I’m a few days old to blogging and here I am pursuing this challenge that wordpress offers.
The name of my blog might well suggest you what is is – Of (my) Wishes and Whines. But yes, we do not always stick to a set of genres do we? I do have a lot many things that keep running in my head and I jot them down every now and then. But a few told me maybe i should preserve these, for my own sake and also show it out to those who have similar interests. So I opened this blog exactly as on Apr 1 😀
I did not expect to gather the kind of response that I have gathered today. I’ve reached 700+ views and around 150 followers. I still wonder if I am dreaming. All the same, I wanted to propagate my blog because it is here that I could possibly express anything and everything. So the ZTH challenge sounded pretty interesting and I’ve signed up for the same.
So who am I? A 20yr old girl with lots of varied interests. I am currently doing a creative writing project along with a few others. I recently fell in love with cooking and photography as well. I am pursuing ACCA and I go to classes for the same. I stay in the UAE.
The purpose of my blog? Well, I have wide Interests and the biggest of them all – English.My love for the language never decreases. The idea is to express my thoughts, rantings, wishes and whines! 🙂
Hope I fare well and interest many of you readers in the ZTH challenge!
I was scared. I did not know what this journey would offer me. I did not know the purpose of this journey. I had no clue as to what I should do in this planet. I only knew that I existed within someone and I knew her voice. I’ve been hearing this voice for the past 9 months. She would talk to me..in a strange language. I wouldn’t understand what. All that I know is she would not harm me.
In two minutes, I was told I would start this fearsome journey. The Gods above asked me if I am ready. I said ” I do not know why you are sending me away to some strange place. I do not know anybody there. Please stay with me.”
They said “Our angel is there in that planet. It is her voice that you have been hearing all this while. You will remain close to her and she will take care of you.”
I said ” And how do I call her?”
They smiled at me and said,” In your language, you would call her ‘Amma’. She is your Mother. She will stay with you forever through your life and guide you through your ups and downs.”
I was then duly blessed by all the angels above and sent into this planet. I wondered who the lady was and how she looked. I wondered how much she would guide me, how much she would love me. My head was full of questions, until bright light blinded my eyes. I couldn’t see clearly. I could feel someones hands around me, but they were harsh. I later learnt that it must have been the doctor’s hands. I was then wrapped in some material and shown to others. Many human faces stared at me and I stared back not knowing why. Everything looked so strange.
Someone then kissed me on my forehead. He was smiling and he seemed familiar for no reason. I call him Daddy.
I was taken away from him, washed and set below a table lamp to get due warmth. And then a finger crept up to my folded hands. I instantly knew who she was. I held her finger tight. I knew her touch. I knew how she was. Her gaze fell upon me and I was holding on to her tightly. I felt safe. Love you Amma.
She would carry me all day long. She would Kiss me lovingly every time. She took enough care of me. I never had to worry about anything. She taught me to speak the language we speak – Tamil. And maybe that is why it is my Mothertongue. She admired me when I tried to crawl. She taught me how to walk.
As I grew she taught me to read and write. I still remember the time she would anxiously await the arrival of my school bus and lift me off the stairs of the bus with a tight hug and a kiss. She soon did the same thing all over again with a different child, my brother.
I have of course had a lot of tugs with her during my teens. I still fight with her at times. But she does put up with me always and forgives me for my mistakes. And I eventually walked past all the difficulties of school and college with her guidance.
With time, I learnt the difficulties she had faced and I swore I would always be there for her. The difference is this- I had to swear that I would stay with her no matter what and she never swore, it was implied from the day I was born wasn’t it? 🙂 ❤
The Gods above were right. They sent down an angel to take due care of me, to teach me what is wrong and what is right. To love me unconditionally and correct me where I make a mistake. She is the reason behind my existence. We indeed joyfully share an unbreakable bond.
Love you Mom! And this was just my way of expressing my love and wishing you a Happy Birthday!! Stay with me forever! :-*
Travelling always turns on the wild little girl in me. Me + My camera + Travel to exotic places. What more do I need in life? 😉 I have always wanted to visit places that are least visited.
