Where do great stories come from?

Where do great stories come from?

They come from a Death Valley tent in freezing November.
They come from smeared Haldi and torn kurtas.
They come from families who know how to laugh freely.
They come from a naive auntie who loves you like one of her own.

Great stories are born, not created.

They creep down like a ray of sunshine, behind a cloud.
They announce themselves like a bolt of lightening.
Bringing a sudden shower of laughter,
They end with a fog of nostalgia.

Great stories are a happy coincidence, sublime accidents.

They are born from past hippie lives and current hipster-dom.
They are born from teenage escapades with a cricket bat.
They are born from sweet doggies and a mewing cat
They are born from high school math classes and sleepless nights.

Great stories spring about, when you don’t expect them to.

They start when two giggling girls are escorted out of children’s park.
They start when your best friends come together to set the dance floor on fire.
They start when you are getting soup in a Turkish small town.
They start when you introduce Holi and Bhang to a crazy bunch.

They deserve to be shared and not held back,

The release of emotions is what they desire,
The memories, the feelings, the rawness.
Share them, spread them, include them.

You never know who needs these great stories to ignite one of their own great ones.

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Birthday lessons

Be happy and be a little sad.

The sadness reminds you that you are a human being with feelings and emotions. It is a little darkness that makes you realize the importance of light in your life.

Value that light, that brightens up every nook and corner of your soul and makes every fiber of your body tingle. Hold on to that light that engulfs you in it’s warmth with the promise of ‘even better’.

Cherish the moments of the day that will weave themselves into your life. For these are the moments, that you will look back at when alone, while driving, having lunch, going to bed, and smile and giggle.

Give back that love, in any way that makes you happy and brings about a positive impact on other lives.

Spread out your birthday to a birthweek. And enjoy being a princess, with the best people around you.

Yesterday I turned a year older, and hopefully wiser.

Happy 31st to me!

This is a reminder to…

….be kind to yourself.

Maybe it’s one of those days, where things don’t feel right. Maybe, it’s the blues. Maybe self-doubt decided to say ‘hey’ and proceeded to stick around. Perhaps that led to sadness providing you with some unsolicited companionship. Your faults and flaws could be exceptionally conspicuous at this moment. Something could be in your head, clouding your thoughts and better reasoning. Maybe, common sense has decided to take a hike.

But, remember, it’s OKAY!

Just, be kind to yourself.

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Post # 1 : Of thoughts and poems…

This is my first blog on wordpress….I had a blog earlier on blogspot that I prefer keeping liking a personal diary….

I just read about the madness that is engulfing Afghanistan right now due to some Quran’s being burned. I fail to realise the point of killing your own men, forget people for something like religion. It makes me ugggh, so mad…..

I am just putting down a poem I had penned after the Johri Bazaar blasts in Mumbai…..Being here in San Diego, I felt so pathetic, so helpless…..It expresses what I thought of the scenario…

Laal aakash

Neend se aankhein khuli nahi,

Laga jaise andhera sa chaa gaya,

Apne desh ke aakash ko,

America mein bhi laal dhuein mein paaya.

Har taraf yeh kaise tabahi

Kyun yeh maut ka tamasha

Baarish aur aansuon mein beh gayi

Har ummeed har aasha

Yeh paise ke bhukein

Nahi jaante lahoon ka rang

Satta aur kursi ki hod mein

Ho raha janta ka jeevan bhang

“Marzi hui toh aaram se baithe,

Marzi hui toh blast karein

Hindustan hamara kya bigadega

Jab tak Maharashtra Bihar ladein.”

“Zindagiyan lootne ka mazaa

Hindustan mein kuch aur hi hai

Kya inke kayde kanoon,

Kasab ki zindagi, aam janta se mehengi hai”

Samay aa chuka hai,

Ek bhishan kranti kaa

Sattabaaz aur aantakvadiyon ko

Unki asli aukaat dikhane ka

Utaro andhein kanoon ki patti

Do sazaa in papiyon ko

Desh par ungli jo bhi uthae

Kat daalo ussi hatth ko.

Hai bharosa aam aadmi pe

Iss baar piche na hatengey

Ek din Bharat ki

Puri Disha hi modke rahenge

Agli Subah kuch aisi ho,

Ki chahek uthe sone ki chidiya

Puri duniya yahi soche

Nahi koi desh Bharat se badhiya…….