Saturday, October 29, 2011

My blissfully Enchanting Life….

There are more than a million songs in this world sung in different languages, woven in by words and then strewn into a necklace only if the composer has an imagination of how that necklace would beautify the neck of a magnificent lady….and well..every now and then, not very often, I find myself connecting to a song that transports me to an enchanting world of mine….
That which is perfect, not ‘so’ perfect, but perfect enough for me to have that lovely smile on my face, that glittery eyes, which are seen in a mirror of that man’s eyes.

A beautiful lake, calm, still, the waters of which behold the presence and keep the love and the solitude of the mountainous peaks intact.

That dew drop of early morn which knows how it feels to be resting on the pretty green leaf, only for moments so few, soon enough to fade, and fall for another leaf, on a new day……on a new morn….

That pearl which comes to have a ‘life’ after a long wait of that drop of sand which the oyster was in search of….

 That ballet of love, which springs itself reassuringly, joyously in the naughty eyes of the girl…

And her beloved simply holds her hand, no words spoken, nor exchanged, and they simply walk with their souls intertwined for eternity….

That feeling where there is One body for two,
One life for two,
  And two souls dwelling in one heart, one moment…for ever….

The song is…Tum Ho from Rockstar…<3

PS: I have been listening to this on repeat mode, to keep the flow of my thoughts going for this post;) Yes…I’m in my enchanted world!!

Monday, October 24, 2011


Before you go ahead reading my lines....listen to the song attached, that's what inspired me to write this one.....

Life brings us down,
It pulls the end too hard,
And like a loose thread unwound,
It crushes, crumples the woven piece….altogether…..

The body wears with age,
And so does the mind loses its attention,
A blur, A haze, dizziness so bizarre……..

The greys, the blacks, the darkness…..

And then the echo calls us back,
To love, to live to shout,
To breathe with our full lungs……

The unknown people become sweet strangers,
Passing by our knowables,
Living through our words,
Knowing our dreamy world,
And on the edge, I know my reality,
That which is alike yet away from what I show,
And then my eyes glisten in the shine,
Looking beyond the ocean, too far and wide,
Not knowing how to swim,
Not knowing the undersea world,
I dive, fighting all the odds……..struggling to be ALIVE…….
The dolphins join the dance,
The turtles play with bubbles,
And my life is lived befriending …….. my ECHO.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

And the award goes to......

Today, on the pre- Diwali weekend, when the air is filled with lights, gifts and giving….I, felt that it was the best day to acknowledge some Vanilla people for the commendable work they have done.
Khush bestowed upon me A Versatile Blogger Award, Thank you so much dear for this honor and appreciation. It indeed keeps me going…..

Here am I giving this award to....................................

Invite for the Red Carpet:)

Dear Bloggy Friends and Vanilla People…inviting you cordially to the Red Carpet Event of Awards Ceremony tonight!!;)

credits for the picture: Alvin

Venue: Where else can it be, but the grand palace of Yarn of Words
Date: 23 Oct. 11
Time: When I feel like posting it;)

And here is a present for you all...... I'm sure you'll be mesmerized!

Friday, October 21, 2011

My Gratitude to….Kahlil Gibran

My Gratitude to….Kahlil Gibran

Many of you have heard Kahlil Gibran's name and know him for his quotes. But there is a lot more beyond his quotes. Thanks to my college offering me with their “whatever” share of readings, I got tired and picked up The Collected Works of Kahlil Gibran from my cupboard.

I browsed through the index and reached for his book “The Madman” and began reading through them. One after another, I swiftly turned the pages. He touched me right where my soul rested. It was as if he knew the pain that was there inside, trying to fade away, and he through his poetry and proses, led me silently on my very own way..

He writes in “My Friend”:

“ Thou canst not understand my seafaring thoughts, nor would I have thee understand. I would be at sea alone….

When it is day with thee, my friend, it is night with me; yet even then I speak of the noontide that dances upon the hills and of the purple shadow that steals its way across the valley; for thou canst not hear the songs of my darkness nor see my wings beating against the stars -- and I fain would not have thee hear or see. I would be with night alone.”

Yes..his lines touched me, for I felt how my best friend would hide away her pain, sorrow from me, as I took her for granted, not knowing that she too had her own share of emotions and experiences she underwent.

I have been reading him past 3 days and he has come to be this invisible and standing strong like rock companion for me. And it feels great to have fallen in love with him.
I have a lot to say, and my appreciation for him is ineffable. All I’ll do is leave you with a story of his from his most famous book “The Prophet”:

Then a woman said, "Speak  to us of Joy and Sorrow."

