The man who knows me

A song that explains a lot about me, and therefore very dear to me....
I used to have it as my brief, although long description on my Orkut page, in those years where social networking was given birth in the form of Orkut and blogs (Facebook did come later, although it washed away the rest along with it , like a Tsunami).

Anyways ,I need to post it here, for old times sake!!

My life, is extraordinarily bare ( don't assume anything from this line)
I fought the fear and chased the pain.
My life, doesn't need to be explained,
I chose to walk the line as one.

Sometimes, I live upon my island, Cut off from emotion and its pain.
That's when, I am tempted by the waters,
Waters that can take me far away.
So I'll just keep on walking down this open road,
Hoping someone, somewhere needs me.
So I'll just keep on walking down this open road,
Talking to the man who knows me,
Yes he knows me, the man is me.

My life, was once full of people's faces,
Brought to me by love, which isn't strange.
My life, had the goodness of blue waters,
A day's a day for all I used to say.

Sometimes, I can sit and cry my heart out,
Drowning in my autocratic ways.
That's when, I am tempted by the waters,
Waters that can take me far away.

My life, is now full of people's faces,
Within the light of change I pulled away.
My life, shows that no man is an island,
I've exchanged the piece of life I cut away.
Now you won't see me walking down that open road,
I've found someone now who needs me.
No, you won't see me walking down that open road,
I've found at last the man who knows me.
Yes, he knows me and the man was me, the man was me.

Perfectionst

I guess we need not be perfect,
or have things in our own perfect way

We can afford to make a few mistakes
cos we learn from them....

Failure lets us know how special success and happiness are....

The Yellow Umbrella

My first umbrella- a promotion from the sticky, plastic smelly raincoat to the world of colorful umbrellas…..

I didn’t require the umpteen sessions of Marketing Management to appreciate the commanding influence of advertising then - The POPY ad Mazha Mazha kuda kuda…. just drove us sisters nuts to a point where we were not ready to hit school without one.

And one fine day, my parents come back after work, and on the holder of the ancient Rajdoot bike were 2 beautiful yellow colored umbrellas….and much to our delight- the brand POPY….

No words of joy would come, just some clicking noises from the semi toothless oral cavity of mine. I grabbed the umbrella to see the specs and features. It had the traditional U-shaped handle (in plastic yellow too), but had an automatic open system with a push button. The fabric had small flowers on them, and the steel was shiny…Brand new. Then came the routine ‘female’ check of whose is better. As usual, the green monster struck the right chord and I felt that my sisters umbrella, which was exactly the same shape and color, fabric and size, but for the print, looked better. But then the feeling passed. And we waited impatiently for the night to end in order to to inaugurate the beautiful thing the next day.

The first day was a dreamy affair of carrying this new and beautiful accessory with pride, and show it to the whole world. The second day passed with the same enthusiasm. And the third day. Alas!! No signs of clouds….While others around me were happy that the rains did not spoil the sheen of their brand new uniforms and shoes, mothers happy about a day or two of sunshine to dry clothes, and the roads to drain down the muddy water, the two of us waiting for a heavy downpour.

And on the fourth day, when we had given up all hopes of a drop of rain, as we were just getting off the school bus and walking the short distance home, the rain gods came down in all their fury, drenching anything and everything. Before we were allowed the glory of inaugurating our new push-open umbrella, we were drenched to the skin, not to mention our bag, books and lunch kit, with a puddle of water in our shoes….but who cared. We could only hear the music that fell above our head, and deliberately walked home slowly……………..

That’s the story of my Yellow umbrella!!

Seething!!

It may not be one of the best,
It may not interest you…
Some of it may look silly

But this blog is my baby..my creation…
Yes, it s all out of impulse.
And the RAM is me, the ruling Aries!!

Wonder why people are jobless enough to spoil someone else’s life
I have no interest in anyone else’s life….
Happy if things are fine with the rest of the world, else it’s their problem to solve
As for mine, This is my life…
Let me live it… in peace …with my family!!

My friends are those who have understood me and love me for what I am
For the ones who couldn’t, STAY AWAY!!
You don’t deserve a milli second of my time ever!!!

New Friends and Enemies!!

My new friend- Anti histamines
My enemies- weather and (‘god knows which’) food!

My constant Companion- Rashes, fashionably called as 'histamines'

Another rainy day in Dubai

I got out of the metro that was packed like a group of hens taken for slaughter, all grumpy!. The womens compartment has always been like that- impenetrable. Had difficulty in takin out my tail (the duppatta) away from the mob. I was finally out, ready for my regular walk back home, the walk that makes me think!! silly things-…the trip home….family planning….the new recipes to be tried….my dream home…Issues in Egypt….rapes…shopping cravings…and pollution…

But this time the rain interrupted….People around me complained abt the ‘pour’, but little did they know that it was just a drizzle….I still could walk home in the rain, but didn’t wanna take a chance after my recent skin attack called pityriasis rosea…

I waited by the side of the huge Burjuman mall that was inviting me with its DSF offers… the usually clean roads and pavements were getting a little muddy after the recent sandstorm that spread sand everywhere including my nostrils and on my buttery balmed lips..chey!!

Nobody carried an umbrella, as rains are not something that you can cherish or look for in Dubai…nor do they have any season…they just come in miniscule portions, and go away by the time you blink twice….and then I saw the Yellow Umbrella!!

(to continue...)

Crazy thoughts of an Average looking girl

Lucky are the ones who have straight hair…
They don’t have to get it straightened,
No damages nor expensive treatments, nor hair fall

Lucky are the ones who are fair….
They are called beautiful almost everywhere
Even the ones with the worst of ‘features’

Lucky are the ones who are not ‘FAT’
They can wear anything
From fully clothed to ‘almost there’ outfits

Lucky are the ones who have not been ridiculed
For being what they are….
They don’t have to go through the pain…

Am sure they would be ‘schizophrenics’ who think otherwise, or ‘children of god’ who would brand me a ‘sinner’ and scream at me for such thoughts….
But…No point…it can’t be changed….its the truth which each one of us wish to forget

Oldest of thoughts die hard……

Resolutions

Every year….there was a resolution
A resolution that didn’t see success beyond 3 or 4 days, max a week
Even if it was the smallest of resolutions, like getting up at 6??

This year’s different
My resolution’s to have no resolution at all!!!