Thanks for the memories

I have lately started finding logic in almost everything around me and actually get irritated when I dont find it. Picked this habit from someone else but now it has become a way of my life. That is why , Thanks for the memories, my latest read failed to strike a cord with me. Although my search for logic has not made me a non-believer in fairy tales and with Cecila Ahren, I am prepared for a great treat of fairy tales. But Thanks for the memories tried to mix up science and imagination, which may sound quite cool right now since I am not being specific. But no , it was not. For the record let me mention that this does not mean that I didnot like the book because I always love Cecilia Ahren's sensitive writing. All her previous reads has unexplainable events which were perfectly acceptable to me. Lets start with her first novel P.S I l love you ...nothing really "fairy-tale" about this one actually. A dying husband writes some letters to his wife which are delivered to her one by one after his death hence keeping his memories and in a way,him,alive. It is a story of how the girl survives the death of her husband and tries hard to move on. Romantic, sad, moving and in parts draggy and boring. But, nevertheless, lovely!
The next book I read was "The Gift". Story of an overambitious man who gets some pills which makes it possible for him to be in two places at one time. Now! there is no explanation to it and sincerely it is not possible. But this book is so far my favourite Cecilia Ahren book. It has that fairy tale in the modern world thing to it which I always search for (even in my real life ...especially in my real life) Her sensitive writing again wins hands down.
Next: A place called here. This book is about a place called "Here". Story of a gardai (police officer in Ireland) who is obsessed and troubled by things getting mysteriously misplaced when you actually saw them 5 mins ago. All these things and people especially, who are lost under strange circumstances actually end up in a place called "here" She finds this place when she herself gets lost while jogging. Although quite an intriguing story, I didnot find it very interesting. However again I loved the concept.
Fourth book: If you could see me now. Another of my favourites. Unputdownable book. Children with imaginary friends. These "friends" are actually not imaginary and not even invisible. Its just that grown ups stop believing and hence are not able to see them any more. Cecilia spins a beautiful adult love story in this basically children oriented theme and does so amazingly well. The best part of this book was that the story reveals itself so slowly and smoothly and as a reader I could just go ...."ooohhh!! Its that way!!"
The fifth one was "The book of tomorrow" where the protagonist Tamara finds a diary which tells her the future. Tamara chooses to change and not to change some of it and hence finds out a lot about her life which were previously kept under wraps by her family.
It is said that fairy tales come to those who believe in them. I completely believe in them and give them a relief from my logical explanations. Actually what went wrong with "Thanks for the memories" is this: The explanations for the weird happenings in the story is not enough. I mean just transfusion of blood does not make that connection. Actually, with all the other books the events were totally fairy tale. It was kind of binary. 0 or 1. All or none. But this one took a perfectly normal happening of blood transfusion and converted it into a fairy tale touch story. Little disappointing. But I guess ...the last page ...oh the absolutely romantic last page of the book kind of covered up for the glitches and I closed the book with a smile.

I believe in God but not like everyone ...

