Manali Marilyn Monroe Danait

2012-01-27T09:41:00.000-08:00

I need to stop what I've started. What if I'm not the only one. My craving can be a want for me but what if I'm very easy to let go. Trusting too soon. Why. Only because of the look in his eyes. Losing too soon. Why. Only because of the faith he follows.
Stop for good I mean. Start for moments in within. I don't need presence if I want my need. I wish for him. I want for him. But what if all this is just about a moment and not for what I see a lifetime. I wish to make someone quite special for me. But will these wants make me the one of the many.

2012-01-23T00:03:00.000-08:00

Wish I had got this moment earlier. All I need is a thought to rest my emotions on. I don’t want to make changes thereafter. Just one devotion. Just one belonging. Tired of being a vagabond. Tired of being at the doorstep. I wish this time I make it my own. My home.

Why is so difficult to be devoted, typically difficult to being the god. I wish this one time I have the capability to belong, in every single said way. I never need everything, but I only need the meaning to it.

2012-01-19T03:26:00.000-08:00

A prince of my time. A soul so undefined. Child like qualities. But divinity of a certain saint.

Seemed like a glimpse, seemed like an episode. A few minutes of unforgettable pronounciations, connections, tones, words and people. There's just something which seemed like nothing else. I dont know what exactly I was looking for, but maybe I had got much more. A story to tell. A child to watch grow. A dream of a certain soul. Blessed be he who let him unfold.

2012-01-04T09:16:00.000-08:00

Everyday turns into a want for me. Is it purely because he makes me that way. He sees me inside out. He sees me as I am. He makes me pose in different styles. More like he owns a part of me. Is this what I wanted. Something hidden. Something fearful. Something is just not right. I don't know how I have met him but now he's an everyday to me. I don't know where this is getting at. Whether this will be anything real. I fear I might give into him. He's an illusion. I might give into being taken over. I will give into him.

2011-12-28T10:49:00.001-08:00

Every night a beast awaits his turn.
To be engulfed into the darkness that the nights brings in with her. It’s a story unheard off. A silence so musical like that of the rhythmic breath.
He’s not someone can know or knows off. A beast, a creature who partners the night. Never to be seen in the daylight. There’s a certain mysteriousness that is felt with him.
It’s a conversation that the night romances with the beast. Cruelty he shows, but the night even more ruthless can be, shall leave him alone at dawn.
He’s a child the night can father, a lover the night could hate, a beast in all true sense; he’s just a night the night forgave.

A little bit..

2011-12-27T09:47:00.000-08:00

It’s a little bit of craziness that lets me be on my own today.
A little bit of you makes it perfect.
I’ve never needed you around. Rather maybe I’ve loved my own mysterious ways so much that I would hate to show them to you.
Maybe I’m never going to be face to face with you. Or maybe I don’t ever want to be face to face with you. Reasons maybe many. But answers are just never known.
I don’t know where you come from, who you are, what you do or what would you do next. And this is just I always needed. A perfect stranger.
Everyone needs a crazy little side. Something to hide. Something to fear. Someone who you can be shameless, fearless, happy, angry or even a person you never know. Someone who completes just a little bit of me. Someone who knows just a little bit about me.
Maybe that little bit is you.

2011-12-23T05:13:00.000-08:00

So like an everyday a today started. So many people, so many stories, so many moments and even more emotions. And then there was a story about me. A someone I had never seen. Stranger. I found myself so different everyday. A mirrored image of me I see in strangers. I live with a stranger every new day. It must change or it shall be a silent death of an unknown. I forget why I say so. But it must change.

I must be happy, or I couldnt have survived. I cant let go. Memories with a certain stranger make me stronger every day.

2011-10-15T00:03:00.001-07:00

I wished for a moment my life would change. I wasn’t even an inch close to what I wished I could be when I saw him.

It was a different life he lived. For the first time I believed that maybe I did resemble the Bridget Jones my friends thought I was.

I was happier in what I thought it all could be. Did the fairy tale come out of a book? I ignored thinking I never deserved it. But then when I took a chance it virtually happened. Truly. Dreaming never made better sense than just a smile.

He wanted to create an illusion. Something mystical. Magician he was and just no prince.

Mad hatter. Soulfully young. Never mine. Never belonged.

And in no time, with a wave of his wand.. He was gone.

Unforgettable

2011-09-16T06:12:00.001-07:00

When I meet you again, I will burst into soulful tears. Maybe this time I won’t let you go.
You must have experienced a first time sometime in the past. You’ve had witnesses. I don’t have a witness to us. It’s more like maybe we dint exist.

I don’t know why your first ever sight has impacted me this well.

I had seen it all happening in true sense. In a dream maybe. So good to believe. So good to be true. If all was about a time, the time was worth every memory. Worth an idol. Worth a faith. Worth being a first time.

My first time was you.

Happens.

2011-09-10T10:58:00.000-07:00

Too fast, but too slow. Every step gets me closer to a distance. I don’t mind, infact I like it, though I’m terrified. It’s like a day slips away again. How I wish I tried hard enough to keep the hours safe. Not realizing maybe they were my last.

Have I been misinterpreted? Misread. Guilty. Spoke too much to speak so slow. Said all the wrong things maybe. I should have been someone else. I should have been today. But I chose to speak of a yesterday.
It’s difficult to walk when you know you can run. Touched too fast to maybe let go. Patience would have made all my moments stay.

I’m not one of those who can easily hide. Blame it on me. Anyway the thing is what I really mean, my gift is my faith and that’s for you.

Through the lens..

2011-09-05T22:21:00.000-07:00

Beautiful. That’s the keyword that word for me. A never so gorgeous mirror finally made me look what I really want to look like.

Looking into a mirror never had been better. Nothing had changed except for the lens. The lens made me look beautiful. Somehow I gathered the courage to open my eyes and change the lens. And yes, beautiful was the word that made it all work for me. Time can’t wait, but it can certainly help in going back into the past and collect the days gone by.

I changed my lens. I had turned beautiful. I turned old. I turned better. It was all the mystical past and the magic of the lens. I do not know whether I can keep them forever. But truly, I love looking through these set of lens.

I was she.

2011-09-04T10:16:00.001-07:00

What happens when you begin to dream is that you succumb into realities. Trying to make something work means somewhere you've lost what you had gathered.
I opened my eyes to a new day. A day dream I saw about 6-7 years back had happened. Finally. I was she. Only for a couple of moments maybe. But I was she. Finally I knew I atleast could make one dream happen. Maybe this was Gods way to tell, yes.. it would all fall in place and I could get all my lost time back in my hands.
I felt the same that I felt then. I was jealous then, I wanted to be her always. I wanted and I still want to be her. She seemed soo powerful on his side. He made her so. Maybe.
Moments. Feelings. Captured into my past I knew this was just the unforgettable ever past for me. I was she.

another time to remember

2011-09-04T02:30:00.000-07:00

Something beautiful happened again. I was caught in a memory of someone i wanted to be. Years back where i wanted to be is just where i was now. I had imagined it all. And today i saw myself living it all. No. I dont want to touch it today. I want it all to stay. Like a remembrance. Like a moment that makes me beautiful and grow. Where im not misunderstood but im allowed to stay forever. Ive never wanted a name. Ive never needed the recognition of living my existence. But all i need is the moment to be heard and held. Let me stay. I shall never let myself leave. It dint happen then, i know i wont let it happen now.

