Extra colorful Rajisthan and Camels!

The excitement of being in a Desert and seeing the animal that was mostly known as “Ship of the Desert” – both for the first time was enthralling!

It started off as an office trip. (I have a cool office which often takes photo enthusiasts on expeditions.) This was the first trip as a company and there was so much work to do and my feet were barely on the ground. (Note: Anyone who knows me would easily see how excited I get with small things.) However, by the time the dates on our train tickets collided with that on the Calendar, I was worn out and so not looking forward to seeing a camel to say hello.

Excitement

Fast forwarding everything to me stepping out of the bus into the desert-- The excitement was back with a big bang! There was sand everywhere! It wasn’t as flat as I thought it would be but it was desert! And since we planned on a trip to the Pushkar Fair, there were colorful camels everywhere. The phrase, “Rajisthan- the land of colors” did justice to everything there. Men clad in big turbans and women dressed in sarees that had possibly all the bright colors on it- Rajisthan was a rainbow state!

The fair invited people from all over the world and was swarmed with charmers and performers. If I got to judge the Charmers and give a title to the “Best Charmer”, it would go out to a team comprising of a small girl, her master and a snake! The snake was just an object and the master had his hands around a microphone. The girl was on the sand, moving swiftly in the famous Naagin pose that has been depicted well in Bollywood movies. The story behind her acting like a retarded snake was this: The snake's soul/ Spirit had taken over the girl's body. This was absurd! Trust me. It was a funny sight- a very funny sight!

Moving on to the colorful camels- Some camels were so fashionable, that they still managed to follow the animal print trend on their skin. The light brown camels were fabricated to the extent that they looked like a version of Lady Gaga wearing leopard printed clothes and colorful hat/ accessories. Not to forget all the ladies had their noes pierced with the fanciest nose rings I could have imagined. Not humans, Camels!

Later in the evening, we visited one of Brahma(The creator of the world- according to Hindu mythology)'s wives' temple on top of a hill. And everything from there was beautiful, breath taking, alluring, mesmerizing, magnificent- well all the synonyms for beautiful. The whole city was lit up- from the Giant Wheels at the fair to the beautiful temple with its reflection on the pond nearby and all the houses decorated with lights for the great Camel Festival, it was all so magical.

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Dreams

I landed in a new place- full of hopes and dreams of conquering the world. Expecting to get hold of that big dream I had been chasing since a small girl. Dreams- they are weird things. They almost look like you have it all and in a mere second you are back to reality- the whitewashed work station- staring into the computer screen hearing yourself type down words.

I still dream of making it really big someday. My personality gives people a different perception about my skills. Being loud and full of pent up energy does  not possibly mean that I would be bad at what I do. Sporting a big heart necklace with a turtle neck tee-shirt today, I decided to update my blog because a dear friend linked my own website- which seems so empty now.

Life these days follow the same pattern- Alarm, shower, oats, train, university, work, phone calls, train, home, dinner. Add on to plenty of Facebook in between. I cannot imagine a day without that social networking site.

Getting back to dreams, I recently got a comment about my writing skills. I do not write to impress anybody. I write for myself- because I am not a very good talker when the topic is my life. I have not yet decided what I want to do with my life- yet. Maybe I am young- still to decide anything. Soon, hopefully. But whatever I plan to do- I shall do it with all of my heart and energy and I will enjoy what I do.

Thats it. Chow!

World

Expectations kill you- this was my Facebook status a few months back.

I made a statement. I thought I understood the fact mentioned on MY status. But it seemed that it was just a thought that was fleeting momentarily like plenty of other thoughts that crowd my mind.  Right now, I sat down with my legs crossed, thinking I would be able to achieve what I tend to write. It is all so confusing.

Life itself is confusing. I wish I was happier, I wish I was living in the mountains with free Wifi and Instagram and a mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows to burn later when the moon was us in the sky on bonfire. A nice dog- probably a Tibetan Mastiff and a hammock for warm days along with my favorite book underneath an apple tree. I am full of complaints. People who follow me on social networking sites think that I live an awesome life, with all the travelling, the new pixie haircut, and the photos that I share- but in reality I am like an empty shell inside. I love how the girl living in Thailand soaks up the sun under a big umbrella in the beach every day. I envy the guy who knows how to cook and posts pictures of delicious food every day. I wish I had a healthy body- not slim and skinny. I wished for so long time ago but with time I had to get used to the love handles that bulge every time I wear the XS underwear that I own. And I still can’t get myself to go to the Small or Medium sections of a clothing store. I landed myself in a new workplace. Full of warm and happy faces. Its amazing, keeps me busy and on my toes. I wish my lover boy living in the other side of the world would come, give me a hug and plant a kiss on my cheeks and tell me that we were together for once- for real. It is not a happy feeling- to be plugged into the walls.

