.....raise a toss .... for your someone ......

  .... enjoy the sweetest cherries .....

  ...... have the most cheerful ambience around ......

 

.....reach the pinnacle of success ..... the highest lap ......

                                                                                    

Dreams

They say dreams never come true,

But at the first day of school

When you become a favourite green horn

And

get full house buddies

When you receive too many hands

bungling in the lunchbox

And people start calling you by name.

You come closer.

They say dreams never come true.

But during the results

when you get hugs and bashes,

lots of cheer

and

benisons to beget.

When you see your work yielding smiles

And flowing credits

adding to the shine.

You come closer.

They say dreams never come true

But when your first salary is at you hands

And

compliments on the way

When donnism prevails and liturgical essence paid.

When you feel intrepid and more

fixed

To finally look inward and explore.

You come closer.

They say dreams never come true

But when you see

 in his eyes

And he stares back

for long……

You talk to stars

about him

And even get replies.

You frame your picture

and write your stories

And

He comes in

To be a part of it.

You come closer.

They say dreams never come true

But dreams bring closer to construe.

To realise its says and signs

To know that they are all mine.

Happy it is to feel that I came closer

To what I dreamt and wished for

Giving way to new budding fancies to bore

I wish to have more and more dreams

In different forms and variant colours

To get happy gleams and a lively lodger.

to n fro thought...........

I saw a dream

I was at the peak of an icy mountain having two entirely different scenes on its two sides....one side was totally crowded with number of heads I could barely see and the other side was landy, green with silence and pearled with peace...chaotic side was too noisy enough to convey the voices at the peak .....it sounded ghastly as if some battle was going to outbreak... i dumped those voices on  the other side but of no use since they were too strong ..........

.I decided to tumble down towards the landscape and at least get rid of the ear deafening clamors.... as soon as I reached the other side I found somebody sitting on the bed of grasses ,waved with an air swapped by the butterfly wings and singing branches of the tree.....I couldn't see his face but his back which were supported by the protective tree by his side .....

the mesemerisation would have continued if I were at his back...but i wanted to see the face of the most luckiest and apparantly happiest person in this world....

I didn't want to break his silence ...so slowly slowly when I moved ahead....it was much more than a surprise and out of the sudden blissful agog I came out of my dream................................

That person was me...that landscape and the serendipity was core of my heart that still is at peace bluffing the people at the other side who can only barrack but choice is mean because I am at the peak of a mountain named mountain of will..................

Thoughts flowing wild & wide......(1)

A "single" friend's remark ... "unmarried working girls faces a lot of issues!!"
 A "married" friend shared.... "marriage adds to it exponentially ;) 

Here comes The Big Question Mark ..... "Why?"

The uncomfort is always there among unknown new faces ......every time lots of anticipations, prejudices and a bit fear remain surrounded .................. Is This The Answer!!

direct dil se(2)

Sometimes we feel how faster our journey to life has become.In no time we entered into youth from childhood and soon we will be more than everything with big  liablities and bagfull of memories.........I feel sometimes that not everything we are able to remember .Among the powerful moments some always remain with us ,associated,reminding the essence of it and adding a new freshness whenever we realise our bereavement............................................................These inspirations and blessings are carried and conveyed in the air and we feel protected and adored even if we are away from our families and friends,kiths and kins.We can call it as the charm of our age or  our beings that we are able to find bliss even in deserted days and cheer in dry times ,that we have seen all goods and all bads of too many things and that we still have tenderness of all obvious emotions.......

Many times we hurt people and the next time we are hurt,we weep,we cry,we scream,we feel bad and the time goes on....
Most of the times we affection people and we are loved ,we feel elated,we feel proud,we smile,we blush ,we laugh,we dance ,we enjoy....
Just see the colours of human emotions which dabbles and changes ever another second and we say that yes we are still alive and we are still surviving,we are still living our lives....away from family and friends,kiths and kins..,............

sweta.