Mistake

2011-06-18T22:46:00.000-07:00

So. Yes. I had yet another mistake on me. I asked the mistake to leave and it agreed. But the alimony I had to pay was a deed for a lifetime. Trust, faith, a bagful of dreams, smiles and a few more precious times of cherish leave with the mistake. I thought, better ask it to stay. It stays and I don't lose much but my mind and myself. So what exactly is the price to pay for one mistake.

So let the mistake die its own death. Do I let a mistake die? Do I pump some more life? Revive a mistake and boast about living a mistake. Nothing seems to be right. If I had done it, it wasnt supposed to be a mistake. It was a part of me now.

Nothing seems to be a mistake. Just one. Everything.

2010-12-19T04:38:00.000-08:00

With time, a lot of uncertainities change. You trust, you love and you are happy to live. But with time, you also stand a chance to ask one question, "What if I never make the difference".
Such is the question I asked myself, will I ever stand out to make a difference. To him, to me and to us.
The few minutes and hours we spend apart without talking suddenly make the difference. Nothing changes if we dont talk as yet. He breathes he lives.. I breathe, but I live the difference.

Something changed. Is he the change, or maybe is Me the change.

Time shall tell.

My time, my faith.

2010-11-23T10:03:00.000-08:00

A ruler, a lover, and more so a dominant emotion. That is him. Moments have died earlier but I’ve never heard them scream. I’m sketching a new outline, and I laughed when I did. This time I’m sure.

We'll make some memories and maybe a dream or two… who knows they can come true. I won't ever forget his words; I'll know I will love him for all his worth. Someday he will say he will marry me.

I won’t hesitate no more, I know for sure. This is my fate. I belong to him.

I will wait.

To a new life, to a new love.

2010-11-23T06:09:00.000-08:00

Somehow I knew life dint have to end where I thought it would. A beautiful soul and a fearless warrior. He held my heart and showed me the way. He was a taken soul. Never to be mine, but yet holding my hand like himself.
There was passion in his voice, there was trepidation in his eye, he was the happiest and yet so cheerless. It was wonderful talking to a man who had seen the rains, who knew what he spoke and even more, dint hesitate his failures.
It’s a wonder how the life of many revolves around what they call a dream they want to pursue. Breaking off the shackles of the normal life that the others lead, some dare to take that second chance which gives them a much stronger platform to hit back at life.
It was my first meeting with him. Made me think, that sometimes the strongest of men have a tougher yet a gentle side which is worth a million thoughts. I had come across a warrior of his times. A gentleman that he was, he explained that life doesn’t necessarily treat you right, but sometimes the right is in the wrongs that you do. With an amazing and positive approach towards life, he exampled what possibly life can have in store for those who hold the grit to face every situation in life. The most dangerous situation that perhaps one should avoid is when your heart controls the mind.

Would he ever know how much I missed looking into his eyes right now? Never.

2010-10-24T21:11:00.000-07:00

Once again, I rewind to what I left unattended.

Why does it so happen that when we leave, it's often looked at as defeat. Years of memories, many more of loss. When I try to gather what I got when I took a step out of my world, all I could feel was hidden thoughts of negation and mistakes that were felt by people who mattered the most.

Why could not I see what I see today. Not one to stand by me to say "Yes, Now Its Your Turn." I never wanted to prove, but Ive been challenged by my own self to do so. Why did I try to own something that was never mine and perhaps that could never have been mine.

I agree I have been defeated, but I have not been captured.

I shall rise.

Dear Pigeon,

2010-07-21T09:35:00.000-07:00

You fluttered even before I could talk in person.

I thought it was you the other day dear pigeon. Which is simply the reason why I tried every way to get you back. Wonder when I saw you, why did I have to feel that it was you.
Youve been very special to me. Maybe coz u fly away every morning, thats the reason why I find you closer. I promise dear pigeon, I will never tie you down or cage you. But you really need to stay.

I know it wasnt you the other night, but now I know it was you I was looking for.

And now, you will never flutter away...

2010-04-01T20:59:00.000-07:00

Its kinda hard with you not around, Know your in heaven smiling down.

Watching us while we pray for you, Every day we pray for you.

Till the day we meet again, In my heart is where I'll keep you friend.

Memories give me the strength I need, to proceed Strength I need

Wish I could turn back the hands of time,

I still can't believe you're gone, Give anything to hear half your breath

I know you still living you're life, after death...

Miss ya Ketki.

2010-02-24T11:22:00.000-08:00

Did i have to talk? I dint have to but I had none else. With a creature who was so different. So not ordinary but makin the other lives look normal. With a pledge to change, he walked indifferently.
He spoke as though he knew the ordinary life. Moments that we spoke about were moments he thought I could make. Had he known me a little better, he wouldnt have this moment be.
It was scary. My little thoughts was what he was invading and makin his way right in.

Maybe he was special. I'll miss him.

It was special. It was soon to be lost. I knew I had to watch it slip away.

2010-02-02T07:58:00.000-08:00

Its a conspiracy. I never thought I would let in to a conspiracy. I knew it was a conspiracy. His one meeting had planned out every little thing. The words, the talks, the entire game plan to trap me. I had resented and shunned him out always. Yet. Like the perfect gentleman he perfectly ignored my perfect side and kept displaying my flaws.

So he thought that fragrance could lure me in. No it dint. It rather kept me awake all night wondering what burrberry could mean. I pretended that not talking to him dint mean anything. But it did. Everything.

I knew I had boundaries. But I also knew those boundaries had circled him in.

2010-01-25T10:49:00.000-08:00

Daytime dreams often end in the Night.
I knew it had to end even before it started. 24hrs and no word had been exchanged. The complexity in that bond was now out. It was simple as ever. There was never anything maybe. Or maybe there was something soo strong that it had to be doused out.

I would keep it all intact dear stranger, I told myself. And given a chance again, I would try to maintain the fear that the tiger could create in a silent room.

2010-01-23T09:18:00.000-08:00

Once again, I spoke too much.

Wonderin whether I might have just let out the secrets I never should have. Who to blame? Me who talks too much or him who spoke so less. Wierd. The eyes. Yes. Rather notty eyes. Entrapped, hypnotized, married. Caught in a revenge was I.

I wish I never had let go into the moments. I defended. A fierceless and lonely warrior, I knew that he was one. I knew I wanted him to stay and listen. I knew that maybe even he would want to be heard.

I had walked into the tiger's den. A picture that could speak a thousand stories. And thus spoke the tiger. Of stories that had walked in. One such story was me. But I knew something was wierd. Different. Infatuated. Attracted. Senseless.

