Mirage – An Incomplete Love Story – Dream Come True

I checked my mobile, received a message, it was his message. Just looking at his name flashing on my mobile made me smile. I read it “Can you meet me in evening? If yes then wear the best dress and be ready by 7 PM”. It took me 5 minutes to analyse what it was. I couldn’t believe he sent such message. I was so excited. Hurriedly replied him with; obviously Yes.

But still I was thinking about the message. What was it about? Why does he want to meet me? And why did he ask me to wear the best dress? Is he taking me somewhere? Somewhere special? Is he gonna ask me out? OMG… if he does…I was getting super excited. And what if nothing happens as I’m expecting it to? It’s better not to keep any expectations. Accept it as it comes.

Though for a time being I kept this thought aside one more thing was bothering me. Best dress. Now which one should I wear. I don’t even know where is he taking me, accordingly I could decide what to wear. Anyways we girls have lotsa problem to decide which dress to wear even when we know the occasion, now I was totally blank. I hate it.

I opened my wardrobe. Had a glance. Nothing looked perfect. I actually tried some dress with accessories and little make-up. I didn’t even have time to buy new one and even if I take out some time what will I answer mom? Why am I buying new dress? I had no option but to settle down with the ones I have. After lot many trials I finalized one dress. It was nice “Little Black Dress“. Classy, not so loud just as I like. One thing sorted. But now I have to hit the parlor for some touch ups. I was running short of time but I had to. I can’t afford to miss on even a small thing.

It was 6 in the evening. Still one hour left but I should get going. I wanted to have my own sweet time to get ready. It was going to be an evening I was waiting for. As always I was hoping for the best. My whole body was shivering with utmost excitement. I was happy but so damn nervous and I wasn’t able to hide my emotions. Applied some eye-shadow, thin liner, mascara and lip-gloss. I wanted to keep it as simple as possible.

Finally I was all set to go when I heard someone honking. I thought it was him. I went running outside and to my surprise it was uncle staying next door honking his car horn for his wife. For a minute I couldn’t make out what was happening when suddenly I woke up just to realize it was a dream.

Mirage – An Incomplete Love Story – He loves me?

He loves, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not….with every falling petal I was trying to reach my destiny; of caurse hoping for the happy ending. I never thought I would ever do such cheesy thing in my life. Whenever I used to watch such scenes in movies I used to think how stupid that girl is but today I was acting stupid.

Holding hands all the time while walking on a road, sharing one glass of coke with two straws, holding him tight and close when riding on bike, so close that even air can’t pass through. All such things used to sound so stupid to me until now. All the stupid, insane things people do only when they fall in love.

They say when you are in love the world looks pink, all you see is couples deeply in love, you smile without any reason, 24/7 you think of him. For me all these were part of romantic movie; not happening in real life. But now I’m experiencing it. A careless person like me is now more conscious about her looks. I’ve started applying nail-paints without any special occasion. May be the love has made my life itself an occasion. Whenever I step out of house I look in the mirror 10 times to make sure nothings wrong or missing, who knows I might meet him accidentally somewhere. I’m visiting his FB profile more than 100 times in a day, I find reasons to talk about him whenever I meet any common friend. All I see, all I talk, all I want is him.

Aaah the last petal left and what did it decide?

Weekly Photo Challenge – Together

Together we eat, together we shop, together we smile, together we have fun.

That’s our friendship, together we cherish :).

My college gang

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3 Ways of Indian Hospitality

“Atithi Devo Bhav!” which means “A guest is God” and we Indian firmly believe in it. We always welcome the guest even if he is unexpected and at unexpected time. But the way we show hospitality depends on the type of guest. Now you must be wondering how can there be different types of guest. Yes, there are.

1. Very close ones: If the guest is someone who is very dear and near one to us; we get delighted by his/her arrival which is shown by a wide smile on our face. We welcome this guest by shaking hands or hugging him/her. We offer the best we have at home or even go extra miles to by something from nearby shop or prepare something secretly to please our guest. We insist our guest to eat everything we offered. There are always more than one delicacies. 

2. Not so close guest: If the guest is someone who is not very close to us but at the same time not so unwanted we welcome him/her with a marginally good smile. We offer him/her whatever we have at home. And insist him/her only once or twice. 

