I feel you Louve!

I use to write scores of cute Louve poems. Then love-dove-above, you-too-blue, may-stay-gay(?), etc, etc, etc were used far too much! And so I stopped. Today, Valentines day wanted me to write another kiddish lovey-dovey poem. And so I did... this one's for you my Boy!



I feel love when I hold you tight
Your love makes every day look so bright
The morning peck makes everything look so easy
You’re my life, today, it doesn’t seem so cheesy!

I feel love when you do little things for me
Making a chapati, since when was that your duty!?
When you want to lose scrabble just to make me smile
Your kindness makes everything worthwhile!

I feel love when I sit beside you
Doing our own thing, without a clue
Suddenly millions of kisses come zooming at me
I feel your love, all the time baby!

Living in the Fear

It’s an anniversary. Not a good one though. Last year on 14th February, the day of love, was the Day of Rage in Bahrain. Protestors gathered from various villages and sat on the Pearl Roundabout. They demanded the King to be dethroned and new elections to be held in the Parliament.

We have seen a lot in the last one year. A country that was constantly partying turned into a morose land of supporters and protestors. After a month of agony, the Pearl was torn down to shoo the protestors away. We had fled the country in fear of the worst. Thankfully, I was not here to witness those harrowing 2 hours when the phones conked, curfew was imposed and the country went into deep silence.

Several arrests were made thereafter and we heard gory rumors. We went back to partying but were always on the alert. Our favourite lounge which opened into a beautiful sea smelled of tear gas from the near-by village. The shops have always been on sale. The ones which haven’t are out of business. Several people found jobs elsewhere, others were laid off. Some protestors were fired for not attending office for more than a month; others stopped working and were worse off than ever before.

I’m sure life in the villages has been affected drastically. It seems only 1% of the population wants to protest, others are just being forced into it and so live a torturous life. Some are frustrated with what’s going on and want the drama to end; peacefully or violently. On the face of it, nobody likes aggression especially when the regime is not that bad. They justify their protest by calling it a biased kingdom, have you seen a country which isn’t?

I’m scared right now. The coming week is crucial. I don’t want to hear about fights with swords and Molotov cocktails. I want my husband to go to work and come back safely. I don’t want to hear about any procession. I want my Bahrain to get back to normal. I wish people understood that life is worse for the poor in other countries. I wish someone put more sense into them than provoke the innocent teenagers to put the buildings on fire.

May peace be with us!

More Power to all of Us!

I keep swinging to and fro. Sometimes I'm on this blog for more than an hour, usually reading other blogs. On other times, I try to make sense from random topics that I'm able to come up with. Most of the times, I'm thinking why do I have such a few readers. Usually. I come up with an explanation that makes me happy!

Anyway, these days I have a new passion which is keeping me away from reading and writing. I've been running after this passion for quite a few years and finally it's running after me.

I've been told to exercise from the day I was born. In my early twenties, I reconfirmed it after undergoing several tests. The unusual disease I am suffering from has no cure. But with regular exercise I can keep it stable. And stable it was, I didn't need much exercise.

Lately, my confidence was shaking. I was scared to do the simplest tasks, even walking alone on the road was nightmarish. I've been on and off with my exercises and so little results always put me off. But, some 20 days back I decided to give it my all and not care so much about the results. Really, it will only give me stability, what dramatic results can I expect?

I've made an excel sheet. My over-the-top organization skills are being put to test! I have a time to do everything. Yesterday I realized how passionate I had become about my exercise and diet. I stayed overnight at a friends place and couldn't attend my usual 7:45 a.m. gym session.I was restless to the core. I locked myself in a room and did my exercise. Only that made me my usual self!

And so, I proudly tell you all this. I love myself for being who I am. Just wish I didn't have a sweet tooth :)

Movie Review - Agneepath

I’m a stickler for love stories. Romance, comedy and drama pull me towards a movie. Wherever there is dhishum-dhishum, I tend to stay away. Yeah, I love to see the world through my rose colored glasses!

So, Agneepath was never on my list. We were bored, walked in a mall for half an hour and decided to just watch the movie.

The story grabbed my attention from the very beginning. I had goose bumps in soo many scenes. All the characters were brilliant in their performance. After Godfather, this is the first thriller I enjoyed so much.

Agneepath is 2012’s first must-watch!

1999 – A Love Story that can color you Green with Jealousy!