I drew elephants in the den as I walked out.

But as the truth shall remain, the tiger never has a den. :)

Reflection of a song

2010-01-13T22:06:00.000-08:00

Some days I feel like shit, I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit, I don't understand why you have to always be gone, I get along but the trips always feel so long. I find myself trying to stay by the phone, Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone, But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call, But when I pick up I don't have much to say.
So, I want you to know it's a little fucked up, That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career, Me only saying "Where'd you go?"

Mistakes.

2010-01-08T19:55:00.000-08:00

Mistakes. All of us are made up of plenty of those little grave mistakes.
I was soo busy with life all this while, that I happened to overlook those little mistakes I kept making round and about. At one instance I thought I knew the art of living it all, at the other instance I was a learner. Even worse. I had to start all over again.
A silent faith I had in myself. But was that enough? Faith?
All over and around I had sucessful people around me. What was my role now? To follow? To learn? Lead from the back?
I am disturbed. Ive moved back.

And then there were tears..

2010-01-06T09:40:00.000-08:00

What happens when you give up power coz ur losin all your strength..?
Revolution of thoughts and life, Im giving up on what I built.

A castle of rocks, a dew filled cloud. I'm giving up on dreams.

Yes. Its me. Marilyn. I gave up then. I give up now too.

Every day its a new story.

2010-01-05T10:49:00.000-08:00

Today I felt power was walking around as though God had conferred his strength to release humans from their woes. What was with power? Stranger.

Power looked fearless and tired. Wanting to run into the shelter of that of a stronger strength". Power knew I was stronger, but I was a no. Power tried to hide his fears. Power wanted to feel the strength. Power was alone.

I cried for Power. I narrated stories of my past to tell Power how strong I was.

But No. Power was unreal. Power is someone I wish I can forget.

Power will never be mine.

No.

Power

2009-12-10T05:47:00.000-08:00

Yes. I love power.
This was it. Minutes after I met him, I knew this was it. Power was sitting across the table and talking pretty much insignificant things. Power had the most amazing signs of love and emotion. I looked into his eyes with awe. I captured his every style, his every move and his every word in those few minutes. Power could talk, power could walk and power could look me in the eye and talk about things that never mattered.
His power was himself. He treated himself God. I admire him. A taken soul that will never belong to me.

I love Power. I love him.

My Difficult Meeting

2009-11-26T08:45:00.000-08:00

It was quite a meeting today. So difficult, that I just couldn’t understand why I was restricted to me being what I was. I met someone so famous, that definitely I knew that I was alien to the real world.

He made me listen to him when I dint want to. I shut my windows and closed the doors but yet he made his way in. He made me dance when I never wanted to. He made me like and sing in the language I rarely spoke.

It was rather difficult for me to accept that yes he was that person who had been living in my house every alternate day.

My mom had liked him, my neighbors had loved him, then why was I the one who never realized that he had a face so unfamiliar.

Betrayed

2009-11-24T19:16:00.000-08:00

Yet again another fall. I stopped, stumbled and walked again. After denial, I somehow accepted that this certainly wasnt something that life bought on me, it was something I bought on myself. Once again I wanted to hate every thought that made me want what I wanted.
I did my best. I did the rest. I never did a No.

My thoughts and me had betrayed every thought that wasnt mine.

The Wall

2009-10-30T11:08:00.000-07:00

The Wall was strong. It was the only one I ever saw. It held the news from over the world, but marked with the dreams of one. The wall had seen it all happening. I stood and told the wall that never again would I stand infront of it and speak. It had seen me the way I was. But I never wanted to stand there again.
But the cruel wall spoke.. years later.. it influenced the thoughts like a treasure which was cursed. The wall had never crumbled, but my thoughts it did. I hated the wall.. I loved the moment.. I was a child then to love it.. I was a grown up now to want it.

Frank Talk..

2009-10-11T19:37:00.000-07:00

Anegls could fly, Angels could be walk, but never thought angels could sit down with you across a coffee table for a cup of coffee. Funny it was. He sat down and discussed years. In real terms, he spoke about heaven and earth. A certain something about him was scary, a certain something unbelievable. A mortal soul, yet set so free? Why? What to believe and what not to believe?
He was a murderer.
He walked with soldiers. No one could dare get closer. He pretended to be the nicest. He was cruel to himself.

The angel was powerful.

What a wonderful world..

2009-10-04T09:57:00.000-07:00

The most powerful song I've ever heard.

Never

2009-10-01T11:24:00.000-07:00

If i asked you to stay, would u? Never. Never. Never was just for Never. It never mattered whether it was me asking you to stay. I was always miles away.
If i asked you to wait a while, would u? Never, and emotion again.

What was this that made me never want to meet you yet cry to make you stay. Its never goin to matter to you. Never. The word again. I'll have everythin tomorrow the way you have today. But I'll stay and want you. If i want you then, would you want me now? Never.

I'm angry today

2009-09-29T09:42:00.000-07:00

I'm very angry today. Its like i woke up from the most beautiful dream i ever had. Like a child that wakes up in the midnight and finds himself alone facing the dark. I hated my ever thought today. I sat in a crowd smilin and dreamin of a thought that perhaps never could have been true. The truth slapped me rude in the face. The dream was rite there staring at my face, while i starred back with a smile. It wasnt my dream but i longed to sleep again. Maybe this time.. something. But it'll never happen. The dream was never mine. It always belonged to someone else, but i only adored it like a child. I waited, i wanted and i wished.

Can it never be mine. Cant it be true? Cant it be just a moment. Was I selfish. What was I? Never wht i wanted to be. Again a shadow wanting to be a part of the night. I was angry with myself today. I was angry for being me.

2009-08-29T10:40:00.000-07:00

More than a month since words were exchanged. It was strange, but this time I was stranger. I hadnt attempted to let anyone in my enclave. Scared was I? Nothing changed, except that perhaps, I hated the feeling.

I cried, angered every moment, and wished there was just once one everything had become normal. why was i misunderstood? why was i the loser again?
why was i wat i was today?

'Na'

2009-06-14T01:16:00.000-07:00

It started on a Sunday, ended on the next. So beautiful so pure... I might have never been able to understand how innocence filled up the every moment of the week. Something that never started could never end.

I’m trying to explain, but something’s wrong, you don’t sound the same now. Like a promise meant to keep. I always said that I would make mistakes. I’m so much better than you guessed. I’m relieved, relaxed and I’ll get over the loss. I only wish you get out of my thoughts right now. Keep in mind; we’re under the same sky.

And ya, it’s alright, I’m okay!

To describe you the best, you still remain, cruel, sharp, free, feared & powerful.

It was a miracle...

2009-05-22T05:54:00.001-07:00

Seeing was believing that the beastly creature could smile. He heard me talk, he heard my thoughts and yet reacted the way humans did.

And then he said he wouldn’t care. A sinner he was who married a million times, said he wouldn’t want to be trapped in ways I did. I narrated my dream but he refused.

