hmmmm...trulyarbit..

been very busy lately wat wid PAF nd labs nd work..so had no time for myself..today after a long time..have sum spare time for me nd me alone..im actually stealing my sleeping time from myself to give time to me:D..
just want to write today..been wanting to write for days now..i dont know about what..having loads of ideas but none concrete to pen down..i want to write a script..a monoacting maybe..on ego clashes maybe..read these short stories by shashi deshpande recently..such an amzing collection of stories on lives of women..have so much potential to be converted into monologues..
anyways..today i am in this content mood..content wid wat i dont know..im hardly able to work coz of PAF but tats ok i guess..have a valid reason..i realised i really like ma job..id like to do something similar later on in life also..rather than a core engg thing..
my blogs becoming more of a diary..weird..one day a frnd had asked me..y do u blog?..y do u want ur innermost feelings to be among strangers..nd i was answerless..y do i blog..???..maybe because tats one way by which i get people's feed back on my writing..maybe because it gives me an incentive to write..dunno..
read a poem today..a batchmate's..she has written it in sort of enid blyton's honour..btw for people who dnt knw enid blyton..she writes child stories..nd i have literally grown readin them..the first book i read was an enid blyton in 2nd standard..nd since then havent been able to leave books..secret seven..famous five..five find outers..malory towers..st.clares..faraway tree..omigodd...im becomin nostalgic..i was so inspired by her..really wanted to write like tat sumday..i realise how much i loved books at one time..my love has gone down a little now..sad..
listenin to dis song"gudiya rani bitiya rani" from LAMHE..beautiful song..thnking of mum nd smiling:)..my mum always almost cries wen she listens to tat song..mmmuaahh mummaa..
"gudiya rani..bitiya rani..pariyon ki nagri se ik din..raj kunwar ji aayenge..mehlon me le jaayenge.."
beautiful choice ma
ok this one is a really arbit bloog..my mind is jumpin frm one place to another..work is piled up on my lappy now..nd my eyes are closing..better sleep be4 practise for sumtime..rest later:)

a hot sultry afternoon..

a hot sultry afternoon..
the sun was literally baking the earth..
turning all blue into brown..
frowning and glowering in anger..
the cracks were visible..
parched earth..
thirsty..

but the sun was relentless..sadisitic..

need..desperation..anguish..
she passed thru so many emotions ..
tried her best but the sun refused to budge..
there was nothing that could soften him now..
nothing..
as d rays fell on d cracks..
it felt as if the sun was deliberate in harming it..
as if it was achieving a sickening pleasure..

but finally the drops came..
the first few drops of the first shower..
the earth sighed wid relief..
the sun was subdued ..
he had finally been beaten..
and it was a pleasant loss..
a fair one..

moods changed..
spirits lifted..
new vigor..
fragrance of rain soaked mud..
brown turned into a breathtaking blend of blue and green..
it was renaissance..
renaissance on a hot sultry afternoon ..

my mood today

feeling strong..
loving the world..
enjoyin independence..
speaking truth..
being honest..
having fun..

the world for you is just as depressing or as beautiful as you make it to be..it all depends on how you want to live life..if you dont like your life go ahead and change it..if u ever feel like sayin"this is not the life i ordered" then go ahead...change it as u want it be..it is in ur hands..mould it..make what you want urself..then only will you really enjoy living..:)..

happy holi:)

so happpy holiiii folks..hope u all enjoi..

something i liked..

just arbitgiri..

who said our generation is cynical about india..you hear people saying so often that all we want is go to US nd settle..tats so wrong..was just talking to a frnd about beauty in india today and realised yet again how much we all love our country...
there is really no place which has this beautiful variety..from colourful rajasthani women in deserts to the typical punjab village to the ice cold dryness of leh and ladakh to the palms and lagoons of kerala...there is nothing that india doesnt have..its incredible to see
if i had to describe india in one word i would say colour...not only the physical hues..but even the diversity of people..languages...clothes..scenery..traditions..
its a country painted in so many different hues....i am proud to be a citizen of such a country..

saw a painting at an exhibition today so noting down what i thought of it

whirlpool of hues..
whirlwind of shades..
struggle..
dominance..
union..
blend..
strike..
strength..
courage..
stuff dreams are made of..

art is such a strong way of expression..makes you feel inadequate when you see life in such measures of perfection..