joy of giving!

I saw today, a notice in my college,…

It says “donate clothes”

I say to my friend… I have got many old….

I went back to my room …

Pulled out a carton..

Full of old stuff!, full of old stuff

As I clean from it a layer of dust..

And open it up…

I see my rusted medals…

I see the blurred memories…

The fights that turned into battles…

Those smiles… that talked more than words..

Those picnics as eventful as anything !

Those friendships that I cherish the most….

Those enemies that made life more fun….

Those enemies who became best – of – friends!

Those silly things I thought were a matter of life and death….

Those important things that I just let rest!

After these medals and pictures…

I almost forgot …the reason I’d been there…

I saw some old torn socks …

Which somehow.. I thought were my lucky ones!

The stitching marks on the same…

From my granny’s stitching machine…..

Then… my eyes rolled on to the old school dress…

The shirt torn near the armpit… the tunic tht was full of dirt…

Those uncountable stories attached to them….

All flashed in front of my eyes right then…

Then I got that white school dress that had turned brown …

With all those stains … of mud, dirt… and …..

memories at their best..

Then came that “agni house” uniform…

That badge of the asst. leader carrying my name…

That sense of pride it left me with…

I wish I could describe that….

Then my favorite trousers….

Worn them to all the places possible..

That trendy fluorescent t-shirt…

Aaah! What memories crawled down my mind…

More cartons, more memories… to unfold were waiting there…!

When a voice brought me back to the present!

Maa calling out “come for dinner, ts late”...

As I got up…I found my eyes full of tears …

And my heart too sobbed a lil…

Thinking of those days care free…

When home – work was my only tension!

And lil gifts and holidays my only dream…

But I accept growing up!

I love my life now as well…

But… at times a drive with memories down the past…

Isn’t that bad for the heart……….

Next day when my friends asked “what did u get for donation??” all I could say.. was memories and some inspiration!

 I said u may call me crazy but….. I can only give up what I own… and those memories… are something I share with a lot of people.. so, I gave half of my pocket money instead and kept my memories intact!

It was I know just an excuse…… may be Its time to let go!, said somebody in my heart! So, I decided to give them up!

I gave my old clothes to the needy ones! For they could become memories… of somebody new now… to mean as much to someone else.. as they mean to me now! 

stories of the clouds...

The blue skies, the clouds

The clear water.. the trees..

I just don’t know how…

 I feel like..

I’m in love with all of theses..

Is it my childhood passion.. or has it been a dream?

Is it what I’m in love with or… maybe some way to scream..

Today I saw clouds..

Beautiful in the sky..

I couldn’t help but notice.. they followed a beauty , a structure …

First.. I saw a bird.. Flying away from something..

Like a life emerging from different clouds of darkness…

Like it has a destination to reach,..

Like… it has a passion to reach…

I fell in love with the bird…

Thought it could be me..

Free.. Passionate..Emerging out of all darkness…

Then I noticed another bird… it was may be… reaching out to me…

I saw the whole world around looking at us..

As if… waiting for something to happen…

 I loved the feeling…

I loved it too much..

Then I saw what no one could…

Both of us too desperate to meet…

Just that Mine was visible… unlike his…

Then.. I flipped my wings too hard.. too hard that they wore out!

Almost lost all my strength..

Almost blacked out..

Then.. I saw another bird.. and he was followed by many..

Then my heart sank a bit to pump up again..

And realize…

Everyone is on a flight to reach something they think..

But it is not necessarily where they reach….

We all are meant to fly.. unclip all the clipped wings…

Coz.. when I thought I wore them out… I just had them clipped.

I don’t know.. who he was.. I don’t know who they are…

may be.. am still on, a search of my own heart…

But what I know now is…

That the whole world is just one bird…

Flying to reach somewhere.. where?

No one knows….

We all are a part of the whole..

We all are a bit of that flight…

We just need to know… where and how we fit in…

What can make our soul smile…

Where our passion leads!!

Where our passion leads….

Where we’re meant to be..

Where we’d love to be…

:)

At times...

At times…

Its okay to cry,

Its fine to crib

Its cool to scream…

At times..

We need to pamper ourselves more than anyone else

We need to make us look, feel and be made to feel beautiful…

We need to fall in love with ourselves, to know that the world would oneday do the same..

At times…

Its fine to kindle the spirits of a child in the heart…Being a big girl

Its fine to stop listening and start talking..

Its fine to over react, to say what comes to our hearts..

At times…

Its important to break down.. to get up again

Its important to cry our eyes out to drench out the pain..

