Dream On

Dream

I have one to fly

My wings open, reach the sky

Where I touch sun rays

PS: I know a Haiku doesn't rhyme, but once in a while, it's good to twist the rules according to our ways;)!

Happy Weekend!

To Woo or not to Woo?;)

"You don't really need to woo a man of ur dreams.. For if at all he is 'the' man of your dreams, he has already been wooed" she penned down in her journal.

A younger friend of hers who was going through a desperation syndrome wanted to be in a relationship with a guy. When asked what actually did she wanted, she would reply " I just want a guy to hug, to hold onto when  I' m sad but not any  jhanjhat or jhamela of the usual relationships, I want an open relationship" .

Her friend’s words seemed unusual to her, for she found it completely absurd as she had been dreaming of that one guy since the age DDLJ released and told her what a guy of values was and is!

Saria never understood what Verandah wanted, and one day after V told her that she was heartbroken, she in her angry tone told her and rather shared her thoughts as well.

" I don’t understand, you hardly get to know a guy, spend some time and then you call yourself heartbroken? You are such a despo V!! There is no use of me telling you things. My idea of being in a relationship is very different from yours."

V replied "Nahi re, some day your words will impact and may bring a change". At this Saria sighed in hope.

In one of the conversations they had, V had excitedly told her that there was this senior of hers she liked in the college and she really  'wanted' him, so she was leaving no stone unturned to woo him. Oh! Dear V, her voice all bubbling with chirpiness and singing a music of its own. Saria smiled as V went on phone.

"V, I really don't have an idea about such things, so..."

And then one day, yes one fine day Saria happened to meet a guy. Ever since she met him, her thoughts inevitably every 'single' day would drift towards him. That day she heard herself speaking "I really want this guy, I feel as if he is the one".

A sweet excitement bubbled up inside her heart as she played and re- played her meeting with that guy. But she didn't really know what to do next. Yes she would text him, and talk to him too. They had fun talks as she called them, and she felt she had a lot of scope to talk about a lot of things to him. She called V up after long.

" Saria yaar where have you been, you don't look good when you are all sad, you are not much on FB these days, and then you just disappear from FB?"

"Oh! So I see people do notice? Another friend of mine told me too. I've been doing fine".

" Of course!! One like gets reduced if you are not there" said V in her musical chuckle.

“Acha V, I wanted to tell you something".

" Bolna, such things should be said at first go, why take so long?" said V excitingly.

" You remember the guy I met, right, ever since that day I’ve been thinking about him. We've had nice talks as well, and he, thankfully, isn’t one if the weirdos I've befriended before".

Saria wanted to talk, but as usual V couldn't hear her properly. And whenever Saria would say "You idiot, do I look like a fool to you calling you on STD only to hear you say you cannot hear me!" then V would cutely reply " I can hear you, but not so clearly, but when you say Oh! God or Uff, then I can clearly hear you!"

Well, they couldn't complete their after- long convo that day, but Saria thought about ‘wanting’ this guy, about having patience, about the do's and don'ts her bestie had told her, she also thought about wooing, but that day with the words in her journal she told herself, if he had to be, he would know it too and this time she would let time and hope both do their work too.

Wedding Photography

Wedding Photography

Capturing the Chooda chadana ceremony in Punjabi girl wedding
Credits: The Wedding Travellers

Hola Vanilla People!! Hope you all are doing well? There are always some reasons to find out that hidden smiles: in the shine of the rays, in the glitter of a dew, in the chirp of a bird, or in the sky’s hueJ

Today’s Brunch  Magazine had a beautiful surprise for me, for one of its articles by Veenu Singh talked about wedding photographyJ

Yes, there is a wedding in my family this week and as much as it is exciting, I think about the pictures which cameramen take. Just yesterday, when I was merrily eating the pasta at the Sagan Ceremony, this photographer right there clicked me biting into my pasta!! Uggh!! And so I got up only to move over to a place next to my bro, away from the photographer’s camera.

Ever since I started my blog, I fell upon one of the most gorgeous blogs ever, and though Aria no more posts any wedding pictures, it’s a treat for me to go back to her blog, every now and then, just to feel the emotions she has captured either of the couple or of the wedding ceremony.