We were taking the long stairs to our class as our ponytails swayed left and right. They always told us to climb away from the railing for there were naughty boys always looking up under our short, oh-we-are-17 skirts! Disgusting.

Y: Do you like people with boyfriends?
Me: It’s a personal choice. I really don’t care. Whyyyyy?
Y: *Blushes*
Me: Really? Who? When?
Y: We cannot tell anyone else. He has a reputation in school.
What does reputation in school has got to do with having a girlfriend? Badnaami...haww!!
Me: Bataooo...tell me all!
After hearing the whole tale where the Kinetic Honda wriggled when he proposed, I told her if you ever have kids they will look like Dalmatians. You know, she was all white, and he, not-so-much.
Yep, we thought of kids even if we had the smallest crush. Sometimes we named them too!

2004, A phone rings. She was howling.
Me: What happened?
Y: He’s breaking up with me.
Me: Why? Wait, I’ll come over.
Y: *howls*
Me: Don’t cry ya. Tell me what happened?
After many swollen eyed sessions of ‘you’ll find someone better’ and ‘that jerk’, all became well in paradise! After all, here he had this sweetheart. And there was a big shortage of girls in IIT!

2009, A phone rings. She was mad
Y: Why can’t you come?
Me:*Don’t know what to say. Guilty,very guilty*
Y: I can’t imagine my wedding without you.
Me: I know. I really want to come, but I need to come back with my husband otherwise I’ll have to attend a wedding with my in-laws.
Seriously, I had got married in December, stayed without the hubby till June due to damn visa issues, visited my hometown again in August and October; I was in no position to attend another friend’s wedding in my maika! Although the guilt will remain forever, I still can’t figure out how I would have managed.
Y:*about to howl*
Me: You’ll be on my mind all the time. You’ll tell me all na?

January 2012, a phone rings. I disconnect it. She messages on Gtalk.
Y: You there?
Me: Ya, just waking up.
Y: Call me. Need to talk.
Me: Need to rush somewhere. Will take a quick shower and call you back.
All through the shower I knew what it was.

Me: Is it what I think it is?
Y: You one track mind.
Me: Acha, batao. Kya hua?
Y: Ummm, I need to ask you something.
Me: what?
Y: Ummm. I’m pregnant
Uncontrolled laughter for 5 minutes! Our entire lives flashed before my eyes. The staircase, their dating days, the difficult times, the mushy times, the many visits to IIT, the accident, the engagement, the accident after the engagement, the wedding I couldn’t attend, everything.
Me: All this while I was asking you if you were ‘down’ yet! And by the way, you were travelling around that time, right? Tell me ALL!


So, that’s life from the 17th to the 30th year of our lives. I can’t imagine my chaddi buddies making ponytails or running around little boys. But yes, I can imagine myself spoiling all the kids around me. Watch out for that my sweetiesss!

The time is Now!

In the last episode of How I Met Your Mother, Robin goes Live on television to bring in the New Year. She says that no matter what we’ve been through, New Year gives us all an opportunity to rethink our lives and start afresh. Although the series has turned boring and doesn’t interest me anymore, I have taken this statement of hers literally.

I don’t want to write another post on failure and disgust. I don’t want to brood anymore. I am not the person I’m seeing on this blog. I even wanted to discontinue this space and start afresh elsewhere. What I was writing bored me as well. I just didn’t do it because there are so many old posts that are close to my heart and I can’t let them go.

I always thought being content in life was the biggest gift. It infused positivity and happiness. I was content with life. I still am with a lot of things I am blessed with. No, I won’t dig into details and say what I’m not content with. That is exactly what I don’t want to do, at least here. I don’t want to talk about problems; I’m more into solutions and how to go about solving issues.

I have a plan and I’m going to stick to it. I’ll punish myself if I don’t. And don’t even ask me the kind of rewards I’ve planned for myself if I succeed! The repulsion I was feeling with myself in the last few weeks is slowly disappearing. I was my favourite (Yes, yes, that is Kareena Kapoor’s line) and I think, I think I am going to be my preferred choice again!


P.S. New Year does give you new opportunity. If there’s something you’ve been waiting to do all your life, this IS the right time.

Legacy Brick

If there was a museum where you could leave a legacy brick, what would it say? Something that you believed in, something you always wanted to achieve, or a message for someone you loved dearly? Think! The rule is to make a message of 42 characters (including space and special characters). There should be three lines with 14 characters each.
This exercise was taken from here

I thought and thought, and this is what I thought:


what will THEY
say,NEVER ever
think that way