The year that was (Shilpa, get rid of these clichéd titles)

On this last day of 2011, I reflect back. Not to make any resolutions for 2012, but just to reflect back (I don't believe in resolutions. If you are convinced about something, you do it. You don't need resolutions to do it.)

It was a sad year to begin with. We lost our most precious being. I loved her with all my heart. It was the most painful parting and I still miss her a lot.

As for the holidays, we took a few interesting ones. Mussorie got somewhat adventurous. With Sumit and my 'save the pizza from the rain' adventure. We managed to walk, take a rickshaw ride in the heavy downpour but all to save our precious pizza smelling all the more divine in the slight chill of the hills.

I changed my job too. Just before 2011 slipped away, I did it. Too early to say anything more but am sure it will be a great learning experience. And where there's something mind challenging to learn from a great mentor, there is me.

So here's wishing myself a learning, mind opening and self discovering 2012. I wish I can loose what I want to and also gain what I want to.

And I wish all of you an amazing year in which you can follow your passions. I hope you can achieve your goals or at least can get closer to them. Party crazy today for a saner tomorrow ;-)

From the heart

If you do what you do from the heart, there are no regrets,
If you say things from the heart, there are no regrets,
If you believe from the heart, there are no regrets,
If you feel truly from the heart, there are no regrets,
If you see what your heart wants to see, there are no regrets,
If you experience life from the heart, there are no regrets,
If you see yourself as your heart wants you to see, there are no regrets.

Punjabi at heart

I may hate ghee. I may also hate the paranthas stealthily rolled in a few kilograms of ghee which is then innocently laden with 'just a bit' of white butter or yellow amul butter (which is when your wife is not loving enough to toil and churn out the white sin for you from the foul smelling and annoying cream treasured over a few days).

I may hate the loud mouthedness, crudity and boasting. I hate the way showing off is slyly wrapped in innocent small remarks. I hate the artificiality and the competitiveness to show you are more moneyed with expensive brands written all over the paunch or the extravagant handbag which, in all its likelihood, would have emptied the wallet within.

But then I love our Punjabi spirit. Our happy songs, our weddings endowed with all bright colors, our enthusiasm to sing and dance (irrespective of the paunch), our unmatched energy, fervor and excitement. We are always charged, laughing with no inhibitions and we can celebrate anytime (anything) and show we are a happy go lucky lot with no hang ups (other than the times we are trying to get a bigger car than the other punjabi munda).

Even though I hate so many things but after all I am a 'Punjabi' at heart!
(And this with special reference to our heated and 'not so heated' discussions with Punjabi boys Sumit and Amitesh. And dear Smriti, no, I still don't endorse anything to do with ghee. We still are the same team).

Here's to all Punjabis by heart (amazing lyrics)!
http://youtu.be/phNclVJHh4o

Freedom Bond

Feel your wings and fly away,
Today is as new a day as yesterday,
Fly and touch the highest cloud,
Believe you can and drop the shroud,
Come out of the dark holding no hands,
Seek within for the strength to stand,
Free, free from the hollow pretense,
Look beyond the forest of rules so dense,
And when you fly far and reach beyond,
With your soul make the freedom bond.

I see...(Thanks Mr. Rahman)

I spread my arms as far as I can,
Trying to feel the unfelt,
Whirling on unfamiliar grounds,
Looking at the skies with closed eyes,
Trying to find myself in the unseen,
I feel the breeze tease my fingers,
I hear music never heard before,
And I see...
With lips curling to the unknown,
Wishes become naught,
I feel the eternal power,
The power that is me,
The power that leaves me powerless.

Special note of thanks to AR Rahman. You are beyond genius. I was so inspired to 'see', feel and write this blog after hearing Kun Fayakun which mean Be, and it is.
Its an Arabic term mentioned in Quran which means When God Almighty intends some work to be done. He just say Kun (Be) and It is done already. Do read and hear http://www.lyricsmint.com/2011/09/kun-fayakun-lyrics-and-video-song.html

A wonderful life

A freezing morning, my nose red,
Snuggled in fur, on the cobbled street I tread,
Treading along I see a wooden hut afar,
Oozing smoke from a chimney that looks like a cigar,
The smoke lends a magical warmth in the air,
It reaches my senses, tantalizes and dares,
I stop for a moment staring at the hut,
Towards a warming temptation I start to strut,
Up and down the mounds of the cobbled street covered with snow,
I quicken to a desire that now seems impossible to let go,
Dreaming of a romance that was soon to start,
With worries of work and deadlines, I happily part,
At the door of the hut, I stand mesmerized,
Aroma of fresh coffee beans dancing around walnut cake sliced,
Helplessly in love, I walk in like a lost warrior,
I desperately look around for life and my possible savior,
Greeted by an old lady with crooked teeth,
Beyond her wrinkles, I could see my savior beneath,
I request for a steaming cappuccino and a chocolate doughnut,
She smirks as she senses my insatiable glut,
Towards the oven, she walks with great pride,
Having picked the prettiest doughnut to melted chocolate she glides,
I hear the doughnut moan as it takes a smooth chocolaty plunge,
It returns dressed in smoking brown, revitalized and young,
Now to the coffee machine, my savior walks fast,
I watch as the frothy milk meets the steaming aroma to forever last,
Finally sitting on a tray, the moment of union arrives,
I stare at it lovingly just before in eternity I dive,
With each of my each sense awakened without any strife,
I hum to myself 'what a wonderful life'!

Breaking News: Humans nearing extinction in the Indian Capital and its surrounding cities

New Delhi: 24th September
In yet another shocking incident late last night, the Delhi beast shot a human in Gurgaon. The beast, like in earlier incidents, shot the human victim over a non issue of paying a toll of Rs. 27.

This is the umpteen incident wherein the humans have been victimized by the growing number of beasts in Delhi and surrounding areas. The beasts continue to threaten with more human deaths unless the Centre bows down to their demand over the release of other beasts from Tihar and other jails.

Shmt Sheila Dixit expressed her concern and compensation of Rs.1 lac and a human child for the family of the victim. She emphasized that after the dismissal of 62% Delhi Police Force identified as beasts, it is challenging for the diminished rest to manage the law and order situation. She has urged all Delhi and NCR humans to remain indoors, avoid driving and leave their cars wherever possible to avoid parking related killings. She urged human families to avoid conflict with any store keepers or neighbors.

(C) SurvivortoLiveliertimes.com

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Comments:
beastlyghost700: ha ha ha. We will overpower soon.

Shilpa: Can somebody help me with immigration immediately!