mmmm...

Sometimes, u come across some people in ur life.and they become ur friends.. just like that.. casually..like an easy flowing melody
In a short while, u become so comfortable with them. The friendship has an ease, like it had when u were a little kid. A relation pleasant like a beautiful dawn, warm as a mild sunshine..sweet, and innocent. There are no questions, no worries.. and yeah no sense sometimes ;p
Time flows smoothly with such friends, bringing a lazy smile on ur face when u think about it.. life is like this big cushion ur resting against, with no traces of any worries or thoughts about what happens in the next minute.

And u watch even Jodha Akbar quite comfortably. Now that’s a wonderful movie, extraordinarily picturised, has Rahman’s music..is a visual extravaganza..true, but is tediously long. I mean what can hold your attention for almost 3 n a half hrs? ashutosh made a super good effort though. And hrithik was looking incredibly awesome!!

Ok, I digressed. Yeah even loooooong movies are bearable if u have d right company.

Some people make me think of this cute quote..

“if life was a journey of thousand miles..i’m glad I could walk a few miles with you!!”

this post is dedicated to 2 such friends of mine..who made today one of the most pleasant days I’ve had in a long while..

it wasn't me..

Lord Voldemort preserved his 16 yr old self in a diary which could come out of it and ..(umm for the lack of a better word,) Live. We mere Muggles can only capture our memories into words and preserve them in our diaries! so that when we need to reconnect to ourselves, or get away from the world, or well, just have nothing to do, we can take the cliched 'trip down the memory lane'.

Writing a regular diary can be a little boring. but there are some moments in life ( some sweet incidents, some lessons learnt, or times with queer acquaintances) which u'd want to relive in detail. Some moments which deserve to be more than a vague memory. it's loads of fun to jot them down into ur very personal book, a cute little diary.. and a lot more fun turning those pages sometime later in life.





When i take an occasional peek into one of my 'dear diaries' which i've been writing into and taking a lot of trouble protecting from prying eyes, i'm always surprised. I feel like- "it wasn't me!".. there is a crazy kid, a sweet little girl, a confused adolescent, an ambitious young woman...like lots of people who have written in my diaries. And NOOO i'm not suffering from a multiple personality disorder! it's just that i've changed so much in all these years. The different shades of me which have evolved into the Manasa i know 2day. A record of how wild i was at times, of what kind of unbelievably weird people who came in and out of my life, the little triumphs i'm still proud of, secret crushes, best friends...everything!

I'm not the same person, i don't think like i used to, and well, my perspective is going to keep changing. but thanks to my diaries, i can keep in touch with my life that has been. i can preserve all the moments that made my life special from getting lost into the nothingness called TIME!!!!....

a little something..

I wrote something on my bus journey to college this morning..


To float away with the clouds
In swirling, twirling blues
To shine above like the sun
Drop down like the rain too!



To splash about like the waves,
In an eternal swing;
To shriek like the wind
At the dance of spring!


To be a happy cheer on those lips,
On wonder on that brow;
To be the darkness of night
Or the hues of a rainbow!


To soar away like an eagle,
To fly away so free;
Just for a little while
To get away from ME!!!