Count your blessings

Count your blessings. This is something I always say. I might forget it at times. But then something or the other happens to remind me of this and I begin to count my blessings once more.

That is something that happened to me the day before. I was casually discussing the weekend that was with one of my friends when she mentioned that she is very sad every year during Rakshabandhan because she has no brother. I casually mentioned, what about cousins and she shook her head. That’s when I realized how lucky I was to have a younger brother, who by the general standards of younger brothers qualifies to be an angel! And over the years, having gotten so used to celebrating Rakhabandhan and Bhaidooj, I kind of forgot the significance of it. The fact that we are able to celebrate this occasion is every year is a big big thing. Thank God for that. Even bigger is the fact that we have been celebrating it together every year for the last two decades. Touchwood!!!! I counted my blessings that day and thanked God from the bottom of my heart. I also silently thanked my friend who made me realize about this blessing, something I had begun taking for granted.

 I pray that all of us never forget the small blessings we have…

Sense

There comes a time when you the stars in your eyes fade away, when logic and common sense take over heady emotions. Sometimes it happens on its own accord, sometimes you have to force yourself to do it. With me, it’s the latter. By jove, its tough. Will I skim through it? I hope I do…

Wierd…

Ever felt like the world is crumbling around you? I’m sure you must have…

But ever felt light-hearted at a time like that? Strangely enough, I have….!

Weird, did you say? Yeah, weird is the word. I am weird… very, very weird. Coz even at the saddest of times, and especially at the saddest of times, I hear music inside my head. Correction, I hear songs inside my head. Music for me is all about songs, all about fabulous lyrics interwoven with melody. When it comes to pure music, I am stone deaf – can’t differentiate a note from another! Coming back to my weirdness, imagine this. You are 14 years old, have just written your first term of class 10 exams and not met the target your Princi gave you. Its 7 in the evening and there is a long list of parents and students outside the Princi’s cabin. Some cool about it, few indifferent but most of them as nervous as another, ready to be shitting in their pants. And if you are sitting there and playing “Suno Sajna Papeehe Ne kahaa Sabse Pukaar Ke” in your head, then what are you? Either super cool or plain indifferent, you’d say. What if you are neither? Then you are definitely weird!

This was just a teeny weeny example of the my weirdness. Trust me, the weird-o-meter does a double take when I am sitting for an interview, looking at the poker face of a seemingly khadoos HR guy and the song playing is “Nanha Munha Rahee Hoon, Desh ka Sipahee Hoon, Bolo Mere Sang Jai Hind…. Jai Hind…. Jai Hind….” Now you are a fresher, just embarking on your career. At an important moment, at a decisive moment, you suddenly get patriotic!!!! What the hell???

Yeah, yeah I am eccentric…

Hello world!

I have this itch to write.  A few month’s inactivity has increased this itch a great deal. It has come to a point where I can no longer contain it within myself.  And so I am starting this new blog. Have had two other blogs in the past. In a moment of uncontrolled fury, I once deleted all posts on one of my blogs. Something I regret now….

 The other blog still stands, though I stopped writing it. Why? I do not know. Just ran out of words to say I guess. Everyone goes thru a periods of silence na, I did too. But I am starting afresh. Feel a bit like a phoenix, rising from the smeltering ashes of the old blogger self…

 hello world!