My trip with my family to Ladakh was primarily because of the picturesque sites that it had to offer. I should say the Pangong Lake, the Magnetic hill as well as the White sands of Hunder were the one of the best places I have ever been to. I wouldn’t mind repeating that entire tour all over again. But, there are other places that have to be visited too.
You could say I’m an adventure tourist, but I would say it is the scenery and the landscape, the comfort it offers to my tired eyes and the freshness it gives my mind are the reasons behind such choices.
The top 5 destinations I want to visit within my own homeland are:
1. The Roopkund Lake:
I am sure this would send chills down my spine. Yet, I have always wanted to visit this lake. It is more known as the ‘skeleton lake’ as it houses too many skeleton remains. It was apparently discovered by a british forest guard in 1942. The cause for so many skeletons is yet unknown. A few locals believe it must have been landslides, a few have a belief that The Goddess of the region punished outsiders who defiled her mountain’s sanctuary by raining hailstones on them and killing them. The most recent expedition (2004) identified that all of them were killed in the very same way and wounded in exactly the same manner. The area as such is also very inhospitable and terrain. A trek across the region would be very one of a kind and memorable. The very fact that it is a hostile region makes it very adventurous and interesting. 😀
2. Great Rann of Kutch:
The great Rann of Kutch is located in the Thar Desert. It is very famous for its Salt Marshes. There are two sides to this visit.
One, The Rann Utsav, which is an annual festive season where the tourists get a taste of the lifestyle of the locals. The festival, known for its bright colors and vibrance, offers various aspects of the Kutch culture – one gets to see the local folk dance, stay in live-in tents, take up camel safaris, shop for handicrafts, watch artisans work and have a complete time.
Two, The white salt desert is just tooo open. It is nothingness filled with white. Maybe that is why this place has always caught my awe. Its is a mysterious, wide, open and limitless region or wasteland between India and Pakistan.
3. The Gravity Defying Palace, Lucknow –Bara Imambara:
The place is almost always known for its mystery. The name by itself has always had me puzzled. It is said that one might get lost easily in this grand monument. Its architecture is mesmerizing and is a perfect blend mix of european and arab architecture where the central hall which is over 15mts tall does not have any beams or pillars supporting it. And the structure stands firm. It has strange entry and exit points or dead ends cropping up out of the blue.
I have visited the gravity-defying magnetic hill at ladakh. This is on my cards now! 😀
4. Canyoneering at Vihigaon Waterfalls, Maharashtra!
The Western Ghats are always known for the number of rivers and streams that pass through them. The Vihigaon Falls offer canyoneering against the water amidst deeply set thick forests! How more could we bond with nature? This would turn out to be an experience of a lifetime. Water repelling gives the thrill of suspension with the waters lashing against you. I would definitely want to visit here before I have a white hair on my head!
5. Majuli – Assam:
This place doesn’t offer anything too adventurous. All the same it is a very calm and beautiful place and the largest riverine area in the world fuelled by the Brahmaputra. A must visit for those who follow vaishnavism because today this place is the principal seat of Vaishnavite Faith. The Satras follow Ekasarana Dharma – Recite the name of the Lord and eliminate vedic and other esoteric rites of worship. There are 22 satras that exist today. A walk down the villages of the areas show the simplicity with which people live- something we have forgotten in this predominantly technological and dynamic world of ours. Majuli also offers an exotic spread of biodiversity such as the pelicans and whistling teal. Maybe this would keep me close to nature and away from all the hustle and bustle. Peace Guaranteed.
This could keep me and my Camera busy for days! *dreamy eyes*
I hope to visit these places soon and then have the next 5 destinations on my list for India has no dearth for Exotic Places!
“Lara! Are you up already? I thought we could have a great day together!” said the smooth voice over the speaker of my phone. I had barely opened my eyes and..*yawwwnnn*
“Lara? Are you there! I have this entire day planned already!” said the voice with extreme enthusiasm
“Morning Chris!” I said in a hollow voice.
“Jesus! Who is Chris now?”
” Oh! Andy! sorry man I thought you were Chris!” I woke up with a start and tried to brush away all the hair from my face.
“Im not Andy either!” said the voice with a tinge of disappointment.
I rubbed my eyes in haste and took a look at my phone. To my horror, it was Brian!
WHY! WHY DO I MESS IT UP ALL THE TIME!
