Hello there! Its been quite sometime since I posted. Well I have my ACCA exams coming up and Im too busy, too stressed preparing for the same. I hardly found time to even sign in to my blog. Well today evening, I decided to do a bit of writing. But you could say I was tooo disturbed. I opened a draft and I was blinking at the textbox. No I could not continue.

Stress…Stress.. This word takes most of our happiness away. De-stress they say. I do not know how you do that. Neither do I have the patience to do the same. I was virtually aimlessly browsing through pages and suddenly a small youtube suggestion caught my eye.

To me, All religions of course mean the same. Having been brought up in a Hindu family, I can of course more relate to hinduism and the Hindu Gods. This link did the magic. I was sitting idly and listening to the audio and yes, you could say calmness dawned on me and crept up slowly into my system.

Well, when I googled, a lot many sites told about the benefits of ‘OM/AUM’ mantra and its spiritual healing. They were far too heavy for me to gain a true understanding. Too spiritual.

But the actual reason behind this post was a ‘comment’ on the link. In fact quite a few comments, that expressed the liking for this despite differences in religion. God is One. I thought I could share this to those following my blog, to spread some peace after all. 🙂




Words Left Unsaid – Random as it can get!

Words Left Unsaid – Random as it can get!

Behind my smile, the bright smile I flash

Behind my smile are words.

Words than run through my head,

Words left unsaid.

For Time shall give an answer

An answer that will answer all doubts raised.

An answer that will move away the cloud of suspicion

An answer that will give you the ray of hope.


But my friend, lets just hope

Time does not take his own time

Lets just hope it is all said

before we lose the moment.


Broken hearts, welled up tears

shall be cleared

May trust be restored

May love flourish


I’d wait till then,

I would pray to the gleaming sun

To give back what was taken

To redecorate the lost colour

To rebuild the broken bond

To come back better and strong.

For Some things are better left unspoken…..





I do not usually watch serials. Now that I am home most of the time (I do go for classes though, don’t brand me jobless already :P) and afternoon is my ‘free-time’ and I watch a few Indian Mega serials to pass my time without taking a nap.

I observed in many a serials, that like economists, serial directors also make a few fundamental assumptions. These assumptions or rules you can say, are downright hilarious and make you feel like a Total Idiot.

Well, I do not really know about the English Serials but for Indian (North Indian/ South Indian) serials, here are the guidelines for any prospective serial director. 😛


Rule 1 :  The Audience.

  • They are a big bunch of fools. They would trust even if you ask a serial actor to do Jackie Chan stunts.
  • They are extremely patient as well as jobless.
  • THe audience lack common sense.
  • Refer to the above.

Rule 2: The Richie-Rich family.

The stories are invariably based on Rich Big Business Magnets and their families. The irony being, the Men in the Joint Family Business would be present home all the time. And yes, You assume that they have work every time they sit with an open laptop that is not switched on or is probably in the screensaver mode.

Rule 3: Reactions Ahoy!

The Cardinal Rule is – For any dialogue or for any expression of laughter, shock, happiness etc, a minimum of 4 angle shots per person ought to be taken before going on to the next person’s reaction. Until then the other person waits to react.

Rule 4: ‘Culture’ & ‘Practices of the Family’

Everyday they (the joint family) have some pooja or some function coming up for no rhyme or reason. If the director has to pass time, or show some sweets and gift on screen, the family will have a Function or Pooja happening.

Else if the director cannot find a reason to create problems, he uses the ‘practices of the family’ as a reason to bring in something in the story. Oops, the daughter-in-law did not adhere to her family’s practices. Jail Her I say!

Rule 5: How about depicting ‘official life’ ?

Use the following terms:

  • Office
  • Meeting
  • Secretary
  • Client
  • Targets
  • Project
  • Presentation
  • Report
  • Files
  • HR
  • Profits

And there you are! Abracadabra! You have created the required official atmosphere! 😛 The audience will now believe that they have a huge business now in place to support the non-stop flow of funds.



Rule 6: Everyone is always well dressed at any time of the day 😀

I hardly dress up when I’m home. My hair is almost always tied up in a bun.  But those in serials would be so well dressed with matching jewels and accessories even midnight. The best part is they would dress up well and then sit and cry! 😀

Rule 7: Promos. Everyone believes them.

Oh Yea ! Everyone gets carried away by promos. All of them go curious. So mix up dialogues and show them in the promos and stir up the curiosity of the audience.

Rule 8: The Standard video bits.

This rule states that you need to show the house from the exterior to show it is day or night. This is a standard piece of video that you insert every time the need arises.

