Showing posts with label Ounce of me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ounce of me. Show all posts

Monday, February 27, 2012

A case of unlucky birthdays






I write this post exactly after a month on this blog, not because I had nothing interesting to write on but because of crunch of time.  Hitherto, the crunch was due to procrastination, I won’t let it affect me lest I stop writing.  Basically, I have a theory. Birthdays are unlucky. Every time on my birthday, something bad happens with me. This time- My blackberry broke down and I am back on my boring Nokia phone.
I am dizzy as I write this because I am in a very boring conference, realizing how lame birthdays are.  A birthday is a day to spend in solitude, not necessarily alone and do what you love. The concept of birthdays has been overhyped and sensationalized.  The wishes upon candles don’t really come true and the day is spent well…doing nothing. Come think of it, what did I do exactly? Nothing substantial. Nothing I wanted to.  Are birthdays any good anymore?
I used to look forward to my birthday as a kid all the year and now, I dread the date for no particular reason.  But then again, when the ever optimistic I return, I reckon that birthdays are not so bad after all.
You get to spend the entire day with your best friend; your friends treat you like princess.  Also, on which other day do you feel you are blessed with people in your life who are there to wish you good luck on a special day? I got over a hundred messages on FB and more than three score of wishes on phone.  No, I didn’t get a cake but I got to cut a pizza instead.  I didn’t get to blow candles on my birthday but I got to blow imaginary candles on an apple tart.
I have to see the best in everything right? My students gave a surprise by showing up with loads of goodies and a big cute card. We got a double McDonald’s treat and I saw a Damon Salvatore Doppelganger in the metro. What more could I ask for?
Yes, it was unlucky in some ways but most of it was worth the praise. I am blessed, for the people in my life who make it beautiful.  Many colorful hues, in one journey of my life.

Xoxo
Spree.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Happy day









Sometimes, when you wake up and look in a mirror with groggy eyes, you know in your heart its going to be a good day. That day, you don't recognize the person you see in the mirror, the anonymous smile leaves you flushed, without a reason. Well, come think of it, you know its your day when you get your favorite breakfast. When no one argues with you for a change, when you shop till the last penny is exhausted. When you have your favorite food all day, followed by a Ginger Ale. Also, when you look so happy that mirror refuses to recognize that its the usual groggy YOU. When you get your favorite songs and an impromptu rain makes your night, even though its biting cold outside. The smell of damp soil fill your entire room for a night and you get to watch the latest movie with a CHAI LATTE. All rolled up in an entire day! You know its a good day, you want all days like these. After a long dry spell, your day feels like bliss. You plan your life better, live better, live simpler, with minimal expectations later, If only for a day. That, my friend, is the time of your life.

I wanted to capture this day in my mind to be etched in my memory forever. A Happy day. Feels heaven, doesn't it?

Monday, December 19, 2011

Lucky Charm


Its often that we hear.. Be grateful for what you have. Or be careful what you wish for, it might just come true. Sitting back one night, I began wishing for magic. Pure magic in my life. What is the harm in asking for some sprinkle of the zest of abracabra in my world, eh? Nothing bad. Magic didn't happen. Well, it didn't. It broke my heart badly. I have a theory that god can't see me happy so he carefully pricks where it hurts most. Before sleeping, I pray. Just a little that helps me have a good nap, a nap without horrendous dreams. I prayed for the magic again. That night, in my dreams, I saw my little dog, when he was a month old.. Learning to climb stairs, yes, I was the one who taught him how to climb stairs but didn't teach how to use them to go downstairs too. A little later, I saw two men wishing me good luck before each and every important event of my life, a competition, an exam or anything that makes me nervous. One of them, says I am proud of you and that makes me the happiest girl in the world. The other one is the one I love the most in the world, no one can shake my faith in any of them. Those two men, needless to say, are my two brothers, who mean the world to me. And yet again, I see a woman, who slaps me when I am wrong and then feeds me with her own hands because she can't eat before I eat. (She has to check the food supply of the entire clan after I eat.) She is my mother, the ONLY one who takes care of what I am and what I want, its always about me when I am with her. And there is this guy. I am ME when I am with him. He encourages me with intelligent talks, he is my teacher, a friend, a lover.  He dreams what I dream and HE makes sure I achieve them. He talks to me when I am afraid, explains the little somethings that mean a lot later in life. He is my soul. My conscience. The world doesn't know him, he is protected safely in the chambers of my heart beat, lives with my heartbeat.

Waking up, I didn't realize what the dream was about. Then I know. Magic happened. I knew what my miracle was. I was blessed with what people call family, I call them lucky charms. The world is materialistic, has various stones et al as charms, my charms live with me always. My miracles understand life and share it with me everyday. It is a formality to say that I love them, because it's stronger than that. I would rather say I BELIEVE in them, therefore they are. What the world calls as  people, I name them my Serendipity.







Saturday, December 10, 2011

A few of my favorite things



Someone asked me a few days back about my favorite things. That three year old kid apparently had to do his homework for school, interview people about their favorite things. To make him get going as soon as possible, I listed out a few random things that came in my mind- Ice creams, books, Romantic movies, Jewelry, Iced tea et al. He went home happy munching on the Kitkat I gave him. 
But at night, when the whole world slept, darkness as usual scared the hell out of me and I got around thinking of my favorite things. What would actually make me happy?

1. World peace? My world is peaceful in its own shell, Thank you very much, the change I need in the world is not to be seen around for many more decades to come.


2. Ice creams? They give me momentary satisfaction, yes, but then it finishes too soon.Blackcurrant ice cream. If I ever become an ice cream vendor, the kids are NEVER going to get any of it, I am going to slurp it all.