“Umm..oh sorry Brian! I..err.. my hair kinda covered my face and my ears too..and so..err i mistook you to be Chris… I was sleeping.. I..well didnt know it had dawned..and..” I broke off there.
He said “That’s fine totally! I understand! I thought we could just meet up if you are willing.”
“Of Course” I said. Too quick. Control your emotions Lara!
So we made plans and I cut the call. I was all too energised to go and I went on to say hello to the mirror. I probably should have said hello to horror.
My hair looked as horrible as this: *scroll down*
You must have guessed Brian is my huge crush but here I am looking so dumb! Frizzy Hair and Split ends have been the biggest nightmares in life. Will I ever ever ever make an impression on Brian with such looks?
Trust me there is not anything that I haven’t tried to maintain my hair. The frizz would just not get controlled. Just as I was brooding over my hair I heard my cell phone beep. I was just in time to pick up the call. It was Brian again!
And the good news was.. yaay! His car had not started! 😛 so he would have the mechanic coming and attending to it. So I very magnanimously stated we could hang out another day, maybe after a fortnight since he had earlier stated that he would be busy. He agreed. Phew!
Now, I really really had to find a solution to my spoilt hair. It almost looked like the bristles of a broomstick. So I decided I would go find a solution, to get rid of these split ends. I cant afford to cut my long tresses. Despite the difficulty in maintenance I did not want to cut my hair. Never!
I tried googling home remedies, and found that either it took too long a time or I hardly had any of the ingredients, which meant I should go shopping and I was too lazy to be doing that.
Bill Gates once said ” I choose a lazy person to do a hard job. Because a lazy person would find an easy way to do it.”
I couldn’t more agree with him. So I racked my brains and I suddenly remembered this female Rose in my workplace. I remembered ridiculing her mane, stating it was worse than mine. 😛 and in a few days’ time she had successfully gotten rid of all those split ends. I had been wanting to ask her the hair care tip, but I was busy with my official commitments.
So I called her up. “Hey Rose! Lara here” I said. She sounded very cheerful as she replied “Hey Lara! Im good! Your call was a pleasant surprise!”
I said “Yes. As much as you surprised me by changing the texture of your hair within a few days! It suddenly struck me that I could do the same as well. Please give me the secret behind your beautiful hair Miss Prettiness!”
She laughed softly and said “TRESemmé! Thats my secret!”
I opened my eyes widely. “TRESemmé? Isnt that supposed to be of salon standards? Is it okay to use it by yourself?”
“No! Please try out their Split Remedy Collection. It has everything – a shampoo, a conditioner, a leave-in conditioning spray to bind your ends, a leave-in split conditioning treatment as well as a split-end sealing serum!”
I said “Umm..won’t that cost a fortune?”
“Nope! It is really affordable trust me and you visibly see the results in three washes. You just witnessed it in my case!”
“three washes only?” I gasped. “Thats amazing!”
“Yes Lara it is. Your hair feels so soft glossy and adorable. It also has a very sweet scent that you simply cannot resist washing your hair. It is easily available in any store here or it is available online. You can buy it from http://www.tresemme.com/. ”
“Thanks a lot man. I will get it right away!” I said.
“Sure Lara. I have some work now. I will get back to you in sometime.”
“Sure! Take care!” I said and cut the call.
I said to myself “So three washes would mean I have enough time to impress Mr.Brian! 😛 Yaaay!”
TRESemmé! Here I come!
*Fast Forward a fortnight*
Here I am on my dinner date with Brian. He called it a date! 😉 His first compliment was “Your hair looks beautiful!!”
He assumed I must have visited a professional salon. Little did he know that with TRESemmé, you could bring salon standards home!
Well, the rest of the story has to go on. I dont really know if I love Brian or TRESemmé more! 😀 Goodbye Split Ends!
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:
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! 😀
That was the magic I awaited for. The time we walked, not just us- the nature carried our bonded souls. We walked deep into the woods. I was fearless because I was with you. I was ready to give my life and die with you.
We walked past all resistance, all obstacles and people we call relatives. We walked past blood relations only to create the ultimate earthly yet heavenly bond between us.
We walked as the dried leaves and twigs crunched beneath our feet. We walked not knowing where we were heading. All that I wanted is the comfort of your arms. I wanted to lie on your arms and rest in peace.
