Holi Bash

It is a tad too late to write a post on Holi i know. But this time was the best ever holi i have ever played with atleast 20 buckets of coloured water poured onto me and oodles and oodles of gulaal smeared on all of us. The only concern was my toddler shivering beside me with so much water splash and V had to take him back home .. The ladies were all soo fad in frenzy that the gents had to take the back stage managing the kids ;) With music playing from the car deck and one of my good freinds enjoying herself like mad it was a real mood booster.. I was all the more ecstatic when my sister dropped in with her friends with another load of brighter and cooler colours,just when our supplies had perished.Truely it was a day to remember..And the holi bash ended in a nice party with a couple of friends on the quite breezy balcony.. Quite a night to remember.. I am so thankful that we have so many festivities in India.. It is the best way to connect to people and invite over guests.. Otherwise the much planned getaways and kitties always end up only as plans that never materialise. So three cheers to the festival of colours!!

LoudLess

Is it really a thousand decibels or is it just my imagination souring.. Like a charged electron shooting up into the highest levels of activity , zigzag random threads called thoughts are always scrambling through my mind.. They say these threads too are charged with a + or a - there by being classified as positive or negative thoughts. From the Bhagavad Gita to the Robin Sharma, all preach of methods to control your negative thoughts.. Isn't that what "the secret" says too??
Its all about positivity, spreading the cheer, blah blah.. Sigh.. wish it were all as easy as it sounds..
But from all this i do agree to one thing.. Nothing is going to work out if u cry, or sulk or feel depressed. It is very logical that by doing all this you are simply wasting your own precious time. In short wasting the days of your life.
So well i guess once you know that one way is just dumb better to go the other way.. So even though its like easier said than done , that's the path which leads you to your goal, the bright one and the one you know you have to be on..
So spread positivity my dear friends..
Even though these words are not loud or shouting back at you to act, in the soft whisper of a thought , bring it on - P.O.S.I.T.I.V.I.T.Y.

i have realised the hard way - It is indeed a gift you deserve to give yourself, the much awaited holiday you yearn to take, the true path towards success.. tread on sweet positive thoughts and let the simle on your face linger on..

waiting for spring..

I remember the 9 months of courtship when my status message read "waiting for spring" It was indeed winter when i first put up this status message.. but the spring which arrived in august could not help me change my tag line.. For my fiance vasant (spring) was the one i was waiting for and he arrived only in november..



Those 9 months passed by in a jiffy.. I had friends and fun and frolic to keep me counting..But this time when i say waiting for spring.. the whole month just seems to be spreading onto eternity.. With a whole house , a toddler and a mother in law to keep me going.. i sure can rightfully say the going does get tough..



So this time when spring comes back and thankfully he is landing tomorrow, i'm making him swear not to go again to our long lost US for many many months to come atleast ;) And as a mother of a two year old cute cuddly boy, the best way to get things my way is to just let my cutie pie repeat the lines for me ;) Now isnt that a smart way :)



While talking about waiting and all that i feel like putting up one of my favourite songs by green day "Wake me up when september ends"



Enjoy!!

Wordless Wednesday - Bicycles enjoying the view

V day post.

The news was all around. There was indeed a pink envelope in the the head masters hand..

And her wildest dreams had true..

It did hold her name and there were boys and girls all giggling at her as she walked by.She held her head down in shame for no sin committed in her name. but still the trauma had begun. Someone had sent her a valentines day card and instead of blushing in glee she was embarrassed in shame. Her friends patted her, and pacified her. Its okay they said. We will find out who sent it.. As if it was a supari in her name. As she reached the head master - He just flung the card at her face and in his baritone voice he said " don't repeat this." and walked away.

She took the card in her hands.. There were lines in Greek or Latin. She couldn't make head or tail.She was the laughing stalk of her whole class now..Love had become a bane.She quietly went back to her class.. and crushed the note that she wanted to give to him at last..

Now the laughing stock of the class that she was, she couldn't find the courage to ask him out.

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It was 4 am in the morning... And she lay awake waiting for his message.. He was very slow at typing.. But each word he said was worth a thousand smiles for her.. And thus she waited in vain.. It was blissful listening to the pouring rain.. Sleeping off in between dreaming of your man, waking up to find his message. They were mature now.. Both working and in their early twenties.. It was a call they had to take.. whether to proceed or to shy away.. And like the sms that she awaits, she waited for years for him to say, till it was of course too late..

Not only that she had a family at stake.. So did he whose thoughts were on her lines and so they did just sacrifice..

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It was a smile to kill for and she toiled hard to find one good reason to get away.. Finally the smile did its trick and she was slain..bent her head as he garlanded her in front of the sacred fire and they became man and wife like all desired.

Though there was no platinum ring, or a train that closed you in(or out) to tell her that she loved the man she had wed, she knew they were made for each other. The silent kisses and the assured smiles told her she was in the safest of hands.. She blissfully slept with her head on his chest and clutched him like a teddy bear.

This is the page the story now holds, waiting to see what next unfolds..

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Once again

Its really inspiring to know that people you know are writing for newspapers and other publishing media.. Two years back i had thoughts on those lines too which well never really materialised. I was in the hurry to get back my lost career in the corporate world and then started juggling between work and a new born baby.. Now i think that life's a little more sturdy and I'm out again looking out for some fun.

The new society complex that we are part of is really a nice one and there are quite a few ladies with whom I've really hit off well with.. Though the concept of making new friends after collage/ your first job still seems a herculean task for me until your really lucky or okay that good, it doesn't really sadden me now.I think finally im mature enugh (Yes i see an important age threshold fast approaching me ) But I still do miss my old friends and gang a lot..

And taking my son in the evenings to the garden is really something i look up to towards of the end of the day.

Though this valentines day again my valentine is not around (as on most important days) i don't feel like cribbing or sulking.. There are positive vibes around.. and i so wnat to make them stay.

I have completed my collage - the pic from where i did it is attached and looking forward to framing it.

Also looking forward to writing at least once in a while on this less trodden path called " dreamgalz nest" :) I hope i get enough motivation.. Till then.. CIAO

Hello World - we meet again

December 11 2008 is the day i publish my last post..

There is no reason why i stopped.. And no reason why today my fingers have started typing on this page again..

The last 2 years have taught me many lessons.. and i got my youngest teacher - my baby , my son - vedant.He is 1and a half years old now.

There is no scale to measure the change brought about in a human being.. But changed i surely have . For today when i happend to read my previous posts and the comments i received for them, i was kind of surprised myself.

Well that exactly was the intent of me stating to blog; with the hopes that when i read them after many years it would flood my heart with sweet old memories..

I do not know if my old readers would be here somwhere in this virtual world of friendship that we created.. But i would be very much delighted if you happen to read this and post in a quick hello to me :)

And this is "hello world" all over again for me..