Rule 9:  The requirement of Ms.Innocent, the Ms.Villain and Mr.Survivor.

Yes, one Lady is the most humblest and most innocent being. She probably is an avatar of Florence Nightingale or Mother Teresa. She would show the other side of  her cheeks when one side is slapped. So calm, loving and senselessly innocent. Maybe this person almost always has only 5 senses. Even the obvious will not reach her dumb head.

The other is the Ms.Villain. She is the most daring woman you would ever come across. She is equally influential and would even hide a crime in minutes. And her target for no reason is Ms.Innocent. Phew! Arent you tired already? I am! :/

Of course If Ms.Innocent doesn’t have the brains to think, and Ms.Villain wont stop her hooliganism, there should come a Mr.Saviour right? So there  always comes that white unicorn who was sent to save Ms.Innocent.

Rule 10: Cooking.

If you are watching a South Indian serial, then even churning buttermilk or making a dosa is always spoken high of. Its a himalayan task achieved.

In A North Indian serial on the other hand if you don’t know something as basic as making jalebis, you aren’t fit to be a woman.

Trust me, watching these serials may be an utter waste of time. But these are really hilarious when you look at it from the perspective of these rules. 😛 See you guys with another post soon! 😀

Sustaining Resolutions! -_-

Sustaining Resolutions! -_-

I solemnly resolve to myself: I shall scribble something on my blog everyday! I have 24 hours in a day. I need utmost half an hour to scribble something. Writing would then become a habit.


Hi there! Maybe it is too early to be talking about not being able to stick to my resolution considering that my blog is just three days old. But I must salute all you bloggers out there, because writing maybe a passion, but doing it regularly is quite hard!

I was this girl, (until a few days back) who wrote on blank word documents or penned down my thoughts on pieces of papers every now and then. I really do not know where the pieces of papers are or where on earth those documents vanished. Maybe I just forgot to save them or I deleted them to save disk space at a very micro level. :p Considering my love for the language English and encouragements from others, I opened this blog and decided to write. This was when I realized that ‘Writing’ everyday is indeed a very tough task. Of course, The Daily Post at gives you ideas, but more often than not, you want to write your own master pieces and being new to the very idea of blogging, I was simply too enthused to write something on my own.

Now any writer I presume would want calm, silent and a peaceful environment. I would possibly be longing all day to stay in a room in a cozy bed without any other work (but writing), with my laptop, a lovely book and a ‘Parker’ (maybe?), possibly some nice soft ‘ARR’ melody in the background and a steaming mug of coffee to support your free flow of thoughts.  I would then call it ‘heaven on earth’!

So this is what happened on this particular day when I tried to write.

#Distraction No (DNo) 1: My darling TV. What else? There goes Mr. Arnab Goswami yelling hysterically under the pretext of carrying out ‘the news hour debate’. Or there is ‘Mr.Ravi Shastri’ hooting in the commentary box, and we have the Super Singers in Vijay TV who receive standing ovations from the Top-rated singers of the Tamil music industry for singing extremely well off-tone. Yes, you read it right- off tone.

*tries best to ignore DNo1* *plugs earphones*

#DNo2: The Land line.  If only UAE charges for the Landline calls, life would be better. Just as I try to focus, it scares the hell out of me by ringing at 120 Db maybe? It has to overpower the TV’s noise right? They have a competition going on. -_-

*picks up the phone, passes it over to someone*

(Mind you, this stunt I perform atleast once every half an hour)

#DNo3: Facebook, of course -_-

*beep* *beep* *beep*

*xyz sent you a new message*

“What is it you want Miss/Mister”?

“Hey! Wassup?”

“Nm, trying hard to spin a story but I’m not focusing.”

“Oh you are writing?”

{Huh? No! I was checking if all the keys were working. -_-}

<Chats for the next 5 minutes.. Brb.>

*Goes offline* *closes FB*

There I’m done! (Thankfully my phone is under Repair! Phew!)

*Goes back to writing*

“So I was thinking….OMG! What Day is today?”

#DNo4: Home Assignments! xD

I have classes and they are pretty good at giving home assignments almost always. Bleh.  -_- I have pending assignments almost till the nth minute.

So I plan out a schedule mentally. Stay up tonight & finish the assignment Sahana.  *Yawn* “Who me? Stays up for assignments?” *chuckles to self*

*scribbles two lines on the word document*

#DNo5: Vocabulary Woes

Of course, I love English but I am not a native speaker of the language. As much as I improve my vocabulary, I almost always have a doubt as to the usage of the word.

