The Shell

The shell is an outer hard protective layer into which the being retreats when it detects a threat. Threat here encapsulates all beings/instances that bear a negative impact on the being or has the potential to eliminate it. The shell consists of a HARD layer that damages/bruises/destroys anything that comes into contact with it. An additional tactic to the shell is the pungent sickly smell. In short, once the defenses are laid and are not removed until safe, then you'd better have a good enough reason to even try and pry it open.

The Long Road Home

Writing is hard..probably the hardest exercise to undertake. And yet the most rewarding. Were I to visualize writing, then I'd circle back to that scene from a Harry Potter film where Albus Dumbledore pulls out a memory to view it into a Pensieve. The only difference being, the silver strand representing a memory in the film, is in this case, a thought/an idea waiting to happen.  The pensieve also represents a book where you put all your thoughts together and view the ultimate results as a book.
I have undertaken the writing of a story., I won't be ambitious and state its a book as then I am setting impossible standards. I'd rather just state it's a story that is leading me on to an end. And whether it will be, a book or a mere few pages of writing, is still left to be seen.
What got me started was a constant feeling of urgency I experienced over a past few weeks. Completely unrelated to anything and everything I was doing in my life. Now I am a girl with instincts and signs. A small revision revealed that suddenly I was surrounded by phrases and people asking me or talking about my writing and my plans to write ahead. If I had to do a finger count, the tops clock in at 7. That number in a space of 3 days is a sign.Sounds mushy or too romantic a view of life? Well, no harm done as long as its all good and works to advantage. So I have embarked on my journey to writer-dom! :D It's a little scary and yet exciting.
And thankfully the nagging sense of urgency stopped ever since I have picked up the pen, or to specify my BlackBerry, on my story. My BlackBerry is where I am penning it down. Makes it easier to work on the go minus a laptop or netbook.
However, writing is proving to be a mammoth task. Especially for someone like myself who is too easily distracted. But then I am also known to be determined (thank god, whew!). And largely, I have to thank @Berkun who had some practical advice for all aspiring writers. His best advice? Write something, anything, everyday. Trust me, if you are planning to write and need a little shove, then you better visit his online world here :) Yes I love you too. You are welcome :)
I have written an entire chapter in 3 days thanks to him :O . Yup, even I can't believe it! *pat on the back* :)
Anyways, so I will b sharing my work with you in the future sometime soon (hopefully) for feedback :) Until then keep the intelligence dripping.
The long road home has well and truly begun! :)

Beautiful Ghazals by Ghazal Samrat Jagjit Singh

Two of my favourite ghazals by the the best singer I have ever heard! The 1st one I just discovered two days back while the 2nd one is my ever-green favourite by him.

RIP Jagjit Singh :(

The maestro does a brilliant work of very effortlessly blending different ghazals on the same melody!

Will soon share a post on Jagjit Singh and his amazing ghazals. Until then, must-hear the below :) I promise you will love them :)

The Climb

The word is out. Officially that is.

Higher up the ladder. The climb a haze.

Surprisingly unrevealing. 

Or maybe the surprises were overlooked.

Or just maybe, the surprises come next.

Bleh. Wait and watch love.

Truth be told. Lessons travel another road.

People-meet and people-turn.

The bubble contracts. The bubble expands.

The intermingling not like before.

Much adventure in the single straight line.

The much-new experience yet ragingly familiar.

A much-needed solace or a much-needed furor.

Too much of much?

Tut tut.

World larger and never-ending.

Over the top, a minuscule ant walking back and forth.

Much ado about nothing.

We take too seriously.

Hmmm. Bleh.

Tweedle-dee. Tweedle-dum.

The applause flattering.

The mirror stands unrelenting.

Truth, again, be told. 

Lot left to be covered.

The turn.  Shining golden to the eye.

To my eye. Not yours.

Of yours, matters less.

Of mine, more.

The scale my own.

To be above my old.

