Come, Stumble Here.

I have an extremely interesting thing for you, dear reader. What you have to do is just click on the following link obediently and you shall be regaled by the head-scratching-jaw-dropping-eyes-popping video.

Pinky swear! 

QUESTION: Do you believe in time travel? Sshhhh...I will not tell you anything. Just click on it. CLICK!!!

http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/2KjF9L/:1Pg2r!Bk+:1LlcTAcKa/www.youtube.com/watch?v=aJ26MgzNCyA%2F

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P.S: I did not have time to write much. Going through a bad internet phase. Thus, only the link.

Speak Music to Me and I Will be Your Symphony.

The other day at court, while I was waiting for the proceedings to begin, I indulged in a random conversation with my co-intern. Like always, we had plenty of spare time to look around and wonder how hard it is to pursue a career in litigation. But it was music that we talked about, instead. He asked me about my taste. No, actually before that he asked me whether I listen to music at all. You tell me..do I look like a person who doesn’t listen to music? Duh! So the first name that popped up in my head was that of Coldplay. If you haven’t heard Coldplay, go stand in front of the mirror, introspect for a minute and die. That is what a voice in my head yelled when he asked Coldplay? Is that a band?

Wait...the story didn’t end there. He was alien to every other song I mentioned. After giving him a dumbstruck look I shot the same question at him. It was heart-breaking to listen to a list which included crappiest songs and artists- Akon, Enrique, Pitbull, 50 Cent, Chammak Challo, Honey Singh and in support of which he said ‘Ajkal ke youth ko yehi pasand hai.’ (Today’s youth enjoy this music). But where is the 'music', I wondered. At that very moment, an entirely new side of me came to light. I felt so repulsed by him. It was like a stream of repulsion that was flowing out of his mouth as he spoke of those names. Over dramatic? Am I? Oh c’mon, he disliked Coldplay’s ‘Fix you’.

Still over-dramatic?

I narrated this hopelessly sad incident to a friend who has an impressive choice in this field and he just smiled. For he told me that he has felt the same with many and it doesn’t bother him anymore.

Just like what wise people teach, you grow with time. You evolve with time. You learn to absorb shocks like these with time.

For now, I have got this song which I stumbled upon my song hunting spree last night and the night before. Did I tell you that youtube has a side where every song on the side panel is totally new and it takes you on a  roller coaster ride? People there call it 'YouTube Narnia'. :D

Listen and appreciate quality music:

In Me, The Universe.

The endless journey

The endless quest has begun

Here is the first step.

I see a mirage.

That which keeps me going forever

Someday, I will reach.

There, right there. Because

That is where the quest will end

In me, the universe.

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Written for: Haiku heights

Picture Source: weheartit

Moments of the Day.

That feeling which you get after pestering your parents so hard to let you drive all by yourself and they, all of a sudden, agree to your request. You turn the ignition on and sit there for a while, trying to realize the actuality of the moment, feeling the rush of blood all through your body. You are so overwhelmed with the thought of driving independently, that you cradle sheer bliss within till you reach your destination - Delhi High Court (yes, it is 'the' thing to brag. :D ) And on returning home safely, you see your parents greet you with a big smile and how you are filled with the feeling of achievement.

And that is when I felt like a grown up, a responsible and a little 'independent' grown up.

That feeling, when after a heavy day you take a nap in the evening and wake up to the sound of monsoon showers. You rub your eyes and just before you know you find yourself standing in the balcony (I run fast...sometimes) with your arms stretched out and eyes tightly shut. To add more to the joy, your adorable dog runs out to you in the rain, wags a little and runs back. Oh! And does the same quite many times. :P

Yes, it is monsoon time in my dear city. And let me take the opportunity to add 'Finally' which is so credited to the long wait.

*HAPPY*

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P.S: I didn't want to spoil my happy happy post so I am asking it in this irrelevant space here. What the hell has happened to Bollywood music? Where is the 'music' in the songs like 'Main hu he nahi iss duniya ki'? FML!! Not that I listen to these pathetic compositions intentionally. But being surrounded by endless Bollywood lovers, I somehow end up giving my ears a bad ache. Every other song is adorned with horribly-raping-the-heart-of-music-lovers lyrics.

Sigh!

Anyway, listen to this song you lovely reader. An old song, I know. But it has got a timeless beauty. :-)

Don't Go Back to Sleep!

Do you see?

How the big white ball on that dark sheet covered with stars is skulking behind clouds? And look how the clouds manoeuvre past the zillion stars. They are playing a silent symphony to you. You know why? Because you are special. You are special as the world offers you its incredulous beauty. Traverse it like it is a part of you. Traverse it like you traverse your soul. And everything around shall speak endearments into your ears.

