If We Were Strolling Together (5)

Wow…there’s so much to tell you guys. It feels like forever since we took the last stroll together. or maybe it’s just that I have been busy doing so much that it feel so!

Either ways, welcome to my blog today. I hope you are all had a great week and are looking forward to/already started having a nice weekend. This time zone thing is confusing! While some people are just finishing a hard day at work, others are enjoying a warm cup of coffee on a rainy Saturday morning! Strange, isn’t it?

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Bus rides in India can be taxing. Distances are too much…the dust and the heat further dim down your spirit. By the time you reach somewhere, you are dead in your head. But BRTS in Ahmedabad is super cool. Comfortable, air conditioned buses operating across the length and breadth of the city at extremely affordable prices. In a bus…what do I see around myself?

Tiny Tale (1)

“The story of a life can be as long or as short as the teller wishes.” – Michel Houellebecq

Introducing a new section on my blog – Tiny Tales (inspired by TerriblyTinyTales which brings together writers that write extremely short stories – the size of tweets). 

Black Cat Blue Sea

Hi all…I have been nominated for the Black Cat Blue Sea Award!

Ah, come on…I can see your curious eyes staring directly into mine…asking me to explain what this means! Don’t you already know it?!

No? Really? I thought you would!!!

Damn it! I don’t know it either. (But I’ll accept it anyways, awards don’t hurt – Grin!)

Shreyans (click name to read his blog) here could tell us more about it.

Sounds of Home

I have to admit this thought isn’t out of my mind-garden. I once read a post titled the same on a fellow blogger’s site and I thought it was an incredibly warm idea. So I, with her permission, borrow the title today to talk about the sounds of my home. What makes this place my own? If I close my eyes and spend an entire day here, what do I hear around me? Let me take you through the course of my day, blindfolded!

And it’s not Nice anymore!

One moment he was celebrating finally being able to buy his dream car.

Next moment he heard screams.

Next moment he was run over by a truck!

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One moment she screamed with joy upon witnessing the fireworks.

Next moment she screamed with pain as she was run over by the truck.

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These are just two moments I made up in my head. And yet, it pains me. What of those 84 people who lost their lives for no fault of theirs? 

It pains me, hurts my soul, pierces my heart to hear of these incidents one after the other. We hear about one cruel incident, have barely recovered from it and another strikes humanity with a bigger, mightier blow!

I usually refrain from writing about these incidents because I can barely write coherently with these depressing thoughts storming my mind. So pardon me if this post is incoherent, poorly written or sounds childish!

I am 23. While I want to dream of a beautiful future, build a life that I will love living and work towards that goal I have, I’m torn by these inhumane incidents and forced to fear the future. What is the world going to be like a few years from today? Is it worth dreaming at all?

If I were to accurately describe my situation, this is what it is…

A crisp paper…with dreams written on them, colours of the past and future splashed on it, doodles of the present smiles here and there! And then an incident tears it in half. It’s taped together. A sellotape does well for now. And then just while a couple of doodles are sketched in a corner, something else crops up and tears it again. And then another. And another. A sellotape isn’t good enough anymore! It’s crumpled, torn too many times, disarrayed! 

And this is the heart of a mere spectator who is miles away from where it all happened! I can only begin to imagine what the victims and the families must be going through…

Whatever you are doing, spend a moment extending your support and prayers to those who have suffered. This year has brought several unpleasant memories with it…hope and wish that it doesn’t repeat itself ever! Spend a moment being grateful for what you have. Say thanks to everyone who has brought a smile to your face. Embrace everyone with the same warmth!

Have a quiet and grateful Sunday if you can…

Zero to Hero

Zero to Hero stories are usually 2 hour movies, aren’t they? I witnessed a story in reality, right in front of my eyes. And believe you me, it can happen anywhere! If you keep your eyes open, you are sure to witness miracles around you…put down your mobile phone, look up, breathe! For now, enjoy an anecdote out of the pages of my life!

HOurglass 2.0

Each time I think of writing an Hourglass, I feel that it’s unfair to proceed without giving credit to this beautiful person who created the metric. While a lot of us struggle to follow metric, this man created one! Thank you Bushka (click here to read his poetry; (this is currently my favourite poem of his but you should choose yours…read the mini-monos too, I think they are lovely!)

Something’s Cooking

A few days back, Jaqueline had thrown an online party on her blog. And she caught my attention when she said something on the lines of

“We are cooking a huge pot of food today…let us know where you are joining the party from and what you are adding to the cooking pot…”

Man’s conversation with God

Oh my God!  – oft repeated phrase of mine…and of many of you as well. But do you believe in this God?