Its important to hurt to finally get over old wounds!

At times… everything is allowed!

But only ;) at times…

letting go???

this is the story of a girl who i met, she was all into love with a guy, she loved her life with him, it had a new definition... she LIVED like a free bird.. removing all the clutches from her wings! but then.. she realized the guy doesn't love her anymore.. so, she set him free... this time the story didn't have a happy ending .... he didn't return..



tumko paaya tha...
jaane kab khud hi kho gayi..
tumse jeena sekha tha...
jaane kab... tum hi zindagii bann gaye
tumse pyaar kiya.. tumse,
wo pyaar jaane kyun, wo ehsaas kho sa gaya...
phir socha tumhe jaane doon..
udne doon un ansmaanon mein..
paar ho jaane doon mere daire se... kahin door..

gar wapas aate ho tum to ho mere..
jo naa aa paaye jo jaane kya?

socha tha panchi ho..
udd k ghar hi aaoge
maan mein wo vishwaas tha..
k laut kar aa hi jaoge!
jaane bhi isisliye de paayi thi...
k wapas aa jao tum yahin...
par panchi samajh k bhool kar dii..
nikle tum gubbare hi....

ab jo gaye to aaye hi nahi...

ye kehna galat hoga.. k the hi nahi mere layak tum..
par.. ye zaroor kahungi main...
samajh hi naa paayi thi mai tumhe!

aaur ab jab koi patanga kabhi,
choo lega mere mann ko..
zaraa katraungi main..
seham si jaungi mai...
par ab kisiko utna.. apnaa
shayad hi bana paungi mai...

rains....

I love u when I’m happy..

I love u when I’m sad…

I love u when its crazy …

I love u  when its bad..

I love u when u love me..

I love u  when u don’t

 I love u when u’re around… I love u more when u ‘re not…

I love to feel ur touch on my face…

I love to talk to u…

I love to keep telling ppl… what they love so much is all mine…

And… I love to tell u tht I love u oh my mr. divine….

:*

A happy lover…

libertad

well what we all call it today is a free country a free nation. a free state for us...
bu we do for get to mention..
"free from Britishers" coz,
we still ain't free, we are under chains of what ppl call
"the unwritten rules of society"
as evident, they are unwritten,
so, every passerby adds or deletes any rule into these so called "rules"
and then.. all we are expected to do.. is to stand still and abide by
if we ask why?? we could lose our tongues, if we question who?? we could lose our lives..
we know its we who made this society, its for us that this world is.. we too have a life. we say we too know ambitions, we say.. we too have dreams...

they say, its wrong that "u " say at all..
they talk logic.. until they know u can't win, then all they know is u are not authorized to speak!?
wat did we kill in u for u that u say we don't deserve u!
wat wrong did we do, if we just asked for something new..
some changes to make it better, some changes to make life livable!
but what is sooo awkward is that why do these rules only point to women!
why are girls blamed for every crime,
why the hell can't these people take it for once that a girl like that of a guy has all the same rights, and all the same feelings...
why is a girl asked if she has been raped"kyaa pehen ke gayi thi bahar jo rape kar dala kisine ??"
or, "zaroor ladki k hi lakshan kharap honge tabhi to rape hua, tali ek haath se thodi hi bajti hai??"
WTF!
can't this worldd for once accept that a guy is at 100% fault!
y?? y does it become so difficult for people to sink this in???

if a guy dates 10 girls at a time... toh ppl say,
abhi nahi to kya budhape mein karega ye sab??
but at the same home if a girl dares to fall in love, so,
she becomes the "miss batchalan"!
we say things are changing for the good! but what i see.. is more an more masks , more and more anger and more and more pathetic conditions for women!
coz what people were, they said the same befor in public, but now this hideous attitude invites all sorts of never expected crimes !

i say a self-proclaimed orthodox is way better than a masked one, who say to the world,
ooh... i'm all modern.. but inside every drop of his blood, every cell in his body screams of conservatism and orthodoxy.
i say, these group of idiots are the hugest cowards and what we call in Hindi "CHAKKAS" !

these people who wear the masks of all suited up! social activists and then all they think about is "how they could keep n eye on their wives, how they can't let their  daughters be independent, that how they can't even stand the idea of females being anything but their subordinates

all we can do is stay stubborn , stick to what we feel , stick to our demands and feel this , live this life in our own  way than feeling bad about what the world might think!
coz as we feel free, we are a step closer to  free!!!
so, if we say we are free only then lives can be better or at least we can expect something better !

LIBERTAD!