3. An Unwanted guest: Ahhh! These are mostly not so related relatives. These are the ones we really don’t like us to visit and if they visit unexpectedly we really hate it but since they are our guests we bound to welcome them with a smile. But mind you, this smile is totally fake. It’s a harsh truth but the entire hospitality process is fake. We offer them some food but don’t really take efforts to go to kitchen and get it. We hope he/she leaves ASAP. If the guest refuses to have anything we are more than happy but pretend that we really wanted them to eat something.

Don’t worry, if you are visiting anyone for the first time you are always welcomed with the best possible way. So don’t hesitate to visit our country and our people, you might just fall in the first category ;).

Note: I’m already busy in hospitality of two guest while posting it ;).

On our day!

8th March, International Women’s Day. I feel very special on this day just as I feel special on my birthday and I feel proud to be one of these species. I tend to observe every woman walking on road or working in next cubicle wondering whether she’s too feeling the same. 

I can tell you the success stories of women in India or for that matter in world but this time I would like to share stories of women in my life who have moulded me and inspired me throughout to become what I am today and I wish to meet many more to add to this list. Inspiration is always good.

The Creator

For any human being the first inspiration and guide is his/her mother.  I am no exception. My mom is simple but very strict and she knows very well how to handle different kinds of people and any kind of situation. I call her homemaker and not housewife as without her there’s no home; there’s no family. She has an ability to even manage events like marriage single-handedly. She always inspires me for the ultimate enthusiasm she shows and the knowledge she has. When she walks on a street there is hardly any person who doesn’t greet her. It takes her 30 mins to cover 5 mins distance. She needs no Facebook. She has her own social network. She is a great cook and loves to feed people. Even though she personally didn’t teach me how to cook but I believe it’s in my genes and it comes out when I’m cooking.

Thanks “Aai” for inheriting all these good qualities in me.

The Guide

10 to 12 years of schooling is a real foundation of your personality and teacher are your ultimate guides. I’ll tell you about two of my teachers here.

The first one was our sports teacher. She might be the only female sports teacher in our school in those days. She always encouraged us to play different kinds of sports and because of her only I could take part in Inter-school kho-kho tournament. Else I’m not actually a sports person.

The other one was our language teacher. In entire school our class was known as her own kids and for any mischief or achievement she would get credit just as ones parents would get.

Both of our teachers helped us in school and even outside school, a continuous guidance.

The Companion

I have two sisters. Both elder to me so I had and am always been treated nicely. I never had to buy even smallest things like nail-paint as they used to give me everything I needed. I never had to do any household work until they got married. I used to just study and play with my friends :).

Of course I have some lovely friends of school time, college time and some colleagues turned friends. They all inspire me in one or the other way. Someone is very stylish, someone is sporty, someone sings well, someone is carrier-oriented and someone is a family person. They are not just friends in need but they truly helped me in becoming better person.

I’m very lucky to have so many inspirational souls around me. They all are special. In fact every woman is special as she has the capability to create and mould.

Happy Birthday Dad!!!

              This day of a year is one of the most special days in my life and will always be; today’s my dad’s birthday. Found this picture on FB few days back; it really caught my attention and I decided to write something for the man who has always been an inspiration to me.

            We always speak about mom, how much she cares and how much pain she takes right from giving birth to us but there is a man who always supports us and the entire family without saying a word and with least expectations of recognition, ‘DAD’.

            The chemistry between me and my dad has always been like a friend. I call him ‘DADA’, ‘POPS’ whatever I want and he never minds. In fact he calls me with similar cool names. My mom is a bit strict about everything. You can say she’s perfectly playing the role of a “Home Minister”. When we (me n my siblings) were young we always had to take permission from mom to do even the smallest thing. Dad has always been approachable and easy to convince. So we used to first convince him and then he used to convince mom for us.

            One sweet memory of my childhood is still fresh in my mind. Dad has to work in shifts and when his night shifts come, we just hate it. We always wanted him by our side. So to stop him from going to work, me and my sister, we would hold his legs tightly with all the strength (which was actually not enough to stop him) and beg him not to go. Even he, I’m sure would have not liked to leave us, but didn’t have any option.

             He has emerged from a poor family but worked hard to give better life to us. Due to unavoidable circumstances, he had to discontinue his studies in his Last Year of Graduation and had to give prime importance to take up a job. Since he couldn’t complete his graduation, he always motivated us to learn more and made sure that we do not have to sacrifice on our education for monitory reasons. When my turn of joining an engineering college came, fees were already touching the sky. He had family of 8 to take care of (including my grandparents) but he encouraged me and without any hesitation paid my fees. That was the day when I decided to work hard and do whatever it takes to make my parents feel proud of me and I’m happy I could do something. But even if I give world to him would not suffice.

