Sense & non-sense

When a gentle breeze in a coffee cup stirs up a few emotions and brings out words,

I wonder what it would be if the cup had golden colour tea, the wind was harsher that it ruffled my hair. 

Still, hoping to hold a mug of beer steady in the eye of a storm..

The blizzard comes along sings Jim Reeves! 

Makes sense? Makes absolutely no sense to me! ๐Ÿ˜‚ 

Help me rewrite! 

In three wordsย 

What just happened, seems almost right. But wtf is more timely! Oh! Please, really. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ what’s yours! 

Feeling snacky?


What is easier, 

to question, to answer, or just to follow. 

So Pink!ย 

There are certain home truths and assumptions the film raises and is spot on. 

For instance, the idea of a good woman.Who is it in your mind… 

I wondered today for the first time what hints I give people when I am my normal laughing loudly, talking freely self. 

Or, what is it that makes a girl/women feel safe with men. I find it difficult to explain what is it about a guy/girl that makes me feel safe. There is a vibe. Again, what is feeling safe? It is a combination of factors. 

The film brings up a similar set of a combination of factors with which the Indian society looks at/ down at a woman. We all know and have heard.

No wonder most Indian women want to create an image of being goodie goodie, soft spoken, the good charactered, the good wife/girlfriend/daughter… No loose talk with random guys, innocent about sexual pleasure… The list is long..

Coming back to the film, people around me in the audience forgot about their tubs of popcorn and their cokes during the first half. The moment the intermission sign came on, I ran out of the theatre … For some air. I even went and looked at the booking counter to book tix for a rubbish film to wear off the intensity of this one. I went and washed my face in the rest room.




Shaken up!

I no longer know what to believe and whom to believe in anymore. I’ve been proven wrong now so many times about people and their inner most desires on many counts that I better begin to pinch myself and wake up. I think I’ve been living a dream, may be walking in a dream when reality just shook me awake, rudely. Now I start to even doubt my own self! Am I what I think I am or am I in a dream within a dream far away from the reality striving for an ideal! Is this what an existential crisis is ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜‚ does it always strike at 4.30 in the morning. 


โ€‹I was hesitant to take that jump. My swimming coach showed me how to, he walked right into the pool as well to make it look very easy. But I stood there unsure, undecided, scared (I guess) for nearly 45 minutes. None of his reassurances would make me take that jump. Fed up he came out and pushed me into the pool. That I tell you was just the beginning of something I began to enjoy and will cherish for the rest of my life. But soon he regreted pushing me in. I would have jumped some 20 more times after that first jump! He had to wait.