Monday, August 27, 2007

Happy boys and Happy girls!!

Once upon a time a little girl with 2 little ponies on both sides built a castle by the sea shore.. she decorated her castle using sea shells and stones.. her younger sibling watched with awe how her sister was building up a pretty castle.. it was a perfect evening, the sun painting the sky crimson red with its rays.. The sea gulls flying across the horizon.

The kids waited to watch the sun drown into the sea..That usually marked their evening off at the beach.After tat they walked away holding the hands of their mom and dad. A happy sight, a happy family..

But wonder y.. the happiness never stays.. it always gets washed away like the castle on the beach..or may be its like the occasional rainbow which comes all of a sudden with the rains n then disappears without a trace.. however hard we try we cannot create a rainbow thru the sky we cannot..may be u can paint ur imagination with the 7 elegant colors of the rainbow.. I feel the same is with happiness.. u can only make urself believe ur happy, unless there really is a moment, a special blessed moment which renders you to be happy.. like the rainbow which adorns the sky, the instance when happiness adorns ur life.. But then its just for an instance..After a few hours or days it just vanishes..

I often wonder y should there be sadness at all.. wat bad is it if everyone in the world remains happy?? oh yes i know wat some of ur answers are goin to be.. without night there is no day.. u wont appreciate happiness if u dont know wat sadness is etc etc..But can one be truly happy?? or wat is a happy state?? It is of course relative and with each new achievement we have still innumerable things yet to be achieved.. may be greed or jealousy or some other emotion eats up a little bit of our happiness unknowingly.. But we r all not saints now are we??yet amidst all our stresses and strains we find means to be happy.. listening to a favourite song, grabbing an ice cream, talkin to a friend.. all this makes one happy.. but isn't it some way we just discovered to run away from our true state of sadness??Can't it be the other way round??Or is it only my thought??

let me hear it from you.. wat do u think is a happy state?? when will u fell that gosh.. now im truly happy.. without having to search for a means to pacify urself of being happy..

NB: - "Happy boys and Happy girls by aqua is one of my makes me feel happy songs!! hence the title for this post..:)"

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

the parade

The independence day celebrations in Dallas was too gud.. The event took place at lone star park,grand prairie(in pic) and the first few minutes of being there was pure ecstasy.. So many fellow Indians, clad in colourful costumes and speaking the familiar languages..

All the many stalls selling kurtis, chaat, and masala dosas.. woohoo.. for i moment it felt i was in India.. Never expected so many Indians there.. Sure, Dallas has the most number of Indians in US.. But witnessing it was truly a pleasure... but after a while i cud hear the Hindi music coming from the stage, which was not up to the mark.. The singers weren't very lively and so the crowd wasn't with them..

But soon the parade started and we marched off in that direction.. i have made a few friends here so we all were there as one big gang.. we kept hogging and the food kept all of us so busy the entire evening :) I had chikku kulfi after such a long time.. it brought back memories of the days when me n cousins used to pluck out chikku's directly from the tree at my granny's place.. sigh good old childhood..

Anyways, after that the fireworks started and we spread out sheets n mats on the ground and had a spectacular show in the sky lying down cosily thru the night.. It truly felt special celebrating independence day cos never had it seemed so important..Always it was the skits that we presented in school on the day or the patriotic songs we sang or the laddu which we got that used to hold the central attention in my mind.. But this one time, may be being away from my country made it all the more important for me and hence we made a concious effort to celebrate it..

On a different note i finished reading the Kite runner by Khaled Houssaini..The story is very much gripping and i did enjoy reading every page of it.. I had never wondered how life in Afghanistan would be and it was amazing to find it so vastly different that ours.. surely deserves the appreciation the author received, especially this one being his debut book.But at some point i did feel that the book has been a little over-hyped about..Or may be his second book is really too gud.. well i shud read that one too soon.. but surely "the kite runner" is a worth read for every human being..

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Bluff Master

The weekend was rocking with a late night DJ party, a bhajan mandali and an excellent card game of bluff. Those of you who do not know how to play it may find it a bit difficult to relate to my experience. but its easy to follow if u read thru the link..