Direct Dil Se……(1)

If I look behind into my memory lane….. I find ….. at several occasions ….. I  just missed “ the my level of success”…… only due to the mere absence of luck …..and nothing else….. these instances led me down then…..broken & disheartened…… but…… now…… I realize by my personal experience….. that…… in the long run….. it’s a hard core truth ...... “whatever happens…..happens for good” ….. at each such instant HE had a better plan for me which HE kept showering according to HIS time arrangement ….. by the deluge of love with which HE keeps me surrounded ….. I justly feel HE constantly says ….. “ ….. my child…..you are precious to me and I love you” !!

saffron...........

you are
a girl who loves herself
a girl who loves to look at herself
a girl who loves to talk to herself
a girl who thinks a lot before her acts
a girl who feels jealous at obvious
a girl who is girl inside
a girl who cries when happy
a girl who smiles when gloomy
a girl who blushes but never admits
a girl who still has a girl inside.............

a girl who likes make-overs
a girl who treasures mementoes
a girl who remebers the trivials 
a girl who has secrets
a girl  who polishes her words
a girl whose face is a fiction 
a girl who also turns pink
a girl who acts stoic
a girl who loves walking on the wet grass
a girl who loves gossiping with stills
a girl who frames stories all around
a girl who writes a lot
a girl who gets confused
a girl still has a girl inside........... 

a girl who loves colours
a girl who is a saffron
a girl who loves walking through the rain
a girl who shouts aloud in solitaire
a girl who loves reverie
a girl who is complicately simple
a girl who nurtures nature
a girl who dreams a lot
a girl who dances a lot
a girl who articulates life
a girl who has sainthood 
a girl who imitates truth and facts
a girl who inspires
a girl who still has a girl inside..........  

a girl who....(u can add.....................                                                    

waves of leoism

To all the lovely leos,
my tempometer today reached the trip level when I was about to cry watching all the videos of being together singing ,laughing,teasing,gossiping ,partying and proudly boasting all true about leoism.

somewhere in the corner of my system had this folder named 'leo yaadein' and as a matter of fact after more than one year I was watching all of us in deshpandey,monarch,17 degrees,madhulika on 'bank more' roads ,in MC-45,in college canteen,in mandir,at main gate and the glimpse made all my dusted memories fresh and green.

Once a leo always a leo became alive watching these videos and snapshots of those moments which are strong enough to shoo out any blueness anytime.
                                                      our batch MOC where suraj's quoting the adjectives to invite me on stage was actually scripted by me only,
                                                     where class ki ladkiyaan tanmoy ko bhaiya keh gayin,where the accent and style icon guda made the magnum opus really a great finish
                                                                              ,where our first backstage experiment though were bad from our part but being encouraged and applauded by seniors,where dancing natraj was being portrayed as some kind of 'noone'
                                                                          ,where we three used to stick together and try to reduce the length of our converstions with them as many times as possible,when we used to make newly born giggles and gossips about the newly made leomates,when our bondings started taking a new shape,new form,when we started forming a nice team,a great team,
                                                                     when we started loving our company we started finding chances to party again and again,when we waited for b'days and events,when we two hypothetically tasted laii courtsey to our great duos and on the same day when the other two enjoyed their chicken,
                                                               when we started feeling 'j' at times our love were shared,when we started doing CDMs with reasons,without reasons,when we were being recognised for one reason of being a leo,when we started sharing,aaahhhhhhhhwe were at the top of the world.we had the best times ever.

                                                      Though watching the rotated videos recorded by pankhuri with a tilted neck on the system was a little tough but

tempo raised to see us in pre FOYC days in DPA.deciding the themes,those glittery hands and faces where last finish to some undone pieces is given
                                                    ,where the hangouts are to be floored on the stage first as in to solve the jigsaw puzzle,painting the emblems and the red circle,thinking of some new unused fonts and the color combination,finally cutting the lcd borders and utilising all the mixed glitters
                                                        ,stiching the pieces together making use of taller guys in the club,taking rehearsals of juniors together with all sorts of helpful suggestions,the most important being"leos don,t practice.they are always spontaneous on screen",
                                                   having secret and private refreshment meetings in the green room sponsored by the honorable treasurer in the absence of president and guda,discussing some anti other club activities and strategies,writing and enjoying the heaviest and most convincing voice of hello guru
                                                         ,scripting president,s and secretary speech where the only two times when they lifted their face towards audience were to welcome and then to say thanks at the end,
                                               launching of souveneirs and standing behind the pool of great people of our institute giving poses to the flashlights,smashing the foy cake and then dancing off all day hard work on the floor.

