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Jo beet gayi, so baat gayi...

I love Gtalk. I still haven't upgraded it to Hangouts on my PC (can't do much on Android phones though). Recently, one of my dearest friends updated her Gtalk status. It was a few lines from Harivansh Rai Bachchan's poem. I fell in love with them. And was also reminded that I haven't written one in a long time. Anyway, I just wanted to share it on this post. They are lovely. I can share the English version with you, but that's injustice to art. Watch out for the first paragraph (and the others as well ;-) ) जो बीत गई सो बात गई  जीवन में एक सितारा था माना वह बेहद प्यारा था वह डूब गया तो डूब गया अंबर के आंगन को देखो कितने इसके तारे टूटे कितने इसके प्यारे छूटे जो छूट गए फ़िर कहाँ मिले पर बोलो टूटे तारों पर कब अंबर शोक मनाता है जो बीत गई सो बात गई जीवन में वह था एक कुसुम थे उस पर नित्य निछावर तुम वह सूख गया तो सूख गया मधुबन की छाती को देखो सूखी कितनी इसकी कलियाँ मुरझाईं कितनी वल्लरियाँ जो मुरझाईं फ़िर कहाँ खिलीं ...

Thy Majesty - The Mountains

Recently, I struck an important point off my bucket list. I visited the mystical lands of Leh-Ladakh which encompasses the north-most part of India. Off late this place has become a hot tourist destination. So much, that probably it is very fashionable to visit Ladakh these days. Or maybe, not. I would like to share my experience with everyone so that they know what to expect and most importantly, what not to expect out of this place. We had an 8 day trip to Leh. We met many people on our way, forged new friendships and enjoyed our time there.We visited Leh in the end of May which is probably the beginning of summer( in other words: start of the peak season) in that place. Having said this, the weather was not very warm over there. Temperatures stayed low and you required your thermals, jackets et all. The sun rays beat down on us during the day. The open skies and elevated heights did not help much either. We witnessed a contrasting play of nature at work as the cold ...

Happy April

April is a funny name for a girl. Isn't it? Yet, I remember a movie in which the protagonist was named April. Or was it a book? April is the most positive month  this year. Or so, I have declared. But May will be even better. And so on and so forth. This is mainly because things have changed and the dice has been rolled. ********* I have finally finished a course at Coursera and I feel so proud about it. Two months- all lectures, all assignments. Happy ! :D I'm soon off to taking up another course which is so darn interesting. I have to mention Dr. Charles Severance from University of Michigan is awesome. I think I'm gonna join twitter and leave a message for him. I will be off to Ladakh soon. Because nothing like the mountains right? Plus, its been a long pending dream. I was reading an article about how you can change your own life and make it awesome. They say you should remove toxic thoughts, toxic relationships and toxic people from your life. I feel I simpl...

Chicken soup

There is a question. Very simple one. How to feel okay when you know everything you wanted is falling apart? Where is the rest? The escape?  The break point of this infinite limbo. I never knew love could destroy you. But it did. And now I wonder, where did I start? What did I do to put myself in such a situation? Trying to learn from someone who does not understand you. What's the meaning ? Why inflict pain upon those close to you? And feel guilty later. Why write such posts when you can sleep. Chicken soup for the pain inflicted soul.

Courage: The Cowardly Dog..

I lack courage. I am cowardly. Stupid. And, I think I am wasting most of my life like this. ********* I had written that line almost three days ago. If you knew a girl's mind, you'd know that I am not in that frame of mind anymore. It's getting difficult to blog these days. Nothing is giving me inspiration. Except for a momentary burst of Art here and there. If it weren't for Art I don't know how we human beings would survive. Songs, poems, movies, verses..  I rather be a a Rockstar who sang only three legendary songs than an engineer who spent his/her life coding. Or a poet who wrote that one outstanding poem. Only one.  But then, art is always for the self. So I think I am writing through my blog anyway. And maybe, it is helpful somewhere.  When I sit back to reflect, I think life is awesome only. It's funny how we waste all days in resisting. All energy.  I cannot sit still. My mind keeps wandering. I have to be on my feet. I think mos...

One year old.

On this day , exactly one year ago, I started my blog - Merci. It has a bit of history as I have been writing ever since childhood. Only in a dispersed sort of way. In notebooks mostly. As a child I had a diary which had a collection of poems I wrote or phrases I liked. I also had another notebook where I'd pen down lines  written/ said by famous people. Lines i particularly loved.  Id like to believe those were my first blogs. Only, they were not virtual. But I like to think of the effort I took with pride and also there is another kind of charm to the written word.  As the internet culture grew we had Facebook and several social media platforms. Blogging or micro blogging- common terms. I continued writing posts on Facebook notes as I was, what you could call, not very pro-blog maintenance. I saw several people pour their hearts out or write regularly. I could never do it. So yeah, I stayed away from blogs for almost 7 years! I started one and randomly posted poems wri...

2015 !

Finally 2015 is here with all gung-ho and fervor. New years are so lucky. They always receive so much attention and adulation. All this, without even knowing what it has in store for us. Great luck I must say. A year ago, on 22nd of January, I started my blog. So yeah, anniversary is approaching. I need ideas on how to celebrate it (on this blog obviously). If anyone has any thing in their mind, please share. Today as I write this post I don't feel very inspired. I almost had a thought there, for how long am I going to maintain this blog? Someone recently asked me, why do I write? And if I do, why do I share it? I write because I find it soothing, maybe. And I don't mind sharing it with people. If they read it and found something useful or enjoyed it or took away something from it or added something back to me, there would be no harm right? I didn't understand the question at all. Mainly because the variables of my life rejected it. It was silly and I let it go. Peop...