Butterflies!

Whenever I listen  the word butterfly, I always recall a dialogue from the movie 'The ultimate Gift'. Where the little girl, the cancer patient is asked "What do you think how it will be with God?!" and she replies, "Butterflies, lots of butter flies", the reason she gave was, "God paints wings of butterflies with his fingers." There is something in this dialogue. Definitely butterflies are close to God.

As my birthday 25th birthday is approaching, I am getting nervous. There are some news flowing in the air which actually helps me to revive my little positive mindset. My best buddies and me, flowing with the river  little stream of joys and this year can be important for each of us, professionally and personally. The little thought of missing each one of them gets sharpened but then upcoming news make me tearfully happy.

The reason of my nervousness also lies in calls of relatives pointing at me, who is entering the danger zone of 'Unmarried single girl'! I keep calm obviously. Some where I know everything will be fine, of course being the rebellious yet scared soul inside, it wont be too natural.

With my birthday, my exams are approaching, the never ending job hunting has started without any responses from the employers for all us. Life is not going to be easy. I am nervous.

Butterflies in my stomach.

May be God is taking care of their wings some where. He is still painting their wings.

Bubbling Bulletins!

So a friend called me yesterday,asked me in a quite a scary threatening way,

"Where is your new blog post?"

"Well I don't know...Umm.. I have nothing to write may be!"

"Or you will have many ideas accumulated in your mind to write about!"

"Na ...na..."

Pause. Well I do have many updates but one more post with bullets did not trigger me to write. Frankly even I was scared when I saw ever decreasing count of posts per month. Not that I am a writer or something, but blogging gives me another world to pour my feelings out. There have been things I want to blog and I cant as I run out of intentions or guts but, I have seen many blogs dying or living in coma due to this. Certainly I don't want this to happen to my blog! So even with the risk of  bore you with my bulletins here I go!

• Thanks to my evening night lectures which keeps my mind running at the super sonic speed even at twelve in the night, I have turned into a night person. I tried and even started getting up in the morning but my anti allergic (anti sneezing - nose leaking cum coughing) medicines made me sleep ten plus hours a day. When I stopped it, I continued sleeping for same numbers of hours but at odd times. Like from 3 am to 11 am?! So, after days, today when I got up at 7.30 am, I decided to blog! Isn't it a beautiful day with a cup of adarak wali chai?!  *Coughing!* *Sneezing* 
• Some days ago, I felt amazingly at home!While eating canteen food in the university! Can you believe it? Yeah, so it was one of those lonely days before the lecture. No one was to give me a company to eat.I could not make anything at home. I wanted to eat something Indian and so I tried Komala's in the canteen! I was trying to locate an empty table.A Singaporean lady near by smiled (?!) at me and asked me to sit on the same table. She was quite casual,yeah she was working there. I smiled back and sat to wait for my Paneer Paratha to cool down. She started, " Is it some kind of a Dosai?!", I said no and explained how it is made. "India has amazing food range no?!", I smiled back. I was irritated with the taste of Paratha, which was horribly hot as well. I thought I should take Iced Milo. I got up and went to the stall which was empty. She got up and said, "You want iced Milo lah?", I nodded. She suddenly came forward and said," You go and eat lah, I will come and give you the glass"! Yeah, with that I got tissue papers as well. She sat down with me, talked to me while I finished the horrible Paratha. Period. Something like mom does at home, just sitting at the table while I eat!
• The other day, when me and my Kiddo friend 1 (I will post about us some time!) wanted to eat hot waffles! I had an idea that it might contain eggs! So, we asked as my Kiddo friend 2 doesn't even tough eggs! I being, 'eggs only in cakes and not at home in raw form' girl I asked the lady making it, "Does this contain eggs?", She replied, "No!". I had a doubt. I pointed at the vessel where she had kept the batter and asked again. She laughed and said, "Yes yes Many Many egg!" Yeah English was being murdered.
• Time flies. I came to Singapore a few months back, I realize now, very soon I am going to finish my studies. Many students feel at home in Singapore. I realized, I cant settle outside India.Period.
• Next few months are not going to be easy. I have to cross check my ambitions and dreams every now and then. As I read it some where, "Dont give up what you want the most, for what you want now!"
• April, is going to really challenging as well. With all sneezing coughing and sleeping problems, I have exams at the end.I have to fight with my destiny for my work, my life. Or may be convincing destiny works?

