“Your last post dates November 12, 2005. How about changing that to January 21, 2006?”: comment on my blogspot.
“You mean, you have not even used the diary I gifted you for writing? It is meant for 2006 & not 2007!”: my friend.
"You have THE place to write. Your home is so cozy, the place around so scenic & quiet. It makes me write a poem or an article every time I come here”: my friend, as she hands over her freshly written beautiful poem.
“You lost the pen I gifted you for writing in the floods & you remember it NOW? You have not thought of writing for the past 6 months?” : my guy.
OK. OK. OK. I get the point.
I have seriously not jotted down anything for a long time. There certainly have been a couple of times when I wanted to come out of my blues by writing about issues.
Seriously, writing has been like a daily goal for me to achieve since the past couple of months.
Lazy. Lazy. Lazy.
Not entirely my mistake, though. The moment I plan to hit the keyboard at home, my eyes catch the “khel” folder on my home PC & minutes later I am racing like crazy.
A notepad & a pan...& its OC on Zee Café that I have to catch up with. Not my fault.
Even star movies plays some good stuff.
Ooof, the temptations.
Its like, I am home alone, all set in a mood to write & then I suddenly think of things to talk with my boyfriend. I pick up the phone & go yapping for the next one hour or so. By then, the notepad & the pen are in other corner of the room.
I recently call up my boyfriend to say “You know what, I earlier wrote to clear out my thoughts & think better out of my problems. Now, I talk them out to you. So essentially, my writing has been reduced & my talking has increased. Thanks & no thanks!!!”
I am home today due to bad health, trying to catch up on some sleep. I then notice the pen & pad. Good going, Charu ...
Monday, January 30, 2006
Weekend
The reason that I am sitting in front of this dumb dabba is because I went into a cleaning spree since morning, the computer was all neat and tidy, all the “important” papers lying around were duly sorted…. and it just looked too inviting.
Okay, still a few days for the rains to come.
Till then I’m sure I’ll be all set with my pen and writing pad.
Till then, I muse around with the description of my amazing days…everyday.
Like today, when I woke a bit late, welcomed a close friend to my home, went out with her in the garden to clean up the dried grass & cut down the extra growth. We worked in the garden like crazy till it was stomach-rumbling time. Then had a relaxing bath, followed by amazing food cooked by ma, worked up on the comp for some office work while watching Richard Gere’s “First Knight” (I LOOOOVE HIM), made tea for everybody by evening, watered the plants in the garden, saw my friend off till the bus stop, got some parlor work done on myself, played with the kids on my way back home, was welcomed by more guests at my place, had some great time with them, had a calm evening walk with mom in the campus, came home a bit tired, am typing nonsense stuff on the machine, plan to have a light dinner and sleep off.
There is hardly anything exciting about this routine…but special are those moments when I water those plants, when I chase around those mischievous kids, when I sleep with my head in my mom’s lap, when my friend brings a real large Cadbury for me, when I watch those beautiful cloud patterns along with my friend, when the evening walk is so calming…worth the week’s hectic schedule!!!
It is just my way of looking at things, I guess.
Who cares!!!
Okay, still a few days for the rains to come.
Till then I’m sure I’ll be all set with my pen and writing pad.
Till then, I muse around with the description of my amazing days…everyday.
Like today, when I woke a bit late, welcomed a close friend to my home, went out with her in the garden to clean up the dried grass & cut down the extra growth. We worked in the garden like crazy till it was stomach-rumbling time. Then had a relaxing bath, followed by amazing food cooked by ma, worked up on the comp for some office work while watching Richard Gere’s “First Knight” (I LOOOOVE HIM), made tea for everybody by evening, watered the plants in the garden, saw my friend off till the bus stop, got some parlor work done on myself, played with the kids on my way back home, was welcomed by more guests at my place, had some great time with them, had a calm evening walk with mom in the campus, came home a bit tired, am typing nonsense stuff on the machine, plan to have a light dinner and sleep off.
