Never-the-lessons :)

Blogging has turned out to be more fun than I actually thought it would be.. While some of my friends tell me.. my posts are getting a little towards being negative I would agree. I do get more influenced by negativity. There’s something about it.. it has the power to stay in your mind forever..

Anyway, this post is not going to be about negativity at all.. on the contrary its about a few very strong positive influences that make me what I am today.. and I believe can also effect others in some way..

Not embarrassed to confess that I am the dad’s girl.. If I was told to name one person who sums up what I am, it would be my father. The man inspite of having a busy work schedule, not being able to spend a lot of time with me while growing up.. never failed to teach me the most important lessons of life.. Occasionally, I would see him react to situations where women are disrespected.. Unknowingly, somehow he has taught me to respect myself for being a woman and never give up my wants and wishes for anyone, however tough situations mite get. The courage, perseverance and ofcors patience to achieve. Sometimes too critical he has also assured that it okay to fail and it can be easily overcome.. And being humble doesn’t hurt.. I haven’t achieved anything to say that as yet though.. but if I am even half the balanced person my friends say I am.. I owe it all to him..

Strength is important.. Ofcors I am talking of mental strength here! Some of my friends (mostly women) have constantly made me feel that strength is one of the key to happiness.. Life will toss you down all the time and that’s what you need to get out and get going again.. Just to let all of them know through this post.. I am proud of you guys :)

“Its upto you what u learn from life..” Never thought a simple lesson in school can shape my personality so much.. In one of our sociology classes we were told a story. A lot of my friends might have heard about this from me before but for all who do not know it as yet.. A man has 2 sons. The elder son is a drunkard, has no job and comes home to beat up his wife everyday while the younger son is a gentleman. He works hard to make his family happy. When questioned about how the 2 brothers are so drastically different from each other, both of them revealed that their father used to be a drunkard himself exactly similar to his elder son.. and hence each of them have taken their own lesson from the past. So, go ahead and learn from the past and don’t blame anyone else for the lesson. It’s a choice u have control over and nothing can force u to compromise on what you want.

There’s no sure explanation.. Have you heard of an incident where narrating a bad dream to someone has helped completely vanish all your nightmares? Well this is something I have experienced.. I guess its just out of a sense of security that u feel once you know you are not alone.. There’s no sure explanation to why I keep getting back to that person even after the moment next to hating him.. Someone with whom I’m not afraid to share the highs and lows of my emotional self.. without the fear of being judged. This is an influence too strong to have forced me to think positive about life. Love you :) 

And finally.. some crazy bunch of friends (mostly men) who wouldn’t mind being the dog they are.. yet have the honestly and guts to come and own up their faults to people they are close to.. makes me feel better and regain faith in ..well humanity?

Okay.. I am really running out of patience.. its too big a post I’ve written today.. guess I should stop now.. well the positive infuences are over anyways.. will get back if I remember anything else :) Ciao

The Flight..

This is one of my favourite series of photograph..
..clicked on one of those idle days of work at the embroidery unit.. all these pigeons flew here to drink water.. fighting with each other for that extra gulp.. ironically they are related to the symbol of peace.. something that all of us keep searching all the time..
Wanted to share this with everyone..
and what could be a more appropriate time than The Republic Day! Jai-hind!!

Travel Tale | Gradations of Ludhiana

Usually i love traveling.. but this was one trip i was not looking forward to.. it was uncalled for, too unplanned and i was running high temperature to be able to feel any good about it. This part of North India never excited me either and if it had to be alone with only buyers accompanying u.. it would be worst i presumed. I wasn't given a choice and i reached Delhi sulking.. (not to forget the uncountable number of medicines that helped me survive the 2 hour flight).
Next morning was our train to Ludhiana. As we drove towards the station in the morning thick fog engulfed us.. leafless trees peeping through dense grey fog.. a bridge vanishing into thin air.. it all seemed like a scene from a horror flick.. thanks to the hot cup of coffee, that got me back to reality. The journey was good apart from the stink of the toilet in the train.. and we got off at Ludhiana.
"Would there be anything good to see in here?" I thought.. someone answered.. "Yes.. the best thing in Ludhiana is the road back to Delhi!" I must have thought aloud! Everyone laughed. We passed the still unconstructed bridge that someone said took 20 years to get built. It was like a dilapidated city clad in poverty. Brick houses left un-plastered.. almost broken iron rickshaws.. smoke of dusts all around and sometimes sparkling hi-end cars to strike contrasts on your face.. Ludhiana seemed like a photographic place to me.

The next four days while traveling in the city i enjoyed every bit of it. It was chilling cold and yet through the gradations of grey i couldn't miss the colours, the place had to offer. Caught off-guard when u come across a lush green stretch of paddy field after a long dusty road.. a truck carrying vibrant purple rolls of single jersey fabric through the fog.. a lemon yellow cellophane kite stuck in the iron rods of the terrace.. few kids running behind a bright red kite.. a tube well plastered to the house wall.. a group of men around a bonfire along the highway.. a man selling orange juice on the streets hoping someone will come and buy a glass just at sunset.. the silence that slowly starts setting in as night arrives.
I don't know how those 4 days passed by quickly.. was relieved it was time to get back home.. prayed the train would be on time.. It was.

Looking back now.. Ludhiana was never so beautiful ever before. Wouldn't mind going back again but yes with a camera this time and of'cors without work. :)

..to start with blogging!

This is not the first time i thought of blogging.. the idea has crossed my mind numerous times before and a lot of ppl have also told me that i should consider writing it.. but was never so keen on strangers reading my thoughts aloud. "The Diary" provided a much more personal space.. but with increasing work stress and other unavoidable responsibilities writing a diary has taken a back seat.. should i say i hardly have time for thoughts anymore? i hardly have time for myself.. and its definitely time to get back. Nothing better than starting a blog now.. and sharing thoughts with people doesn't seem so bad ..on second thoughts :)

Here I am,
Lost in the light of the moon,
That comes through my window..

Bathed in blue, the walls of my memory divides,
The thorns from the roses. It's you and the roses.

Touch me and I will follow, in your afterglow..
Heal me from all this sorrow,
As I let you go.. I will find my way.. when I see your eyes,
Now I'm living.. In your afterglow. .

Here I am,
Lost in the ashes of time,
But who wants tomorrow,
In between, longing to hold you again,
I'm caught in your shadow.
I'm losing control..

My mind drifts away..
We only have today..