The rest? Lets just let it unfold. 

The path leads.

With each, carry your own.

The rising sun.

The eyes steady and strong.

The statement is all.

But statement, nevertheless, to yourself, your own.

To-Do's

So it's been a hectic few weeks. And I haven't been blogging as often and as honestly as I would like to. But now I will do that more. And along with that, I also decided that I will get started on few other things as well. All in all, I want to get started on what I have always wanted to do and learn. Just n case, tomorrow never comes. :) So keep watching this space as I bring  few more surprises your way :) 

Like no other

Atlast I stand outside.

My senses wreaking havoc.

My arms raised. My face raised.

Waiting. Anticipating.

The mind saying, chanting. Now.

The breath quickens.

My fingers open and close. Trembling in their moves.

In a moment captured the touch and feel.

My lips part.

Rapture awaited.

I inhale deeply.

Come now.

The agony of waiting before fulfillment.

Eeons past forgotten in a jiffy.

Anticipation.

And then the scalding touch falls down.

Burning trail.

Absorbing. Igniting.

Truth be told.

I am lost.

Can manna intensify the hunger?

I stand with palms open.

Welcoming the scalding touch. Scorching Drops.

Like no other.

The rain. My beloved.

My soul. Talking.

To the beloved.

To Heaven and Back

(My kind of heaven)

And I am back.

From the hills.

Glorious. Ominous.

Is that beauty?

Bleh.

The green, the blue and the brown.
The brown.
The one of earth and me.

The journey was long-awaited.
Well-sated.

The soul burped.

Like a baby after the feed.

Grins*

And such was playtime.
In circles went the mountains, rivers and me.

The me. Little and alive.

The rush.

The breeze tousled my hair. Gently leading on.

Waterfalls. Aah and so the water falls.
On the rocks.
On me.

All in the hidden.

Crisscross muddy paths.
Lines seeping over.
Boundaries laid or boundaries broken?

The palm of the mountain.

The palm of my hand.

Entwined?

Bleh.

Let the astrologers read.
Double Bleh.

I'm trying to remember.

The rain beats on. In my head.

Rain lives inside.

The water and the wind.

I swim and I swing.

And off I fly. With my feet on the ground.

The magic is still there.

So I retreat to the mountains.

Eight years. Interwoven.

Eyes tight shut.

The me's unravelled and unleashed.

In a dream.

Rowing a boat. Flying the self. Riding the tide. Fighting the tide.

Fingers dipped in the river. Watching the battle unfold.

When the tired is defeated, so begins the dialogue.

Hear hear. The words tumble forth.

However lost unless caught.

Let's them not repeat.

And that's how I leave.

Or is that how I start?

From the foot of the hills, I carry the treasure chest.

The lights shimmer. Lamps burning.

The words glimmer. Gemstones beaming.

In dips the hand to clasp.

The breeze comes again. To see me. To be.

Holding hands.

The footsteps return. But I have left the heart behind.

To beckon. To call.

From over and beyond.

Of Heartbeats and Travelling!

I want to write..

Just to write.

So I travel inside. To bring it all out.

Little words. Big words. Just words.

A thought. A moment.

And they sing. I hear the chorus.

Catch me if you can.

Tug. Tug. Tug tug.

Come out you.

That phrase. Circling in my head.

What to pick. How to choose.

Let it out. Let it loose.

Bleh.

Life is now simpler. Less people but more that matter.

Decluttered.

And I look inside some more.

It's an attic. Fun.

Relationships. Not many but important.

That's good.

Work is there too.

And smiles by the billion. Dazzling every nook and corner.

I love smiles. And the smileys too :)

I want a big pendant of a smiley face.

My insignia.

And so I want.

Want. Want.

Want. Want. Want.

Blehh.

Time to get moving. I leave my attic now.

I want to travel across India.

The chaos is soothing. Like rivers of colours running down a white canvas.

Where one starts. Where one ends. Intermingling. Just like love.

