Life as it comes..

Window seats ! My childhood was spent on fighting for window seats from my brother,cousins, friends and anybody else who came in between me and the window seat . It was a mysterious kind of lust that I had for it which slowly turned to love ... a downside-up change in the feeling-process I would say ... Somehow whenever I sat by the window I could clearly see the bigger picture - outside the window as well as inside my mind . It showed me how my views framed a perspective for a given situation and how sometimes I had to peep out of it to get my answers . When sometimes I was too burdened and repeated talks of it from people nearby only added on to it ,the window seat took my hand and showed me the outside world ... It showed me greater sufferings and at that point I had attained my momentary nirvana .... From how I see it , the window seat is only too fair , for some days it allows dust to form a daze around you and then one day it just allows the rain drops on your face to clear it...

As I was loitering in the internet world, I happened to come across this post written by a certain Mr. Marc who had collected several stories that were submitted by visitors and subscribers to one of the websites he managed. Here I am just presenting to you 20 of them which actually managed to put a smile on my face :) #1.  Today, I walked up to the door of my office (I’m a florist) at 7 AM to find a uniformed Army soldier standing out front waiting. He was on his way to the airport to go to Afghanistan for a year. He said, “I usually bring home a bouquet of flowers for my wife every Friday and I don’t want to let her down when I’m away.” He then placed an order for 52 Friday afternoon deliveries of flowers to his wife’s office and asked me to schedule one for each week until he returns. I gave him a 50% discount because it made my day to see something so sweet.  #2.  Today, I told my 18 year old grandson that nobody asked me to prom when I was in h...

" Death must be so beautiful.To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head and listen to silence . To have no yesterday and no tomorrow. To forget time, forgive life, to be at peace ". This was told by Oscar Wilde and when I had first read it ,I almost fantasized with death! I felt even death can be synonymous with peace and beauty. But .............................................. ............................................................................................................ My last few moments was no where the way I hoped it would be or any close to what I had read , for firstly, death did not choose me ..... it was forced upon me. I was killed. After the last jab into my heart and a skull ripping blow on my head I lay there counting time  left to live and not forgetting it . I wasn't lying in the soft brown earth but in a pool of my own blood and above me there wasn't any grass waving but the evi...

Jagjit Singh ,often known as the ghazal maestro has nursed many hearts and soul through his voice and music. I first got introduced to his music through my mother. I fell in love with his songs, listening to her sing in her sweet voice to herself as she went about doing daily chores. The songs felt more deep, meaningful, comforting and pleasant when it came from her and still does! :)  The songs are not fast paced ,don't have drum beats, they don't have aggression in them nor do they contain swear words as lyrics but they strike the innermost chords of your heart, calm down the evil in you rather than bring it out and compel you to think about your life for sometime at least ...  His words flow as songs themselves and stand in front of you as visuals even with your eyes closed and humming the tunes over and over again just takes you to another world, a beautiful one at that .... Here I am presenting the top 10+1 all time favourite 'Jagjit specials' of mine ...

I am dressed in the most bright of colours but if only people could see past that into my dull life I talk loud , impolite - by civilized standards , to sell myself irony, that people don't search for the voice which was silenced long back, when it was raised to protect                                                                                                                                                               myself.. I stand by the road side to be 'picked' by someone years back, the same place from where i purchased my dolls .. I am no man's sister ,wife or daughter I a...

I have captured your reflection in my dark black kajal, your voice tinkles through my anklets, I have captured your love in the red of my lips, the essence of your smell in my perfume , I have captured your spirit and worn it as my earrings, they sway freely in the light breeze, I have captured your pride in my fierce red kumkum , my veil touches my skin the way you do , I have captured our lovely bond in my ring, your words to me lie as pearls on my neck , I have captured your all in me,      only to surrender my soul to you .............

I wander amidst barren deserts  searching for an oasis of your soul lie on the burning sand under the hot sun     but it is colder than the heat you bring along with your passion I dream that you'll come and quench my thirst with your moist lips      the sun closes its eyes -shy even at the nature of my thoughts stars fall like my falling dreams     the moon rises to throw light on my shadow I embrace it tight imagining it to be you            the desert seems endless                        and so does my journey in your search .... .............