on the move...

driving down the road
on this beautiful moon lit night
m thinking of u
sitting beside me
trying to hide what is evident to both
we just let go
holding hands tight
with our fingers entwined
the breath out of sync
sparks in the stomach
the gentle yet passionate touch does wonders
to both the heart and soul
making the desire to melt in your arms
rising high inside
we stop in a dingy lane
to make that moment ours
and let the fire take us
into the depths of each other....

strings of my handbag

Isme kya bhar kar lati ho?
Is one question that I have been so frequently asked by men…I wonder why big bags trouble men so much?
I am a somebody who’s smitten by big bags…ever since my college dayz. In college there were chicks who used to come carrying those hankerchief size bags and a diary in hand and I used to wonder what do they come here for? I mean is their life so simple to come in that pencil box size bag???

Mine wasn’t!!! during college dayz I was obsessed with jholas so always on the hunt for the ethnic and colourful ones..and it was always full with so much in it….books, note pad,wallet,water bottle, scarf, pens, card pouch(id,library ticket, bus pass membership cards etc), other essential stuff…plus I have this habit of picking random stuff…be it nice big unusual leaves from the college garden, fruits shed from tress,nything unique lying about on the road and all of it went into my bag!!! Besides the last one, all this was essential stuff and I wonder how could girls manage without it????

For me the idea of a bag is to throw in all the stuff inside it and keep ur hands free. But I see people around who carry these mini size bags on their wrists and then keep their hands full and keep dropping things around!!

Why woman why can’t u carry a bigger bag?

N I just so hate these clutch bags doing the rounds these days. They are just so tiny and whats the use of carrying one when it can’t contain anything except ur mobile phone…u m sure u can carry that in ur hand…..ah someone shouted…glam quotient…..phew..keep that to u babes!!

So my journey of bags has been from back packs to interesting jholas to jute bags to rug and bamboo stick bags, cloth bags to now rexine bags…but all big size!!

The bag that m carrying these days is like a huge pouch with strings at the top to tie and lock it. And it looks quite smart….and my folks have nick named it as Aladdin ki potli!!! n m quite happy for the kind of space it provides me to pack in things and raise frivolous questions in the minds of men!!!

Well I just took this quiz What Does Your Handbag Say About You?
My results show:



You tend to be relaxed throughout the day. You are naturally at peace.

You are a high maintenance person. You feel lost outside of your normal environment.

You are a very creative person. Your life tends to be a whirlwind, but you always seem to pull it together.

You are practical and down to earth. You tend to be a rather reserved and quiet person.

You are a very unique and special person.
There's no one else who is anything like you

So very me….!!!

its raining!!!!

its raining n hailstorms out here n m just lovin' it!!

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a name is a name is a name...

The Shakespearean thought for ‘what’s in a name’ goes for a toss here…

Well PS has been blessed with a baby boy…n she’s a happy mommy…
The task of naming the boy has been an experience..
PS has this liking for heavy duty names…names that lonnng,make an impact n sound dignified…for example: Rannvijay, Bhavyaman, Harshdeep, Himanshu,
PS has had this liking for ‘powerful’ names n surnames…since college days PS never liked her surname and she had this weird desire to get married to a guy with a heavy impact surname. Her preferences include Choudhary, Thakur, Malhotra, Khandelwal.
Well what I can figure out is that she has this liking for names that spell looonger and heavy on n,y,a and h….

N her hubby dearest has this liking for the 70’s names…Pankaj, Prakash, Mohan, Ajay, Suraj…n blah blah blah…n he was damn serious….he was concerned about the meaning of the name while wifey was hung up on how it sounds.


No offences to anyone but choosing a name is like choosing an identity for an individual…it’s the name the whole world would know him by..the first step to his identity…n m sure no parent would want to mess it up…..u don’t want the kid to come back 15 yrs down the line n feel absolutely pissed off with the name that he has been given…

I feel the name should be sound smart, carry a nice positive meaning and be a unique one….u don’t want to leave ur child with a name that every one else has.
And some say that the name has the most significant influence on a person's life and personality. Almost from the moment of birth, the first name vibration begins impacting perceptions, traits and talents. Well I doubt this coz at times I have seen personalities exactly opposite of their names….

I have had a gala time listening to their stories n versions and rolling with laughter. But at the same time I felt like kicking them hard for their choice of names…

After all the tuffs,tussles, nags and bangs, the kiddo has been finally christened as Vedant urf chikoo!!!

tummy troubles

Off late my tummy dear has been giving me more trouble than the usual ones…( well…my stomach blues have become a part of me..)
Ma n Pa are fed up running after me to have medicines while I continue to run away from medicines…
So this time pa dearest has got me this BIG bottle of lauki-amla-bel juice from the Baba Ramdev’s Patanjali stuff…
N don’t u ask me….its yuck..m supposed to take in half a cup of that horrendous syrup first thing in the morning…L
Well day 1 I almost stopped myself from letting my system take a reverse gear…the ghiya makes it bitter, the amla content is just too high giving it all the sourness and doesn’t leave any space for the poor bel to make its presence felt…
Day 2 I decided to add some sugar to it to kinda reduce that awful taste….well no relief…sugar wasn’t sweet enough I guess….
Day 3 on Pa’s advice I added some salt n pepper to that yucky syrup but that damn thing is just so opaque n dense that it doesn’t let anything mix up with it to make it a little pleasant to gulp it down the throat….
I wonder y it doesn’t have an odour?

All said and cribbed about, I feel that thing is making a difference….i do feel slightly better…
But trust me pushing it down the food pipe is a task and I am to finish that 1000ml bottle in 10 dayz….
All I can say is……My mornings aren’t pleasant anymore….

Do we have an answer?

I was sitting by the red building and lush green lawns in my college mugging up for my exam that I was to give in another 20 mins. A boy of about 10 yrs, a rag picker went to a girl sitting a few meters away from where I was…I had seen him in the campus last week as well picking up plastics and stuff. Today he had papers in his hand rather than his sack. He spoke to her but within seconds turned towards me. He knew I was observing him. As I saw him coming, I concentrated on the book in my hand….he stopped by me….put forward his sheets to me. These were plain A4 sheets, one side used….I look at him….he says “ didi is par mujhe drawing bana do.”

my first thought was to refuse … I had my exam in 20 mins and quite some stuff to revise…
I took the sheets from him n asked “ kya bana du?”
“Bike bana do…”
“bike banana toh mujhe nahi aati..kuch aur batao”
he thinks, then says “mere pas pen bhi nahi hai..”

In the mean time the guard comes to shoo him off. And starts shouting at him…he lowers his eyes and gets up to go…leaving his sheets… I give the sheets back and the pen that I had in my hand.
He says thank you and goes away. So does the guard.

My eyes were moist..i was blank…numb...i didn’t even ask him his name. all through his face had the same dourly expression..…Why didn’t I stop the guard from shouting at him?

It was a stark reality early in the morning..I am preparing to go to give my post graduate degree exam and there is a child who comes to me collecting used papers from some where to make him a drawing…this boy who should be studying in a school does not even possess a pen.
Why this difference in society? Why this difference in life? Is this life for him?

I close my book and head for the examination hall.

Will I meet him again? What will I do?

a prayer

wishes,dreams,aspirations and desires

and with a heart full of prayers.....


i light up this flame

lets create that magic

once more

once more

once more

just ticklers....

got these in an e mail.....

the mind is the most chaotic place in the world....busier than any traffic signal...

which would be more crowded..the door to heaven or the gateway to hell???

m coming...

the sight of that glimmering sea is calling me once again....
m coming...
just keep your water pristine blue....
m coming....