sadness is beautiful too. I have my own reasons for that apart from the much-accepted fact that we would never come to appreciate happiness if we didn't know the taste of sadness. I wouldn't get into the entire list now but would talk to you about one of the things from it - writing. I took to writing when I was sad. Even to this day, I write when I feel low. Now you understand why a lot of my writings have a sad tone to it. But, do I regret it? Hell no! Writing to me has been like that friend who figures out that you may be feeling low and shows up with a tub of chocolate ice cream and a warm hug. It comes knocking when I feel knocked out myself and pulls me out of the shit hole

You never fail to notice me, do you? but it takes some amount of madness to feel like you want me. Yes, I may seem a little complicated unkempt, always a little out of place my thoughts are like me flowing wildly in circular waves don't be mad at me when you cant untangle me, I'm just a simpleton appearing esoteric don't try to straighten me, because then, although beautiful, I would be reduced to an altered truth don't try to tame me by pulling me back to a knot, leave me free and I'll sit majestically on your shoulder ...willingly.