Mates!

Is there any such thing like soul mates...does this concept really hold water ....are we all destined to be ?? I personally feel that is one baloney. I came across somethign abt it y'day on yahoo dashboard and it made me think, so i looked it up, wiki came up with some mystical opinions and a hell lot more. I went on to read more, there seems to be common consensus that soul mates are married couples.

first thing to imagine that your partner will be everything you want, everything you had imagined where you find that final peace, resting moment with one person is like a major illusion, i'm not saying there isnt anybody out there, all i'm saying i havent come across anyone yet. I dont know, i;ve had this conversations with my friend priya and moddu i call, fortunately they agree with me.

I'd like to beleive that soul mates have nothing to do with being married to that person. I dont know, that's my opinion. I feel that at every step of our blossoming and experiencing life, a little bit of our soul grows up and appropriately changes too. To pin that kind of pressure and hope on one person is blowing out of proportion, maybe when i'll meet real life soul mates, i;m willing to change my opinion.

I feel as we are growing, we associate a bit of our soul to another persons life or thier persona, the way 2 or more people feel connected no matter what. that connection, in my opinion, captures a little bit of what being a soul mate is built up to be.

to each their own, no matter how we look, or feel, even if the connection is from only one side, that part of giving life to that connection doesnt just expire, it goes on to live and survive it's own course.

The little bits and pieces of who i'm and what i'll be, cant be found in one person, atleast so far it hasnt been that way. I'm ok with that, my closest friends who have tolerated and come to see me in real harsh light of life and accepted me and still fell knee deep to make things better are true soul mates...

I have few, and i love them to bits for that. Nothing will change that...yet we dont stop our tracks from building other new connections. I'm open for life to throw surprises so that i can be that connection. Because that connection brings hope, brings that smile, humbles you, loves you to make you realize that you are never alone, not even once.

Mai aur meri

 

tanhayee aksar ye baathen karthey hain....

by god, kya mast bani hai....

after sunita started saying something abt shrimp, my stomach started growling, so i called this chinki restaurant i've been wanting to try in my neighbourhood, but lo! they dont deliver, aisey kaisey....yaar. I cant just pick a kid in between his kung fu panda and his tightly held new bumbabee (transformer) he calls, that he got from his pagal friend. That is just WRONG on so many levels, i thought, so i braced myself....

and opened the refrigerator, scoured around, picked what i needed and zip zap zoom, a lit bit there a little here, i think rachel ray would be kinda proud of me. Jo bhi ho, tasty banee hai meri egg fried rice. What a perfect moment this is? taran at sleep, ghar khali, me, my fave food, i think i'll check out wake up sid and chill, thodey dost hothey tho aur bhi maaza aa jatha, but i do pretty well alone too. maybe i'll check ddlj, here i come shahrukh....sehra saaja ke rakhna, chehra chupa ke rakhna, lene tujhey o gori, ayengey terey ....

Aaj kal

i stare at my widely opened refrigerator for good 40 seconds before i realize that i actually wanted something from pantry...

I walk into grocery store without my wallet, and walk back cursing myself...

making frequent trips

shamelessly singing aloud my playlist songs and not caring if someone actually minds it.

snacking on my son's go-gurt's, when he's not in the room.

i'm listening to this one song over and over and over again....

spending more time downloading music, barely watching tv,

not picking my running shoes, pillows strewn across the floor (i was labelled once monica from friends, no really)

Feel the shadow, the breeze....

feel like heading out for an ice cream with my doll friends, priya and sunita.

feel like maxing out my credit card, buy jimmy choo shoes,

driving my car a little faster,

jamm with my shona baby

run away to a vacation with V

i'm now listing things on my palm, instead of a post it, much easier, except when you are driving it's little faded. but hey what the heck right !!

sleeping less, eating less, working out more...

paying less attention....

hope my new chip in the block will last longer than i think, esp, after sunita said, you use to be so fun, aisey lagtha tha kay iss bandi ko phir milna hai! i was like what...so i'm going to be less organized and more unorganized !! ha whatever

WWUD

i was watching some show and made me think if i was to date one person live or passed, who would that be and what would i order?

hmm....firstly i need more than one date, i'd have to start with George Clooney, John Abraham !!! Saif Ali Khan, Will Smith and Gandhi. And every time i'd order kebabs with grilled vegetables ; )

next one, is it better to have been loved and lost, or never been loved?

never loved.

Which authors books can you read over and over again?

Maeve Binchy.

finally who let the dogs out??

has to be neighbors cute kids.

i just realized, my darn blog makes no sense, but that's why i call it JLT.

by god!

 

Cleaning up his bunny milk covered toy cars, spills on the floor, changing shoes umpteenth time, i couldnt help but realize what stark difference it is before you have the little devils and after. I mean i cant belive my sense of home decor is now dictated by his choice of toys, which end up on my window sill, i mean i totally respect master chifu and tiger and the darling panda. I mean i only watch it once a day even after my son has gone to bed.

Some of his toy cars end up with my cutlery, my clock gets misplaced for a week, DVD's are scratched beyond repair, precious pictures are torn, the water dispenser in the refrigerator is locked, we resort to tap water !!! really, by god, it's crazy, i've to make strategies of when to open the door, how to close the garage door with minimum sound...it's taken a lot of patience and hell lotta love to reorg our lives for my sweet devil child.

but most of all i've slowly learned to not to sweat it...

Life's little instruction book

In my kitchen, next to the stove, i have my dad's picture, under his picture, i have a book he once gave me, or maybe i sneaked it out of his library. I randomly open and see what was it that i meant to have happened on for that day.

Today, as i opened, i read this one instruction no 222. Think twice before burdening a friend with a secret (....darn it, i wish i had opened it this am, i'm always late)

tho i thought chalo, coincidence, move on, turn to another random page, this couldnt have been more truer instruction no 245. Never cut what can be untied.

Wow, that is beautiful.

they are here!

 

I was surprised in a sweet way, my tulips are here, when i see my tulips coming back each year, it just makes me feel on toppa world for few seconds. It feels like, yeah, i kinda wanna hangout with you, so i came back types....acha hai.

 

And these decided to survive somehow, maybe they had to, i was skeptical when i was planting them, but they are still here, so that says something, right. Even after a lot of hardship, it stayed.

This reminds me of the days when my mom would ask me to water plants and take a soft cotton cloth to wipe the leaves, and while i'm at it, she'd say dont forget to talk to them, they like to hear from you. i was like yeah sure, but when no one was looking i would tell all abt my school stuff to those plants. wow, my mom is such a nut. I call her after my gym and she asks me do you do work out like sweat it out or do you just breeze in and out....i was like mom stop it, i'm a grown up, dont u thin i'd have figured simple things by this time.

Had to

 

Couldnt resist them, they were calling my name, so i treated myself with these lovely bright bunch. They are blooming in my living room with such mild fragrance, hmmm....i'm loving it, and dancing to this hard kaur no. trying to find my groove back couldnt have been started better- rab nu dikha de..., nach ke dikade thu soniya!