This is just me rambling about everything that comes into my mind.

Tale about my shoe

Like you, I have stories to tell. From stories about how I managed to survive after swallowing a coin or  stories from the time I was obsessed with Britney Spear's "Hit me baby one more time"- I have plenty to tell. Today I choose to write about my shoes. 

I don't fancy wearing pretty shoes. As long as they take me from point A to B, which might leave them ragged and tattered but they love to be worn. I have around 12 pair of shoes, neatly stacked in the old rack I bought from a used furniture store last month. The variety might shock you- from boots to 6 inches heels and the comfortable converse; not to forget the floaters, plumps, deck shoes and my favorite slippers - plus much much muucch more. I might not sport all of them often enough but each one has a story to tell. A special story. We spend most of our lives walking. Even when you are typing a  "I love you too babbyyy" text to your lover or when you are eating the delicious burger from around the corner, the shoes have all the stories with them. As I type this, there are stories popping up in my head like mushrooms- giving me a pleasant smile . 

The shoe that gave me a blister, the one that was an inch loose or the one that made my ugly feet look pretty for once- they all have stories to tell. 

From the day my wallet got stolen in Chandni Chowk. One of Delhi's most crowded markets.

Cross legged.

You cant sit with your legs crossed.

You refrain from sitting on the floor.

You you you. 

There is no "WE" in food!

Maybe after I'm done with my share, you can have mine. If, my tummy feels full that is. Muhahaha. 

You are a lie

You are the one who sings me to sleep.
You will tell me truths and half-truths and things that are nearly lies, so that i will rest at last.
For some they are falsehoods.
For some, they are hope.

Tigerrrr.

Explains how I feel. 

Mogwai- Take me somewhere nice

Ghosts in the photograph
Never lied to me
I'd be all of thatI'd be all of that
A false memoryWould be everythingMy denial, my eliminent
What was that for?What was that for?
What would you doIf you saw spaceshipsOver Glasgow?Would you fear them?
In every aircraftIn every cameraAnd there's a wish thatWasn't granted
What was that for?What was that for?
Try to be badTry to be bad

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=luM6oeCM7Yw

Selfish world

People just need you when they have nobody else.

We live in a selfish world.

Sisterhood

They reminded  me of my sister.
I wish I could stay young, forever

Need more time.

I was forced to wake up this morning by the bossy alarm on my mobile phone.
You don't really remember the "To Do" list as soon as you are up. And as I laze around staring at the fan spinning round and round on my ceiling, I remembered about my test. Then I remembered about Alisha's birthday. Then about 20 artists I was supposed to talk to from work. Then I remembered about the write up I had to submit in my other work place.

Sigh. Right now, I am living my life to the fullest. Fun, work, Education (NOT!) Friends and amazing food. Although, I wish I had more time. More time to meet friends, more time to complete my assignments on time, more time to prepare for my test, more time to skype with my friends back home.

I need time. I feel like housefly with a lifespan of 15 days.

I need sleep now. Chow!

Letters.

I usually always choose to write than speak over something. There are some things that are best when spoken of while some things are better expressed in the plain words that appear on the screen along with thoughts that shoot up. My life today is 75% virtual, with my heart 1078.2Kms away while my feet are planted firmly in a temporary home that I built with time. So, getting back to the mail reason that made me write this post:  For all the sentences I wrote by bringing letters together, I wish you replied.

I wish you wrote back. Photo: deviantArt.com

hugmeplease

I want a hug.
Not because I’m lonely and miserable but I want a hug- just for the heck of it. 

Hugs are like the spring rain in the forest- comforting people, making them happy, turning teary goodbyes into promises to meet soon. I was talking to a friend about hugs a few days back. It was then I realized- I have never been hugged- or I just don’t remember them. A few taps on the back, a small hand gesture- well they are not hugs are they? Neither with lovers nor friends. Not that I stink and no one comes near me- well I hope not.

Right now, as I am living alone in this empty flat with literally no human contact for the past two days, I want love. I want someone to stand up and tell me, “Ey! Yes you, stop being miserable and get up for a big warm hug.” Maybe because right now I am emotionally unstable, I haven’t cooked in days or mopped my floor, been letting the mosquitoes suck into my blood, I stare at the colorful wires springing out of the unkempt bulbs. Well for all these reasons and more, I want a hug.

Tale about me and Sandwich.

