चले वो कदम-कदम जो स ाथ मेरे,
तो उसके स ाथ स े प्यार हो जाए...
थामे जो प्यार स े हाथ मेरा,
तो अपने हाथ स े प्यार हो जाए...

जिस रात आए ख्वाबों में वो,
उस स ुहानी रात स े प्यार हो जाए...
जिस बात में आए जिक्र उसका,
तो उस ी बात स े प्यार हो जाए...

जब पुकारे प्यार स े मेरा नाम,
तो अपने ही नाम स े प्यार हो जाए...

Zara....!

The following lyrics speak to me...look into my soul while I shed a tear or three


Zara nazar utha ke dekho
baithe hai hum yahi
bekhabar mujhse kyon ho
itne bure bhi hum nahi

teri ankhon ka jaadu
poori duniya pe hai
duniya ki is bheed mein
sabse peeche hum khade

zamaane ki baaton mein uljho na
hai yeh asaan jaan na
khud se agar tum pucho
hai hum tumhare ki nahi

teri ankhon ka jaadu
poori duniya pe hai
duniya ki is bheed mein
sabse peeche hum khade

mehfilein aayi aur gayi
log aaye aur gaye
tum jo aaj aaye ho
dil mein ho bas gaye

muskura ke baat taalo na
phir miloge jo kahi
dekhna yahi kahoge
itne bure the hum nahi

teri ankhon ka jaadu
poori duniya pe hai
duniya ki is bheed mein
sabse peeche hum khade

Because God is so a man..

I don't mean to sound like a staunch over bearing feminist.. I am a feminist no doubt but a very democratic one...I promise you we exist :) But with the amount of restrictions and dos and donts and responsibilities and girlie things that we girls go through..God is no doubt a man.. Think about it..when we're irked, if you're a self declared no-abuse using person like me, you either say 'Oh god' or you substitute it with 'Oh man'...never ever ever is it 'Oh Woman!' So what brought this rant of mine on? I am seeking fellow female squashees (squashees is a nandita invented word..it means those whose demands, rights, wants get squashed as easily as you can squash an ant)
I know we as women are supposed to be born self sacrificing and adjusting. Add to that maternal and compromising... and you have with you my worst nightmare. Maybe my head got bumped when I was born.. or maybe I was supposed to be born a man (P.S. I do have PCOS..an ovaries condition caused by the presence of extra male hormones) But I have been waiting for the time when I could do what I want to do..no matter how beautifully right or how horribly wrong.
And yet...from the time we are born..we sometimes as a daughter, a sister, a girlfriend, a wife, a mother...are always thinking the right thing..or made to think the right thing..or out of guilt mould our thoughts to think the right thing. Get the picture? (I am suddenly reminded of a scene from my fav movie DDLJ..oh how well it fits here)


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZIDKkh5v64&feature=more_related


I am not saying that I have not lived the most ideal life till now.. I have the most amazing parents..people who have shaped me into a confident well educated being happy being I have awesome relatives, a great set of friends, a soul mate for a boyfriend And yet..sometimes I just want to break the shackles of loving responsibility...so that I can be..the way I want to be.. Look at it this way guys...I only have these few years..and then I will be a Mother..and everything I am will be about my off spring...
But will I be set free...No

This is how I love you..

I don't love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,

or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:

I love you as one loves certain dark things,

Secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries

the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,

and thanks to your love the tight aroma that rose,

from the earth lives in my body in darkness.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where

I love you directly without problems or pride

I love you like this because I don't know aany other way to love

Except in this form in which I'm not nor are you,

so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,

so close that your eyes close with my dreams

Pablo Neruda

Your Grandest Downfall

This poem is about a girl yearning for love..hopelessly heartbroken I say..that girl could be you,that girl is me.

No matter the time,no matter the place

I carry you within my arms and through my paths

I wish to be the delicious,gold mornings that alight upon you

But its on your deep,dark nights..

that I yearn to be the moonlight you walk in..

the arms for you to soak in

I want to be the kindness that shines in your eyes

But I'd even settle for the madness in your heart

I am the home you so often brutally walk past

But I will always be the busyness you drown yourself in

I am witness to the battles you wage

I watch your pain and make it mine

I am a treasure trove brimming just for you

the part of your spirit that believes 'I can'

I am the possibility of your transformation..

and if you allow me..

I will be your awakening,your calling,your love

My Man

I want a man,who'll lead me down a beach.With his hands covering my eyes,Just so I can feel the sand under my feet.
I want a man,who'll wake me up at dawn.Dying to talk to me,just because he can't wait even one more minute.

(to be continued)

Happy Women's Day

This is dedicated to those few but super special women in my life-my friends,my sisters,my aunts,my mother.I love the lyrics that follow..they put me back on my path again...hope you love them too

Baz Luhrmann-Everybody's free to wear(sunscreen)

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.Do one thing every day that scares you.Sing.Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.Floss.Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.Remember the compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.Stretch.Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.Travel.Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.Respect your elders.Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.But trust me on the sunscreen