How about you all? Any bulletins?

Tried!

Reference: The awesome TED talk: 
http://www.ted.com/talks/sarah_kay_if_i_should_have_a_daughter.html


I remember I believed as a kid,
Independence and education will bring happiness,need not bid;
Those books fascinated me, I was assured;
Dad is saying the truth, my dream of machines are so good.

Joys and sorrows which look small now;
Of course they are close to me, no idea how,
My degree, my job and one more try to study hard
I have doubts over my believes,if machines are still on my card.

Money is not the problem, my heart is;
No body told me how I am going to express by machines and means,
I studied, I served, I blogged and I danced
Even the bath room songs did not give me any chance.

Those are hidden expressions trying to bloom inside my soul
Joy, happiness, tears, curiosity everything ready to be poured in the bowl,
Emotions are not good if they are caged inside,
Do you know how I can throw  away creatively, yet imbibe.

No degree no money, no work can teach you to express,
Here I am telling you as it is for me the best,
Keep on singing, dancing, crafting and cry!
That was the kind of 'Spoken Poetry' I tried;
I suddenly smiled!

For me please?

If some one asks me, do you believe in God? I say, yes. I believe in all those thousands of Gods and Goddesses in Hindu religion,I believe in Mahavir , I believe in Allah, Jesus , Buddha too. As I believe in the Super power.  A few days ago I wanted to ask for something to this super power but I did not dare. I have started asking what I deserve. There is a reason.

I have a different relation with the super power. I fight, I snatch whatever I want and some times the super power does that to me. So when I tried asking for something a few years ago, he gave but made me suffer after giving or say, gave me after a long fight. I believe it was his way of making me stronger. I am twenty four, I can still fight.

What a two year old baby can do?? She has done it though.

She calls me Masi. She is the one toddler who when calls me 'Masi', triggers my heart. I see myself in her. There are some similarities. She had a tough fight when she was born. A real tough one, I had one too but not this tough. She was brave, she was awesome.

She just turned two. She is sick again. I don't know how is she. I have not seen her in the hospital. She is one of those very few reasons for me to enjoy in Singapore. I don't want even the simple cold to cling on to her.

I wont make things more complex. If you share better relations with God than me, the super power,

PRAY for her. 

For me please?

I will be back to bug you!

Just about an hour and I will be heading towards Singapore, again for studies. Or should I say, towards one more semester with the same strange feeling of leaving India and my own people.

The post is dedicated to some special lives in India, who all together make my life so lovely. Ah, sometimes irritating too. Apart from my buddies - Shana, Bro buddies-my first company friends-Ms. S P Jain (Who is my everything in Mumbai!), my frock buddy N and other mischievous school buddies, I have some other lives- I call them lives.

The balcony garden and my big couch on which I sleep keeping my legs hanging from the hand-rests. My comfort zones. Oh I should not forget my bed- The very same bed- since twenty four years it makes me feel home and I must say the bed was actually made for my grand father when he was a kid!

Those birds. As I had mentioned earlier, exactly one floor above our flat, a zoologist Uncle stays and he has all kinds of birds in the balcony (with larger than life cages I say, cages are not actually cages!) which is exactly above our balcony. These birds chirp through out the day and keeps my garden alive. In fact an African parrot he has, mimics everything he listens to which includes door bell sound and Gayatri Mantra!!! 

My blanket. Even though there is practically no need of a blanket in Singapore.I just miss the feel. Mom says I get addicted to things so fast- and then an expert advise- It is not good! Who cares! :D

My books, I don't know how many total numbers of cupboards full of books we have. Both at old home and new home. I definitely miss all of them, the smell of those pages. Some books with my grand parents hand writings and covers. Some from my child hood and some from mom's collection. 