                                                      The evertime buttered affection of lovely juniors and our free suggestions used to wave in an air of freshness and excitement to stay in DPA as long as possible where the hardest job to take written permission from supri for the girls.
                                                   We got all the fair chances to care and love and pamper a lot of lovely people:our batchmates,our sweet juniors and cute grand juniors.
                                                   Every get together used to be a great moment and the hangovers used to be huge.Our efforts to make our happening secretary and tough looking presi laugh a bit in the meetings,tale twisting and wrapping up with thoughts
                                                                             ,the talking distance from MC-45 to GH ,shining lapel buttons and passing on the chits ,banging the giant bell with the hammer pronouncing the end of meeting,the robotic impression of leo club during first general meeting and raising the bar during briefing:all seemed to be undelible experiences and some beautiful chunks of leo club that gifted us so many beautiful memories and acquaintances
                                                                         .Handing over the club is always a difficult job for every batch because from then onwards,one day in each week at 5:00 clock inthe evening we would miss something big very badly but agin it is always nice to see the legacy being carried on successfully and even better.
                                                                                It was always hard to depart and attend the last meeting with all those whom we loved ,we cared,we pampered I love all of you for you being yourself when we used to be together,laughing,talking,flirting,teasing and enjoying.These are like raising our right hand and repeating again and again we are the grand leos who have got all the rights to be happy and hearty forever.good luck to all of you and god bless............

sweta

Someone is waiting......just for "U"

Even in your absence.....

                                       I feel your presence;

In brightness of day

                               And silence of night,

In chirping of birds  

                               And twinkles at sky;

I feel your presence…..

                         As a heartbeat in my heart,

                              As a breadth to my life;

I feel your presence..…

                                every moment..... just by my side!!

I feel your presence……

                                        whatever I do…… 

I feel your presence….…

                                       wherever I go,

                  As…….             

                         My heart always comes back to "U"!!

Whoever you are.....

                             where ever you are.....

                                   someone is waiting.....just for "U" !!




With love & regards !!

choc-ice realisation

september26'2010
sunday,11:25pm
GAIL,Pata
It is going to be nearly one complete year (one month left)at work in my company as an engineer.Lots of thoughts and images are rumbling throughout adding to a vague picture of all the one year mementoes of this place:some good ,some bad,some pleasant and some stringent enough to carry on.There were lots of realisations and vicarious feelings in such a little time you can say but which seemed to be an age which in true sense made me feel one more year old to my age this time.Amazing varities of people,surprisingy filthy environment,arid and sour loneliness,rugged routine which sometimes offers some faddist impressions though are all those i came across as much I can recall right now at stretch without any pause.However there were some illuminating scenes as well whose shelter i often pursued to get escaped from the boisterous things I just mentioned.The most implicit among them was my eager-beaver state at work which always helped me forget all else.Though wether hammer struck at right point or not,it matters least to me as always.Many times on field I found and noticed so many things consistently unchanged and thus my inspiration.Among them was the behaviour of some critical equipments which used to become more adverse at the repetitive manual mischieveous attitudes which are generally stereotypes.Though animated,machines healthy working cannot be compromised with the no help behaviours of the operators coz not only the life of machine with which expectations of the company has been reposed but also the life of the concerned personnals associated would be at stake.Generally humans are not adaptive towards change ,it is indeed hard since it brings a feeling within that you were wrong.Though pre acceptance time is hard to get along but once that change happens hollowness inside gtarts getting consolidated.Competition,race,hiearchy,system,discipline,catch-22 all are the prevalent and logically very utmost features of a public sector company where you can grow old very soon not in terms of your experience but your layout as well.After a monotonus streched out schedule,when you come out to some outer world you would feel that there are lots of things to  think and discuss and care and learn but only thing that is pulling our leg is that we cannot change the work profile and neither its schedule.Life has changed a lot and after writing this much one more realisation pinched me just now that pessimism has entered into me when ,how I dont know and this feature is also of course one of the rewards of my one year work in a PSU where your own changes would not be conspicuous to you.But I cannot talk dark,not at all reasons being very simple...firstly I do not want these changes in me and get layered with the dust of these corporeal filthiness and secondly every cloud has a silver lining and every shooting star fulfills a wish ...these things still are my beliefs and make my heart green amidst the dead appearing workplace.I am happy I am still having the tender sentiments,getting layered though,I am still having the courage to break the ice of monotony and prejudices,I am stll having the love of my loved ones and i am still having too many things to do to retain my being as myself.

one year and one girl....still lot to do taking short pauses to regain the lost values of life...............just scared sometimes that this choc-ice will melt and so will be the whiteness..........
all the best to me and with newer hopes ....
sweta

some moments which we cherished and some we are waiting to come across...............
compliments,
sweta

“SHE” is the chief…….!!