                I love you dad, I’m sorry if I hurt you at any point in life. I never told you how much I love you and care about you but I want to take this opportunity and through this blog I wanna say YOU are my hero and no one on this earth can ever take your place in my life. 

Is fair only lovely?

I’ve been watching these commercials for many years now. A dark girl with no confidence (just because of her complexion) sitting in a dark room with no life. Her friend suggests her new fairness cream in market and within 4-6 weeks (as claimed by the product company) our dark girl becomes 3-4 shades lighter (which is first of all not possible) and with that she gains so much confidence that she becomes a supermodel overnight.

What the heck! What are you people trying to prove? Being fair is the only criteria to become famous or is the key to success? Fairness brings confidence and the limelight? You want to sell your product but look what kind of mentality you are giving to this society and the young girls who want to achieve something.

 If this is true then Sushmita Sen wouldn’t have been Miss Universe, Bipasha wouldn’t have been considered sexy actress, Nandita Das wouldn’t have been a sensible actress, Naomi wouldn’t have been supermodel, Rihanna and JeLo wouldn’t have been rocking this world. Oprah wouldn’t have been one of the most influential people in the world.  These are very few names in the list of dark and successful girls in this world.

It is sad that in our society (India) fairer is still better. Though the scenario is changing now; but not completely. You cannot judge any person with his/her complexion. What you want to achieve? You want fair bride for your son just to flaunt in the society. Even fair girls shouldn’t be happy with this fact as you are being put as a show piece in front of all the relatives and nothing more.

A person looks more attractive not because of his/her complexion but the attitude with which he/she walks into the society. The smartness and the confidence. The intelligence and the work.

My mama said life would be so hard
Growing up days as a black girl scarred
In so many ways though we’ve come so far
They just know the name they don’t know the pain
So please hold your heads up high
Don’t be ashamed of yourself know I
Will carry it forth till the day I die
They just know the name they don’t know the pain black girl

So my dear dark ladies, if at all you are feeling low just because you have dark complexion start believing in yourself. If at all you are using those fairness creams throw them in a dust been and show these mindless people that you don’t give a damn, you have got much more to become what you want to be. Get some pride and slap on their faces who think being fair is everything. There’s nothing wrong in trying to get flawless complexion but going mad over fairness is mere insulting yourself.

Remember, if fair is lovely then dark is beautiful.

F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

To survive you need some basic things, food, water, air, some money and the people who can help you and support you in ups and downs. With your birth you get set of people whom you call your family. And while growing up and travelling places you find some people with whom you share a bond of love and you call them FRIENDS.

Yes…friends are as important in one’s life as taking breath. Friend is shoulder you need to cry on, friend is multiplier who doubles your joy, friend is a magician who changes your mood, a friend is a helping hand who brings you up when you fall down, friend is your family when you are away, friend is everything you need.

You need friend to bunk college lecture, you need friend to convince your parents for a night out, you need friend to give you birthday bumps (even if it hurts), you need friend to bother your neighbours while playing cricket, you need friend to impress your crush, you need friend to buy a cutting tea when you are running out of money, you need friend for those last minute revisions, you need friend to go insane, you need friend to share everything which you might not share with your parents and sibling. A friend is your personal diary.

A life without a friend is a life not worth living.

This post is dedicated to all the lovely friends I have who made my life so colourful and meaningful.

I wander like a Gypsy

 In school days I had come across a peom called “gypsy”. It described the life of Gypsies. I wondered how they must be leaving. From chilhood you learn about the basic needs of man, one of them is shelter; but the gypsies do not have one for sure.

Everyone wants to settle in his/her life. Have good partner, family, home and good amount of money. Even I wanted to settle down in life. For last few months I feel I’m leaving a life of Gypsy, carrying my bags on shoulder and wandering around.

When I shifted to pune though I was away from my family I found one in my roomies and my friends. I was almost settled. Then I flew to SA. Everything was going well but just in last 2 months I had to shift to new apartment. I never cooked in my kitchen thereafter. Dont know how many nights I slept without food. Now I’m back in Pune but don’t have my own apartment.

Since I’m here for just 2 months I can’t settle down. I haven’t unpacked my bags yet, never know when I’ll have to shitf somewhere else. So just like Gypsies I’ve stopped worrying about my shelter. Just passing days as they come. Now I’m least worried about cooking; have enough money to buy food. But somewhere in my mind I do want to organize my life and get peace. I hope I’ll get it soon.