My oven. I baked a lot of things this time. Suddenly I have started developing interest in baking and the result was- a bread loaf, carrot cakes, chocolate-oat pudding and other baked dishes. Of course I cooked all sweet dishes using honey and less, very less sugar. I am going to miss my baking experiments for sure.

Ideas and things whom I call my life are just flowing through my mind but it is difficult to express them in one post. May be this longest stay at home after three years of leaving home for my career, made me happy and fresh even though it was full of ups and downs. 

People like me might say, ' Don't stay at home so long that your soul refuses to go back to work!' I would say, 'Can anybody judge the 'long stay' at home? No stay can be long!!'

To my folks, Frock buddy N, Shana, Bro buddies, Ms. SP Jain- 'I miss you' is of no use, just like 'Be in touch', We are soul mates and so..

'I will be back again to bug you!'

Love you India, I shall be proud of you, I shall love you even more accepting your flaws.

Twists and Turns!-2012

I am a kind of magnate for unwanted or unpredictable twists and turns in my life. Apart from falling down on roads I have this special characteristic and so when nothing happens my friends always ask me, "Teri life mein kuch excitement nahi aya na bahot time se?!" It makes me keep mum as I always feel after the statement something weird is bound to happen. It happens too.

If I recollect things from last year I am sure I will be able to write a dozen of blog posts! The year was smooth yet with lots of twists and turns. Something like roller coaster ride in the Universal studio or a ride on the express highway built on a hill! Really.

A month or two in thinking about my higher studies, applying for the course, patiently waiting for the link to show my status of application and above all spending time with my Mumbai friends who are not actually in Mumbai. Two in Delhi and other two in Mumbai but in the world of studies and vendor visits. I rest my case- Oh no, we still glue together!

Some changes came in my thought processes. I completely conquered the fear of staying apart or staying in a foreign country and loosing my buddies one by one. As I write after six months of landing in Singapore, I feel we have come closer by several steps than ever. I must say I feel grown up and have matured with time too. Silly, my friend don't think so but no, I think I agree with myself! (Narcissism?)

I learnt about different categories of friends. Best friends, Good friends, Farcical friends and friends to move on and forget about. All categories enriched me with strength and patience, so my patience level has grown from minus one to one! :D

My life took a very big turn when I had to resign to pursue my studies. My first ever company- I said Good bye to. Activities related to such an act led me to understand my team mates better, my company better and above all some farcical friends even more better. I spent a hell lot of time with my buddies before leaving Mumbai. I was pampered enough by my mom dad in whatever time I could get to spend with them.

In Singapore, apart from falling sick and falling on the road, I was afraid and then thrilled to leave the student's life again. How to save money to how to enjoy in a foreign country, how to make new friends. Some realizations took place- I am quite a prankster! I have become choosy about friends! Even when I chose a friend and the friend doesn't respond to I don't mind- I move on. May be moving on and enjoying was the thing I learnt the best in the last year.

A thrilling ride of these twists and turns were a big dose of adrenaline. With the hope of getting such rides in this year, with a little bit of stability in my life,

A toast to such twists and turns, the best ever characteristic of my life!

So it is that time..

When I am numb enough and not feeling the actual charm. Yes, I am excited and yet a feeling inside me is resisting my mind from making any plans. I want to feel India, India with my own people, my own society, my own cities and my own soul, with all surprises.

I want to breathe in the otherwise polluted air, which is perceived as 'warmth' in my heart. I want to see those unknown and yet familiar faces, Indian faces. Just to connect with. I want to hear all my Indian languages, which I can understand or even better,which I can not. Of course I want to make myself realize that I am yet to explore the 'one' culture of India which includes billions of rituals, believes, thinking and life styles.

It seems I just landed up in Singapore, with eyes full of tears before a few minutes. Moments?Months and now here I am, ready to just fly to India and hug the very same 'my feeling'!

Words are less to explain, feelings are more than intense.

I can just say, 'It is that time...'!!!

Mumbai and Ahmedabad (with many other places I am planning to visit!) Here I come!

For the friend!

Dear Friend,

I know you were feeling low (although your ego and I might call it proudly your awesome attitude of emerging strong in front of people) when I had a talk with you today in the morning.