The title sounds marvelous…….isn’t it??

But first and foremost, above all, I thank the Almighty for making me the one among those privileged classes of girls in this modern Indian society who have the permission to come out of their shelters, leaving behind the household exertion (for some manageable time) and go to Office!! I thank Him for making me the one among the ones who can share her each and every experience with her most nearest and dearest….. who have their every interest in her talks….. and who are elated with even a small success of hers ..…..who stand besides her while she enjoys her interests, her place and her penny!!

Certainly, I am fortunate here…..and so are my most friends..….but the question which ache my heart is that why don’t all she of this great nation fall in this category? Why are there still so much of constraints to limit her even in this age when few of her gender even inhaled on moon and when a she occupies the topmost chair of the nation!! It was this grand nation only that produced Laxmibai centuries ago…..and where female deities have been worshiped since ages for all forms of human luxuries and comforts!!

No doubt there is a long list of “she(s)” of this nation who fetched laurels in their endeavors. They have ruled the nation, been the CEO(s) and MD(s), topped the universities and entrances, been IAS/IPS/Doctors/ Engineers/IAF Leaders /Scientists/Sports persons and teachers, above and beyond being been a super mom, a lovely wife and a beautiful daughter….. but the statistics still shows that this “privileged she” have mostly if not all, belonged to the built-up. Still there is a layer of people in this society who considers her encumber and ill-fate and who goes on and on for another issue to have a male. Still there are homes in which the females are bound to carry “only” their domestic duties, not due to the division of work, but because they are considered to be destined to do so……in other words they are only made for it!! If the nation has to be the bird of gold again, this perspective needs to be altered!! Its high time & remember that service begins at home!!

Add your bit…….VALUE HER!!

You can feel her care in form of a sister;

You can feel her warmth in form of a friend;

You can feel her passion in form of a beloved;

You can feel her dedication in form of a wife;

You can feel her divinity in form of a mother;

You can feel her blessings in form of a grandmother;

She is so tough…….yet her heart is so tender;

                                              So naughty;

                                           So charming;

                                        So sharing;

                                      So melodious;

She is a women……..she is life !! 

She can manage all things ….. she has that caliber…..just give her the opportunity……she will surely prove it!!

I am sure coz I do it J ….awesome experience 2 work  & study & cook & care my dears & relax & then move on again…..jus luv the cycle…..:):)

& luv u bhaiya, maa and daddy …… dis zz my 1^st article in dis blog J

With love and regards,

Pankhuri

go on recalling.."it's time to.....

some stress busters and worry wear outs
:sitting on the terrace at night draped with stars and yellow moon.....
painting papers with the colour of the moods
looking at the gifts and cards of great moments in the past
sitting with the nature making self peaceful and quiet
receipes at kitchen mixing all the tastes of events....
watching videos made with kith and kin and photos with excellent poses...
 shopping and trial room strikes....
dreaming of things which are owned in dreams...

Beginning with...........

September,24'2010
00:59HRS
A reverie village of white petals has been discovered to find out the deep corners of hearts which when will speak not exactly magical dust would be sprinkled but the happiness and bliss will enter within.The far away helplessness will turn into an  enhanced intimacy and a state of reverie will bring back the days ,call back the moments and strike out the missing joys.A village of openness,gossips ,wordiness,giggles,tickles,critics,sarcasm and fun would count for the coming grand moments we are going to share together and the tunes on which we would dance together.
White petals are the faces of all those emotions and feelings that need to be written and shared together and are the harbingers of the fading shadows of five souls whose laughters,screams,kisses,whootings,gags and frolics are still floating in the air.Vicariously to enjoy the same companionship and togetherness due to the material distances in between,softness of the petals under the exreme whiteness need to touch all the fragments to fragmentise the aura once again.
now feeling too sleepy at this time,will revert back with the petals.....good night world and good night my plants in the new garden:my money plants with new tender and tight green leaves everyday grow at list a cm longer and are too eager it seems to wrap the walls,my rangoon creepers which have reached the terrace giving me butterflies in beely in the excitment of arrivals of flowers which are still awaited,my two twin kids with white four petals..some hanging on and some on the ground as mirror image,and my carpet grasses whose hair cut is since long getting postponed by me ofcourse covering up the baldness of my lands....grow well soon all of you and good night to all.
with best wishes,
sweta