The Sun God decide to rest one fine day,
Leaving behind a gloomy day so gray,
Cold and bitter winds sway away,

Fetching the snow showers to our doorway!

The delicate cotton-like chilly flakes,
Feel like soft petals caressing our face.
The warmth it brings is a welcome grace,
A romantic weather that leaves its trace!

An infinite white bed takes over the earth,
Growing inch by inch, berth by berth,
A warm-chilly cushion totally worth,
Laying on it has its own mirth!

Harsh wind chills brutally slam our skin,
As snowfall gets drained and thin,
With no choice but to hold our grin,
Its now time to lift the shovel and spin!

As long as it is the damp and soft snow,
Shoveling can be as simple as a clean throw.
The ice can make you slip and flow,
Not so funny, but what a show ;)

This blog is not intended to discriminate one from the other, it is only meant to bring out the humour in most situations where sons and daughters belong together.

I have heard most couples I met in my life say that they can rely more on their daughter compared to their son. I don’t think I entirely agree with this statement, but I understand what instigates this kinda feeling in our parent’s minds. “WYSIWYG” (What You See Is What You Get) is like the mantra backing this feeling. Talking, gossiping, sharing of feelings, enjoying a homely atmosphere, and visual emotional bonding are inherent features in a girl and it is truly evident in the way she connects with her parents. On the contrary, although guys are capable of everything mentioned above, more often than not they are reserved when it comes to sharing day-to-day stuff. They believe in discussions only on a need basis and only when they find time from their important activities like playing, playing and did I already mention playing? J On a serious note, boys bond very well and tend to share their innermost feelings with their closest pals. Some guys that do spend time with their parents, share their feelings only on a superficial basis. And guys can only converse while they are involved in games, drinks, action movies or the likes. The recurring complaints of all mothers is that they do not get enough of their sons; can we blame either of them :D. Mothers can never accept their sons the way they are, they are constantly striving to transform them into a girl, not literally huh! This reminds me of the movie Transformers; what a movie! Oh well, I digress.

The point I am trying to make is that daughters explicitly state and pour out their feelings and sons, on the contrary, may love their parents even more than their sisters do, but they always come across as indifferent and detached. Whatever it may seem like, I feel that sons have this strong, ever-lasting bond with their parents, which might not be explicit, but always shows when most needed.

Marriage transforms life such a great deal, it brings new perspective and outlook towards life, thrusts you to be responsible, now not only for yourself but your partner as well. Your thoughts and aspirations are now multi-dimensional and multi-directional. All this sounds as simple or as complicated as you can make it, what’s surprising is that you change, not the person in you but so many other aspects that just cannot be expressed in simple words.

The initial days, even months just elapse even before you realize it, just trying to understand the bliss and challenges the new life brings along and once you get highly comfortable in the relationship, you realize its been six months since you called any friends or even invited them over for dinner or just a cup of coffee. Strange, just six months ago, they were all over the place and part of your everyday routine :)..I know the ones that are single often are perplexed and it takes a while for them to understand your behaviour, the change just doesn’t sink in. The funny feeling is when you love spending time with your partner and also miss masti-making with friends. Strange are the ways of life!!! Its like “All I want is everything”, is that a problem?” :D

In trying to deal with the transition from being single to the “married” status, and frustrated that friends don’t get the point, you end-up finding some couples to hang out with…Does this help? Yes, as a matter of fact, it helps for a while till you realize all you talk about is your partner and ofcourse your experiences as a married couple, the common aspects become the point of discussion and the not-so-common facets are usually debatable :). Its usually feels like a forum for married couples where you could share your happiness and musings. But you know what, you sure begin to miss the “MASTI” with your near and dear friends.

The best part of it all is your close friends “DO” understand. Who is not resistant to change? - but then we all tend to accept the facts! But when the “MASTI” begins, its probably time for another change! Its true when they say “Change is the only thing that remains constant”. I repeat, Strange are the ways of life!
I wish we never had to part ways with friends in any walk of life, never had to bid farewell to any of ‘em to enter into the new phases of life. On a happy note, shaadi – dosti – masti can always go hand-in-hand, its up to you to take it or leave it!!!

Long hiatus, random thoughts bubbling all over the place, and I am back to consciously align my arbitrary thoughts in meaningful directions.

You always need something to look forward to in life, some aspiration, dream that can keep us alive and rejuvenated at all times. You anxiously wait and toil diligently towards something you pine for to occur sooner than the set date, and count days till you accomplish it. But at the end of it all, you also feel a huge void, a sudden emptiness that is unfathomable. I guess its partly because you feel relieved and rewarded at one hand while reckoning about what you would do next. And surprisingly so, the important day just flies by and you end up craving that the clock stopped ticking and let you stare, swallow and live the moments you were really yearning for. And what’s even more amazing is that you accept the situation, get over it, and move on, striving to achieve the next item in your desire list. Life is so full of successive small projects, sometimes you end up in multiple ones, but what’s important is to take pleasure in what you do, carve these moments in your memory to cherish for life, and always dream big for more.

An innate urge to live and let live,
Is lucid if you forget and forgive
What is right or wrong is tricky to sieve,
Yet what makes one noble is the desire to give.

Differences & discords are part of all liaisons,
Opinion is shaped based on one’s interpretations,
Ambiguous perceptions lead to misconceptions,
Yet what flush it even are effective interactions .

Life comes a full circle with ups-and-downs;
In constantly striving to earn a few more pounds,
It is realistic to anticipate many a frowns,
Yet what make it worth living are the enlivening dawns.

Responsibilities & chores walk with us as shadows ,
Forsaking them is like jumping into hollows.
What is part of life are joys and sorrows,
Yet what make one happy are colors of the rainbows.

The path of life is tread with hopes and aspirations;
In trying to sincerely fulfil everyone’s expectations,
It is possible to get trapped in trying complications,
Yet what makes it painless is having true intentions.

Hunting for a topic to write today feels like:

Consuming an unsavory bite
Trapped in an inexhaustible fight
Compelled to stare at an uninviting sight
Crying out loud: “I can never do it right”
Being part of a woeful plight
Being shoved from a great height
Flabbergasted by the ghost in white
Impossibly gawking at the sun too bright
Waiting on a profoundly deferred flight
I can do with some inspiration to ignite
I can do with a poetic song to recite
An unbelievable loss of lexis to my delight



PS: I feel uncanny - I couldn’t think of a blog topic today, although I had this amazing craving to write; ironically though I ended up writing a blog – Its just one of those days :)

Stepping into the shoes of a woman
Leaving my childhood far behind
In a sincere pursuit of a true man
With anxiety burning my mind

With passion and dreams to fulfil
Love now fits the bill
The journey of life does instill
Patience is a virtue…until

A fairytale-like anecdote unfolds
In a mystical fashion, that is
The season just ideal as it holds
Nippy cotton conceal, like in Swiss

Drizzles instigated by the dark-cloud dance
Accompany the vast snow-clad expanse
Naked trees feel shy as rain drops glance
A perfect amalgamation, calling for romance

The vividness of a tall and handsome man
Wise and witty, boasting a flawless tan
Soft and gentle with a glow that can
Sweep me off my feet in just a scan

This hallucination will never be undone
The new, promising phase has just begun
With him when the world can be won
My heart knows “He’s the perfect one”