My Dream....long way to go

Hmmm, that needs some thought!

I don't really mind crowded trains. I secretly enjoy listening to my co-passengers discussing their holiday plans and what they had for dinner. I also get pleasure watching hapless moms and dads trying to pacify their wailing one year old who seems to have a secret plan of his own to force everyone on the train to ask for earplugs.

I was on a train last Sunday (more on that coming up) and as expected, the train was full. The family sitting ahead of us was a mom-dad-3-kid group. The youngest would have been around four years old. I did not have to strain my ears too much to listen to their banter as they were clearly excited about their trip to Bangalore and were talking quite loudly about their holiday plans.

As the train started moving, the four year old shouts above all the other noise and banter,
"Mommy, which country are we going to today?"
The mom mumbled something and stuck a lollipop into the kid's mouth.
Please note that the question was 'which country are we going to today' and not just 'which city are we going to!

Something tells me that the 4 year olds thoughts are definitely way higher than my bank balance!

Hmmm, that needs some thought!

Sweet friends..

Doing this post after a long time I planned to act on it. Just wanna write about all my friends I ve admired in my college life. When I get it on, so many pals dashed my mind. Hopefully all will be added up in the forthcoming posts…

About her...

She is single piece, no one can correspond her. One who loves to Talk, Talk, Talk, Blab, Sing, Spill the beans…Anytime she is ready to let the cat out of the bag.

Walking with her is better than walking alone as she tries to express her care all the way. How much ever she is occupied a big “Hai” and charming face expression upon meeting someone. Or perhaps a friend whose spirit never dies. First person to comfort tears and fears to give hope or shine bright. Total joy who brings silly times to make us laugh loud. And heavily from eye to eye to the session of sweet silent all of us have been touched by her beautiful relationship. she wish good for all with extreme care but still I wonder about her compassion, deep love, enthusiasm and blend. I can listen to her untold stories, triumphs, success and happiness always. Someone who gladly takes time, understand people to lend helping hands.
It’s priceless!

I can't tell who she is. I can only love her and be her friend.

Feeling that can't be expressed..

I was at 25th wedding anniversary of my dad’s friend who is a person of British citizenship and the party hall was filled with mostly families along with 2-3 school-going-aged kids, a group of socialite ladies, a couple of couples not-yet-wed and some just-wed and of course some stags who just sit and stare at the couples as if that's their birthright.

The hostess was trying her best to get the people to the dance floor. And guess which first pair that made the move was?

A couple with silver hair. A couple whose combined age would be not less than 150. TRULY OLD DUET..

They could have been just another old couple you would usually see going for small strolls or just sitting around in the park watching their grandchildren play hide and seek and take for granted.

But this couple was special. The old man was the first one on the dance floor with his wife in his arms. They started dancing with each other as if that was their last night together. Their night floating off in the elegant evening bliss,facing each other in silence,chasing the morning dew,wonderful glow that warmed in their soul and heaven up above it was.The way they were waltzing and jiving and enjoying each other was a sight to behold.

I prayed....If I could be so much in love by someone when I have lost all my teeth, I know I'd be the happiest woman on this planet.

Without her...??

The one my heart and soul confided in
The one I felt the safest with
The one who knew just what to say to make me do again
I miss those times
I even miss the silly fights
The making up
And those late afternoon walks
I miss her..

It can't be Alzheimer’s at such a young age

Had my IP exam last week. Stayed up the whole night (well. almost) trying to read it. I went to the hall hoping that finally I was ready for it and I started writing the test....lo! i dont rember a thing I studied the previous night.

That feeling of helplessness is to be experienced to realise how disgusting it feels.

This is not the lone incident where I have been forgetting things....So many incidents where I remembered the people but forgot their names!..

Buddy if you are reading this....please realize it’s not me....it's just my Memory!

There are many more such occasions where I have sadly realized that my memory is actually deteriorating. But until last week I didn't realise that it has become so bad.

Once my friend teased me for not remembering some big-name movies in spite of me able to argue the solid story. My defect was examined by her. Is this the ground for we own reminder in our cellular. In all likelihood yes!

But I am still worried about this. Feel distressed and I ought to care for it.

It can't be Alzheimer’s at such a young age.....or can it?

The Pursuit of Happiness & Rubik's Cube

On some days I decide to conquer the silly cube and force it to show me all its colours arranged neatly on each side. It has never happened.I’ll do one layer. Feel happy and try some more. Mind you, I don’t use any of those fancy algorithms. So usually I just end up messing up. Finally I get bored and move on. Most of the times I just lose patience and put the Rubik’s cube in its corner. Something like a punishment – “Stand in the corner, you silly cube!” The silly cube sits in its corner and mocks me and challenges me for another tussle. I had given up these futile attempts after several humble defeats. Until I saw The Pursuit of Happiness.

SOMEONE LIKES ME SO MUCH..

Its a twelve year family relationship with him.All unavoidable possessions in life reached me as a compliment from him.My first watch,first Digi cam,first computer,first Mp3 player,admission in convent and today an ipod.He is god who hear our prayers,a man of superior qualities with great affection for his friends.A welfare worker,clergyman who employed his lifetime for service. Its been three years since i met him,but at all times he wish me well for everything i do.I feel blessed to have such people in my spirit.

DREAM MOOD

It's such a strange feeling when the dream feels so real when you are in it.It's like living your life all over again - one when you are awake and another one when you are asleep. How do we know for sure which is the 'real' real life? I am not so sure anymore.At least, I don't have any bills to pay in my dream life.And I seem to be in great shape too.

MY ROOMMATE PASSED AWAY YESTERDAY :-(

All i could remember about is her yellowish figure eight pattern on the back of her head who adjusts to live in warm, dark, wet places and basements in my room.People are at a loss of words.I do miss her too.