~Strings Attached~

With just a few days past Christmas and New Year around the corner, everybody is busy jotting down their so-called 'New-Year Resolutions'. But what is all this hype about? Do we really keep a track of them? Or do they become just another to-do list pinned up on the soft board of your room? Well, as per me, I'm too lazy to think of any resolutions. Left behind accomplishing them!! :D Frankly there isn't a tad excitement about new year except that I'll have to replace a 'zero' with 'one' as I'll write the date next year. That'll be the only change and the only difference. :) And I think this will be the last time I'll be catching up with my blog this year until and unless I have got something really exciting to pen down.



Anyway, so as per the title of the post this time, let me get onto the point. With winters vacations on and everyone lazing around miles away from college, I've got no plans for any vacation. And it's good to be home, for a change. With most of my friends chilling around and enjoying thoroughly at their respective vacation spots, spread over the entire India, it's awesome to be in touch with them. The constant calls and texts from them give me the feeling that they still remember me wherever they are. A cliché thing but still it is such a feel-good factor to experience the strings of attachment that we've amongst us.



Bangalore, Mumbai and Goa are the three places that I've visited this winter over the phone! :D My day dawned with the call from my best friend in Bangalore explaining me about the serene ambiance of the Art Of Living Ashram and the activities going on there. The seva done and the hours spent on meditation and yoga. Two hours later, another call from Goa spiced up my day, virtually taking me there to the unbeatable beaches and the colourful place full of party air. Then my friend explained of the French conversation that she had with the French people there. And I tell you! Her excitement was flabbergasting. This energy took a higher flight with the inclusion of wine that her Dad gifted her there. :)  Few hours later, I was in Mumbai, stuck up in the traffic, making my way back home. Not grumbling for the time the car was taking to move slowly and gradually rather happy to be the part of  bole toh Mumbaikar hush-rush!

WOW. Feels so good to travel to so many places! :p Apart from travelling, I've been able to catch up with my reading. With weather being what I totally love, I finished with 'A Thousand Splendid Suns', now I'm onto 'The Alchemist'. :)  Aren't the holidays fun? :)

Bonne Anniversaire!!

Happy Birthday Mom

23rd Décembre : The day when my life's First Lady was born. Cheers to the lady to whom I owe my existence to. My Mom! Happy Birthday Mom! :) Well, isn't it the case with everyone of us? That one lady means the world to each one of us. But for me, she's the only person who deserves, preserves and conserves all the respect in my eyes.

The most awesome feeling in the world is to realize that you are hers as much she is yours. When you are introduced to the outside world by her as, "She is MY Daughter." :) Plus when you know that whatever may be the matter, you will always have her by your side. Isn't this a sufficient blessing from God?

In spite of a single-parent, what she has done, the love given, the traditions inculcated, the bringing up- I simply salute her. :)

No sugar coated words, this one simply goes out for her, I love you Mom! :)

P.S.- Coincidentally I discovered my new love for Ghazals. Mom loves them. So it was in a way a Ghazal day for me! :D

Rich-Wish!!

Eavesdropped a story being discussed in the living room today eve. Can't clearly say that I was touched by it. But yeah, I could rather see a part of each one of us in it. Be it about the family, friends or the world. How everyone tries to carve a niche for himself. And if failing, which form do those wishes take

to come out. Anyways, my views apart, here's the story. Read it and form a view for yourself.

One fine day when students had completed their class work, their teacher gave them a particular task. The students were asked to write a letter to God and mention the things they want. Whatever it may be. Be it shoes, clothes, cars, bungalows or anything. But they had to be specific with it. At the end of the lecture, the teacher collected all the letters. Took them home. Started reviewing all the wishes of the children of her class. Impromp

tu, she started crying reading one of the similar looking but unique letters. Upon being asked by her husband, she let him read the whole letter. It read as follows :

"Dear God,

I just want to be the television of my home. I just want that when Dad comes back from work, he should take out time to be with me. When Mom is angry or sad, she shouldn't sideline me rather be with me to cheer herself up. My brothers and sisters should fight with one another to have my remote and watch me what I am doing. Howsoever, busy anyone in the family might be, but they should rearrange their priorities and find some time of their day to be with just-me, listen carefully to what I say, see what I do, laugh at my silly acts, enjoy my company."

Reading this, her husband just drops the letter on the table, commenting, "Oh, pity that child! What kind of parents does he have?" And he walks away. The wife says, "It's our child's."