Did I tell you, you are my inspiration? For the confidence you re-boost in me when I go deep down  in confusions about my abilities? Dude you speak so so so well ! (And you ask me, 'how can I go for consultancy?') Here is the key, your persona convinces any one- Even when you are not from the domain of the topic! You accept what you don't know, you dig out information about the very same domain and next time when it comes up, you flaunt it with your style. (Did I tell you, your walk is so stylish that I secretly made fun of the 'style'*)

You say, you are not clear about your future? Who all are? Here I am getting a master's degree and thinking of being a house wife in future just because I hate exams! Okay that was a joke but seriously, what you have to do is, again with the same spirit, in confidence take those steps you had planned. Imagine there is a stair case, may be a spiral one, with darkness all around. You have a torch with less power and thus a very few units of lux ( I am a design person okay? I need to give specifications!) which can illuminate a single step at a time. What will you do? You will be careful but yet you will be able to climb that complex spiral stair case by taking one step at a time and achieve new heights every time. Right? Do it.

You say expectations are high. Remember your favorite fiction, The Meluha and The secret of Nagas? Shiva, was worshiped as a God long before he proved himself. Your situation is just like Shiva, the tribe leader who has no clue why people were worshiping him. What did he do? He unfolded his future with one step at a time, using all his intelligence and skills. No he had no idea he would be such a great strategy maker. He did not know he would be such an awesome dancer that he would win Parvati's heart. He did not know he would remain humble even after being everyone's 'God'! He did it. You can do it too.

You say, you are not sure if your preparations are good. It is not how well you achieve your target, it is how hard you hit the target. When you are confident, people are bound to believe you.

I can say that with proud, because I believe in you.

Hit the target and show off your style dude!! You rock!

Your 'Golgappa' friend,
Bubblegum! (Yeah the Bubbly one as you say!)

*-Not Gangam style!

Life for me!

When I was a kid, teachers used to teach me that one should always help themselves, no one will come for the help. There is no other alternative. Gradually I forgot the fact and started relying on my surroundings, friends and family. In my whole life I had always a bunch of people, may be with some replacements every two three years here and there, but they were always there.

Now when I am twenty four, when I have my family and best of best buddies with me, I feel my teachers were always right.

If one doesn't help herself or himself there is no chance others can do. Today, I would like to add something. No one other than yourself knows you better than yourself, no one other than you can understand your fears, your emotions and anything you want to express. Not even your buddies and mostly not even your parents. Sometimes you just toggle in between two fronts and no one closer to you would even identify forget reading those hidden sentiments in you. No, I love all of them to the core, but the truth can not be destroyed or manipulated.

One should not be dependent on any one, ANY ONE.

The only thing matters is how you set your priority after knowing yourself, after knowing your feeling.

I chose my family and closest pals, even after knowing myself and my sentiments.

That is life and I love it, I  would love it even with a pinch of pain.

 I am happy about it. 

The real talk!

Generally I talk a lot with myself. I talk while walking down to the bus stand, I talk while walking down to the class room or the library, I talk to myself when I am shopping alone; Most of the time these talks are stressed out rants to myself or I manage to quote some bitter sweet truths about life in my virtual mind lab!

I decided to do something new today. I decided to ask myself what I want! I know I am bloating due to unhealthy life style, I know I should study harder, I know my focus span has come down to a few minutes and I also know I am trying to decipher the future with a lot of stress on myself. Some where I know I lack guts to do a lot many things. So what? I decided to ask myself, 'What do you want to do as of now?'

No I did not get any crazy and pointless answers like, 'Dude please go to a bungee jumping sessions in Malaysia' or 'Please just lie down on the bed for the rest of the day and do nothing.' I did not get any depressing answers , like 'What have you done to your self? You were suppose to reduce a lot of weight?' or 'Just leave eating, you fat lady'! Answers came as shocks and surprises to me.