He who speaks so well should have never spoken but in vain, I do know am not the first mistaken maiden he might have had.

Couldn’t have hated him more over what he said. Think over again and again I plead. Don’t go I said, give me a chance to prove, that maybe life could be colored in a way I could. But the warrior so gallant that he was, shrugged me off like human dust.

Said he had treaded too far to ever return.

Do u hear?

2009-05-20T05:36:00.000-07:00

A simple 'hi' complimented with a smile, all that I seeked from the beastly human!

Alas, heretic and a rebel, with 3D armour he glances away as though I were not existing. I plead guilty for not observing the style other maidens would, but after months did I get his name.

He still doesnt talk to me, although I still wait for him to call. To me he is a million dollar baby, only if he'd give me a chance. Juz one conversation and one smile.. complimented with a glance.. too much did i ask for.

He still doesnt know who I am.. but would he then.. care to call??

2009-04-08T10:10:00.000-07:00

I'm an escapist. Once again, in search of the wants, I'm taking off. To be with myself, to be who I always was. To face fear, to be strong. To make a decision and stand by it. To walk it again, but yet so fast.. almost run.

Life has been ruthless, not a drop of the ocean touched me so long. Not a smile I did not doubt. I never could have been older and matuared than what I feel right now.

I trusted and I still trust everything I ever did and will do. I wont regret, but I know I will fear. I will come back after I know who and how I can be. I know, I'll be fine to see and smile.

I will survive.

2009-02-19T09:27:00.000-08:00

www.verveearth.com :) I like

2009-02-13T09:12:00.000-08:00

What is more important to you the love you share, the memories you have or the lover?

2009-01-28T10:35:00.000-08:00

Reading my post's put many in a dilemma.. the answer to their trillion dollar remains ... Yes! I'm very much Single :)

2009-01-27T11:42:00.000-08:00

I might be the only person on the face of the earth that knows you're the greatest man on earth. I might be the only one who appreciates how amazing you are in every single thing that you do, and how you are with other people, and in every single thought that you have, and how you say what you mean, and how you almost always mean something that's all about being straight and good. I think most people miss that about you, and I watch them, wondering how they can watch you rule, and never get that they just met the simplest man alive. And the fact that I get it makes me feel good, about me.

2009-01-27T10:51:00.000-08:00

I looked into his eyes again today.. seemed like nothing had changed. Was it the same story that Alice experienced in wonderland? What is this Mad Hatter upto anyways?

He cant be taken.. I tried.. but he flutters away. I desperately try to hate him, thats the only escape I have. Maybe this is the despair of my human life. There is something so agonizing yet so beautiful of this superficial relationship I share with this immortal taken soul. Surrounded with his jesters, he's rules like a king from the tales. His sight makes me weak, but his words make me strong. Is this what they name as intermediate love? Maybe or Maybe not..

V

2008-11-27T06:29:00.001-08:00

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leaveI wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have.... All of me

You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me....

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

2008-11-01T10:39:00.000-07:00

We all can be childish in matters of heart! The way he takes charge of his life thrills me! I want the power for myself. But whenever I see him around, I feel like an outsider desperately trying to get in. He has a big big heart..

He see's what the world does to me, and he promises to change the way they do. He promises he'll try. I love his mind and he loves mine. I have asked myselef this question a million times, but maybe yes, I lack somewhere that makes me lose on these wonderful souls around me. He maybe thinks I'm needy. But, isnt that what love is actually about? Giving yourself over to someone elses needs? Thats what i'm trying to do. But is he willing to do it for me? Perhaps, theres no answer to that. I dont think what i do is a sin. Hurting someone intentionally - thats a sin. Merely relishing it - a big sin! Maybe, I too will remain a frightened child of the past.

All i will want from him is to be mended, healed and made whole...

2008-09-23T10:45:00.000-07:00

~ To betray you must first belong ~

Words from a stranger:

2008-08-30T20:29:00.000-07:00

Dear Friend,

Putting up your mail here, just so that people can read it to understand you too :) Thanks for the kind words

Manali

A mail me received:

well...wht to start wth..bt today mistakenly i peeped into some1's innerself and guess wht i saw..thr is som1 who is atlst a better thinker and approchable thn this dark illusion!!well...a full lenght sketch of som1 has been portrayed...bt..its like a tangled lines..reluctant to gve a shape...a thought bt jst striving wthout knowing whr they r heading for...i really wud hav appreciated if i; represntng a whole slot of people, woudl hav taken wth a feelng tht they also exist...intangibly..if nt really....n thr is no pt to be confined in a shell bt to b a bit expressive sometimes..we talk bt relationshp/frndshp n all...bt still a bit skeptical bt ourslf...is this wt som1's says a helpless n unwinding feelng? naah...only a utter silence evrywhr provoking people to b comfrbtle whle expressing....i dont write things till the time i really dont feel them popping inside..i hav tried to write these lines to the extent tht only u wud b able to get wt i wanna say...bt billoo......keep smiling!!

2008-08-22T09:34:00.000-07:00

I've seen the end, before it ever began..
The best part is that he wont break my heart.. I know.. He never will.. he can break a heart thats already broken.
People like me know to survive. I know when to kiss and i know when to kill. There isnt any point in living when what you can never do is feel life.

Now is when I actually start to feel.. friendships form, but relationship's happen!

What I See..

2008-08-20T12:36:00.000-07:00

Life.. suprisingly untangled this time :)
its when my world came crashing down did I see that the universe was a better place to be in..!

Suddenly, life seems to be introducing an angel, in disguise of a taken soul! Whatever that may be, its the universe that i see ..

2008-08-14T23:56:00.000-07:00

" Long years ago we made a tryst with destiny, and now the time comes when we will redeem our pledge, not wholly or in full measure, but very substantially. At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom. A moment comes, which comes but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to the new, when an age ends and when the soul of a nation, long suppressed, finds utterance .... We end today a period of ill fortune, and India discovers herself again."

1947 - Jawaharlal Nehru

{get inspired}

2008-07-13T05:41:00.000-07:00

Just when I thought I was making the most of what I had, reality hit me hard on my face. Perhaps I never used what I always had. I never used the inner strength that could actually move mountains. Today I know I still am a weakling..!

I kept thinking about my past, about the wonderful people who entered my life, and left me just at the right time. Are my regrets right that I should have never let them go? I miss them too much today. Every single moment that I see them happy, I feel, I should have been a part. Is it too late to get back?

Questions of the heart... remain unanswered!

The Suspense juz Poofed Up!

2008-05-03T07:51:00.000-07:00

Giggle! There you go!
Finally, the page turned and the cold man spoke! For what i thought would be his answer to the million dollar question my 'hero' armed knight turned out to be a scarecrow! The man that he was, he found it a lil difficult to answer thus juz let himself be mute. Like me like me not, he just is a coward I tell myself today.
Once upon a time he was 'ma man', he never spoke but it was legal to dream abt him i thot. Da man that he is, he let me be dumb abt myself :) Aha! He neve spoke!