I make amazing Sandwich.
The one that melts in your mouth making your tongue smack with constant mmhs & aahhs. The one that give you ultimate food-orgasm until you nibble the edge of it.

I was reading an article about relationships where a paragraph about men and their ego and how it relates with "Go make my sandwich". Then something in my brain went PING! I dont have anyone to make a sandwich for. Someone who is so talented in making sandwiches is not being asked to make one. Haha! Not that I am dying without a lover and I am taking my last breath as I am typing this article. But having been in a relationship for too long never did give me the freedom I have now. Obviously I do miss the cuddling and the cheesy love texts that woke me up every morning but right now, is the time when I assume is the time I am exploring myself. Getting to know myself better. Having someone would maybe help more but its not a loss either. After all, I came alone in this world and I cant leave it holding hands, hugging the love of my life with me. So, for now- I will make delicious sandwich with cheese, mayo, mustard sauce, lettuce, egg, garlic, onions,  bacon, salami and everything possible and make my tummy happy.

Thankyou for reading.
Now go make him a sandwich or ask her to make a sandwich!

:D

Tangled

Holi 2013. 

And in this world, where nothing else is true.

Here I am.
Still tangled up in You.
Still tangled up in You.

Bara~s

 A colleague who has been to Nepal 4 times was telling me about Bara-s today. Starting that very moment, I just cannot stop thinking about the batter that sizzles on the big griddle glistening with mustard oil. My mouth is literally watering right now. 

Nepali food.

I have not tried many cuisines but I can state that Nepali food is the best thing on Earth with a guarantee. Be it DDC’s strawberry flavored Lassi or like I mentioned above, Honacha’s heavenly Bara- they are all just ammaazziinnng. Every dish is flavored with special spices and has a distinctive flavor.

I am done eating the bland Indian food as of now. Dosa, Idli, Chole Bhature etc, etc just make me sick. There was this time when I couldn't differentiate between Roti, Paratha and Chapati- which I thought were the same thing until my 7th month here. The only two famous cuisines here in general are Indian and Chinese. It’s strange that they call everything that does not require Haldi & Masala spices in the cooking process Chinese.

I wanted to elaborate more but would just end here.
Chow Chow!

P.S. Please eat Honacha's Bara for me? Anyone! =)

You

Reminders of you

The guitar stacked in the corner of my room reminds me of you

The picture of us on my wall reminds me of you

My now- long hair reminds me of you

PaniPuri reminds me of you

Mint reminds me of you

Music that plays on my iPod reminds me of you

Sweat on my nose reminds me of you

The smell of cigarettes reminds me of you

My next ticket to Nepal reminds me of you

Love reminds me of you

Constant thoughts of you never let you leave my mind

You are there

I wish you would leave

Hairfall.

I loved falling for you, how the butterflies in my tummy went berserk. I loved all the love songs ever written. The content feeling on seeing your face spread over my laptop screen during the video calls. How my heart skipped a beat when Facebook showed a tiny red notification about your letters.Well, that was all so awesome. BUT another fall I have come across sucks.

It takes ages to turn into a Rapunzel- well over exaggeration- but to get your hair long.  And once it does, you notice that  your hair is everywhere around the house. Making trails of your existence  I stayed home today after a very long time, tidied up my room and sat down to study in the clean surrounding. Then, I spot a strand on my blanket. Then another one- then there is another one. I literally hunted all of them down and by the time I was done, It made me so sad. It looked like a big fur ball. It was BIGGG. Sigh. But thank god its not as bad as the telly commercials.

Well, I will stop fussing about my hair fall and get back to studying. If I do get bald, will you still read what I write? Haha!

Chow.

Open and read.

The wait.

An article read on air followed by a Friend Request on Facebook and then the endless conversations over the virtual world. Too bad I was in a different country and I didn’t know what it would be like to see him in real and also aware that I was slowly defying gravity. The wait- well how many types of “Wait” should I mention here? The one where I waited for the message icon to pop up with a tiny red notification on Facebook? Or the endless Tu-du-tu-duu dial tone I heard on Skype or the long wait for the day we met in real? But no matter how torturous the wait might have been, the mini heart attacks and the sweet pleasures I got while reading what the red icon had to notify or seeing a warm chocolate brown face smiling to everything I said spread all over my laptop screen during the Skype sessions cannot just be described.

It made my heart skip a beat knowing that he was counting days when I would come home for summer. Both excited to see each other. To feel his presence next to me, to hold his hand, to do all the things we planned of doing, to just be alive and happy. After what seemed like a gazillion years, the date on the calendar matched with the one printed on my tickets back home. The wait was over. For good.