I wanted to do Yoga, I wanted to jog or at least walk a lot; which I had to avoid for some reasons since many days. I wanted to dance and learn some new complicated steps. I wanted to pamper myself with hot water bath or even better , an  awesome foot massage session (which is not possible right now!), I wanted to study and meet some very focused people in the university I know. Particularly two girls I study with, they are so clear in their thinking, and they are poised with guts! Please note they are a few months younger to me, that is fine, right? Though many things are not similar, I manage to catch good vibes from them. Apart from that, I wanted to hydrate myself a lot;which I avoided due to my sheer inability to identify needs of my body.

All these random answers I got, made me talk to myself a lot more. I agreed to the fact that, only I can help myself in distressing myself from some tensions and other tensions are not worthy of my stressed state of mind. It was a real talk to myself!

I felt contented. I am trying to do what I want. I walk , I dance and I feel happy even after studying! (No relation with grades though!)

Do you manage to have a real talk with yourself?

Happy Diwali Finally!

So this was what I finally did, after days of studies, anxiety, headaches and homesickness.

Some senior buddies invited me and we had so much of 'Traditional' enjoyment on the 'D' day!Actually festivals are there to pull you out of sadness! New people and the old Indian bonds! Colors-Rangoli and Diyas!

A very very happy Diwali to you , and wish us! - We have our new year today! - Saal Mubarak!

The Goodie bag

I got this Goodie bag at my door step in the morning.

I opened the bag and I was choked. I guess the most beautiful gift from my loved ones were lying there in front of my eyes. My tears refused to stay back in my eyes.

I could see myself, in a new house with people I love. I could see me and my best friend sitting in theater and running back home in a taxi back home. I could see myself taking rest of in the relaxing couch my new home has, with mom in the kitchen screaming at me to finish the food or else she might go to my doctor fuas to complain.I could see myself doing Rangoli for five hours and papa asking me to take rest every hour! I could see my brother- staring me doing things, just like he does every year. 

I could see a pack of my favorite Mithai , I could see some of those books I always wanted to read, I could see a set of trinkets lying in the corner of the pack. I could see a very traditional and colorful silk Dupatta, I just loved it. 

I was out of festive homesickness. I was fine, full of tears.

Just then I heard some conversations dropping in my ears, I could not understand, I was uncomfortable. Something really soothing but warm touched my forehead as if giving me some consolation.

Sun rays! I got up! It was a nice, warm and emotional dream.

The festive homesickness came back striking hard. I was still in tears.

It was just a dream. I can not feel loved ones  here any more.

I hate 'V'!

Hold on! Please control your heart beats , all my friends who have their names staring from 'V'.I love you all! May I start?

I was talking about this!

My professor loves the model. He keeps on searching it in every project, every presentation and ah, every one's mind. I wanted to store the whole 'V' concept to my heart but not this 'V', Sorry I can not. I hate you to the core.

I hate you for making me pull my hair all the day while making presentation. I hate you for giving the guy-who-stinks the reason to ask me hundred question and to avoid collateral damage of yours truly, I had to divert him to my other team mates. The scary you look, I thought I will get rid of you quickly but, NO. You will stay with me in every project I may take up.

Dear V, Kindly give place to other friends and things in my life, After exams you may go! Shoooo!

I really hate 'V'!

For the love of Mumbai!

Yes, I am talking about love life! My love life! My love and My life! :D

A batch mate cum friend of mine, messaged me yesterday! We were together in the induction program of my first (Second hasnt surfaced yet) company and after a month we were given different location, so of course our contact was limited to either through office communicator or mine or  her short visits. Who cares? Whenever we meet or talk, we have fun! And ..She is in Mumbai since some days and she was with our other batch mates when she messaged.

She said she was missing me! Of course guys over there are quite busy with projects and she cant expect shopping sessions with them. She asked me where all she can go for shopping! She is one of the most stylish girls I have seen in my company, I had a 'goose bump' moment listening to her shopping list!

Oh my Mumbai! I typed each and every name of the place I love in the city and I guess for full fifteen minutes I was high! Those fifteen minutes and I visited link road, fashion street to my favorite Colaba causeway in my mind heart!Of course I cant forget those Panipuri wale bhaiyas in Mumbai with Vada pav and some of my favorite ice cream shops! I was virtually roaming around in the city of art, freedom, money, smiles and smell! 