Yes Yes! This is a matrimonial proposal that went bad. The best part is, the girl aint at fault .. he DA MAN ;)

2008-03-09T12:07:00.000-07:00

whispers and laughter..

tears and more..

Its Love!

2008-03-02T08:27:00.000-08:00

The latest man in my life has been doing some wonderful adorable things for me. Its been indeed a fairy tale for me, as I first saw him on the 14th february, the much auspicious, Valentines day this year. I never chose him, but he did..

Its been beautiful since then.. I seem to remember every little thing that he does..

His first kiss, when he ended up leaving his marks on my ear.. His accidently tearning a part of my dress.. Sucha Man!

Its really amazing to watch him get all excited when he see's me walking into the room or calling out his name..

I love you Spartan! You prove it all.. at times, Dogs are much better than Men!

Thy Name ist woman..

2008-02-28T11:03:00.000-08:00

“Where women are worshipped, gods reside”…..Rig Veda.
How idealistic! But today are we willing to be confined to the house? The answer is a big NO. don’t we want to establish our own identity?
In our staunchly patriarchal society, Manu, the lawgiver of the Hindus has said that a woman must always depend on man throughout her life. Since the man has been taking advantage of her dependence and has given her a status just slightly above that of a slave.
Man has always been said the ruler of the world. Why is that from the beginning humanity is male and woman are defined as a relative to man? she is never regarded as autonomous being. The blindfold on the statue of the goddess of law in some way represents the fact that justice has turned a blind eye towards woman. ‘It is the fundamental responsibility of woman to be wives, mothers and homemakers.’ This was the underlying assumption in a report on ‘status of women’ submitted by President Kennedy’s Commission.
The child gets the fathers name even though the mother plays the most important role in his life. Why is that when man is in conflict with women, the theme is existing inequality and is used as a justification for denying abstract equality. As Simone De Beauvoir said, “ womanhood is a social construct. One is not born, but becomes a woman.”
An unwed mother is a scandal and an illegitimate birth, a stigma on the child. Here too, she needs the sanction of the man. She cannot, rather is not allowed to take care of the child alone. The fathers name is a must or else she is made the target by the evil eyes of the society. The concept of chastity imposed on woman isn’t as straight forward as it seems. It is just the expression of mans insecurity.
In 1888, Elizabeth lady Stanton said, “this far, women have been the mere echoes of men. Our laws and constitutions, our creeds and codes and the customs of social life are all of masculine origin. The true woman is yet a dream of the future.” The dream has a long way to go.
Women not being allowed to vote till as late as 1928,not being allowed higher education even today in some states of India, a law on rape which humiliates woman more than helping her. Gender justice is still on the paper. We have to summon enough guts to stand up and practice. We need it.
I strongly believe that today’s woman is strong and nothing on earth can deter her from giving shape to her cherished dreams.
I think I’m very lucky to be a woman. There is a feeling of pride in my mind. I look at myself as a chameleon, someone who likes to do things differently. Changes the mood and adjusts according to the situation. And it’s not only me…every other woman is like me. nobody actually can understand a woman. So powerful..so beautiful!
She has always been there & she always will. Centuries of evolution have failed to wipe out her species, and with each generation increases her indispensability as the world gets smarter in Science & technology. They say, that come what may, her position in this world is one that can never get eradicated--and yet one that will never gain undue importance.
Why are we women compared to men? When we all know that a man would not survive if it wasn’t for us. On every walk of life men need support and women are like their back bone. The gulf between the sexes, the misunderstandings and the conflict is still there as it was when Adam first fell for Eve.
In our past generations life was so simple. Man was the head of the house, the sole bread winner and woman were often the pedestal in the house. a woman was confined to the kitchen and to take care of the children. She never rebelled. She did her job perfectly. And surprisingly when she got out of the house too, she was a winner.
Today it is a different scene. Women have realized their dreams and know what they actually want from their life. A woman was always considered as a child bearer, a nurturer and a nest defender. Men were the protectors, providers and the problem solvers. But women have proved that they can be the best at whichever job assigned. Women have freed themselves from the kitchen sink. Today we see women in almost all fields.
May it be sports or politics, Bollywood to Hollywood...she’s done it all. And the best part is that she is successful. Even though time and again she has proved herself yet in some parts of the world, women are considered less then men.
But yet…the society has changed. daughters are capable, even though not more than sons, earning their own incomes, not dependent on their husbands, taking care of their parents in their old age and even doing their last rites.

Fashion Industry for Men

2008-01-21T00:39:00.000-08:00

Sir Henry David Thoreau once stated, “Every generation laughs at the old fashions, but follows religiously the new!” A philosopher and naturalist, he wasn’t slightly associated with the glamorous and bewitching fashion industry. But as I may put it, drinking wine may not be something that I do, but holding the glass makes me feel rich!

With the changing times, the demands and the style statement of the humans have undergone some significant changes. Women seem to have been the predominant choice for the cover-page of the stylish fashion magazines. But, ‘Man’ the social animal has now caught up with the ‘look good – feel good’ line up. Surveys point out to the fact that men still do not feel that they are given any sort of importance by the fashion industry at all.

It’s not about how you look but it’s about how you feel would be the verdict of the man who is an ardent follower of fashion.

However the ultimate question that remains is ‘what does a man expect from the Fashion Industry’ overall? Is it just about clothing? The metro-sexual man is here to answer these questions.

Staying fit and possessing the six packs is maybe one of the most essential wants of the new man. And once you have the body, the industry seems to just add the glitter by the ‘oh so sexy’ body fitting tee’s and shirts. Age is just not a barrier anymore. It’s the ’18 till I die’ roll that works for them. Proper gyming and dieting works out well for the fashionable and stylish males. There was a time when there weren’t many choices for men in fashion. Formal trousers to the Khaki’s and Quadroys... it’s been a long way overall for the males to feel comfy in any attire.

All this, in floral prints and velvet touch was once considered for the men with the feminine side. But now, these prints are designed in ways that look impressive on the males. Fashion is not only restricted to the clothing, but with It comes the right accessories, bags, watches and shoes. The industry with its latest styles and colors for men has indeed been a boon for many.

The Fashion Industry for Men helps men gain confidence. Looking good, wearing the right kind of accessories with the clothes to go with only enhance the personality of the male. Fashion is here to stay!

2008-01-10T12:09:00.000-08:00

Comparisons and more! Life's never straight. Its 1.45 am and i'm tired of the thoughts of losing weight! After dedicating two full years to web creative content the only thing in shape are my fingers. Regular excercise on the keyboard and enough 5 hours sleep. What more can they ask for?

Coming back to the comparison part of it.. I compared my self to Benazir Bhutto the other day. She had an amazing life. Daring, strong and beautiful.. a few words for the truly beloved of the democratics! I compared my self to her.. I'm daring, strong and maybe possess somewhat passable beauty.. That would make me smile a bit. Its just normal to compare oneself with the best and the gone.. Makes you feel like out of the movies.. Life.. Takes me on..