3.  Jewelry? Only when I am in a good mood. Not otherwise. I can buy Earrings anytime, anywhere if I find a good pair, usage depends. :)








4. Everybody love their friends but I yearn for solitude too.

5. Books, only when the hero rescues the princess and they live happily ever after. Oh well, That's me.

6. I love travelling, Seriously I do. I have motion sickness but without caring about it, I think of the new interactions with people and environment and I feel happy.

7. Archie's Comics make my day. Anytime, Gimme one, If you want me to keep quiet and I will happily engage myself with Juggie's gluttony and Betty-Veronica's fights. Archie, the main character is not my favorite. Overrated. Jughead is cute.



8. I love my dog- Cheers, that's his name. Jee Haan.  His antics, Tail wagging, Ears twitching is somewhat I will always enjoy, No matter what my mood is. An insight to Cheer's life.

9. Shoes. Sigh. I have 49 pair of shoes but they are not enough. I keep breaking the buckle or sole, the color fades but still, I keep them and keep buying more. A good pair of footwear is always welcomed.






10. Rain, The best of all. I love it. There was a phase when I started getting annoyed by the constant loud spattering but now, I enjoy it too. Rain is almost spiritual for me. It gives me a sense of hope, of constant companionship, of music.



11. Lastly, I can always use a smile. Silly grins, mysterious smile, The smile that makes people think you have lost it, Dreamy smile, All's well. Particularly, I love the grin when someone is drunk and is trying to act all sensible and NON-goofy but he goofs up anyway. My brother does that, I laugh when he does that. I can SEE he is drunk but NEVER EVER would I let the elders rebuke him. Our defense mechanism you see. My favorite thing in the world? All my loved ones laughing together, The joke is always on me, I feel bad obviously but the incredible smile is to be cherished, always.



Keep smiling always,
Spree.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Lost hope and Sunshine



Its so often that we indulge in wishful thinking for what we don't have and are ungrateful for what we have. My bad, but yes, I am the same. Very often, I crib about my college or having no friends or having food which I don't like at all. Very often, I crib about me being fat and I crib about my family too. It is my utter inanity that I can't really be thankful. Even once. I cried in my college that day, out of sheer frustration and boredom. I see these three blind girls in my college, everyday. I decided not to make a fool of myself any more and took refuge at gazing at them through window. No, I don't know their names and don't even which year they belong to, which course. Anyhow, I saw two girls happily holding each other, giving each other support. One holding a plate of rajma chawal, other one holding a plate of kachori aloo. Where they went, I don't know. After the class got over, I saw the third girl I see often, hit an open door, I rushed to be at her side and she asked me to take her to the college office, she had to get some papers signed. The office, being a govt. Office, refused as usual. She then asked me to take her to the library. She held me as I took lead. On reaching library, she bid me goodbye by saying- why are you so sad? I didn't speak a word to her and she knew! Did she? Really? She went her way and I was dumbfound.


I see these people everyday, I used to crib against the reservation system for religious communities but not for them. I see them entering our college everyday now, see them smile, feel their empowerment. I see them walk through the college, to their class. God knows how they climb stairs, they are used to it, I guess. I can never ever imagine myself being that way, or adjusting so well, not complaining. I don't know how they go home or come to college, a special cab or parents picking them up or buses, its a few minutes encounter in college. I smile at them, they don't smile back. I remember when one of them danced at the freshers talent hunt at mujhe rang de and I had goosebumps. It requires courage to be on stage and seems that they had it. Steve jobs once said- your time is limited on earth. Try making most of it. I want to say,  sure time is limited but abilities are unlimited and I now make sure that I don't waste it. I write. Whenever I can. Whatever I can. I do my bit to be remembered. And whenever I am on the brink of being a nihilist, I remember those girls. I don't remember the last time I saw good in others. And guess what? I am happy. :)


Ananya

Friday, October 14, 2011

Sunshine and Marshmallows

It would be so special to have you. It would be like sunshine. Like Black currant ice cream. Like stiletoes heels. Like rain. So spiritual, like Siddhartha. Like my white crumpled T shirt. Like Raw mangoes. Like Maybelline Kajal. Like sweet and innocent puppies. Like rainbow. Like swings. Like Sprite. Like watching the moon. Like dhol beats. Like blue color. Like soft pillows. Like warm hugs and sloppy kisses. Like that princess crown I wished for. Like the anklet I wished you could give me. It would feel so sweet, like lollipop. Like Bubblegum. Like Iced tea. Like my favorite jeans. Like yellow umbrella. Like teddies. Like Pine apple. Like ties. Like my blog. Like Maggi. Like shape shifting clouds. Like harry potter. Like Nimoo paani. Like Romantic movies. Like Archie's comics. Like Dreams. Like you!

Ananya

Friday, April 1, 2011

Chocolate





Exuberant explosion
in your mouth.. feels
heaven, doesn't it?

Ananya

Sunday, December 5, 2010

A million Things to do!




1) Read Secrets - By Freya North
2) Go to Hyderabad and click pics. :)
3) Learn Adobe photoshop
4) Make more friends.
5) Watch all the seasons of F.R.I.E.N.D.S
6) Watch Two and a half men, Criminal minds, Bones, How I met your mother et al
7) Clear CATE
8) learn cooking better.
9) Possess the ENTIRE Calvin and Hobbes collection.
10) Update blog regularly.
11) Take Cheers for walk often.
12) Own a house.
13) Learn Guitar
14) Make my own songs
15) Get real - already!
16) Be regular with my pooja. :( I am never that! :(
17) Work with a leading newspaper. :)
18) Tell mommy that I love her often- I am not ashamed of saying that :P
More would be updated soon!!






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