And he answered:

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.

And how else can it be?

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?

And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."

But I say unto you, they are inseparable.

Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.

Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.

When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall".

PS: After having read through philosophers like Plato, Descartes, Kant, Socrates....Gibran is one philosopher, painter, poet who touches me immensely, for the way he writes honestly, yet simply, revealing the 'truths of life' that which we all know, but perhaps never reflected through! Thank you Gibran for penning down your beautiful thoughts!:)

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Search (In') Soul

Search (In')  Soul

Copyright of the picture: Kunal..thnk u:)

Life is a treasure of abundance,
The keys hard to find,
To unlock the doors of the soul…….

Years are spent repenting,
That which we did and that which we behold,
And of all the moments few,
With transient smiles and glittery eyes,
Which vanish as they come,
Like dews in the morn,
Of an everglowing igniting sun.

In the sparkle of the stars,
And that one fluorescent bulb,
The night, a sheath of blankness,
A mist of solitude,
The clarity beckons the soul,
The search, an endless one to reach,
In moments of thorny steps,
Look for petals, you seek,
And upon a many miles,
A distance hard to traverse,
You shall fall upon a flower,
That’s life thorny and pretty…!

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

words to you...through music

That's all Folks....
Stay Blessed


PS: If you have come across some beautiful songs which are awe inspiring and mood lifting...lets just share;)

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Award ceremony- the green carpet

Award ceremony- the green carpet

Yellows extraordinaire Vanilla People!!
Hope you all are doing great! And things at your end are reasonably good too ( Oh! c’mon, everyone’s life is a tad bit screwed, what varies is just the “screwness”;)

I welcome you warmly and ‘wordly’ to the Green Carpet Event of the Awards Ceremony at Yarn of Words….( wohoo!! Do I hear some applause??;) So, before we get going to the awards, which will soon be given to the deserving people…Let’s just get going with some fun interaction.

Unlike the celebs who wear pricey designer clothes and jewellery, we at Yarn of Words will be putting our exquisite blog posts at display. In the meanwhile, as the mocktails and the cocktails along with some starters get served, let’s just have a wordly flow going. So share (link) with me and others here, one of the posts which is deeply close to you, by far. Read other’s post, express your views, and let’s get some interaction going……

Here is the post I'd like to very first and the most cherished!

The invite for the Red Carpet Award Ceremony shall soon be sent……Till then……let’s party hard!!;)

PS: You can leave ur links in the comment box ;) Hope you all are excited!!!!;) ?? and yes do gimme sometime before I get to read your post..I have college readings to read as well :P

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Embrace ME

Embrace ME

Embrace me, in your arms so strong,
Where no fear lurches in my mind,
Embrace me, in your thoughts so wonderful,
Where there is no dearth of splendid beauty…

Embrace me, in your eyes so deep,
Where we swim to escape this world,
                                         Embrace me, in the songs you hum,
Where, each melody dances with your heartbeat…

Embrace me, in your sweet dreams,
Where we caress each other subtly,
Embrace me, in your morning tea,
Where the freshness lingers through the day….
                                     Embrace me, in your watch,
                                    Where distance matters not,
                                    Embrace me, in your shower,
                                    Where the watery drops tingle you…

Embrace me, in the wide blue sky,
Where the love just blankets you,
Embrace me, in your words unspoken,
Where silence shall be understood ……

Lastly, embrace me, not for me,
 But because you cherish yourself too,
Coz before you love me,
It’s important,
To love thee too.


Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Couldn’t have stayed away…

Couldn’t have stayed away……
Heyloz Vanilla Peoples…..yeah yeah yeah..just like my anger rises too quickly and melts too quickly as well…my love for my blog and my bloggy friend’s love for me couldn’t help me stay away from my blog for too long.
Thank you so much Ayushi, Rahul and Kunal, for your care, concern and love which you showed in ur own sweet waysJ

Now, to share with you guys honestly, I tried moving away, like I shared, there were and in fact still some things that are important for me to decide..they are waiting for me to decide.

·        My college is loading me with truckloads of work, so much that my SOCIAL LIFE is literally ZERO.
All these years, since I was in school, till now..I have been a diligent student, studied and studied and studied….I did have fun in my undergrad, but not that kind which I would like to have. So, it turned out that my friend circle constituted the ‘toppers’.
I almost hate writing this, but I have to be honest with you guys. I have been evading this sadness for quite some time (here), but it keeps seeping through in and out. My last semester was hell…this one is heller (yes! I know I’m good at coining words..gratsi!!)
But I want to ENJOY LIFE! Damn my college, damn my studies!! Really! I’m sick and tired of all this…but on a practical note I can’t DAMN them, coz in academics lies my future as well…..

