Wednesday, November 30, 2011

After 6 long years of GROWING UP
After a long day of flip-flop, facebook and F.R.I.E.N.D.S
It is
The 30th of November again :)
And I race back to the blue bandana, red lehenga, purple dress, black waistcoat and VERY loud music days.
30th of November that was!
THE 30th of November it is!
"Tell us the words of the Savior which you remember which you know..."

Friday, November 18, 2011

You're only as tall as your heart will let you be
You're only as small as the world will make you seem
When the going gets rough and you feel like you may fall
Just look on the brightside- You're roughly six feet tall

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Kagare kagare morhi
Itni araj tose 
Chun chun khahiyo maans
Araajiya re
Khaiyona tu naina more
Khaiyona tu naina mohe
Piya ke milan ki aas

Saturday, November 12, 2011


My grown up DEAREST :)


Sunday, November 6, 2011


When she is madly in love,
And the urge to hold on predominates.
When she ignores the friends around,
And clings on her man, her mate.
The monsoon she brings
Yes, to some.
But hate her not my friend.
Cause desperate she might seem
But it does reflect helplessness.
When she publicly demands his love
And is the one to hold his hand.
When she is not ashamed to disappoint you all
But afraid to take a stand.
Just step inside her shoes and feel
Or silently step aside. But
Call her not a bitch o' world,
Call her not a slut.  



P.S Oli bujhli?

Tuesday, November 1, 2011


I came across this one photograph of a friend's mom on fb and then brought out a few old albums having similar black and white photographs which belongs to my mother. Those photographs, where girls, who were my mother's friends, back in her school and college days, wore polished sarees and neatly tied their hair and smiled. Those were the people Maa grew up with and gradually got evicted in her own small journey from the small town of Dongargarh to her sad city of joy. Those photographs are the only memory of those friends that she has . These beautiful women clad in saree who somewhere got dissolved in their own dusty warmth, today, probably is serving their chauvinist pigs of the house, probably bossing around, probably going through a  similar photograph where Maa smiles wide.