Shaping clouds

I’m on my way to Pune from Chennai in a 9.45 AM flight – a perfect bright day, in the clouds with a view like never before.

Remember when we used to be kids lying flat on the ground looking up at the clouds and searching for animals and cartoon characters in them? The experience was always fascinating ; taking our imaginations to an unknown level of self created lands that would reemerge into something else with every passing cloud. What joy!

Unlike most of my other flying journey’s that take place either too early or too late, this time I am back into my cloud filled imagination land – my childhood memories – a sacred heaven. The only difference – I’m riding with the cloud horses rather than watching them soon going above them, through them with more rolling sands.

It’s amazing how I can still see a swimming carrot and a hippo riding a tire. Enjoying one of those few moments from an otherwise adult life when I am not thinking about anything else except those dancing cups and my next shaping clouds.

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Fleeting moments of free conversations

GOA – a land of lazy dreams, cheap booz, sun-baked bodies, off shaded clothes with junk jewellery, people from all over in drowning music and never ending parties.

So then, that always being one of the reasons why I keep wanting to run away to this land of lovely sands – is just to lose myself. On that note, a random gang of mine decided to have a girls trip out in goa and as my luck shone, I ended up being alone for the first and a half day out of the four crazy days that we had planned.

But believe me when I say this – That day and time was one of the best times I had ever had…

I landed during lunch time and headed straight to my temporary home. Threw my bag on the bed, took a quick shower and headed straight to the waiting waters which were literally a few steps away.

With a nice chilled pint in one hand, legs stretched over the sun bed and a glimmering view, my day was already made. To compliment the day, I was joined by another fellow solo traveller who himself had come to unwind.

It’s like the topics just flew out, we both had someone to listen to and talk to. I could have created an entire different story of my life and told him a whole lot of bullshit but I decided – why the hell not? It was amazing how I opened out just knowing that I am never going to see this person again and whatever I say to him will make no difference to any of our lives.

Of all the random topics that we had to discuss on, we spoke about all the things that didn’t matter, did matters, stuff that would change the world, change us and what not. The conversation was simply perfect. There were no judgements passed, we both criticised each other and slammed a few ideas here and there, discussed al our issues with life and just threw the whole thing out in the open.

My body and chest felt so much lighter. I always wanted a conversation like that – something that would make me forget about everything else.

A friend of mine had once told me that he wished he had one day…just one day when he didn’t have to think about things like studies, exams, phone bills, getting allowances, what friends would think and say – and all that stuff. He said that on that one day, he would just want to be free from all these mindful and mindless thoughts and think of nothing of them. We were just 16 then.

There have been quite a few time when I have caught myself thinking on those same damn lines hoping that a day like that will definitely come. Now I feel, even if it’s not a day, even if I have just those fleeting moments, I would love for them to repeat over and over again.

NO SAREE?? Why Not??

First of all, let me start by wishing all you lovely ladies a Happy Women’s Day. Stay strong and live life queen – size with no regrets 😀 😀

Moving on…

So on this fabulous day,  a few of the ladies at my work place decided to deck up in sarees and be all colorful for the day – which had a nice feel to it. But as every group goes, there have to be a few people who HAVE TO stand against the whole thing and not be a part of it. So much for team spirit eh!

Well, it doesn’t really bother me that many people don’t like to participate for whatever reason. What gets on my nerves is the way they shun the entire idea without giving an ounce of thought as to what the people who really look forward to doing things and take efforts to come out of their shy and humdrum zone feel to such a grisly reaction.

The Saree is considered as one of the most beautiful feminine style of dressing. The yards of beautifully woven grace literally emits agility and strength and enumerates femininity as well. It is that worn pride that women of every shape, class, india-1097565_1920color, age and more boast about all their curves and sensuality and yet keep all that oomph layered up. Its beauty for ages and traditions and more to come. It celebrates the Indian Woman on every soil.

Its was sad to know that had I come in jeans to shorty shorts or a tight tweety -T, it would have been fine somewhat . . I mean I obviously would have got nasty looks but it sadden me even more when I got the same reaction or even worse just for being a part of the Saree wearing gang.

I obviously wore it and felt the best way the whole day. A Happy woman day indeed 😀 😀

 

 

Who Me?

Me?? I’m a dreaming vagabond. An owl who loves to wander around. While everyone is out about managing their day, I hoot! That’s right. I’m a crazy hoot!

How do you think my day goes? It starts with a good dose of me wallowing about my recent expedition, that perfect pot of gorgeous smelling tea, how I’m always broke, how I still manage round up enough to meander around and to get home in one piece. You see – I love to daydream and often lose to the wonders of reality and dreams.

But hey, like how every drifting kite has a bridle and line, mine is gripped tight by none other that well brewed man of mine..

And while we both wait for that impeccable kettle of tea no matter where we are, I hoot!Who MEEE-- (1)