Anger

I gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which I must stop and look fear in the face.... I say to myself, I've lived through this and can take the next thing that comes along ~ Eleanor Roosevelt

Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The trouble-makers. The round heads in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status-quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify, or vilify them. But the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do ~ Think Different

Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens ~ Carl Jung

People are unreasonable, illogical and self-centered. Love them anyway. If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Do good anyway. If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies. Succeed anyway. The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway. Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable. Be honest and frank anyway. The biggest person with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest person with the smallest mind. Think big anyway. What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight. Build anyway. People really need help but may attack if you help them. Help people anyway. Give the world the best you have and you might get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you've got anyway ~ Bishop Abel Muzorewa

There's a lot of anger in me today. Will things truly be ok? We don't know if they will remain the same, change for the best or change for the worst... and that is what life brings us... questionable moments of this sinking time... time that washes away or lifts us up to the surface...

How much more of this can one take? Others do have it worse that I do, but I am sinking and I am questioning and I am wondering about everything and anything. Am I even making sense? He says that everything will be ok. I remain stern on my opinion... that he doesnt know that for sure, but neither do I.

(There are occasions in life which drive me absolutely mad. And when I feel am lost, I resort to reading these four quotes again and again. It just helps me calm down.)

100th post

The leaf has turned yellow

Its brown stalk weak

Slowly drooping at the dusk

With its future bleak.

The growing darkness

The rising storms

Thunder and lightning

Bring it down.

Yellow to brown it turns

From dust it rose

Unto dust it returns

Yet till eternity, life returns.
......

I've been counting and recounting the number of posts I've written because I just can't believe this is my 100th! This has got to be the epitome of "time flies when you're having fun". When I first started my blog, my intention was simply to keep a running record of all of the ludicrous, bizarre, unbelievable things that could only happen to me.

While there has been a bit of that, my blog has evolved into the place where all of the wacky, eclectic components of my personality (and my life) converge to paint a picture of my world. The coloring is definitely outside of the lines...and sometimes goes right off the paper! This journey has been amazing, though. I can look back and see where I've wandered off the beaten path and, all along the way, there was one (or more) of you to walk alongside of me or gently pull me back onto the trail.

Odd though it may seem, to 'outsiders', the friendships I have formed with my blog-buddies are as significant as any I have formed in my 'real' life. What astounds me, on a daily basis, is how intertwined our lives become and how familiar we are with the details of each others daily routines.

I'm so grateful, to each and every one of you, who has reached out to me and allowed me to be a small part of your world!

My lil garden

The balmy weather and my blooming flower plants helped me overcome my laziness and get out on the roof yesterday for the first time this year. And what a nice visit it was! I spent about an hour looking around, cleaning up the dead leaves from the rose plants and planting some jasmine shoots.

These flowers and their fragrance seem downright magical to me.

Haunted night

Silent moon keeps a watch,

A lonely dog cries.
While dark shadows pass.

OK people, this is my first attempt on Haiku. Do let me know if U all like it or not. Any suggestions on improving or further polishing the style?

Reality

Reality drips. A needle jabbed into my arm feeds me droplets of life. Sitting on a divider between two roads, I see a stream of humanity flow by. Loneliness is very unforgiving. She refuses to let me go with the flow. The black grey of the endless roads on either side of me goes on meandering into unceasing madness. Rubber tyres swirl dirt with the black smoke of exhausts into sculptures of waiting time. Whirlpools of confusion anchor me to my conscience. Razor sharp questions cut into my skin. Reality drips.

Reality burns. Matchsticks of imagination that scrape the naked flint of my dreams, ignite my skin. Sitting on the banks of pristine blue waters, I see a humanity trickle by. Loneliness is very demanding. She refuses to let the trickle delight my senses. The lush green all around me melts into anaesthetic layers of order. Roller skates sliding on slipstreams of morning fog swirl dollops of frozen time. Pin pricks of confusion sew me into my conscience. Questions burst from a short-fused life singe my skin. Reality burns.

Love Lost

When the jasmine flowers had blossomed in the moonlit night and the earth had smelt of rain. When the sounds of crickets resonated in the lush breeze and the blades of grass conspired under the starry sky. Then he had seen her for the first time, bathing in the Jamuna. The currents of running water caressed the folds of her wet sari and his heart filled with jealousy for every drop. The glistening curls of her black tresses bewitched him with their black magic. He had stood there, hidden behind the old Neem, enchanted by this mirage of pure beauty.

...

Twilight had painted the sky a vehement orange. He waited by the banks of the river to catch a glimpse of her. She used to come out into the balcony everyday. Her ivory silk scarf fell on the red sandstone and made it shiver with life. He watched in awe as the setting sun made her face glow like an angel. The cliff dropped, straight and majestic, a sheer fifty feet below the balcony, as if the earth itself had been hewed into the shape of a strong wall for the fort. It was a fitting place for a princess. Just below, the river bank was of solid rock, where he washed clothes.

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That evening she had run out, breathless. Her hair was not done and was blowing like the mane of a wild stallion in the wind. She seemed to rise above the balcony railing and float in the air. The sun had suddenly turned crimson, filling the skies with the blood splattered on the earth. The last thing he remembered hearing was a scream drowning the river waters in its misery.

Holi Hai...

A very Happy Holi to everyone.

Nostalgia is weighing heavy in the air today!!

How we would try to get up early and start filling up water balloons, prepare packs of
different colors which we can carry along the complex where we stayed. We would go to each house, cover them with all sorts of colors and drag them out to join us for the next target - the next neighbour. And meanwhile grabbing mouthwatering sweets - pede n gulab jamun... at every other house. We being kids would be running here and there..making lots noise, trying to save ourselves from balloons seen flying in different directions.

Anyone found hiding behind the corner of a wall...a bucket of coloured water would hit his head immediately....hahah...yes a bucket full of colored or plain water from someone's balcony :)

And at the end, we were black, blue with streaks of gold and silver and dripping wet! It would be nearly impossible to recognise one another! By afternoon when everyone would be too tired or rather would have not an inch uncovered with color, we would go home and take a shower. Mom would have kept buckets full of warm water ready for us to start the long scrubbing and cleaning process. In spite of all the thorough cleaning, there would still be traces of some pink color left in ears and finger nails - which would take few days to go away.

Then some lovely lunch and more sweets. And after that a loooong peaceful afternoon sleep.

Love those days. Have a blast u all.