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Monthly Archive for May, 2007
When do you realize that life isnt exactly going on as per your fantastically well-laid plans? How long do you choose to ignore the fact that you may just be so caught up in the moment that you dont realize yourself washed away for good? I watched the incredibly startling movie, ‘Not without my daughter’ last night; the book I read & loved by the same name ensured that I stay up late to watch the movie. Things take a horrible turn when what was supposed to be a vacation to Iran for 2 weeks turns into years of forcibly held hostage for the American wife & her daughter.
Within the course of the movie, I couldnt help wondering the above thoughts. Why does a person let go of herself, her identity, her wishes & desires - just to make someone else happy who actually wont even think twice before dropping her like a hot potato. What makes anyone give so much unconditional love & importance to someone that she finally ends up losing her own importance?
Rightfully said, if you have anything bad going on in your life, Move On! Nothing’s more precious to you than your own well being. Happiness, peace of mind, best of life & its accessories…. Need anything else? Not to me.
Funny. Wide-eyed. Mortified. Appalled. Pleased. Happy. Petrified. Dazed. Shocked. Amazed. In a trance all at the same time. Life is one *SOB* of a roller coaster.
How can I keep my soul in me, so that
it doesn’t touch your soul? How can I raise
it high enough, past you, to other things?
I would like to shelter it, among remote
lost objects, in some dark and silent place
that doesn’t resonate when your depths resound.
Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin’s bow,
which draws *one* voice out of two separate strings.
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest song.
There’s something magical about the deserts of Jaisalmer, where we used to camel-race all over the sand dunes; there’s an exotic feeling of walking through old Rajput kings’ palace where one can imagine kings & queens who walked around the very same place. Or about the winding, binding roads that lead to the queen of hills, Shimla itself, which incidentally reminds me of travelling home to my very own Sikkim.
I love travelling. To visit wonderful places seeped in history, to be remembered by later generations of travel-hardy people. How do you feel when you walk along the Mughal gardens that lead to the amazing Taj Mahal? The gigantic white-marbled structure that gets bigger & larger-than-life as you approach it? Words fail me. Agra is blessed to host one of the true 7 wonders of the world. The same emotions engulf you as you visit the Qutub Minar, Red Fort & other historic structures in Delhi. I love the India Gate the most because it always reminds me of a welcome gate to the heart of Delhi. What a beautiful way to arrive in the capital of India!
Its a treat to travel through the clean, well-planned cities of Chandigarh & most importantly, talking to the friendly, kind-hearted people living there. My trip to Chandigarh always remains incomplete without visiting the Rock Garden and swinging on the huge swings at the far end of the garden.
Travelling through the backwaters of Kerala again will be a dream come true for me; to walk along the magnificent beaches, watching the sun go down… life couldnt get any better than that. A visit to God’s own country is long overdue in any case. I liked Marina Beach a lot too, even though its been a decade since I visited it. Ooty, Wayanad and Kodaikanal are these amazing places which bear so much resemblance to Sikkim that I could mistake it for my home and be very much happy there anyway.
I am partial to Bangalore cause all my good friends live there and I always have such a great time whenever I visit it. I remember a trip to Hoganakkal Waterfalls a lifetime ago where kids actually dove off the highest cliffs straight into the stream for 10 bucks! Our boat was a bowl-shaped one made out of sticks, I think. Imagine our daring attitude and fierce disregard for life navigating the river in it!
I love the Forums, the Globus, the multiplexes & the malls of the metro cities too much to be happily settled in Sikkim perhaps. I love Jogger’s Park in Bombay (now Mumbai before anyone corrects me) Incredible Juhu Beach, the Taj landmarks, SRK’s Mannat, sleek Marine Drive, et all. Likewise for Victoria Memorial, Howrah Bridge & my favourite Park Street in Calcutta (or Kolkata - although I liked the previous names!)
Any other places I didnt mention is next in my list of To-Visit. There’s a very nice saying in Discovery T&L channel, ‘The world is a book and those who do not travel read but a page‘ The goal is to complete the book before departing for the big meadow above. Lord have mercy.
I cant believe it - today’s a holiday. Will wonders never cease.
I love the Yellow colour. I didnt know this till my friend commented so two days back. She said she saw yellow things everywhere in my house 
Its true. My placemats are yellow, so are my bed linen; as are my tea cups, my toothbrush, the bed spread and now finally my blog font is also yellow!
Its kinda strange cause I always thought green was my favourite colour till now. How it is possible that I cant seem to determine my own colour choice is either a mystery or one of those sub conscious things that takes place… well, sub conciously.
I was recently gifted a magnificent tea set of the loveliest yellow colour with tiny, pretty white flowers by the same friend. Looking at it will always remind me that I’m not a greenie meanie; that I’m actually a yellow fellow!
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