We started this game with about 9-10 players.. All young, enthusiastic, bubbly and on the look out to catch each others bluff.. It was a hard time for the person whose turn it was to play, for he would be coaxed by all others to "call" the bluff of the previous player.. Now let me briefly tell u how it works.. In this game each player has equal number of cards and the person who gets to play can bluff about his cards.. (the cards are kept inverted) N if caught by the next person all the cards come to him n if the bluff call was false the person who called, has to take all the cards. N the winner is the person who finishes off all his/her cards.

My husband was playing it for the first time n he had a tough time deciding whther to call bluff or not when his turn came. n fortunately or not i was the one sitting before him. So he was subject to all the teasing saying he was being partial to me ;) all of course for fun alone.. It was a terrific evening with loads of laughter and a sumptous dinner after tat. But what made me post it in here is the lesson we learnt over this game of bluff..

It was plainly visible that all the other players tried to lure you into playing by wat they say. at times it was to call bluff at other times it was not to call bluff.. but they were all united. sumhow..

N that depended on just pulling each others leg or to confuse the person whohad to play. N in the end watever the result was whether the way you played turned in your favour or not, everybody laughed and you were the sole person affected by the whole thing.. That evening i learnt one small lesson.. the world is like that.. it always tries to lure you towards it.. trying to confuse you and to bestow its wishes upon you. for watever step you take, the world is not affected by it but its your life which changes by it.. It showed us the importance of deciding for one self.. How important it is not to be the football of others opinion..

Also here is wishing all my indian/pakistani readers a happy independence day!!

60 glorious years of indian independence!!

This video made my heart swell with pride for being an indian.. N i am really sad that im not in India :(

Anyways enjoy this video and Hail India!!! :)

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

I believe

Thanks for all ur comments on my previous post.. As they say time is the best healer.. the biggest of wounds are forgotten with time.. had read somewhere that if a woman cud remember how painful it was to have a child she wouldn't venture for it the next time.. :)
So yes as u all said.. that's life.. recently before i wrote my prev post i had written a post on life being the best gift. take a look at it here.
So, guess i let go of all the fears, anxiety n move on taking one day, one hr, one moment at a time.. And i am sure u all agree that at times the going gets tough.. and u need to give vent to ur feelings.. but now I'm composed.. thanks to all u wonderful people out there..
My RJ thingy has sprung up again.. they called me n asked if i cud do an Ad..i was all yes yes yes n so off i went driving 20 miles ;) N its the first time i was driving alone on freeways.. so it was exciting... N now my voice is getting broadcast over Dallas for 2 ads. one for an Indian grocery store and another for a furniture shop. cool na.. It will be really gr8 if i get tat job.. i will enjoy doing it rather than sit n talk to computers... ;) well ya so small things bringing joy and making life normal again..
well guess that's how it is and always will be we need to keep singing and dancing. as the show must go on... enjoy!!

Friday, August 3, 2007

puppet show

Yesterday i removed all the pictures i had put into orkut a socialising site from my profile and was subject to questions from many. one of my friend's asked me if i was scared about all the talks on photos being misused from the net. i said no, i wasn't scared of anyone or anything but God. I am really scared wat god has in store for us.. It is like a huge puppet show..
we can be hurt, sad, happy or wat not,but the show must go on.. the world just moves on..suddenly the puppet whom u were dancing beside is no more there.. The one who was holding ur hands has rage in his eyes for u.. You are such a dumb head.. don't even know wats going on.. but still u dance, sing and move on..
I keep thinking of the day when the curtain will fall and i will meet the big director.. wouldn't i have many questions to ask him.. oh yes i will.. but i only hope i wont be muted once i step out of the big dias..
extremist ideas are a pain to my brain.. one moment i feel god is a sadist but the other i feel the devil is putting such ideas into my head n in real god must be working real hard to take care of all his children.. the devil is the one who brings destruction and god is working overtime to mend and tend us..
aren't my ideas extremists?? well yes an overload of free time and stress.. i know i may sound crazy, but a lot of things are happening out here.. i dont think i can share it all on this blog but plz do pray for us.. i wish i cud go just go home , back to India.. sigh..
enjoy the puppet show readers!!!

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