Monday, July 14, 2014

Life seems longer than ever before, now....

Life seems longer than ever before, now....

I wish I could rest my head on my dads lap while he's reading and he has his other hand in my hair...
I wish I can tip toe in the room while my Ammi is doing her namaaz...
I wish I can see the pride in my Jijju's eyes when he talks about my nephews
I wish I could see my sister race a marathon....
I wish I could see v direct his movie...
I wish t to have a beautiful love story...
I wish I had bottled a voice...
I wish I could see .....

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From oct 23, 2010

Sunday, July 13, 2014

A 7.10 to Vermont...

This is from few months ago, june 16th, 2010....a draft left drafted, though it's late...i'll be true to the thoughts here as always and wont change a thing.

Monday saw me stretch myself to the point that i was almost hoping i'd wrap sooner and head back from NY, but while i was there i was hoping i'd run into anyone i know. But lo, it gave my pride much needed strokes, when someone approached me to ask directions to go to Madison Sq. Garden, thinking i was a new yorker, hell, u cant deny that i'm a new yorker by heart, i'm a philadelphian by heart, i'm hydi by heart, but my heart is much more capable of just being a city. huh...good one

For being a little cocky and late as usual, i paid in full by missing my earlier train back home. What a good thing, i got in the next one the 7.10 to vermont, and met this amazing person with such a smooth voice, i could have fallen asleep but what he was saying, what i was listening, what i was sharing was so amazing.... i wished it wasnt him...but it was him, it is the person you want to meet, see, talk to. The next 2 hrs just breezed away like the train whizzing past.

With the sun flashing at me directly, i was shielding myself with my hands and he said i looked great that way... i just smiled. i was hungry, he kindly offered to go to amtrak's little restaurant cabin at the end of the cabins, but i refused.

He and i then talked about books, music...oh this was the best part...he talked abt how the composition of music is so amazing that he knows how to make a beat, vainly i said, i dont get the science behind making a beat, but i know one, when i hear one....so he says the most surprising thing, u must love to dance then...i couldnt beleive he said that. i beamed, its true i love to dance, i dance while cooking, i dance while washing dishes, i didnt tell him all that but ...he nodded knowing...there are 2 ways a person enjoys the nature of music....aahh...

then came spirituality....i mentioned the book "Shack", which i found profoundly inspiring. It's about god, forgiveness, and all that...he shared his sony reader "What we ache for" by Oriah Dreamer...i sorely missed something that i returned recently....me sorry doll.

Aisey waisey....baton baton mein...i said it's gorgeous out today, he had his work laptop out, pointing to it, he said "this part is easy", then he pointed out to the window and said that "part is hard, beautiful but hard", i rested my hand on my chest, just wanting to be close to myself, when he said, "that part is hard too, matters of heart", i affirmed "you mean love", "girl we should have started this conversation when the train started"....buss...

we talked, wondered what actually it meant...after a long conversation, he summed what i felt, it's a connection, it's when you let someone grow, it humbles you, you do irrational things, it's not physical, it's not mental, it's a connection.

30th was arriving in 20 minutes, they annouced. i had to get off there, he was heading to delaware, we wished we had more time to talk.

the best part was....when we shared the sunset through the train window, like kids, we pointed excitedly as the sun was playing peek-a-boo...without pretensions i told him, what kinda music i liked, i think thats when the conversation about beat and dance came along.

Talking about sunsets, i told him, i live in a corner lot, i see sunsets almost on a daily basis, but i dont pay attention to them now, he said, you need to step back...i said that should be a caption for an ad.

Step back huh...

End to begin

hmm...i'm bored...

As he sat in the passenger seat of the car next to her, they both didn't know what to say to each other, except that they were quite taken that life brought them back to each other one more time.

Like always he instinctively ran his fingers through her hair. As much as she was caught off guard, she didn't stop him as the familiarity of the situation wasn't startling.

As his fingers touched the scalp the memories of days left behind gushed to her. She wanted to ask him what does he remember of those days gone by, but couldn't muster the idea or words to frame them in.

She kept driving and he kept talking of his days now... Until it was time to say good bye.

A story that saw its end even before it started....

--- i like this...it's authentic...i dont know why i didnt post it...go breathe the life...


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Saturday, July 12, 2014

I love Love Stories

I do...and they lived happily ever after...

On a sunday afternoon, right after watching "I hate love stories", V nods his head in disbelief and smilingly announces, i'm like that girl in the movie, all dreamy, full of drama, confused, lives on a cloud, blah blah blah...

well, one thing might be true, i always look for signs, coincidences, strange connections.

- from sep 2010

strangely enough for the past few years, i'm transformed. I hate love stories, i dont understnad them now, i cant be bothered by the mess of love, i guess...whatever...

Friday, July 11, 2014

Kindle

i need to put more books on this....(from dec 29, 2010)

What is going on in this world!

There is so much havoc going on everywhere you see, everywhere you turn around. Last night, while reading BBC i saw the news of a young man being shot by Pakistani paramilitary soldiers. To top it off, all this was shot on camera. Just reading that news disturbed me so badly, i feel such despair and hopelessness in humankind for such merciless killing. What shit it is, such bleakness....i feel sick in my stomach.