So make me smile, make me laugh like crazy….share some jokes, shower some kindness and love….and give me all the good reasons to carry on this life and cling to HOPE…

My college and my future is the last thing I’d like to be sad about!!!...

Lots of Love

§  I want to get drunk, and get real high one day, even though I don’t relish liquor and liquor never tried relishing me!
§  I loooooove to dance, but have never been to PuB!!:/ Now who’ll call me even a Delhite?? Shame on me na!!..which world I’m I living in!!?? I want to go clubbing….but I detest smoking too..
§  I want to go to a trip somewhere just with my friends..and here again comes a ‘but’…we are girls ..sigh..parent’s concerns are never ending..
§  I desperately want a dog..but no one to take care of at home:/
§  I also want to date someone:P..but no velle people pls!! And I’m the last person who comes on the ‘wannabe’ list!!:P
§  I want DEC to come soon, so that I can crazily have fun in my winter break!

And ..and ..and.. I want to deck up all nice smokayn hottt!! ( oK..I'm not that hopeless on this one as I do keep getting compliments usually..but I want to wear that real sexy halter dress one day with the most gorgeous looking heels (not stilletoes, else I won't be able to dance:P)

A Space in between...

Dear Bloggy Friends ( Vanilla People, to be precise) ..

I'm taking a break from blogging for a while..Have been writing like a fanatic for quite some time. This mind has too much in re-store and settle some things...

Meanwhile..sure you can browse through my tonnes of other writings and poems and leave ur precious expressions on them..

Hoping to be back soon.

And I leave you with these lines by Victor Frankl:

"It is well known that an enforced community life in which attention is paid to everything one does at all times, may result in an irresistible urge to get away, at least for a short while".

Stay Blessed

Monday, October 10, 2011

My first Guest POST

My dear Vanilla People. Hope you doing well. And are having fun on the roller coaster called ‘life’.SURPRISE!! SURPRISE!!!!

I just wrote a guest post for one of my Bloggy Friends- Sub’s blog named KHOJ. Hop over to his blog to enter into the enigmatic world of knowledge!! I wish him my heartiest congratulations for his blogoversarry  which happened recently and on him becoming a dad to a gorgeous little angel of his:)

Feel free to leave your expressions anywhere, whethher on his blog, or on my blog, or if you are too impressed, then serve me with dollops of kindness, by writing on both the placesJ

Over to MY post now..hereyou go..;)

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Hungry for~ Good Words

Hungry for~- Good Words

We are hungry for water, and certainly for food too- that which nourishes our body, and indirectly our mind too.
But have you ever been hungry for something that feeds your soul?
If not, always remember that the more we nurture our soul, the more vitality it brings to our whole system. I’m not philosophizing, but sharing what is trueJ As I have experienced it myself too.

As the title goes- Yes I’m a sucker for good words. It doesn’t matters to me whether they are simple or complex, what matters is that when I’m reading a text or a book, the instance they touch me, they go down in my diary!

And I have a good number of them penned down from here or there. In fact, I even categorize them sometimes, for instance- on Love, on sorrow, on silence, on therapy, on existence.
So here today on a gorgeous bright morning I’ll share some of them with you:

“Sanity is different way of speaking; madness is not worse than sanity, it just makes sanity sound dull”- Adam Philips, Going Sane.

“The past is available for the proper thinkings in the later course of human life”~ Sophocles

“The fact that something is obscure should never, never, never increase our respect for it. We may respect it nevertheless inspite of its obscurity, but obscurity is always a minus, never a plus”~ Bryan Magee

“Even if we know a thousand times more of ourselves, we would never reach bottom”

“Real is only what is within, what is outside is real only in terms of my needs- never in terms of its own quality of needs”~ Erich Fromm

Friday, October 7, 2011

On-Knowing Steve Jobs

As I read one article after another, all paying their heart filled tribute to the man who revolutionised technology; I had tears in my eyes, especially after reading the Punk and the cheerful side of his. It said :

“Jobs was brash from an early age. When he was just 12 he discovered that he did not have a crucial part of a frequency counter that he was assembling and promptly telephoned William Hewlett after locating William Hewlett Packard co- founder’s number in a phone directory. Hewlett spoke with the boy for 20 minutes prepared a bag of parts for him to pick up and offered him a job as a summer intern.” ~Pg 7, Economic Times

And then I came across his Stanford Speech which he gave to the students in the year 2005 which I happened to listen every word of, on YouTube, few months back, and I have to say that it was indeed awe- inspiring. When I heard Jobs speak, I wondered “Why don’t we get such great speakers at our convocation ceremonies?”