No really , Mumbai is just like those addictive drugs! You should smell the city once in a while if you cant live there! 

I was not sure how to react when my mom said, "Beta, you should go to Mumbai at least for a week, plan your trip accordingly!! 

Yeyeye! :)

The post is dedicated to all my friends out there and each set of trinkets in my treasure bought from Mumbai! :D

A question and an answer!

Well , the Yellow Question and The Blue Answer! (Just like those colours!)

Sigh!

PS: Sometimes My roomie acts wise! :D

A Thursday bliss!

I heard a soothing rhythm of 'Jaltarang'! Instead of feeling relaxed, something inside me started getting disturbed. Is Papa playing Sitar and I am not able to identify the instrument? No It cant happen. He must be playing on his laptop. No but he never does that, he uses his ipod. Oh no, he is in India , I am in Singapore. What is happening?

Oh it is raining outside!!Just like it used to rain in Mumbai and while taking lunch in the canteen or walking from home to office; I am falling in love with the rain again! I got up from my bed and walked to the balcony.

This was it. The Rain drops falling on the railings and creating soul triggering sounds! Suddenly..

Oh my God, I had slept off? I had slept off while studying? I slept off for 3 hours non-stop? After getting a tight goodnight sleep of seven hours?

Is this just those tiny tablets for cold? Or The new place is homely enough to make me sleep in peace?An insomniac like me can sleep so much, how?

My hands working subconsciously  to make 'Kadak Adarakhwali Chai' and with the mug in my hands, listening to the 'jaltarang' of nature in true sense, I smiled and opened the Blog spot!

The churning in my mind turning into a Thursday bliss! Home away from home!

Time to say Good bye, East.

Note: This was written two days back while shifting from one hostel to another. I am having a lot of fun but this is what I exactly felt while packing the stuff. As we don't have net for some days at the new place, I could not post it. A rant in a way but still important to register on the blog!

Singapore has two sides just like any other city in India- East and West. East is awesome and she stays there! Now the problem is I am living in the outskirts of Singapore, some where near (or far for me?) Nanyang Technical University, which is 'The west' part of Singapore. The twist is, even this 'West' part of Singapore has two sides like each area of Mumbai has. East and obviously West. Again the same story , East is awesome. Where I live. I am shifting to the 'west of the west' of Singapore :/

Only three months in 'East of West', I am already in love with it. As they call Singapore, 'The city in the garden' of course ,my area is beautiful.It has one lovely feature, if not loveliest (if it makes sense!),"Canal drive"! There is a canal from the famous lake, flowing just beside my hostel. The beautiful pathway beside it,yeah the same place where I used to jog 'regularly'.I pass through the way daily to reach the MRT station.I have made some amazing friends over here, right from snails to reptiles,yeah they meet me every night when I come back from the University. I have to walk on this canal-path every day and I realized the canal is almost like the rugged shoulder of an awesome buddy, witnessing my highs and lows.

It has witnessed my first ever walk (beside the huge college campus) with Papa in Singapore, where he gave me tips on how I should avoid this path if it gets late; Yeah the first sight of the path was scary for me, partially because  it was a new country; partially because it contains all kinds of insects/animals. It has witnessed my pain when Papa left Singapore and the whole canal drive seemed to stare at the girl sobbing silently. It has witnessed my awesome talks with my buddies on the phone and also those laughter attacks me and my roomies suffered while passing by. It has seen me bubbling with my itunes and smiling at those stary-scary people walking jogging on the path..Yeah people here are different- They are always serious and jogging!

