Eternity?

Loneliness crept in, as the sun set lightly across velvety skies, leaving a shade of hazy amidst those crisp clouds. Vast mountains fortified the greatness of that empty table land, below which roofs of huts looked like clusters of bright M&M's. The deep flavour of Fir trees tingled her nose, as exhilaration lifted her soul to the heart of nature. She felt her eyes get moist. Just like those lightening flashbacks, memories of the past whisked her mind. She needed him around, just as a weeping child would need the warm comfort of his mother's arms.
There within the arms of his embrace, she felt everything safe. His soft caress would send in fuzzy feelings of happiness throughout her tiny being. There she was, in her own safe cavern. A place where she belonged. Where they belonged. He wasn't far away, he wasn't gone. He was no one's but hers. Love was theirs to cherish. The hollowness was just an augmented figment of her myriad thoughts that accounted for a large chunk of the recent detachment she felt. But then again, love has it's mysterious ways. It keeps people together and binds them with strong threads..for eternity, maybe! 

Go On, Smile :)

It takes a while for one to realize that they themselves hold the key to their own happiness. We often believe that making others happy, being there for them as their pillar of support during dark times is our own way of finding that bit of eternal happiness. 

This myth is so strongly engraved into our value systems, that in the true test of times, we fail.
We fail miserably. 

No one, but us, hold the key to the secret chamber of our happiness. We need to know what is it that makes us feel good about ourselves, as human beings. 
If one cannot truly love himself, he's never going to be happy.

You need to enjoy your own company. You need to feel full of radiance..and eventually, better things fall into place. 
Its the law of the land.
Man was born a little selfish. Society made him care, but not at the cost of him losing his own identity!

We are like spices. We add a little flavor to the food, even though we get a little lost..we stand out. Why?
Because each of us are different. 
Each of us are masterpieces of a well-crafted entity. 
Each of us, are US. 

So go out there, add a little bit of yourself and make the world a culinary genius. :)

Mothers!

It was a sad, sad time, that I believed, ruined my childhood. I regretted everything it did. Each and every consequence. But that was when I was an immature 10 year old.
Now, I think it's the best thing that ever happened to me, and my family. It's made the person I am today. It's made me stronger, and way more smarter.

It was my father's divorce.

No. This isn't a "I-need-the-world's-sympathy" post. I don't.
I'm happy it happened. It brought fourth so many life changing values, and also brought fourth my new mother. She is the best thing that's EVER happened to me. I mean it.

Initially, I hated her, for some vague reason. Maybe because it was hard to digest a divorce, and the concept of a new mother, or maybe because we grew up with stories like Hansel and Grettle, wherein the "step-mother" was "evil". Bullshit.

I'd never call my mother "step-mom". She doesn't deserve that kind of a discrimination. She has nurtured me, and looked after me throughout my life, just like any other mother.
She's always been my pillar of strength.
She's made me responsible, and mature.
She taught me to be confident, and proud of myself.
She taught me to face the world bravely.
She taught me to be myself, chase my dreams and never let any obstacle come in my way.

Being a really opinionated person, I'm sure she had millions of issues in trying me help me become better. I was arrogant, and rude. But she put up a brave front, and never gave up. Despite all the world criticizing her, she did what she felt was right.
You're a commendable person, mom. I really appreciate everything you've done for me. :)

All the times we've had our super long mother-daughter talks. The way you've handled my 'tsunamis'. The times we've gone shopping like two teenagers. The times we've made fun of the epic people we meet. All our inside jokes. The serious talks. The motivation. The yelling. The endless horror movies. Everything.
Thank you so much!

:)

You've always treated me the way I felt I should be treated. You've always believed in me, when I ceased to believe in myself. You're more like a sister, a best friend. You've heard me rant about my teenage insecurities, boyfriend issues, and god knows what not. You've patiently helped me understand everything, from the 'birds and the bees' to knowing how to treat difficult people.

You're the strongest person I've ever known. The way you've braved people, and stood your ground, is simply wow. Each time someone criticized you, you never took it to heart. You are doing the best you can. and no one is going to deny that!
I just wish to be exactly like you, when I grow up :)
I really do.

I promise to rise higher than your expectations. Always be a good daughter. And never ever let you down.
I love you!

And to everyone who thinks stereotypically about "step mothers" being "bad", you need a super big reality check. I have an amazing mom, and she loves me no less than what your mom does!

Not everyone gets second chances, I'm glad I got one. :)

How True :P

The Uncivilized Indian

They've dominated the streets. The homes. The railways. The malls. And now, the world!
Oh yes, this goes out to that Indian, who is little too loud.
A little too obsessed with plagiarism.
A little too ill-mannered.
A little too uncivilized.

I was at the mall, with my father, the other day, eating in the food court. On the table next to ours, there was this large party of kids accompanied by a grandmother, a lanky elder kid they called 'bade bhaiyya' and two gossip-y aunties.
They all decided to eat more than what any average person can (a typical Indian trait. We think the food is going to run out of stock, just like some dress at Colaba Causeway). Eating a lot is still fine, but they managed to spill 4glasses of Coke float too. Despite this, they all just got up and walked away, after being extremely rude to the person who cleaned up the mess THEY made. They didn't even wait to give him a tip!
One child in particular, mis-treated one of the workers too. He was harsh and loud, and really ill-mannered. While his mother (read: gossip-y aunty) didn't say a word! In fact she just smiled at him, and walked away!
Didn't she realize that it reflected on her as well?
Wasn't she the elder one?
Don't children take after their folks?

This was one of the most disgusting things I've seen. Children on the streets can behave better.
It may all seem small and inconsequential, but look at the bigger picture.
Just because you're a rich kid, and you go to a mall, wear branded clothes, and look all snobbish and stuck up, as though you have something up your ass.. That doesn't mean you're given a golden ticket to mis-treat someone who's doing your dirty work.
Shame on such people.

And then we complain about being looked down upon when we go abroad, and hear someone mutter "bloody Indians", under their breath.
We dress loud. We talk loud. We cannot behave.
What else can we expect?

I'm not generalizing this to ALL Indians. It's just those few people, you see daily, who's appearance isn't deceptive.
Maybe we need to start from home.
Treat people right, here in India, itself.
Watch our behavior when we step out of the four walls of our home.
Learn basic etiqette.

Then maybe someday, we won't have to be shushed for TALKING SO LOUDLY, AS THOUGH THE PERSON NEXT TO YOU IS STONE DEAF OR A 1000 MILES AWAY, OR WORSE, BOTH!

(I don't mean to offend anyone out here. Just a very strong opinion,that should be given a second thought! :) )