Monday, December 17, 2012

The Way I Am

This song (by ‘Ingrid Michaelson’) is one of my favorite pick these days. It is a slow one, kinda laid back, but awesome and sweet!! I could imagine myself at that falling age, singing the same to my belovedJ. It may be a habit or a daily chore, but that is all which makes your life worth living.

“If you were falling, then I would catch you
You need a light, I’d find a match
Coz I, love the way you say Good Morning
And you take me the way I am.

If you are chilly, here take my sweater
You head is aching, I’ll make it better
Coz I, love the way you call me Baby
And you take me the way I am.

I’d buy you rogaine, when you start losing all you hairs
Sew on patches to all you tear
Coz I, love you more than I could ever promise.
And you take me the way I am.”

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Forget Me Not!

It is been a while I have pet a dog. It was just “Julie”, and after she died never felt like keeping one. The other minion my parents have at home – “Chakki” – we don’t have a chemistry. It is because of way too less interactions we have had. She was brought home after I moved from home. She sees me once in an year or may be less than that. I can’t expect us to be best of the kind with that!

Julie was a dear one. She was there since the time I was in school. We – my sis, Julie n I grew up together. She was a good dog, not the trouble maker. But actively involved with us in all that crooked stuff which drove my mother crazy. She liked me the best – we used to play her favorite ball game, get wet in the rain , play with the mud and hug each other making us dirty. I used to talk to her all my chores, and even whine when I was all alone. She was a comfort and different from all that people who fill you with a bundle of advises. It was sad to leave her when I moved out from home for work. She died when I was working in Bangalore. The feeling was worse, realizing that there is not that little one to play with when you are back home.

Never wanted to keep a doggie after that since I realized it is going to be an emotional out-break again when I lose one. Also I am not a “dog person”, that I get along with many. Mostly am scared of dogs, and always keep myself away from them. Sometime back had my friend dog sit for his aunt. I barely got into his house after the dog came. It was a British Bull dog – “Sweetie”. She is a big one, unlike Julie hence my reasons for getting hyper scared. My friend forced me to his place followed by my encounter with Sweetie. I tried my best to keep distance from her, but she was behind me every place I move to. It was not sure if  she actually liked me or was uncomfortable with the foreign entity in her locale. My friend was moving to a different place and hence we were busy packing his house hold. I had Sweetie escort me the whole time. After a while, I got over the fear and was casual. We took her out to play and could find her still cling around me. It was surprising to see her like me, and she reminded me so much of Julie.

Sweetie was there for a week and we met daily.  Even though not close, felt bad after learning that she left. I keep remembering her every time I see a dog. Even grow curious at times and tend to ask my friend how she does. But I know there is no point as she lived very far from mine. I guess she refreshed in me my oldie friend who I miss and re-lived some lost and forgotten memories. Wish to have a doggie nowJ!!

Sunday, July 15, 2012

The First Rule

The famous phrase - "First impression marks the best". Heard people saying," I knew the first time what a sort of person he would be. My instincts are never wrong. I can just judge a person easily". Guess it stays good only for really talented and watchful people. I am certainly not the blessed one. Really bad at accessing people. It is not that I don’t  attempt to -- Oh yeah very much form my own sweet opinions. " That person looks like a jerk, not the normal types", "It is better I stay 10 feet away, not interested in initiating a conversation". And these are just not murmured inside, but brave enough to declare it. Every freaking time, I prove myself poor and gullible when things turn the reverse. Quick recap, points me to what the first impression was formed on the person, and that it was crappy.
If I do not like a person, it is not left that way. I become a heavy critic of all that the person do. Opinions are made really fast not even evaluating facts. The most funny thing is that the heavy comments I have made all through are about the ones who are really close to me today. May be it is a rule, I have to start it the wrong way. When it is to the point, I speak with the person on how it started, it really turns funny for me to explain a big WHY!!!..Many a time I just think back on how stupid I judge people. I am a typical “Leo”, and I exhibit my anger when it turns to hurting my ego. The “special” people who I mention, walk in with that attitude to knock the very thing which really makes me mad. Later I realize, those are the ones to which I whine the most, shout at the moment I go mad, trouble them my best with the very confidence that they will never yell back at me. I don’t talk sweet to them, but I know they are the sweetest to me always. I force them to listen to all my favorite music, suffer all my stupid stories. They comfort me when I panic in trouble, laugh with me on the stupid jokes. Life is beautiful with such wonderful friends around J.

Monday, May 14, 2012

Mother's Day

This is a day I can claim, for doing something worth - which made a very special person happy.  Some spare time I got to browse through, saw a marquee about Mother's day gifts and celebrations. Got reminded of how my sister and I used to celebrate Mother's day when I was back home. We used to get cute gifts, though useless my Mom used to treasure them. It was always my sister who used to remember all the special times and drag me to partner them.

She is one wonderful person who I always admired. A person full of energy and life, and indeed talented. I always wanted to grow beautiful, intelligent like her, though it was never been expressed anytime. Anytime i feel down or lonely, its none other than her who can speak sense to me. Any good or bad, she was always by my side supportive. She makes me feel special appreciating the very little thing I do. I just love her endless.

Drafted a mail after and sent her. By the time I reached office saw her respond to my email. It was difficult to keep tears off me. Felt very good about the little gift and may be a surprise I could give her.

Happy Mother's Day to all the beautiful and blessed women!