Mind & Soul

It has to be here. Last it was kept in that tiny medicine-pill box.  (2013, Rainy day in Jakarta, she was visiting a local flea market with her Boss. He suggested her to buy the tiny medicine pill box as SIM card storage.) It was a wonderful idea. She had been struggling with her huge pile of SIM cards, changing every other two weeks, as she hopped on and off around the world for her work. It was actually Boss’ wife's brilliant idea; to store sim cards in the pill box. Women! It has been over a decade but she still goes back to that day whenever this tiny pill box is in her sight. It is amazing how small things, like a magnet, attract memories forgotten or probably stored neatly inside our brains somewhere. On any unsuspected day, a tiny Neuron might hit that storage brain-shelf and drop that memory box off the brain-shelf. Bam! A day dream erupts, a nostalgia creeks in and 2013 is fresh as a daisy in your mind. Nuts! ‘Aah, here you are’ She finds the pill box in her white basket w...

“Do you know I have been queen barely 10 years And during that time I’ve had three prime ministers All of them ambitious men Clever Men Brilliant … Men Not one has lasted the course They have either been too old, too ill or too weak A confederacy of elected quitters!” With those lines, a pregnant Queen Elizabeth II storms out of the room where her third prime minister is meekly lying on the hospital bed. In the new season of this Netflix show “The Crown” I find these lines as the best possible lines to express a stressed monarch’s disappointment. Although Netflix might have created this show to describe how difficult and complex the life of a British Royal is; I find the show (to a very large extent) sarcastic. How these royals did nothing except gossiping in their comfortable chairs and planning marriages or other gala events. Despite this, one commendable aspect of Queen Elizabeth II’s ruling reflected by this show seems to be that she had somehow noticed and accepted...

On the suggestion of a newly made friend, I am driven to write after ages. Something which I had observed during my recent business escapade to Maastricht. To totally recuperate myself from the age long sabbatical, I have helped my mind with dimly lit room. Thanks to Christmas lights in the living room. To top it all, I have just switched on the radio station ‘Purani Jeans’ on Gaana.com. In recent days, I have started playing it again. Apple music subscription has really made me forget about this gem. I think it was almost two weeks ago; when I accidentally remembered about this app on my phone and jumped with joy on my home-office chair. Although I had some 400 clauses to answer and comply with, yet I took a break to feel the old songs on this radio station. I think the song was ‘Tere Bina Zindagi Se’. This song has always poked something wounded inside me which I could never believe, existed inside me. Listening to this song again made me forget about my tender responses and th...

Dear Zindagi, First of all, I would like to inform you that I am writing a letter to life for the #DearZindagi activity at BlogAdda. Otherwise I would have never paid attention to this aspect of being thankful to you. Yes, a little unthankful I have become with time. So this one is just for you! Thank you Zindagi.  Thank you for all the tiny happy moments, fascinating experiences, help during tough times and a pat on the back whenever I made a mark. Remember when I was small; you made it so pleasant and good for me. As I grew, I found you more beautiful to me. Not because I discovered iPhone & Prada but because, you made me capable; capable to be happy despite of the circumstances. You showed me ways to unlock happiness and helped me in sticking to it. Remember, when I used to envy my friends who went for school trips while I stayed at home and study. Well, guess what, my life’s most cherished moment is still the one where I saw Mom and Dad teary eyed on my ...

Life goes on. Isn’t it? Moments change, situations evolve or sometime remains same but in different setting. New beginnings arrive. They bring new people with them. New people bring new energy. They bring a new side of the coin. Coin is now having multiple sides. You had thought only of two sides but now it has many. Who could think! The dimensions which you discover in your conversations, brings new challenges. New challenges make you miss old challenges. They were more comfortable to fight with. You had been fighting them for so long. Now, there are new ones and they are tough because they are new. Once you get a hang of these, they too will become old and uninteresting. May be! If I look from this perspective, life is not at all interesting. It is boring. People, situations and some other things might change but difficulty levels, resolution levels remain same. May be a level up or down every time! But yeah, it tests your endurance and then you either lose or win but ulti...