Point to remember - It wasnt long that I compared my self to Marilyn Monroe..

Goa - My Home!

2008-01-01T20:36:00.000-08:00

Visiting your Native place is like being at home. Thus, visiting Goa wasn’t any different. The land of the unspoken mysteries, beaches, parties and also the dwelling for the gods, Goa has been a paradise for the most of us. With a promise to my friends, to bring them some souvenirs from the land of beauty and food, I packed my bags to once again visit the beautiful Goa, or earlier known as Gomantak.
May it be the sun kissed beaches, or the temples; Goa definitely stands apart than any other Indian state. Boarding the late night train to Goa, I was all set to release my stress. The mystic sight of the Dudhsagar falls, which are the 227th waterfall in the world, and apparently India’s largest; which also connect Goa and Karnataka, stood tall to welcome us. Such a sight is nothing but a convincing factor of the beauty of our natural treasure. The lifeline of Goa, the Mandovi River, was my companion as we entered the state. The chatter in the native language Konkani bought a smile to my face. The state is also known as the Pearl of the Orient. The Portuguese have been the rulers of the past for the territory and the famous architectural churches like the Basilica of Bom Jesus in Old Goa, which is also now tagged as the world heritage monument or the Chapel and Tomb of St. Francis Xavier which is of historical importance speak of their rule. But may it be the beaches, churches or the temples; the seafood too has its share in promoting the true essence of Goa.
I found certain peace and solace at the Shri Shantadurga and the Mangeshi temples which are on close proximity from the Ponda city. One thing that sets Goa apart from the rest of the states is that, there are more than 500 temples in this tiny state. The festivals such as Nagpanchmi, Shigmotsav, and Christmas etc have been celebrated with great pomp by the natives.
Between visiting cousins and relatives, I couldn’t help but invade the markets in Goa which were thronged with the fishermen, vendors and people like me wanting to carry home a souvenir. Vasco and Margao have been known as the main centers for commercial trades. No luck in the markets, I decided to go on to the beaches, where I was sure to find something. The Miramar beach and the Dona Paula located in Panjim, the capital city of Goa, took my breath away. The Fort Aguada which speaks about the Portuguese history and the rule was my next destination.
Rich Sea Food served in the various hotels in Goa is simply incomparable. Tasty Saraswat fish curries and the fried fish have been famous far and wide. Fish, curry and rice form the staple for the natives of the state. Relishing over the delicacies is just what completes a perfect holiday in Goa. With coconut in almost all the fish curries and chili hot, spicy, and pungent taste of the other delicacies. The Hindus, Muslims and the Christians form the essential backbone of unity in diversity of the State. Although I didn’t get to shop any gifts for my friends, what I did carry back with me were the many memories of a land truly mesmerizing.

The "M " Factor!

2007-09-28T02:34:00.000-07:00

I read this excellent post on http://www.myindiareport.in/blogdetails.php?bid=134. The writer had some important points to place. The Factors that work in for women: I would simply call it the "M" factor. "Men, Money and Marriage" ..! Weak points? Hmm.. you cant afford to make statements here.
A scary thought that maybe the "M" factor would work. Its like the wheels of the autorickshaw!

Abhi chalao ya baad main.. chalana to hai!

At last.. I see the end

2007-06-14T05:17:00.000-07:00

I waited.. The frog prince indeed got smarter with time.

No time for kisses, he jumped into another pond. Blame him, Blame him not..

the wait..

2007-05-01T12:03:00.000-07:00

Patience, a word my self' taught my self'! But dint earn me nothing.
I taught myslef to be patient.. maybe that would hep me relate to people i wanted to know better. But patience also means your giving that person time to maybe think about things you would not want him to. So what is it, that rules the world? Superstitions and misunderstandings i must say..!
Superstitions made by the mind.. and mis understandings made by the same.
questions of the heart, answered by the mind.. will he ever think of me? yes.. he sure will..

What does it feel like??

2007-04-10T06:06:00.000-07:00

What does it feel like to be alone? I can’t surely find the answer to that question. There hasn’t been a moment when I’m left alone. Hounded by a million thoughts of the path that I take, the people I cherish, is this really it? My life is outlined by assumptions, is it working for me? Questions lay unanswered. Thinking about people assuming they’ll think of me too. Why not? They may be thinking about me, but the intensity is not seen. I fail to understand myself and my thoughts. Does life work for me or do I work towards making a life out of existence. The next thing I know is talking the walls about what could be. Why not? Walls have ears they say... You never know... Twenty years from now they might start talking. Again... it’s the wait... And before you know... bang! Life’s gone!

Its all about..

2007-03-06T10:35:00.000-08:00

If only it was easy to break someone’s heart, I would be the one doing it time and again.
There’s a certain sense of satisfaction I assume, when people mercilessly break someone’s heart, not with words, not with deeds but with thoughts.
Most of the time, the person indulging himself in a heartbreak is clueless as he invades someone else’s thought to hammer the emotions. One does trust, but with the same trust has a sly thought. If one claims to trust, then why does he question?
Trust, a word few live by. Love a word, and merely a word I must say. I haven’t been a part of the either, Love nor trust.
I’ve never trusted, nor have I have loved. Yes, to those who think maybe the romantic that I am, I must clarify, that this love bug has almost eaten up my brain cells.
Thinking of what can be, I must say, that if ever someone pushed me into being a part of the Love Façade, I wouldn’t be hesitant!
If only, there would be ‘one’ frog prince I wouldn’t be a slight timid in showering him with the kisses, but aha! Here’s the catch, if he isn’t the prince, I hope he can remain the frog that he is.

the Temptress..

2007-02-13T09:27:00.000-08:00

I guess I am born again! In my last birth I was Dorian Gray, a character Oscar Wilde gave birth to. Born again as a girl who perfectly understands the life that Dorian Gray lived. People called me a coward, which meant I dint live the life I was meant to. Only I know that wasn’t true. When Henry told me how precious youth was, all I wanted to do was to preserve it, and that is what I did. I preserved my portrait which Basil my best friend painted. I dint grow old after that, but my picture did.
I killed Basil with my own hands! He was my best friend and I had the right to. But I killed Sibyl, my love, which killed me in turn. She killed herself, for I had killed the love we had. I was left alone, I thought of tearing apart the picture that captured the youth or the power of me. I killed me not realizing that the picture was actually me!
I’m born again as a girl. A second chance to life I must say, but here again, I’m trying to preserve the youth that’s fading away. Before living my youth, I’m thinking about how I will let it leave me. Is this life or just mere rebirth?
"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it , Resist it and the soul grows sick with longing." The temptation called youth, just isnt letting me live!

My Inspiration..

2007-01-06T09:28:00.000-08:00

"[Hollywood is] a place where they'll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul."

Marilyn Monroe remains my idol.

Relationships!!