All Hail Google. Goes up and solicits the answer from ‘GoogleJi’.

The next half an hour flies in finding other related words or maybe some ad in a site catches my eye and almost always I end up in an online shopping store browsing through bags and kurtis.

The minimized word document reminds me of the activity I was doing- writing. Oh yeah.

*Scribbles the next few lines.*

#DNo6: My own head alright.

Is it always the same with women or is this just me? Why does my head not stay focused in something I want to do? I am writing alright, but my head thinks of things ranging from something as lame as a ‘kajal’ that I had to purchase to something as complex as the science behind a rocket (I am a commerce student, so this is indeed ‘ROCKET SCIENCE’ in my dictionary). So getting my head to focus is the toughest part.

#DNo7: Doorbell.

My family would vanish exactly at the time when the doorbell yells. So I have to push my laptop away, and go to answer the bell. It may be the grocery store uncle with some provisions or the laundry bhaiyya* with the clothes.  It could also be someone who asks me if I want to hire a maid for 25dhs an hour. -_-

Grrrr! GO AWAY! 😡

Oh wait. My head and calculations have their share of my time too. Here we go. What would they earn if they are paid 25dhs an hour, say for 5 days a week in maybe 5 houses? 25x5x5= AED625. What would be the work that they do in each house? What if….oh wait! I was writing right? Chuck this for now.

*bhaiyya means elder brother in Hindi– I should give him the respect he deserves right?

#DNo8: Microsoft Word.

I don’t know what the developers were thinking. But the red, green and blue wriggly lines that appear beneath the text are so irritating. Word- Dude, have some patience! I haven’t finished writing, why are you so bent upon identifying my errors?

#DNo9: Family.

Of course, I am not living in the Amazon forests. I do have people around me and I need to spend time listening/talking/attending to/answering/chatting/eating with them. And the other three members of my family take their own turns at disturbing me :p

“Sahana, come for dinner!”

“Sahana, will you please take a photocopy of this?”

“Sahana, get up, you have been sitting in front of that laptop for too long!”

Akka!* I need the laptop for my school assignment.”

*Akka is the Tamil word for an elder sister, that’s how my brother addresses me.

Me: OKAY! -_-

So after quite some time in hours, I get back to this unfinished piece of writing.

#DNo10: My worst memory.

I have a very poor memory and I tend to forget the very idea behind that writing. So I sit and rack my brains – What on earth was I thinking when I wrote this? Why did I write this? What was the plan? What did I intend conveying?  O.o  o.O

—–DISCARD POST—–   -_-

Maybe if I had written down these in papers or notebooks, I would probably be looking like those actors in Indian Cinema who sit amidst crushed papers strewn all over the room in their bid to write a love letter. Thankfully, I didn’t earn the curses of so many trees.

Well to number they are 10 major distractions, but of course there are many others like sleep for instance, I can hardly bring myself to do something if I’m sleepy. Or my laptop’s poor battery, or a favorite song played somewhere, or the alarm clock in my head that says- charge your SLR battery you fool! Upload the picture you intended to make your display picture you mud head. 😡 Trust me I’m too good at chiding myself.

If I were to name the distractions, the list would be too long and maybe endless. Plus, I am yawning widely now. Maybe you are too, after reading this.

So here I am, done with the post for today.  It is almost 11:55 pm now. I am technically done writing the post.  I will post it when I find time tomorrow! :p (here goes Mr.Word again! correcting letters that generate emoticons :p No! I won’t change the word, neither did I ask for your suggestions dear MS Word. Go home, you are Drunk!)

Finally, Salute to those writing daily. I intend doing the same despite all this.

Good Day Folks! Or is it night? O.o


Miss Mystical <3

Miss Mystical <3

True Friends are never apart, maybe in distance but not in heart!

[One such dedication to a friend]


She walked into my life,
Like that mild wind,
The wind that whistles past trees,
she is my daily breeze!

Her eyes tell it all,
Those Magnetic ones are mirrors,
They catch you before the fall
And reflect to you your errors

The heart of a child,
Innocent as she can be,
Warm, loving and mild,
Like the tides of the sea.



A soul of gold,
A twin to my mind,
Outspoken and bold,
She is one of a kind!

Like the atmosphere around earth,
Her presence I always feel,
For her Care, there aint any dearth,
Shez a woman of true zeal

To think of the magic,
The magic tht she has done to me,
The magic that lacks logic,
True Friendship is the key

Forget her not in lifetime,
Sinner I would be if I do,
For in my memories she is prime,
Indeed she is a soul so true.