Merci

Boulders, stones and pebbles. They seemed to block my way.  I treaded precariously, as I slowly overcame each one of them. Yet I failed. Each time.  I did not understand why.  I cried, frayed and distraught.  Until I realized the biggest hurdle, I needed to overcome. Was myself. 

The turtle was nearing the summit. It had been quite an exhausting journey. Yet, he was so close to winning this race. Five years on the road, struggling to make it to the end. The turtle had taken quite a many bends. Crossed forests and narrow roads. Strived through shorter days and longer nights. Endless dreams. The hare had fallen asleep somewhere at a turn, far behind. Did he wake up soon after and take a detour? Who knew. The turtle did not care anymore. He did move really slowly, the turtle had realized. So many years had passed. But for now the race for the turtle wasn't against another but against himself. And after all these odds, against all the obstacles and many beautiful pathways, here he stood very close to the finish line. Walking on the narrow ridge of the mountain range he found himself at a cliff with a narrow pit between himself and the victory flag. He would certainly have to leap over this to the other side. Or perhaps, learn to fly. Could he do th...

She dreamt of a wooden study desk with a small table lamp. Reading in the soft glow of light. Listening to her favourite music? The night falls slowly, and the trees whisper in silence. The stars peep out and watch her as she sits on her desk by the window. Writing in her diary perhaps? Sometimes glancing outside the window, staring into the sky. She dreamt of that one world of her own. Of uninterrupted silence. So simple. So pristine. It took her several years. And one ordinary moment of epiphany, to realize that the dream did come true. -Merci.

Last one week has been a whirlwind journey. So many lows and so many highs. Let's just say I couldn't catch hold of the minutes or the hours or the days. Time just flew by. Can I say that I still have control? I don't think so. Not yet. But one does tune into their favourite songs, to lose a sense of time and in this pursuit I discovered a beautiful ghazal sung by the very famous Mehdi Hassan and written by Ahemad Faraaz that goes as below:- रंजिश ही सही दिल ही दुखाने के लिये आ Ranjish hi sahi dil hi dukhaane ke liye aa (le t it be anguish, come still at least to torment my heart) आ फिर से मुझे छोड़ के जाने के लिये आ aa phir se mujhe chhod ke jaane ke liye aa (come, even if to leave me again) If you are in the mood for soulful music that holds the universe together for you in those few minutes, click play on either of the two that you prefer. Thank me later. Original Sung by Mehdi Hassan Recreated by Papon ...

I've binge-watched a lot of television series this year. If you do follow my posts, you'd notice I occasionally write about it too. In fact, a trend with all of these shows is that I end up falling head over heels in love with every show I choose. Yeah and it's suddenly the ' bestest ' show I have ever. seen. So talking about the last show that I watched and went completely crazy about is "That 70's Show." So much, that I am dedicating a post to it. This show is certainly not like any other sitcom out there. I don't really know what caught my attention throughout 8 seasons but I liked the period set up( 70's era) and the imperfect lives of the quirky characters who lived through the series. None of the characters are perfect and that in many ways makes the show so real. I think problems youth face while growing up remains the same irrespective of the era you talk about. But the 70's definitely seemed like a trend setting era. The s...

"Shyaam : Tu Kehna kya chahta hain? Raju : Main ye kehna chahta hun ki ye sab humaare saath hi kyun hua? Baburao : Kyun Hua? Raju : Kyunki ye Ishwar ki chaal hain. Baburao : Kaun Ishwar? Woh Ration ki dukaan wala halkat baniya? Raju :  Woh baniya jo upar ki dukaan mein baithta hain. Jo apne taraazu mein sukh-dukh sabko tol-tol ke deta hain. Agar woh chahta hain ki hum road pati se crorepati ban jaaye tu ismein problem kya hain? " P.S: Hera Pheri is without any doubt my favourite movie. And this is not only because it is an insanely funny movie, but also because it is a story about 3 ordinary men trying to make life's ends meet, struggling with their existing problems, not failing to dream big or keeping hope alive and most importantly never losing their sense of humour. 

This is the story of a room Buzzing with activity each day. Mails flew in, Mails flew out. Others – stacked like hay! Some mails were good, others bad. And when there was a conflict, the room went sad. The mean ones were plenty- found everywhere. Overpowered the good ones-caused despair! Mailboxes lined the door ‘Today’ overflowed,’ Past’ was overburdened. ‘Future’ held the dreams; some undelivered many left unopened. ‘Hope’ though kept asking for more This made it a healthy room for sure! And then the Storm arrived in town The mails fluttered in grief; The Door shut, the Windows vanished No sign of hope or relief! No helping hand, no place to go, No long lost love, no one they know. However, the season changed soon Happy mails buzzed in the room! The sun shone, the flowers bloomed. Music sailed, the angels danced. Rainbows smiled, reindeers pranced. Every mail was stamped with a smile An extra letter, takes you the ...