On the colossal canvas formed by a whole pack of myriad thoughts, take a stroll on a path and wander through it. Be free and free your soul! You see a young girl, there. See how her eyes gleam as she looks out of the small window. She is agog at dark grey clouds that greet her with a loud thunderous sound. She absorbs all that the nature has to offer and runs out to be a part of it. The sight is pleasing. Does it remind you of your unfathomable longing to soak up the first shower of the season?

It does, to me!

For all that is relevant is out there in open. For all that is worth a try is free of complications and doubts. Just like what Rumi says:

“The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you
Don't go back to sleep!
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep!
People are going back and forth
across the doorsill where the two worlds touch,
The door is round and open
Don't go back to sleep!”
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Picture Source : deviantart

When It's All About Searching an Outlet.

It is bad. Everything around me is changing. 'Thing' not people. And why in the world does it make me swirl in disbelief that many of my favorite though mundane activities, are confronting their end? I don't want to sound typical when I say that things change or time change. But I do. Uhhh...am I PMSing or what? :|

The past two months i.e., April (the worst) and May greeted me within sudden ups and downs. They kept me busy with nth number of things. And now as I have put my feet in the month of June, Miss Life doesn't seem to be satisfied with a whole list of changing things. *Grumpy look* To begin with, my teenage ended. Though I don't miss being a teenager...AT ALL,(Gosh, I am a 20something blogger. Wuhooo!!!) it is undoubtedly a part of why I am being this way. 

Moreover, I am shifting to a new city i.e., Delhi. Now before you read further it is my duty to inform you that I AM a 'Delhi wali' by birth, heart, soul and by my whole khandaan (clan, to be clearer). Actually, I lived, not in Delhi but in NCR. So theoretically, in a few days, I would be lazying around at a new home in an entirely new city but practically, it doesn't matter. Phew! What matters is that my life here, in this little peaceful city is nearing its end. It makes my heart ache, big time, to bid goodbye to a whole era of my school and memories and friends and so on. It is usual to behave this way when something like this happens, I know. Because it is totally worth to feel sad about. The people here deserve it. Don't they? And so, this reason tops the list.

Moving on, my parents will complete 25 years of their togetherness in less than an hour. And I am so more than happy! Of course, I am. I have this whole surprise thing ready to be delivered early morning. All geared up for that. Oh by the way, this is totally unrelated to the not-so-important discussion about why I am so irked these days. I just thought to share. Ha!

So, the next thing which is irksome is the fact that I am not able to take off to some place cold while the temperature is soaring beyond its stupid limits. I have made some desperate efforts to convince my parents as well as my friends to make a trip. So far not so good. Sigh!

Well, this is it. The whole grumpy me has got a good little outlet. And I am all excited to celebrate the Silver Anniversary of the two most adorable people in my world.

See you later!

P.S: I will try to be more regular, my very sweet reader. Pinky swear! If I am not just know that I am PMSing again. *I am such a girl*. XD

And Cancer is a bitch. 

Be a Bird.

Be a bird. Be unfettered and carry me on the wings.

Share the laughter, the mesmerising glee

Lock me up in your arms,

And dive away from the heat

Be a bird. Carry me within you.

With flowing dreams, talk to me the beliefs of love and beyond

Watch the evanescence of the day

And in a natural manner, make me uncover the woven song.

Lose your inhibitions. Be a bird.

Absence.

What if I go?

Leave the rain

Leave that walk in the night

Leave my favourite song behind

Would you remember my idiosyncrasies.

What if I go?

Would you catechize the crumbles of beguiling bond,

Cry or just sit in my favourite corner

And have a talk with the zephyr.

It is not too dreamy, is it?

Then maybe you could just make a promise

To show me a comely reflection

Beneath the countenance of present

That would be my life.

In your hands, when I am gone.

What if I indeed go?

I need you to buy me few breaths

To accompany me on the voyage

Of pretty life and prettier death.

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Now make an effort and hear this. Something which could just touch the deepest cord of the heart. An extremely beautiful composition!

Picture Source: weheartit

Warmth.

A message from hope,

"Crisp warmth demurely waits

Beyond dusty chase."

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Yes, I do talk of inspirational stuff on a Friday, 13th.

Written for: Haiku Heights

Image Source: weheartit

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Sigh! Google is such a darling.

Skip Things.

There are these things.

Huge, dark and loud.

Yelping out that it is too hard to hold on

But we do and we have a lot to be proud

Especially of that morose end

Which cradled a gorgeous start
Sigh! Those were things.

If the message beneath twisted strings

Tells me not to hunt down
The chapter which doesn't exist,

I will not carry on the search.

Because yes, I am irritably stuck

Right there inside of you.

So let go off your fears baby,

I am where I belong.

Skip the messy things for now
And merge me in your song.