On homefront, in Orlando, the face of Caylee A. is haunting me. Being a mom myself, it's too hard for me to understnad how anyone, anyone could fathom putting a duct tape over a childs mouth. It's too graphic for me, its surreal. F***, f***, F***. My heart aches so fucking badly. I'm following news just so that something makes sense to me, but it doesnt. Nothing does.

Oh god! All in the name of what, why....Unrests that are tangible is downright dehumanizing and senseless. I pray for both of you, two people who were victims of such horrible acts.

- from jun 10, 2011 12.32 pm

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Spread the word !

I was in the lunch room making my noon tea, and this guy was reheating his soup in the microwave, it’s like 3pm. Not knowing that I was unleashing a power in him that was waiting to get out, i asked him isn’t it too late for lunch..and bingo. He revealed his secret to weight loss, can u believe he lost 11 pounds in 3 weeks, isn’t that awesome. ! I asked what does it take, he said eat plenty vegetables more often during the day! What about exercise, I wondered loud..well that too whenever u can, he continued.

I wished him luck and thought I have to check this out and spread the mantra. After exactly 2 minutes, he comes to my desk to show the article that enlightened him, and moved on to make copies for me too! (At this point, I was wondering did he think I was fat or was he too enthusiastic to share his wisdom) eaah…I really didn’t care, but I’m glad he shared his secret with me, by this time both of us didn’t know our names, so we introduced ourselves, so he is Ken and I’m ME : )

The next time we’ll see each other in the hallway or lunch room, probably I’ll have something to tell him too. Until then, maybe a hi ! down the hall should do…

- an old post from sep 15, 2006 - out now :)

All GSK consultants in Philly Dim sum place


Wednesday, July 09, 2014

By the thread

Dont we all feel this way, sometimes!

Between there and here, is when the life goes by you and you wonder how did you get there. Good luck to everyone trying to figure it out,  for the ones who already figured it out and for ones who cant imagine why everyones is trying so hard. xoxo

Courtesy i.am.rebecca

- from March, 29, 2011 - posting today :) 

Are you trusting....

Can you open up yourself to peole who you have met recently...can you share....can you open yourself to the point of being judged. I asked a friend, and she said....? - from feb 2011

Tuesday, July 08, 2014

At sharp 12.50pm

The bus with tourists spilled here and there, started the day tour to Windsor Castle and Stonehenge from a designated hotel. Amongst others, we noticed a lady from Chinese descent was busy chatting away on the cell phone.

The drive through the busy lanes of London leading to the highway towards the Windsor castle went uneventful, while the guide was sharing the tidbits of architecture and infrastructure of the city.




When we reached the quaint little Georgian and Victorian town of Windsor, the guide walked us through the entrance and told us in his heavy Briton accent to meet him back at the bus, down the hill at 12. 50pm. I was delighted that we can explore the chapel and the whole castle by ourselves. After checking the hall of Garter, Tipu Sultan’s robe, sword, the beautiful Chapel and the guards with their black fur hats…we could hear our stomachs grumble. Just outside the castle we discovered a beautiful stretch of pubs, Italian and Chinese restaurants. We settled on Chinese, to not much of our surprise we found the girl from the bus busy at another table. She proceeded towards us to confirm what time we had to be back at the bus. Vamsi, loyally, replied at 12.50pm.

As the time was nearing, Vamsi and I started the walk down the hill by the cobbled lanes, old buildings and the old steam train towards the parked buses. We sighted few buses leaving….but as we came closer, to my horror, I realized the bus we were supposed to be on, wasn’t there, hmm….did it leave ! They couldn’t have, they cant, can they !

Vamsi, who was momentarily saner of us two, went to another parked bus driver to ask what happened. The bus driver who was busy smoking, looked at him without a hint of recognition. He told us the red bus from Victoria Station has just left. He was actually upset and sympathizing with the driver who had to delay his schedule waiting for us! hello ! we are the ones who are stuck !

We didn’t have a cell phone on us nor did we have a no to call, there was nothing we could do to make it better. While I was panicking, Vamsi found a lighthearted moment. He spotted the Chinese girl leisurely walking towards the buses and us. He couldn’t stop laughing and I couldn’t help getting angry and be mildly amused by this unfolding drama, what can I say, misery found company! If it weren’t for us, she would have come back to catch the bus sooner, huh !

As it evolved, all three of us were generously offered a lift back to town in the bus full of Italians, an upset driver and a charming tour operator. The rest of the day was full of unexpected trips to Madame Toussard’s, a cruise on river Thames, and of course window shopping at Harrods’s.

The cream of the cake was the following day, when the original bus company offered a day tour to Stonehenge and the Roman Bath and said that the day before we were expected at 12.15pm not 12.50 pm. Yup…

- this was in drafts for over 7 years...omg - wrote this and never published on jul 27th 2006. A year before T was born.

In Paris


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Banana

I pack my kutty boy's lunch with extra smiles, just so that he knows how much i think of him!
Lunch Dessert

Monday, July 07, 2014

Arm candy


My bubba's and mine --- love you my love...

- from apr 4, 2011 go go go get out there and breathe your moment

Cake


- from aug 28, 2010 - i like the pic so instead of deleting i'm posting it. been in drafts too long.

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