Rain, auto and an evil grin :D

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I love the question " why haven't u updated your blog lately?"
It is soooo encouraging. Ppl want to hear my thoughts. :)

My blog may have only a few followers, but I'm proud to say they are all loyal supporters. Well except for a particular yawner, but I'm trudging on, refusing to let him deter me.

The monsoons have set in, and it's a wonderful time of the year. Pleasant, lazy and extremely delightful. The earthy smell, the splashing water drops, colorful umbrellas and lots of hot spicy junk food. But I've recently discovered that people on a diet can enjoy the rains too. Just replace the chat with chai, and the samosa with a salad. Throw in a slow song or two, and aaah , heaven!!

Yesterday evening, it also made me feel as smug as a cheshire cat. I was travelling in the city and it started raining heavily. It is good to get drenched, but not while you are stuck in a traffic jam. I was happily seated in an auto and it gave me a few moments of evil pleasure to look at 2 poor souls waiting irritatedly in discomfort while the rain poured down their necks. Ha ha! sometimes sitting in a mud-splattered dirty auto is better than an insanely-expensive sexy looking, red shiny bike.

Call it fate, but at that exact moment, my ipod sang.. " ab ke saawan , aise barse..."

Pingg!

If you’ve spent a good time with someone, and have fond memories of them with you, talking to them can brighten up the darkest of your days....

After a horrendous local-train commute in scorching hot summer, having my toes stepped on by spiked heels of a wretched female, heckled by greedy auto guys, I reached office; and there I encountered a rude ill-mannered colleague. Tears of frustration were brimming in my eyes, when suddenly there was a ‘ping’ , and gmail flashed “Raghunath Sai says..”

My childhood buddy had pinged me just when I needed a friend. And then, for the first time that day, I smiled. As I continued to chat with my buddy-since-one-n-a-half-decade, the world was alright again.

timeless..

A lot of things will change in life.. We will grow apart, we’ll grow old, we’ll die, we’ll fade away..


But these bunch of happy kids in the pic will always be happy. Forever. In the pic.
They’ll all have a hand on their shoulder, reassuring them. They’ll be sitting in that goofy pose pretending to be a train, a train frozen in a mid-second before getting derailed. :P

Celebrating being young and care-free, celebrating the great outdoors, celebrating being together.

Temple or Tomb?

Taj mahal-

I lived in Agra for 3 years when I was a kid. Visited the Taj Mahal countless times, and every time it looked more beautiful, more awe-inspiring. I remember asking my mom if I could buy those tiny replicas of the wonderful monument they sold almost everywhere in Agra. Mom refused. “We can’t have a mausoleum in the house”, she said, with a frown on her face.

I agreed with the logic, mausoleums represent dead people, why would I want it in the house. Years later however, I found out that the beautiful Taj is not a mausoleum, and moreover, it was a temple!!

A temple for Lord Shiva, no less.
There was this book written by Prof.P.N. Oak.. who says there are a couple of locked rooms one of which has a beheaded statue of Lord Shiva, and points out the architectural motifs like ‘OM’ carved into the flowers and the pinnacle of the tomb shaped like a ‘kalash’.

for more information, check this link:

Taj Mahal

I wondered why this story didn’t come out and make huge news, especially in a country where every silly little thing becomes a breaking story. On the other hand, if this does become an issue, what are the repercussions going to be – another Babri masjid like bloodshed? Though it is outrageous that a temple was seized by force and turned into a tomb, is it worth fighting over something that happened centuries ago?

We’ll never know for sure whether it’s Tejo Mahalaya, the grand Hindu temple, or Taj Mahal , a Muslim queen’s tomb, but its beauty will forevermore be etched in the minds of humanity.

Temple.. tomb.. whatever.. best to let it remain in peace!

random

Vacuum: the place where emotions cease, ambition fades and dreams evaporate. Mind goes absolutely blank, nothing ever matters.
It happens when you can’t go forward on the path you’ve chosen for yourself. Your confidence shatters and you steps falter. And just before you fall, your brain commands you to stop. And your existence is suspended in the emptiness of the heart.

It’s not sorrow, nor depression on any sort… it’s just vacuum.

Human divinity

How can one person influence thousands of minds? Not for a day or a week, but enough to make crowds of people to devote their entire lives for a particular cause? Such astounding power can only be attributed to something divine.

For ages man had been in the quest to find the philosopher’s stone, the magical element which can turn metal into gold. Well, there walked among us for 86 years, a living manifestation of the philosopher’s stone- the man who could turn a normal heart into a heart of gold, a heart full of compassion and care. While some people were engaged in useless debates regarding his “miracles”, others recognized his greatest miracle- transforming people- into better human beings, who contributed to the betterment of mankind, through devotion, discipline and service.

The extra-ordinary nature of life he lived can be witnessed in the tears millions worldwide were shedding after he ceased to be. Even I, who was a skeptic until very recently, was deeply disturbed by the news. It’s not everyday that such a great soul visits this earth.

Hopefully, we all can imbibe a little of his preaching and message, and, in our little ways, help the world. Start living a clean, good life. Strive each day to become a better human being.

Klock.....tok- klock.......tok

How wide is the line which separates a fashionista from a geek? Are there any gaps in the line? Does that explain the set of us, who keep dancing on either side of it, from here to there?

I don’t wear make-up. Never get my hair “done” before going somewhere, except for that one disaster which left me looking like I was wearing a bad wig pasted flat across my scalp( in stark contrast to my wild messy tresses). I’ve been too lazy to bother about things like fashion and style.

However, things started changing sumwhere sometime. I started noticing the hot apparel, the gorgeous handbags, and the extra-ordinary hair-dos, when the exquisite creatures go klock-tok klock-tok in the malls. I started spending time ogling at the L’Oreal and Lakme stalls.Yea, been through these phases before. Random lipsticks and glosses and others shiny things bear testimony to this, lying discarded in my room, collecting dust, waiting for their inevitable destiny- the bin. And stilettos?, well.. my feet punish me cruelly if I ever dare to encase them in any sexy/beautiful high-heeled contraptions.

I was pulled into this mood again yesterday as I strolled around in a mall, waiting for a friend with whom I was to watch a movie. She was late by 45 mins, and while rambling, that sweet voice of shopping beckoned me again. But before the L’oreals or Pantaloons could lure me, a stronger voice called. If the former calls was pleasing, the latter one was a magnetic pull. Crossword… the magical land of books, the most delightful things on this planet.

And thus I went inside, wide-eyed, mesmerized and totally hooked.

Almost 40 mins later I left the place, carrying a bagful of books, which would not transform me from a bespectacled, plain-jane into a klock-tok fashionista, but would give me hours of happiness and escape into delightful little worlds.

Yes.. I’m a geek. Certified.