2006-11-30T10:57:00.000-08:00

A relationship, for me is the most beautiful thing one can experience. The dictionary meaning of Relation is 'emotional association between people'. Each and every relation has certain feelings behind them. Relationships happen and sometimes don't work out. Human beings have the tendency to fall in love with two or more people at different times. 'Pleasure' is a one word definition for the modern world relationship.
Nowadays the value of true relations is understood by very few. The trend of 'boyfriend' and 'girlfriend' has become common. Sometimes we see that there is absolutely no connectivity between the two involved in the so called relation. Have emotions completely lost the importance in a relationship?
Relationships are those lovely pieces of life which we must cherish. When one becomes young that is the time when he experiences the first love affair with life. Youth is the time when one feels free to reach out to others. As one steps out of his adolescence he feels confident to approach people. As they say… “Friendships form, Relationships happen."
Sometimes, for people who are in the same class for a long time, the cupid seems to wing in. The girl and the boy go out. A few meetings and they decide on to 'go around'. What does this 'going around' actually mean? The young generation seems to get out of relationships even more than they get in them. Friendships and relationships are so easy nowadays. The impression that our hip-hop and hopscotch youths are cut off from their emotional parts proves difficult to ward off. The youth in the metros seem to be trying to adapt the western relationship patterns. As soon as they develop a liking for somebody they tend to rush themselves into serious relationships when they don't even understand each others sentiments fully. Communication and conversations are less and hence may be the main cause of failed relationships. Most of the young lot gets into relationships only to satisfy their physical needs. The main need of the relationship, the value of the relationship is not understood very well by the crowd.
If you really love someone never let go, don't believe that letting go means that you love best, and instead fight for your love, that's what true love is. In love, very rarely do we win but when love is true, even if you lose, you still win just for having the tingle of loving someone more than you love yourself. Loving is not how you forget but how you forgive, not how you listen but how you understand, not what you see but how you feel and not how you let go but how you hold on. Happiness lies for those who cry, those who are hurt those who have searched and those who have tried. For only they can appreciate the importance of the people who have touched their lives.
We are all a little weird and life's a little weird and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love. It is this weirdness’ i believe in... So... to all the lovers...LOVE is the message!!

The Mistress Of Spices!! -- Impressive!!

2006-11-29T10:28:00.000-08:00

Very rarely do we come across Novels that make us realize the true beauty of a woman. Ms. Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni introduces us with a lovely woman who has troubles in choosing her love or abiding by the duties that she has undertaken. A woman has many roles to play, but letting her heart rule over her mind or making her mind make decisions on her man, is what this story revolves around. Love often is misinterpreted as lust but here, the usage of the ‘mistress’ is purely to express the emotions of a woman to her art. Chitra expresses her very realistic approach regarding the woman of substance with the instance of Tilo, an Indian woman, bestowed with supernatural powers and the right knowledge of spices by and old lady. Tilo runs a Grocery store in another land and provides her customers with remedies for their woes with the help of spices. Just the way spices add taste to the food she believes the character of a person is related to each of the spices in her store. Curing the homesickness of the families staying away from home in an alien land she finds herself in a predicament when she falls in Love with a Man from the foreign land. She has to make her choice in choosing her lover or her love for the spices and her duties. The novel revolves around how Tilo manages to make her decision and satisfy the urge of romance in her life without letting the loyalties she owes to her profession and also to the faith through which she was imparted with the magical powers. In this fictitious story about an Indian in modern day Oakland, the author bridges the distance between the heart of a sensuous woman and the mind of a giver to her art. With the correct blend of sensuality, desires and horror, Chitra reveals the true Mistress of Spices!

2006-11-22T08:41:00.000-08:00

""You once said you would change the world for me.., chuck the world! You said you would bring out a difference for me! You claimed to love me! You claimed to care for me! And then there was a day.., when I woke up to find people looking at me with amusement, they clicked pictures.., was I famous?! Was I the one in a big car?! When I was born mom took me around... she loved me... dad loved me too... only he dint know how to show. My sisters loved me.., but I dint see them for long. My brother was around for some time... but don’t know... Guess he left for some work. A nice man took him to work. We had a big house... no1 ever lived in such big houses. But my friends and I did.
Then one day... mommy said I had played enough and called me home. She said someone got me chocolates. He did. Nice man.., he loved me too... he touched me tenderly. For a long time... He met me everyday. He got chocolates. Mommy told me to love him. She said he was nice. He was really nice. She said I was a big girl. And big girls were touched by men who loved them. All the men who touched me loved me. And they did. They loved me. They got me good things. They got me other men to love. I loved everybody. And then the people in uniform came and took me away. Now I’m here. Away from mommy and daddy. They tell me they are here too... but they don’t meet me. They say I am a bad girl. Am I bad for obeying mommy? You said you would help me... Nobody did. But mommy stayed with me throughout. She cried for me... you dint. Mommy was loved too... She cried too... for herself. Nobody helped her? Then why am I in the papers today?! Why do my neighbors and friends throw stones at me?! ""

I wrote this piece when I read an article in the papers. A 12 yr old makes it big in the papers as she was into “prostitution”. She was a roadside dweller. People throwing stones..., media clicking pictures. Why? How does one react to this? Read it and tell your family of how bad the city gets. Not one person has the guts to stand up. Stand up for? Would a 12 yr old have the brains to make money over selling off her womanhood? Unanswered questions... stay the same.

Diamond wedding ring – a gift for someone you love

2006-11-15T08:56:00.000-08:00

Wedding is a once in a lifetime experience. Through this scared bond two different individuals come together to be one. Everyone wants to make this event a memorable one and a pleasant experience. But, why just make the episode an unforgettable for yourself? This is something that your partner will want to cherish for life. Hence, try and cosset yourself in an intimate affair with your partner with gifting them the most beautiful and the most romantic gift ever. Gifting a diamond is the best way to express how valuable your partner is to you.

Diamonds: Love personified

To own a diamond is like conquering a dream. As you begin your new life after marriage, the best way to express your concern and affection to your partner is by presenting a diamond. A diamond wedding ring is one of the ways to add glitter in your partner’s life. Diamonds have been considered as the symbols of desire. What could be more beautiful than showing your true emotions to your partner through gifting them a beautiful wedding ring studded with a diamond. No one can deny the fact that diamonds add a magical sparkle to your eyes. There couldn’t be a better way to say how much you are in love with your partner than presenting your better half a ring studded with a sparkling diamond. There’s a reason why diamonds are considered the most valuable possession. This is because, diamonds are the most unique pieces and no two diamonds are similar. Diamond, is a Greek word and it means Unconquerable or unbeatable. A diamond evokes love and emotions and is a representation of an eternal bond. Usually the diamond ring is worn on the fourth finger of the left hand. This originated in Egypt where it was said that the vena amoris which is the vein of love was directly connected from the finger to the heart.