But the fact is, that, people don’t become great just when they are born, they become great in the simplest of their gestures which touch many people, and in those gestures when the chords strike, that is when the person begins to be revered.

Read this: At an Apple store in the meatpacking district in New York, someone left an apple, with one bite taken out of it, mimicking the Apple logo. A note read “ iThankYou”. There were also flowers outside Apple headquarters in Cupertino, California.

His words, his life is mesmerizing and invigorating for me, and may be for you too, if you take out few moments of your life to know him, even as it maybe through secondary sources.

We all know that when people die, we do get to hear nice things about them. And I wonder if anyone would remember the hurt as well, that which the person caused?
But here, his words, that which HE spoke touch me, they tell me that he knew where he was going, and what he was doing. And only when a person is so determined, can he dare to tell the world to live the way they “WANT” to live! And here I quote Steve Jobs:

“….Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out of your own inner voice”.

In a month and 17 more days, I’ll turn 22 years old. And it’s sad to say that I still haven’t lived many moments of my life which I wanted to, but never pursued. There was always something or the other which stopped me, many a time’s my parent’s concerns being a part of it too.
And here is a man who said:

Have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary…Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.”

Sure he was a genius, and we all have plenty of examples to see that in front of our own eyes. I remember clicking very fine quality pictures from my dad’s iphone 4 yesterday, and honestly I didn’t have Steve in my mind as I used it. And let’s just all of us accept the fact that when we take people for granted then things (ipad, iphone, Mac Book) sure do come in that category.

I have never been a tech-savvy person. I know the basics and well, that’s how I work. My brother often tells me “All you know is how to do FB and Blogging!! You know nothing else about and in computer”.   It stands true. We all have our inclinations just the way we have our dislikes.

Never before today did I ever look at “The Economic Times”. Never! Today I picked it up, because it, like many others had the major section devoted to Steve Jobs, for the genius, the God of Technology and for the great man who lived his life ‘HIS’ way”.
This article by David Pogues right on the first page says “ …and they are saying it will be a long time before the world sees another Steve Jobs”.

Like i shared few moments before, i am a lil over an illiterate when it comes to technology. But here, I’m talking about his thoughts, which themselves had immense power to pick you up from the dirt and tell you that to strive in life you need to listen to YOUR ‘SELF’ ( self- my emphasis).
And here his words kick my neurons again:

“I mean how old are you people? What have you done with yourselves? ….There’s a whole world out there! When I was your age, I didn’t surf the web all day looking for Apple Rumours! I LIVED!
Here’s hoping that I learn from him, not for today, not for tomorrow, but for many more years I have in my life, yet to go……

And in order to keep myself going, I would like to have his quotes on my blog, coz they are upbeat, they are practical, and most importantly they come from a man who at least when spoke these words, unlike many wasn’t a Hypocrite, but DID  what he SAID!

You’ll be cherished Sir and remembered always!!


PS: Do search and go through the email from Tim Cook to Apple Staff.

Ladder of Life

This poem has been written after seeing the thoughts that got triggered after seeing this picture whose  Copyright is with  ~ Jaskirat Arora:) Thank you dear!

A broken ladder,
A steps a missed,
A supporting wall of a weaker frame/,
The gaps in there,
The gaps within,
As people leave, without saying,
Few are missed, others jumped over,
This ladder of life rickety and lump,
Some ways to reach,
Other too distant,
And some ties of cloth,
That hold our bonds..

This ladder of life,
Mended and broken,
This ladder of life,
Weak yet strong.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Days of the Past

“Mom??...You are sooooo AWE- SOME!!”

With her eyes and mind engrossed in reading the book “Promises, Promises” she lifted her eyes from the papers, and gently turned her head to the right with a beautiful questioning smile on her face, which turned her dusky complexion into one lit by that one single candle in the dark.
“No?? Ok tell me ..who writes lines like these:

Your innocence, your purity,
The warmth that you exude, along with love,
Your wisdom, your maturity, and,
The trust you bond us with your care,
Like others I was no different,
To come to you and hold your hand,
Every time I selfishly understood,
My own reasons for being sad.