Love is not love until you act it out.

I read that on a blog today.

So true.

My heart jumps.

So it agrees.

Come on little missy. Jump some more. I like to hear you talking to me.

Its quiet now.

Maybe waiting for the lover.

Aah the smile's here again. Then some more butterflies. And the heart jumps again. Hmmm.

Maybe lover is the alarm clock.

Hmmm.

But remember to beat little missy.

Seperation. Funny thing it is. But hard too.

To the uninitiated. I wish you none.

You notice not now. And yet you do.

Chaos. Like the rivers of colours.

Heart beats. Butterflies flutter.

Should name them maybe.

Easier to play.

*See-saw*

*Flutter Flutter*

Musing Meandering Mind

It's been a week.
To what? I don't know.
But the words reverberate in my head.
My mind captured something but I don't want to know.
I have the memory of a goldfish.
Thanks to my wandering mind.
It's my butterfly,my gypsy.
And I curb it not.
The perils of have-to's! The joys of want-to's!
Let it wander. Let it be free. It's me.
Aah the familiarity of unpredictability.
There are people around.
And I am lost in my mind as always.
People have an effect on me.
I read them. Not to judge.
Just curious.
Interesting beings.
I respond to them in a certain way.
They call it first impressions alright.
I just know its hard to change a response to them.
I live in my head. The bubble as it is.
But a pretty bubble at that.
Introvert? Yes.
Rejecting of others? No.
Its raining.
And the road beckons.
Blue came on board today.
Sweet. See me in her.
The me that is. The me that could be.
Parallel lives. Parallel beings.
Its July already. Time flies.
Spoke to Twinnie today. Another soulmate.
I am surrounded by them.
Just wiser versions. I have to be polished.
And I will be.
In time and on time.
So says my instinct.
I am a girl with instincts. They lead me right.
Always. Whispers the little me inside.
So until then, I will enjoy.
I will not hurry.
Serendipity. My favourite word.
So true. so free.
Ultimately it always happens right.
Aah but the familiar itch.
I have a soul with wheels or wings.Call it what you may.
And it is itching to go.
Where? Only the soul knows.
The road beckons. The soul shows.
But I have it on a leash. For a while.
And so we fight. For a while.
I stare at the screen. Are these my words? Guess so.
Words.
How I love them. Numbers have me lost. Blinded.
Beautiful words. They sate me like no other.
Tell me a story, a song, a thought. I'm hooked.
For life.
Like to the lover.
For life.
Lover. What's there?
A smile. Happy.
The meet has to wait. As it only has to.
The words are back. Pearls around the soul.
Sigh.
The soul tugs. To fly. To wander.
And let it go I must.
For it to return.
For me to return.

The Power of Words!!

I have always believed that one needs to be careful with their words. Which is why I am a stickler for language. But today I saw a video which, if you believe it, drives the point home even better. I am not sure if you're aware of Dr. Emoto. I'll be the first one to admit I had no clue who he was. But then casual web surfing does have its benefits :)


You'd be wondering who Dr. Emoto is and why is he important? Well, two things make him important- Water and Words!

To elaborate, Dr. Emoto states that our words have an effect on everything including water. And since water makes up for 70% of our bodies, the easiest way way to have a great day is to combine water with positive words! So if you want to feel good and have a positive day, then you need to watch your words. A simple non-expensive way to have a great day is to mark your water bottle with positive words (e.g. Love, Gratitude) and to utter those words each time before you take a sip. The theory here being that everything is energy, especially water. In short, the intent matters. Now I, for one, see no harm in trying it out! And nor should anyone else. What have you got to lose, except for 2 seconds of scribbling across a bottle!

If you don't believe me, then why don't you watch the video below. If convinced, then give it a try. Even if not convinced, try it out for 3 days at least (sincerely) and then discard the idea. Never give up without trying! The experience is always worth it. :) Oh and to know more about Dr Emoto, click here.