Shasha
I know I've been away since long, well things have been quite busy and bad. Just hoping I'll be able to post something "good and happy" about the "bad and busy" stuff after May.So here goes today's post.

Things I Wanna Do After I'm Down and Low and Crying...::


  • Sleep,cause crying makes you so tired and your eyes droopy. Falling asleep seems like the best idea then, it feels it can correct all the crap stuff that took place some time back.
  • Dress up, put on some make up (yeah! make up is a stress buster,there's always a feel good factor about it) and strut out of the house for a day of fun and shopping. [Unfortunately, I'm still dependent on my parents, so drop the idea :( ]
  • Day dream about my ambitions and how I'm going to splurge on all the money I'm going to earn some day.
  • I feel like closing all the books (if I'm studying) and surfing the net for clothes, lingerie and make-up and shoes (yeah, that's what I plan to splurge on and add a nice SUV to that list :)).
  • Want a warm hug (its best if its from the person who you just had a tiff off with or your bff would do).
  • Be creative..write something nice, or paint something or some nice art and craft work...hmmm..
  • Start day dreaming about the recent best dream you saw and wishing it would come true.
What do you feel like doing if your down? Share your list :) ..


Shasha
All of us feel the need to be loved, to be cared for, be it a human or an animal. Humans express their feelings, not all pets do, but even they have their own ways of expression, maybe they just answer to your call when you call them or talk to them. I'm not referring to animal obedience here, but to the feeling of being wanted or needed.

In North India, crows are considered to be the bearer, or attender of Lord Shani .It is believed that you should feed crows to please the Lord and ward off harm. My mom being an ardent devotee of Shani Maharaj  took to feeding crows. She would place bits of bread on our kitchen window sill of our second floor apartment and call out to the wanderers of the sky with the sound of "khao,khao". It was weeks before one finally turned up to eat, snatched the food and flew away. But she kept calling out and it wasn't long before they knew that they are being called everyday. So, now they come and sit and eat their biscuits regularly (they are surprisingly choosy about their fooding habits and don't prefer roti in their diets). Sometimes they come and call out to her instead trying hard to imitate the word khao. They don't just come for food, you find them calling just for nothing, mom responds back and blabbers to them as she works, they just sit their watching her work and fly away after some time.

I stand and watch from afar, they fly away when I approach them. I stand and watch and wonder what they feel, what do they think, do they really understand our feelings or is it just basic animal instinct to come for food. Even when mom's away for work, they come to our kitchen calling out for her....

Shasha
Ever seen the typical Bollywood movies? Where the hero is riding a cool sports bike, the rain whipping down and the heroine sitting pillion, lets her hair loose, allowing her chunni to fly in the wing (O! how sensuous) , she feels the water pouring down on her face, tasting it with her lips...and the scene ends with a hug. And it turns out to be the most romantic of the scenes in the movie and you sit there, chewing gum, imagining - I wish....

Welcome to the real world, where life is not a drama. It was a bright evening, I was on my way to the town on my trusty steed, my aviator, when it started raining cats and dogs ( make that, big cats and big dogs! ). I immediately parked my scooter, grabbed my raincoat and hopped around to get into it in the pouring rain, when these images crossed my mind. Ah! The irony of life. Now, I was back on my scooter trying to sing two lines (in imitation of our dear Hindi movies), but all that you would hear is a gargle :p , you see there was too much water entering my mouth. So, I concentrated on the road, just when I realised I seem to be smiling all the while. My lips curved upwards and eyes squinting hard in an effort to fight that rain and a desperate attempt to see the road which was now a pool of water. My face in imitation of a clown, permanently smiling. The rain no longer felt good, forget being romantic, whipping down hard, it felt like a thousand slaps on the face.

I would say, try that with your girlfriend, and all that she would shout is, "Get home fast, you fool! This is far from romantic!!".



Ashu
Guys, I’ll be honest. I had not a clue in the world that there is something in the world called trance music. For me, the so called "trance" was just a woolly subject read somewhere in the hi-fi philosophical books. It was supposed to be attained after years of self-denial. Described as an overwhelming feeling of eternal bliss and peace, no wonder people find it so hard to achieve. Strangely enough, I have to admit, I did experience bliss and emptiness, albeit in a non-standard manner. During my college years, fruitless brain beating for answers during the exams (shudder)was inevitably followed by the meek acceptance of the inevitable doom. That’s when the mind would go blank, and I could feel nothing but emptiness inside. But just on the outer horizon there always was the fear of the impending disaster.So maybe it doesn't fully qualify as a state of trance, but he..he…..

Very recently I was introduced to the world of trance music, while attending a marriage that was by itself one of the most novel ones I have ever attended. My curiosity awoke and what followed was a far and wide search for good sources, to tap this new sweet.

But guys....I found it! Not trance music. But The Trance itself. The method of discovery may seem far fetched or childish, but I can tell u this. It worked for me.

So there I was, sitting in the shuttle bus waiting for it to move,and listening to some trance tracks to pass the time. I casually looked out of the window and voila! It was trance everywhere. Simply put, my mind was finding patterns in the way people were walking outside on the road and matching it to the music notes flowing into my head. It took no more than half a minute and every single person around me was walking to my tune. Some walked, some slumbered on and others ran. But the music didn't leave out anyone. Everyone had music in their moves, their feet, their hands, gaits. I was at peace. I had seen the truth. Out of such a random thing as a bunch of people walking, I had derived order. They were no longer random. There was harmony, bringing peace to all the agitation inside me.

The universe is no different. Out of disorder and chaos come order and harmony. We just have to pause to see. So are our lives.We each dance to the tune of life, not by stepping on others' toes, but in sync. In trance. In harmony. That is universal love.