There is hardly anything exciting about this routine…but special are those moments when I water those plants, when I chase around those mischievous kids, when I sleep with my head in my mom’s lap, when my friend brings a real large Cadbury for me, when I watch those beautiful cloud patterns along with my friend, when the evening walk is so calming…worth the week’s hectic schedule!!!
It is just my way of looking at things, I guess.
Who cares!!!
Beauty Redefined
Saw Shallow Hal the other night. Lost sleep for a long time after that -- an amazing concept for sure. Inadvertently started wondering about myself, as how would I look if one were to see just the inner beauty in me. Also, what about the people around me? Are they as good from within as they claim? Some food for thought that.
There had been plenty of instances when I felt like shouting over the rooftops to tell the world that my not-so-good-looking friends were real treasures, gems at heart.
A close friend of mine is such a darling at heart. She's a true studious, sincere, simple and sincere person. She's well educated and got a good job as a professor at a college. We make it a point to meet up once in month and spend the evening together. I run to our meeting place from my meetings, dressed up smartly in my formals, face made-up n all. She on the other hand hardly gives a thought to looking good. Not as speckle of make-up, dressed plain yet smart... We look an odd pair when we move together. But it is then that I realize that below all these upward appearances, we both understand each other well as friends and connect as nobody else can. She has been around as a friend for long, in times when I needed her most, holding my hand, listening to me crib and complain, soothing my problems out (she believes I don't have any!!!). It is these qualities in her that make her a special friend, not her appearances.
There were a few girls in my college class who were breathtakingly beautiful. I always wondered as how they could look so stunning every single moment of their life. One day, I actually spoke it out to one of the beauties. "Isn't it boring to be good-looking all the time? I mean, people take it for granted that you look good always. Compliments must be a boring thing!" As she looked at me with those raised eyebrows look, I explained, "Look, it is one of those special times when we dress up real good, festivals, b'days, etc. Family and friends come over to tell you that you look awesome. These times and the compliments and the words are treasured. With your kind of looks, it must not amount to a big deal!!!” I was expecting her to get all flared up. Instead she sighed and said, "It does occur to sometimes but then can't really help it. Can I? I make friends easily; they come across well due to my looks, not by what I am as a person..."
That was some insight!!!
There had been plenty of instances when I felt like shouting over the rooftops to tell the world that my not-so-good-looking friends were real treasures, gems at heart.
A close friend of mine is such a darling at heart. She's a true studious, sincere, simple and sincere person. She's well educated and got a good job as a professor at a college. We make it a point to meet up once in month and spend the evening together. I run to our meeting place from my meetings, dressed up smartly in my formals, face made-up n all. She on the other hand hardly gives a thought to looking good. Not as speckle of make-up, dressed plain yet smart... We look an odd pair when we move together. But it is then that I realize that below all these upward appearances, we both understand each other well as friends and connect as nobody else can. She has been around as a friend for long, in times when I needed her most, holding my hand, listening to me crib and complain, soothing my problems out (she believes I don't have any!!!). It is these qualities in her that make her a special friend, not her appearances.
There were a few girls in my college class who were breathtakingly beautiful. I always wondered as how they could look so stunning every single moment of their life. One day, I actually spoke it out to one of the beauties. "Isn't it boring to be good-looking all the time? I mean, people take it for granted that you look good always. Compliments must be a boring thing!" As she looked at me with those raised eyebrows look, I explained, "Look, it is one of those special times when we dress up real good, festivals, b'days, etc. Family and friends come over to tell you that you look awesome. These times and the compliments and the words are treasured. With your kind of looks, it must not amount to a big deal!!!” I was expecting her to get all flared up. Instead she sighed and said, "It does occur to sometimes but then can't really help it. Can I? I make friends easily; they come across well due to my looks, not by what I am as a person..."
That was some insight!!!
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