This time embrace me in your shelter,
Let the hug touch the other’s soul,
Hear the beat that the heart speaks,
And let the eyes wash the tears from the core,
And when my tears of love, touch your warm cheeks,
Just close your eyes and feel,
How strong I’m with you, and
Without you undeniably weak.

This time let us be ‘one’,
No two, ‘you’ and ‘me’,
And as our friendship brings us closer,
Let us on wet sand, stamp our feet,
Let us climb the rocks high there,
A special place we’ll find,
And after choosing our favourite rock,
We’ll engrave our names, so divine.

“Hmm..Come sit here besides me sweetheart” she asked her daughter Aadya, lovingly.
Aadya, was a lot like her mother, Amaira. She had taken her sharp features and gorgeous smile from her and from her dad- she had taken his curly hair, dark brown eyes, a whitish complexion and all he could give to her in terms of having that fun element in life. This was more than what Amaira could ask for.
“I’m waiting Mom!!”
“Yes, so tell me where did you find this?”
“In that treasure of yours where you had written a quote by Ella Sharpe, who says~ “The genuine poet is an intuitive psychologist” said Aadya.
Amaira smiled again, amazed and stunned, not knowing how her little fragile bouquet of happiness had grown into this brilliant young teen.
“And what do you think about those lines Aadya?” she asked
“Well, the ones you wrote or the ones which Ella said?”
“Hmm..well, first of all there is no denying that you are “AWE-SOME” and secondly, I just happened to pick the quote that suits you best, of all the others you had written in this diary”.
“Perhaps, that is what you feel Aadya, tell me what you thought about them? Or if you didn’t, then think and tell me?"
“ Mumma, these lines have a lot of passion in them. A lot. There is this loyalty, this desire to be “one” with that friend, so much as if that friend means the whole world to you, and when you write in those lines that you would like to engrave your names on the rock, that is such a profound gesture, you know, a memory, a remembrance of your friendship with that friend, even after that friend is no longer with you!”

 This diary which Amaira gave to her daughter had word- meanings in them, which she would keep penning down every time she would come across some new words, for words were her first and her last love of all. And as a matter of fact, because words would knock her door any time, any moment, not seeking nor needing any permission, she would end up writing mostly at the back of whichever notebook or register she would have. And this time, it was this poem.

She didn’t remember the title, but remembered the association and for the friend for whom she had written, keeping in mind that friend, as she penned those words into a necklace of poetry.
And here was her fourteen year old Aadya who had interpreted the words and expressed them befittingly, as if it was all that she could say at her age.

“Mumma, You thinking about something?”
"Your recitation made me recall the friend I had in mind as I wrote these words”
“Do you still have that friend with you mumma?”
With sadness in her eyes which reached her faint smile, she said “No, unfortunately”.
She sighed reminiscing the fond memories she had with that friend of hers.
“Mom, can I say something?”
“Whatever happened, I do not know, but one thing I know for sure is, that, you loved that friend from the bottom of your heart”. And with this Aadya hugged and ‘held’ her mother just the way, according to Winnicott, a ‘good- enough- mother’* could.  
That hug in that moment spoke more than a thousand words could. And with that Amaira had eyes filled with tears that which she tried to hold back. Aadya kissed her mom’s cheek lovingly and left the diary with her in her lap.

As Amaira lifted the bookmark she opened the page only to feel the poem titled as ……..

“Tears of Love”.

* To share with my Vanilla People, "Good- enough- mothering" is a concept given by Psychoanlayst D.W.Winnicott. A"good-enough mother" is a mother whose conscious and unconscious physical and emotional attunement to her baby adapts to her baby appropriately at differing stages of infancy, thus allowing an optimal environment for the healthy establishment of a separate being, eventually capable of mature object-relations. He is one of the writers I fell in love with:)

Sunday, October 2, 2011


Ah…these love songs, so deceptive,
The way the seductive male voice pulls the girl…towards him.

Oh! This huge world, I still didn’t manage to find that ‘One’,
And then some say ‘wait’, others just say ‘explore!
What about this heart in me, which is lost in this quandary?

Oh! These Urdu lyrics,
And the sensuous Arabic music,
The candles lit in the darkness,
A girl sits with a veil, dark empty eyes…waiting to be filled.

She cried many nights,
Was awake in some too,
And then as the dawn would awake,
The blanket of tears would become sparkly dew.

The sun would shine bright,
Telling her Hope was for the precious few,
But she was stuck to belief,
That which didn’t made to her view…..

She sits on the window sill,
On a rainy day,
Coffee in hand,
A diary in her lap,
Still in hopeless wait……..

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