Don’t know why I miss you tonight! I gulped whole of it. Guess, that was the third drink. So old it is in time, that I don’t remember even a tiny bite. But I want to live that night again. Now when I am a little wiser, now when I am a little strong to hold a couple of drinks. Don’t know why I miss you tonight! I know you are reading this. I know you want me to write. You might be crying reading this. Oh, you have to cry while reading this. B’cs so am I. Don’t know why I miss you tonight! I know that night is special to you too. Though it is in the ashes today. But hey love, hey charm of the night, I know how you do miss the night. Don’t know why I miss you tonight! My heart cries a thousand tears. My throat is having a heaviest lump. But I know that was in stars as this lone night is probably too in stars. Don’t know why I miss you tonight. Danced on a couch and landed on floor. Don’t know when you kept me back in my space. ...

From BBC “Order Order” Judge shouts angrily. The whole court is in chaos. Some want to rip the stupid people in witness box apart while some just want  need life. The prosecutor starts “Milord, we are in one of the strangest case here. Strange is something which is, often an uncommon scenario & which is very rarely acceptable. This, here, is also the same. Ramaya, Surbhi & Shyam, here in this witness box are asking something which is totally non-sensical & bizarre. Milord, these are the cases which waste court’s previous time & hence our judiciary ends up being blamed for the long list of pending cases. Hence, I would appeal court to dismiss this case & send these three stupid people back home.” Defense lawyer stands up & clears his throat for his last plea; while Surbhi starts unannounced “Dear fellowmen & Milord, Strangest of the things are often considered as uncommon & hence, ignored or avoided. That is why, most of the miserie...

Where was it from? Someone threw it at me or was it a strong jolt of wind which prompted this tree to bomb it on me. This thin branch of tree, certainly, was painful. Anyway, let’s forget it. It is best to ignore such natural threats in a strange city. The Park looks full. People are checking out their smart-phones under the tree. I wonder why they are doing it while wearing track shorts. Who they kid when they wear running shoes before leaving for this park, bluffing their selves that they might run. But instead, they sit & instagram their selfies under the tree. By the way, why am I judging? I pretty much do the same thing. In fact, I tried doing the same just moments ago, under that Tipu Sultan look-a-like sculpture next to the traffic signal. It was an Epic failure though. I looked hideous. Have to delete it first and foremost when I reach my hotel room. Aah! Again a traffic signal. There is not even a Zebra crossing here. Who cares! Let’s cross it. Shit the...

First of all I would welcome myself after an age long gap. I am awesome when it comes to get lost in the world. Second of all I have bought an android finally. Please clap. Now please drink a glass of water as my newly installed 'water your body' app has reminded me to drink water. It is awesome. I am awesome. Android is God! Jokes apart, I have been thinking a lot lately and I think one post per week should happen. And for that, I think, sharing a post from a secret archive can take place. E.g. When I am really short on Blah Blah. Hence sharing one such below:- It is way back in 2002. Some editorial in newspaper with which I got amused so much that I scripted it in my THEN diary. This perfectly makes sense even today. Read and let me know if you would like a sneak peek at other items in diary ;) How is it! By the way, I am present here  as well in case my imaginary anonymous readers want to get in touch, ask questions or post a feedback....

You may congratulate me for finally joining the lead of self proclaimed superiority club of BBM labourers. Nokia folks, big hug to you! Being with you was awesome when you’d utmost grip on market. Just like a possessive Boyfriend, I had to move on from you. I can understand being a loser sucks but when life offers me all kinds of lemon, I squeeze them into mouth post tequila and throw away the peanuts. Hence, I dumped you. At first, moving from 3.5 inches N8 to 2.5 inches Blackberry was not comfortable. No, I won’t crack ‘size does matter’ joke though it is dead true. Chill!! Yours truly has always pampered her gadgets. The N8 was always in leather phone cover which was a gift purchase from Indonesia. The earphones were as brand new as Kangna Ranaut’s Silicone. Only if, N8 had a good Operating System (OS). Uncountable times I wished to throw it into dustbin or bang on the head of front door neighbor Baisla Uncle when it used to get hang in between important downloads. Anyway, B...