Making your own style:

Almost 83% of the brides receive a diamond wedding for their marriage. Getting a diamond is an investment for a lifetime. To set yourself different from the crowd, you can design your own ring. You can design your own single studded, two or three stone diamond ring on platinum or gold to create a style apart. Wedding is a rare occasion. And styled diamond rings put in a glitz of magic in this beautiful occasion. Designing your own diamond the way that is the most attractive and suitable for your beloved counts! There are a number of rings available in the market, but not always do we find a satisfactory design. So, designing your own ring helps of compiling your creativity with your emotions. Buying a lose diamond and buying a set one makes a huge difference but, also the retailer from you buy it makes a variation. Consulting a gemologist is one of the good ways to get you a good quality deal. Buying an Antique diamond wedding ring is definitely an excellent deal but not everyone can actually resist the charm in a three stone diamond ring. It is said that the three stones on the ring symbolize the three stages in a couple’s life. That is the present, past and future. The three studded diamond ring can be an ideal wedding gift as it signifies the relationship of a couple. Wedding diamond rings are available in two different styles. The first is the Band ring which surrounds the finger and the second is the Setting which holds the diamond. A single stud is also known as a solitaire.

An affair for life:

A wedding ring is your identity or a symbol of marriage. To make it something special, gifting a diamond wedding ring is to start an all together new love affair with life. These rings are available in different shapes and sizes. The purity of your diamond can be checked with the dimensions formed in the sunlight. We cannot challenge the quote when they say that diamonds are forever because they indeed are the most desirable stones. It does not count whether it is a Mens or a Ladies diamond ring. What counts is the shape, size and the clarity of the stone. There are a lot of sources through which you can buy yourself a diamond. But striking a good deal needs a little knowledge about the diamonds. When you have adequate knowledge about the stone it is easier to choose yourself a good and reasonable diamond ring. Sometimes it gets difficult to differentiate between the real and the fake because of the appearance. By keeping you updated with the market value as well the qualities of a real diamond we can save ourselves from falling prey to some viscous retailers. Sometimes it may seem risky, but buying yourself a diamond over the internet can also help you in getting the best and also, internet provides you with a wide variety to choose from.

Making your choice:

Choosing the best can be monotonous for any individual. Especially, when you can’t settle at a plain one. The wedding ring is one of your early gifts before marriage. So, choose the best. Nowadays, diamonds are available in different colors too. But even though they have the value of the actual plain diamond, sometimes they may appear to look fake. To save yourself from any kind of negative elements, always remember that you should demand for a purity certificate when you buy a diamond. The best metal that goes with a diamond is Platinum as it is durable, hard and has a luster. Detecting the clarity is one of the most important things that you have to do before getting a ring. They may say that a diamonds are a girl’s best friend’s but even for a guy to sport a solitaire ring is very much prestigious. For centuries together these solitaires have captured the hearts of millions, even waged colonial wars to get back these precious stones to their land. What can be a more valuable and precious gift than gifting a diamond? Gift a diamond and capture the wonderful moment called life.

Changing music, changing times…!

2006-10-06T09:46:00.000-07:00

With the changing trends of the society, our lives have been altered too. Hitting the malls and spending some Moolah’ is the idea of an ideal Sunday. Bedtime stories have a replacement with Radio Mirchi extending the time limit upto 2 in the morning. Movies no longer need a story line because maybe the mindsets of the common man are altering. After all, there is no hard and fast rule that a movie must have a gist always. Sometimes we find ourselves watching a completely hopeless movie without getting bored. Reason?! Well, the reason may be anything. Himesh Reshmiya adding to the music quotient of the movies, the chances of the movie going flop but famous, is more. Music definitely has diverted its path from ‘sounding good’ to just ‘Sound’! Being a Himesh Reshmiya fan myself I would not want to criticize him because he has proved his critics wrong. With accepting a voice like Himesh in the music industry we have literally accepted the changing like’s of the new generation. Lata Mangeshkar still remains the legend of the film fraternity but with Asha Bhonsale trying her hand at newer versions of compositions, it seems even the singers have learnt the bitter rule of the music industry.
The Rule being: He, who accepts, can still survive.
Then may it be, music directors tuning their chords according to the Hollywood harmony or then trying to create an image of them by mixing their songs in a unique style. Sometimes, remixes make me ponder. Do we actually need a change? What needs to be revitalized is the mindset that remixed music lasts. The last time my father played an old Hindi track all he told me was about some of his sweet memories from the college days. Now when I play the remixed version of the same old track, all he mutters is how the times have changed. Have the times really changed I asked myself a lot many times? The worried look on my fathers face as I walk back home at 8.30 pm tells it all. Times have changed. Just like the music, our lives have been remixed in a fashion that we have long forgotten what we are. Before we lose the synchronization of our life, we need to rejuvenate our senses to find the lost composer in our self. At a point where there is utter chaos around us, being in touch with the inner self can help us stay calm and alert to head any of the situations that emerge. Thus I conclude, music and life go hand in hand.

ketki.. my angel!!

2006-09-08T09:47:00.001-07:00

Friends with whom we have shared our sorrows and our joys become a part of our life story.
If a long time friend expires, it's as if part of your story has vanished. Ketaki was a part of my life story, my best buddy. Someone who actually was the true
definition of closeness for me. I met her in the first year of junior college. What started
off as a fight turned out to be the most prized relationship for me. I was a solitary person
till I met her. I had many friends but never could share my innermost feelings with anybody.
She was there for me during every crisis - major and minor. I would call her my crisis
manager. She understood instinctively how I felt and how to help. I knew I could call her
anytime and say "I need you, can you come?" and she would not bat an eyelid. I never felt
the slightest awkward to ask her for help. Knowing that I had her rock steady support made me feel secure. She changed college with a
promise to meet me every week. A promise she kept. She came home every Saturday evening. I
didn't need to entertain her, nor did she entertain me. It was like spending the evening on
my own- but better. She had a unique overview of my life and therefore was in a position to
give me advice. She never judged me like others did and was always honest. Two years of
understanding and ultimate loyalty. I never took it personally when we didn't talk for a
while. Because when we did get in touch nothing had changed.I realize her worth today. Even though I was a loner before I met her, I never felt so
lonely like I feel today. Life has changed ever since she's gone. But I know, even though
she's living in a different world than mine, I still can call out to her in my troubled
days. She is someone I cant ever let go. She is my support, my superstar and my best friend
always!! An angel who touched my heart truly! FRIEND-someone one likes and chooses to spend
time with u,a sympathizer,helper and supporter. But ketaki was much more than just all that.
Who was ketaki? To me she was everybody..seriously everybody!

juz back from goa!

2006-09-06T03:49:00.000-07:00

It's a shame Goa comes burdened with a reputation for louche living, because there's so much more to it than sun, sand and psychedelia. The allure of Goa is that it remains quite distinct from the rest of India and is small enough to be grasped and explored in a way that other Indian states are not. we never try to reveal the true identity of the ever soo beautiful goa! trips to goa make me fall in love with the true beauty and the character of my native place..., not only is goa wonderful.., but the people are super human! maybe its the goan whos talkin here.. but i miss goa!! its wonderful to be called a goan.., if people actually want to see the beauty of goa i think they should visit the temples. Full of Peace and Serenity.., they define the Art of Living.