Tag: musings


Memory is a fragile thing. Memories – a tenuous affair

You want to hold it close and sheltered within the walls of that skeletal structure looming over your shoulders.

You do too. Voluntary, involuntary.

But, then it has its own way of escaping, it slips out of the bounds and becomes the gentle air, floats around you, engulfs you. It’s like that wine, matured over the years, reeling your senses into the realm where unreal is more real.

Do you want to lose yourself? Do you even have a choice?


IMG_6742She is growing up so fast, the questions she asks baffle me, amuse me and push me out of my comfort zone even.

She is at an age where I can’t tell her, “Baby, you are too young to understand this.”  Or, “baby, you are old enough to understand this.” These contradictory statements I shuffle in between from time to time confuses her and she retorts and resorts to being pouty whole day.

Few days back we went to see this flick, Bareilly Ki Barfi where a prospective groom asks the girl, “are you virgin?” and, I knew it, darn it man the second the dialogue was over, Miss Curiosity popped hers, “what is virgin?” Bite me! Kill me! And, RIP me already.

I took a deep breath and replied as much as I could, “Baby, Virgin means being young, okay?”

Miss Curiosity: Is she?

Mommy-at-the-end-of-the-tether: Yes, of course she is.

Miss Curiosity: I can also see that, why is he asking her this silly question then?

Mommy-at-the-end-of-the-tether: Yeah, well see darling, movies is all about being silly stuff, just entertainment.

Miss Curiosity: Why is she not asking him, is he virgin or not?

Now, I can see the little feminist rearing her head already, I looked around in darkness to check who else is being audience to our little tête-à-tête. Couldn’t figure out much though.

And blast me, I didn’t think before replying and told her, baby, I think he is not virgin.

Miss Curiosity: Ma, he is young too.

I looked pleadingly at my husband, but he was so engrossed gawking at Kriti Sanon (the actress whose virginity in the character she played is in question).

Finally, the scene changed and I could take a breather.

Miss Curiosity is just 6 year’s old and she has tendency to pick all those nasty words from the conversations floating around her. It’s becoming difficult now to excuse myself from explaining her everything.

I liked the movie, irrespective of the rapid-fire between Miss Curiosity and myself. Indian moviemakers are really doing a great job making such fun to watch movies. Light-hearted, more naturalistic, less-drama-to-ingest kind of films.



Life is Interesting

People come and go by. They just keep coming. They always go. Some stay back. Some do not even bother to look back. One is being adored, the other being abhorred. One being loved and the other being hated to the brink of raving madness…
Met many, known few. Seen many, felt few.
To few these eyes know, to some more these ears understand, and to one this soul responds.
Life is a mosaic of patterns stitched here stuck there and of these all, one patch is me. Me – with no impressive name and no significant objective in life yet, I live somewhere in the myriad folds of this beautiful pattern of umpteen beings with the same flesh and blood and yet different names to call with.

I have this little viewfinder lodged in the eyes of my mind which makes me look at the world in different perspective. I don't see good and bad, I just find people, people driven by their ideas, moods, emotions, greed, motives. There are variety of emotions and feelings in play. And, I find everything so wonderful. I'm always amazed at every new discovery which I stumble upon almost everyday about everything that surrounds me.

So, yes, when I say life is interesting, I really mean, it has always been interesting to me.