Honestly, as much as I like posing for pictures, I feel there is no natural beauty in them. They are fake! Poor bride, gets tired of looking happy or smiling her teeth wide to constant comments “Madam! Thoda bright smile, nahi nahi, maza nahi aya!! Acha sa ek smile?!” And there she goes with her hand in her fiancé’s hand and nothing but a fake smile.  Look at these, what do they say?:)

Credits: Sandeep

Credits: Natalie Norton

Pardeh mein rehne do!;)

My favorite:
Credits: Nikhil Joseph, chkout this album of his

I love candid moments. One which have their own story to tell. You know those are the real pictures, one which contain a myriad of mixed emotions, happy-sad, sweet-sad, sweet- salty, and wedding I feel is a perfect occasion to capture them all.

I found my cousin bro’s eyes red yesterday. I knew he would have shed a few tears, for his sister was getting married. I also know, had I asked him why his eyes were red, he would have told me “Perhaps coz of my lenses, Aadat nahi haina pehnne ki!” .

And if only a good photographer ( not from the studio who clicks pictures of people eating, sitting, standing, of the menu and all the vella stuff) would have been there, perhaps s/he would have done justice to the felt feelings, teary laughters and gleaming smiles!

I sure am gonna have a wedding capturer at my wedding!:)

That’s a different thing if my mum dad wants one who goes around capturing vella moments…Whatever!!:)


PS: I learnt from a blogger long time back, that it's important to give credits, and to pictures clicked, more so:) AnD sO I DiD

Greatful for: A Platter Full of Music

I’m glad today for having watched the most musically touching movie ever….presenting August Rush.

Ah! It’s more than a rush. It’s not an adrenalin rush. It’s a rush of the soul, for the soul.

It’s not love, it’s passion for the notes of the music. For as the kid who plays August Rush in the movie says to the question “Do you like music?”  And he replays politely “More than food”.

Café’ Coffee Day tells us “A lot can happen over a cup of Coffee” and well, this movie tells us “Music alone has the power to bring people together”.

For a person who loves instrumental, the charms of an acoustic guitar, the beat of a violin, the accent of Irish men, the beauty of a fast symphony, and yeah served to you with dollops of the subtle romance too, not clichéd , but musically sound~ this is the movie for youJ

It makes you fall in love~ again, with one thing in this world, and thank great musicians for that….Yes it’s MUSICJ

Want a piece of it….here you go…..listen to it and temme how you find?:)

Want some more….well for that….Just watch the movie my Vanilla People…

And I bet you’ll live again to love……MUSIC!

Have a violony day!

Aakriti

PS: Thank you Mudasir for recommending this one;)


PPS: Thank you Maxabella for forever making the world an easier place to live in:) Hop over t her place to feel not grateful..but greatful:)

EXPRESSION?

EXPRESSION?

                                         -Not as easy as you think!

For those of us who write may be, by now, expression and the art of expressing is not something we very closely reflect on. ( or some of you, like me have thought about it?)

This time via me and myself I stepped onto something, which I’m glad, I did.

You know as much as this life of ours is intriguing and mysterious, so are the people whom we come across in our lives. Lets leave aside those whom we just know on a single basis (like through mails/ chats/ as bloggers) for in reality a lot gets revealed! People are very mysterious beings, and this for me is as inviting as it is repulsive.

And here I come upon people, mostly who don’t talk much in their life! Reserved people are very intelligent! Yes, that’s what I feel. You may think that they don’t express much and don’t even talk, but they have ideas bursting in their minds!

NO, I’m not trying to picture them darkly, but I feel that’s true. Gibran’s words as always speak beautifully:

“You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts”.

I just feel, at the same time, and think, if people who express and express decently well, whether in spoken or in written words, ever feel lack of expression coming at their end?

In simpler words, do they miss people around them not expressing? Not sharing with them what they think about them or even feel?

As much as this world is filled with writers, it is also filled with readers. So in a way we can perhaps talk about a balance. Yes writers also read. And those who read if they write? Not true always.

But where do the expressions go when they are not shared? When they are not told?

Yes, there are art forms other than writing like singing, painting, dancing. But it only takes a true appreciator of that art form to acknowledge that, so to understand that language one needs to know that language too!

How does silence works in their life?

Sure, love can understand through silence as well, but you don’t actually love everyone that way, that they can interpret your silence?

I’ll end with these words…….

Now that I know you won’t say,

Now that I know you’ll keep it,

In your keepsake,

I’ll create a cocoon of my own,

Where all my thoughts shall reside…….