A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


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Stalemate

Yes, I dared.
To speak.
And more.
To act as well.
Upon them words.

Caught you unawares, I know.

Still, what matters
Is this.

Caught your eye.

Didn’t I just!

Your move, mate.

And see if I’m not
Prepared.

I’m game.

The game.

It quite devours. Does it not?

Done. Dusted. Or not.
And then we wonder
What the eff just happened!

11 February, 2017
Online, on traitorous thoughts of trivialities tending to tempt tantrums 😛
Go figure. 😛 

 

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Cycle Of Life

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Our aspirations are but fleeting clouds
Kissing hilltops of determination
To precipitate in the tiny droplets
Of endeavours, that
Run in rivulets of joy
And then nurture seds of hopes
Which rise up
Bloom and blossom into
More aspirations 🙂
 
25 December, 2015, after the magical experience of watching clouds drift, enroute to Nainu ❤
And this forms #magicalmornings MM#360 (Three sixty – a full circle – five more to go 🙂 )
27 December, 2015


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Life, one word/s at a time :)

Tag time. Onward with it, then.

A certain Cool Kamikaze Cat had tagged me in the comments section of one of the posts she had read. Now, mind you, you listen to Cats, and you love them, for what they are, and don’t be put off by any seemingly interesting attitudes they may express. They’re among the best of the good Lord’s creatures, right there beside our dogs 🙂 🙂

She popped by, after an interesting discsussion on FB about, well, what else, cats :P, and we made a connect. With cats and dogs it’s like that. No person on Earth is bad, if they love an animal. Especially cats and dogs 🙂 🙂

The link to the post, that she has done is given below. I’m going to twist it a bit. I have to. My mind refuses to think in one word, so… 😀 Will try and contain myself, if at all possible, to that single word. It’s a personal challenge, so let me see how I do. 😛

Life in one word – Fascinating!!!!!

Where is your cell phone?
Charging

Your hair?
Disappearing 😦

Your mother?
Tall (she’s 5’1″ 😀 )

Your father?
Hero

Your favorite food?
Garlic bread

Your dream last night?
None

Your favorite drink?
A shot of.. 😀

Your dream/goal?
Too many! :D

What room are you in?
An airy one 🙂

Your hobby?
Day dreaming

Your fear?
Loss

Where do you want to be in 6 years?
Here 🙂

Where were you last night?
In the arms of Morpheus 😛

Something that you aren’t?
Practical

Muffins?
Baked

Wish list item?
Books, loads of them

Where did you grow up?
Still not done, so cannot answer completely 😛

Last thing you did?
Drank

What are you wearing?
🙂

Your TV?
Quiet

Your pets?
Innumerable

Friends?
Awesome

Your life?
Bitter-sweet 🙂

Your mood?
Lazy

Missing someone?
And HOW!!! 😦

Vehicle?
Running 😀

Something you’re not wearing?
Attitude 😛

Your favorite store?
Around the corner 😀

Your favorite color?
Pink

When was the last time you laughed?
Now!

Last time you cried?
Morning

Your best friend?
Me

One place that you go to over and over?
Library

One person who emails me regularly?
😦

One person who calls me regularly?
Mom / Dad

Favorite place to eat?
In company of loved ones!

That felt nice. And though I did not give immediate answers, or entirely correct ones either :P, I had fun! Thanks Kamikaze (by the way, I had written something called “Kamikaze“, would you believe a few years back. Talk of Karma, talk of Destiny, talk of coincidences, which I have come to believe, are not at all. Meant to happen 🙂 )

The post is being done, as I have another tag to do, and ought to, in the meticulous way that I normally do not work, get it done according to the queue it is in 😀 :D. Also today being a hartal, hereabouts, I have the time! (I’d have made time for it anyway :D)

Now onward goes the tag. All those who’d like to do it, please use it, as I have done, for a rainy-day-blog-block input 😀 :D!

25 February, 2012


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Life…

…another four letter word, most times, these days.

Ok. Rant time. Reader discretion advised. 😀 I’m not, rather, in one my sanest of moments (which incidentally I am not, anyways, most times 😛 ), but now more than ever, I am questioning stuff; things I’ve somehow known would happen, would not happen, had hoped against hope would happen, or not; and of late life deals another blow, after all those blows it has, more often than not, been delivering anyway, regardless of its frequency or impropriety of occurance. I told you. I’m raving mad. Stark, whatever whatever. 

In nature things are so simple. You’re a deer, you run for your life, if you see a lion; if you’re a lion, you run to ensure you can keep running (story here in a prev. post) ; either way the lines, the laws, they are all so clear-cut. No insidious underhand subtle or overt plotting planning double-faced and stony faced (punctuation deliberately manhandled). But life for us so called intelligent superior humans, is just so complicated. Am reminded of Arjun telling me that he liked a particular line from “Bachna e Haseenon”, where Deepika says “Life utna hi complicated hai jitna hum banatein hain” (Life is as complicated as WE make it). She did not know persons like I know, or for that matter a lot of us know too :P. While I do understand where she’s coming from, when she says that, putting the onus upon oneself, to de-complicate stuff that is happening to you, there is this huge web of life that one is involved in, and if one is stuck on the sticky strands of the web, well like that proverbial spider, it quite overwhelms you. Life, I mean.

How does one explain that life does go on, to a rape victim, who is shattered? How?

How does one tell a parent who has lost a child that’s life, and one must look beyond? Where?

How can one assure a young woman/man whose eagerly awaited Valentine just made the final disappearance from his/her life, riding onward to the Heavens above,  and he/she being reminded each day of his/her absence/presence, is at a loss on how to move on? Life? Where do I stand? What do I do? I am asked.

How do I tell my friend who’s been preparing so hard for a particular something, and she’s been refused in the most unethical of ways, Hey, Listen up! Do you think it might be a godsend you know, this humiliation? Ah! the joys of having it said to your face, Oh, you’re not IT. When you know, I know, They know, very very differently!

And then there is suddenly the upside. The egg cracks, but gets cooked sunny side up. 😆

How life looks up, when one has been able to silence a marauding mob of opinionated egos;

Of how one is greeted with a silence that speaks volumes, that gives to one an invisible pat on the back 😀

Of how life gives you so much, and you find a bit of it in epiphany- a moment of communion, silent, mirthful, and entirely disrespectful, in a meeting??? 😆 😆 😆

And yes, how your child takes you by the hand, on the phone, and patiently tells you, explains to you, as if you were a child of three, how to go about engineering a mutiny? Oh the joy of it all! And aids and abets your wildest dreams of actually attempting to  execute it, sometime when the time is right, and the insanity has reached saturation point? The joy! The bliss!

You got it, dear readers. I have reached that state of nirvana, where I am fit to be certified. This post shall be the confirmation of it all, as I get incarcerated in some loony bin, pretty soon. Please do enquire as to what had happened to this dastardly mutineer if no posts are seen again on this space.

Insanely yours.
19 February, 2012.

Another upside. I actually got a post in, on yet another Sunday!