Apart from this canal drive, the near by 'Shop and Save' is going to miss us for sure. But hey what about our room? Yeah I never mentioned but it was a pain in starting. Four girls in the single hall or say a room, isn't it a pain? No, it saved us from the depression due to Homesickness!One girl is insomniac (Yeah that is me!) and one is my full time partner (who just shifted on the actual 'east' of Singaproe!) cum Milo mate cum study maniac and serial maniac!We both have the same college time so, other two girls became my part time partners on week days.From part timers, one is a disciplined good girl and the second one is almost a 'younger' version of myself! The real fun used to be at eleven at night , when we all will call their parents-relatives-friends and the whole unit will represent the real India in Indian dialects!We had our shares of cribbing together. Ah, but we made fun of those issues too, by naming the 'one level down water filter' our 'Panghat'! Yeah we used to go together to fetch the bottle of water and no body tumbled down!We made fun of our common washrooms in the lobby by naming our 'going to bath' session "a war where you wont have an option to come back and retry again if you forget anything!' (Yeah it is confusing!) The Photo shows why I loved the place, the entrance said You are out of The school zone so stop studying! ;)

We don't have a kitchen and the pantry is two floors down.We have no washrooms inside the unit and it was really odd for all of us who have never lived in a hostel. We successfully remained 'Happy'.But the time is over.We had booked this new hostel a month back- we always used to count days to shift- but now I feel sad.

I am going to miss those moments of fun, MILO at night, joking on those cultural shocks we had to witness, the whole "khana banao ceremony" to "pushing each other to take bath!". We are (Sans my full timer friend) going to have the same fun but not at the same place-with the same 'sannaatta' as we used to call our hostel.

It is so amazing the way I get attached to each thing, virtual or real around me. The amazing thing hurts though. ( Now I think I never want to 'settle down'! There is no fun to live in the single city for years! Talking about positive feelings!)

Still, for my Good health and wealth I have to move!

Time to say 'Good Bye, East'! I am going to miss you!

How I wish..

How I wish when I sleep, I slip into warm blanket back home;I reach the stage where my mind stays numb and the heart over whelms. Those tears of joy are being preserved by the comfortable pillow I have hugged and I don't realize when the world offered me my life again-Back home.

How I wish when I talk to my mom; I can touch her by just extending my hand through a curtain of 'Distance'.I can see those plans she made for us, taking shape.I enjoy the cup of coffee, over flowing with the love, Mom beside me, laughing over my 'I am scared to death' looks while watching Crime patrol-Back home. 

How I wish when I write to dad, he calls me from the door of my room by my 'new' nick name.I look back and say 'Ten more minutes Papa, I am coming, you start'; This time I wish I don't take the long ten minutes and run to him for the much awaited dinner we are going have. Ah,Papa has cooked some weird salad with some odd dressing- Back home.

How I wish when I ping my brother on 'Whatsapp', I disturb my huge younger sibling; I snatch his blanket to give him a shock and try to shake him again so that he might open his eyes. He threatens me not to disturb him as now he is no more a young brother but a huge, six feet two inches tall guy and he might hurt me in the act of stop me harassing him-Back home.

How I wish, My frock buddy N comes to pick me on her new Activa. The Activa gets punctured and I stare her for a moment and we start laughing on our usual fate. We park the vehicle and go to the nearby 'Havmore' or 'Honest' parlor to have our most favorite 'Chhole' or 'Masala pav'-Back home.

How I wish when I call my best buddy Shane, I try to push him inside the pathway or on the road while walking together on the dark still lovely street of Mumbai, unintentionally. He stops and let me go-I stop my blabbering and note the guy has been harassed again by your truly; I make a face, we both laugh and the journey continues-Back home. 

How I wish when I talk to my Bro Buddy (The elder one), I find his friend from another branch talking to him and it is already lunch hour. I try to scare him by silent threats. He ignores and finishes his so called discussions and try to find reasons for the delay to avoid my wrath. Yeah I am so hungry in the office-Back home.

How I wish when we group chat, We try to pull each other's legs. Of course the Girl will always get my support and so this time my bro buddy 2 is the target.He gets irritated by my jokes and pranks; he throws the pillow or the cup whatever is there in the hand and Yeah it hurts me bad-I don't mind.- Back home.

How I wish- I blog nice stories and experiences from home.

They don't start with 'How I wish' any more-Back home.

'Pav' bhar zindagi ki 'Chah'!

So while getting mad due to the mice and other animals already roaring in my stomach (Mice roar when you are damn hungry okay?!), I pinged my senior if he is free to visit the new 'Komalas' stall inside our campus.For people back home, 'Komalas' is a very famous Indian food chain in Singapore.