While I sit in here surfing the net, my father is in the same room praying, singing bhajans. I some how feel a little guilty because I dont pray "per say" with my hands joined and all that. I dont remember the last time I visited a temple. Very truly speaking I dont get the "peace of mind" which people claim to obtain while they are in a temple. I mean I have visted the Gurudwara quite frequently in NOIDA and althouh it feels good , there is no inner peace kind of thing. I have never spoken this out loud even to myself and my parents also dont know about this. Actually nobody knows this fact about me --- I dont beilive in "Murti Pooja". Infact I figured this about myself some few days ago. Although it feels a little weird to have an altogether different sets of thought than most of the rest of the socity, I am happy that I have cleared this thing about myself to myself. But that really does not mean that I am a non beilever in God. I do very very strongly believe in Him. Its just that I dont think that standing in front of a statue would do me any good. I very firmly believe in Karma. I think that if I help a person and make him happy and change his life in even the most little way, thats my pooja. Thats my way way of bowing my head in front of God and thanking him for every little blessing He has showered on me. When I hurt someone, when somebody is upset because of me, thats when I am also hurting God. I fully realize that.When I have an exam or an interview, do i really need to stop by a temple?? Cant i just ask for God's blessings on the move? They say that God is omnipresent ...right? So that pretty much solves the problem.
I believe in You God and you know that. Only, for me, You are not in those statues or photographs, but you are that voice in my head who scold me everytime I fight with papa and keeps stinging me throughout the day when I use words like fuck!! You are the inspiration within me who tells me to help a needy and open an orphange. I respect life given by Him and thats the reason I dont eat non veg. I mean its not the dharma bhrasht thing or something. Its just that the idea of eating something (or body) after killing it is so repulsive. What about those people who kill animals, savour them and then claim to be devotees??
I have been faced with the jokes of being the most "non brahmin" among all my non brahmin friends. It pinched earlier, when I was not clear with my beliefs and thoughts. But, now .... not any more. Infact, maybe, after putting this in writing , I am making this more clear to myself.
I may not be lighting a diya, and not be knowing about the various tyohars (which according to some of my friends I must ...)but i know that the biggest prayer to God and the biggest way to Thank God is to be a good human being.
Now only if everyone was so intelligent as me ... ;)

I wish you were here ...

Wish you were here,
to share, to care,
to talk, to walk,
to hold my hands forever,
I wish you were here.

I wish you were here,
to fight , to console,
to hug, to hold,
to wipe my tears and stop my fears,
I wish you were here.

I wish you were here,
to stand by my side,
to promises abide,
to live our lives together,
I wish you were here.

I wish you were here,
through thicks and thins,
through losses and wins
through highs and lows
through friends and foes.
to say I love you dear,
I wish ...... you were here.

Menzz parlor ;)

Here i am! Writing my first blog from my cell! Kind of cool ( and tiring). Another thing special is that i am sitting at home, watching tv (yes man). Wat urged me to write this blog was these various ads asking men ... Emphasised MEN to take care of their skin and stuff. Now i know i shud not be sparing a thought to such a trivial matter. Not that i am old fashioned or something. Its just that we have all been conditioned to beilive that men dont really care about their looks and skin. So when you see something way so new, you become a little resistant. I mean i have no-oo problem with men caring about themselves. But it kind of becomes wierd. Like that day when i went for a head spa... There was this guy beside me who was getting his facial done. Although it was none of my business, but i could not help giggle a little. May be an end product would have been worth a dekko but i could have definitely spared the 'process'.
Having said that i would have to admit that i am a little drawn towards the 'chikna' kind of guys. My crush on Sahil (somebody from my ofc) and ali zafar (that pakistani singer) are a few examples. But then there being some extra 'chikna' is exactly the same reason which draws me away from them. I mean i like them but they kind of become a little girly. At the end of the day the rugged 'MAN' rocks superhot. Somebody who has a slight stubble, who loves sports, bike but is a gentleman. Somebody who has a class and a great smile. That would be kind of perfect. A perfect mix of metro and hetro ;-).
Alright! So men who like to spend their lesiure time in parlor ... Well!! No judgements being passed here. Your wish. I hope the poor mr.xyz out there, who has been sentenced to be with me for the rest of his and my life, is all that i hope for but keeps me out of his parlor schedule. May turn me off big time.;-)

The Immature Wishes!!

Here are a few of my wishes which I really wish to fulfill!

1) Wear a designer gown, look like a princess and walk down the stairs with everybody staring and gaping (in a good way ofcourse). Further walking on the red carpet and being photographed!!!

2) Visiting Disney land in the time of Christmas

3) Staying and enjoying the luxury of every greatest and elegant hotel in the world!

4) Becoming best friends to John Abraham

5) Being interviewed on National television for my achievements ofcourse preferably by KJO! ( I promise not to make fun of him)

6) Settling down in a breathtakingly beautiful hill station after retirement with my orphanage ofcourse!

7) Getting My dark Circles removed COMPLETELY and straighten my nose.

8) Living with the best of friends like the characters of F.R.I.E.N.D.S

9) Having a one to one with God so that I can patao him to make all the above wishes come true!!!!