An enchanting tale

Yeah so you got your blogger on ha... you are writing again??

Yes, that's what I think rather that's what I feel!!

Good then, let's start what's the start? How are you beginning...

'Amidst the dark jungles, she wandered lonely and desperate to know where was that magical cave...

The ancient cave Thalabis had hidden many treasures in her chest. The glistening stream and the thick forest were the guardians who hid all the mysteries of life, temporal transition called death and life after death.

It was here, in this mighty jungle that Princess Tahira wandered...

And wandered....'

That was good what happened??

Block ;)

Mind and Body

It was my brother’s birthday on 10^th of April and I tried to be a very good sister. So the list had had two cakes, one gift and probably flowers!

Flowers? Yes, he hates them and I love them and sometimes it’s just great to irritate siblings especially on a special day like a birthday.

The day before the actual birthday started with cakes. I wanted two cakes- one fruit and one chocolate and it took two hours to organise the cake. ‘Gluttony, we sometimes dance on thy tune!’

Everything was organised by 10. The magic candles, snow spray, glitters (he hates it and I love it) and the cakes.

I took the cake with me in my room and I thought I should lie down as I had two more hours to surprise him (I had a doubt if he would be surprised, yes with the snow spray, he would be)

Poor body was dead tired with the running around, while the mind was high. Who was strongest the mind or the body? And doesn’t the mind ultimately need the body ‘to act’?

I slept till 1 a.m. and then came out of my room with cake! Poor brother was really surprised that I woke up and I got the answer none is strong.

Neither the mind nor the body...they are just inter-dependent ;)  

Plain Chatting

Suddenly MMRDA and BMC realised that they needed a clean and green Mumbai and suddenly dividers had small plants and green grasses with ads of malls and townships.

‘Was that strange?’

‘No’

‘Was it mean?’

‘No’

‘Ironical?’

‘No, just practical’

So here was I walking again on the road and thankfully not chatting. I was all alone.

I was happy to see some green if not in the parks then on the road dividers. Each tiny leaf glistened in the faint orange light of the rising sun. The city becomes a quite rustic girl in the morning.

Two ladies, I saw two ladies sitting on those beautified dividers and what were they doing? Chatting, of course. Have we forgotten the chaupal tradition, where the folks would chat, laugh and discuss all things in this world and the next, if there is any?

Chatting on chaupal acted as a stress buster. These two ladies who thought the dividers were gardens told me how important it is to talk and socialise and some aspects of our folk India do enrich our life, a lot.      

You know you are a gal when

You know you are a gal when:

• When you are starving and you are still bothered about inches

• When you use an overcoat, in the auto rickshaw to shield your legs from peeping bikers

• When you face those monthly mood swings and lows

• When you think about shopping before the salary cheque arrives

• Entire world is bothered about ‘The Suitable Boy’ and a ‘A Great Indian Wedding’

• When you carry a mirror and perfume ‘always’  

• When you tend to be self-obsessed (at least some think so)