The ever ready battery aka my senior came from a far far world, to accompany me for the lunch at 3pm. Yeah normal human beings don't eat so late, we are students. I never knew I am going to achieve a spiritual peak during meditation in the stall. No, it was not a yoga camp in place of the food stall. Hold on.

When I lift the tray after ordering the food, it all started. I was in the world of Pavbhaji and Masala chah/Masala tea. The smell of Indian spices actually made me go in the different world, I suspect it was a short visit to heaven. I kept on meditating in the same air and started hogging till I finished each particle of the prepared food.

If I am allowed to exaggerate, The Shah Jahan would have cut his hands so that the cook cant prepare food and Masala tea for anyone else!! :D

When I finished the meditation after a few minutes of completing the last drop of the Masala tea, I guess I discovered a new type of meditation. A meditation which makes you attached more towards the materialistic world. Where materialistic world consists of only Moh Maya for such food dishes and tea in Singapore, forever.

The song 'Sau gram Zidagi' which I love only for the rhythm and not for lyrics made sense to me today, as I was already possessing,

'Pav' bhar zindagi ki 'Chah'!

PS: The every ready senior, who wanted an interesting blog post on the experience, 'Dude sorry but I can only write in the dramatic/PJish way! :D But when you said, 'Har kharab mood ko mast karneki dawa, Fursat ka luft uthaneki dawa, Masala chai Masala chai, aaj hi azmaye apne nazdiki Komalas pe', I wanted to give you billion Mirchis!

From Singapore, with love-4

It was not possible to tie 'what is going on' in a single unit and thus I decided to wrap it in a bundle and send it to India. The life has become dynamic, to the extent, I have to actually apply the 'will' force to balance and not to tumble down by the speed it possess.

• It was a week of recess, which was used by yours truly in roaming around here and there in Singapore or in a better way 'exploring' Singapore. Visited a distant relative of mine, who just shifted to Singapore a few months ago, though I was scared of being bored as I have met them only once in my life before this visit, it went pretty well. They let me speak you see, I can go on and on!! Of course two visits to Didi and playing with Xena was on the top list and it was just warm and full of fun!When she calls me 'Ma(mi)si', I just want to scream at top of my voice and jump just like her!! Ah, the biggest achievement, I feel is when she identifies me as 'Masi'! Smart Girl!! :)
• I am coming up with a review for Krishna Key , and a very special thanks to Blog Adda! I mean, none of us knew , the disappointment shown on the FaceBook page of Blogadda would be taken so seriously and first time Books would be sent to Singapore for the review!! Before I post a review, guys if you can buy, get the book and lock your self in a room if you are interested in the history, religion, science, mathematics and what not!
• I had lost my mind in between several times. Frustration caused by unknown reasons, guilty for my health, anger for the world are understatements for that state of mind. A session of scoldings and a few hours alone-made my mind come back to the original - Take it easy dude- state of mind.
• Studies. A big time challenge for me. I simply skip the theory part and try to relate it to my work experience which makes me deduct the 40% of my syllabus, that is bad! I guess I should be more disciplined. 
• I have been labelled as 'Inarguable' by a few persons in the world and it makes me numb. Yes I am rigid on what I have selected from many, Yes I appreciate the innovation, Yes I am open to critique but dude, I am not YOU. I have a different opinion.Just because you are the MAJORITY bunch of people, it doesn't prove you are 'Right'! (No, Shane it is not for you!)
• The biggest event of the week was my 'Universal Studio' trip. The fun, the excitement, The adrenaline rush, The cuteness of the place, The thrilling feel of the fast pace, I guess I am going to cherish my moments in the roller coaster of the Universal Studio, when I decided not to miss any of the rides in the fear. I faced, I conquered. I saw the world from the coaster turning around with open eyes, thrice!
• I am looking forward to coming three four months. My life is going to take the twist, and it can be a disaster or a boon. It is inevitable. Ah, The India trip awaiting this December following a series of threatening activities which include Exams too.
• If you are thinking of closing the tab and ditching the post right now, wait. Now close the tab as the blog post is going to end here with no closer statement today! :D