I have seen the worst in life only to stay with you.
For we are all the human kind, why is there a difference in us?
Is falling in love a crime?
Did we take along nature’s fury as well?
In the distance I could hear waves lashing, we were still walking holding hands. Your grip, yes that was all that I wanted. To cling on to you till my last breath.
The woods opened up to the most beautiful scene I had ever seen in life. A lake so deep streamlined the icy mountains on its either sides. It gave me so much glee to have been bestowed to see this paradise on earth with you. I was lost in the beauty when you slipped your hand along the curve of my hip and pulled me closer. I stayed there listening to the rhythm of your heartbeat and the lapping sounds of the water.
I could differentiate the speed of the water lapping, as the lapping had now grown to boiling. That gave me the clue- the nature was against me and you.
On the other side, we could hear the noises of our kith and kin. Yet, we were calm, in a state of peace. Our eyes met and yours bored deep into my heart! Yes, I wanted to get lost in your eyes. Your pretty eyes lowered to my lips and in a swift moment our lips met. Hell broke loose.
The water was boiling and the breeze went wild. We still had not broken apart. We held on to each other tightly. And you whispered the three magical words, words I had lived for- I Love You.
A sword flicked past us. We realized death awaited us. I muttered silent prayers to Mother Nature, yet I was not scared, not as long as you were with me.
Then the wonder happened. A whirlwind from nowhere came in our direction and the last thing I saw was your eyes. They were clouded with worry.
Your eyes, Followed by emptiness. I had the last sight of you and I smiled to death. Welcome death.
For life without you is worse than death.
We rise up to see our bodies in the water.We watch the human kind leave our bodies and find their way back. Our love was not mere human love. It was love of souls.
And here we are, happy to have been killed by nature than by swords. No death can now split us apart. We have our life full of love after death.
They say angels exist. They are dressed in white, with wings and a halo. Not all men have the ability to identify their angel. My angel carries a red umbrella.
I see her everywhere. I see her all around me. I always see her with a red umbrella. She flutters away, and comes back with her umbrella. She lights my day, ends my night always clutching her umbrella tight. She sleeps only next to me and she kisses me to a good day. She walks with me, flies by my side, swings her arms to show her happiness and then shrugs her shoulders in shyness when I look at her and swirls around like a little tornado, with her red umbrella.
She has the most beautiful eyes. Her eyes speak to me. She never utters a word. Her eyes do the talking. They are heavily lidded and mesmerizing. Once I make a connection with them, words cease to exist. Everything including me seems more beautiful if her eyes reflect them.
She never leaves my side. She longs to hug and kiss me and hates it when I have people around me. She sits next to me at work and admires me holding that red umbrella. All that pours out from her gleaming innocent face is pure love. She blows kisses to me, kisses only I can see and feel. Her smile is alluring, contagious and as bright as her red umbrella.
She is my little wandering alarm clock. She points at the clock to remind me when it is time for my lunch. She stays by my side and enjoys watching me eat, playing with her red umbrella all the time.
I can spot my little angel in the distance with her red umbrella. The umbrella moves to her tunes. It jumps along with her when she is in joy. It shines bright when she is happy and is stays shut when she misses me. Her umbrella to me is like a reflector of her moods.
Mine isn’t the tale of two states or cities. It is the tale of two worlds. I stay in both the worlds at the same time. While one world is commercial, polluted, populated, and hectic, built with pressures, the other world- my little world with her is full of pleasures. It is a pleasure to keep watching her. To digest in her innocence and to be taken aback by her beauty is my only entertainment.
We walk together. She doesn’t walk, she doesn’t fly she does both at the same time. For what better could a medium be than silence, for love to be conveyed to the souls hopelessly lost in each other? Her silence is enticing. In my world, she holds out the red umbrella for me. She keeps inviting me to share her umbrella and hold her close. Her dreamy eyes are tantalizing. Her passionate kisses complement my desires.
My Lady with her Red Umbrella jolts me back to the other world when needed. She knows right. She knows the best. She knows what is wrong and she guides me through, effortlessly cutting across all hindrances that I face. She is the reason behind what I am today.
I am often bemused by her. My queen is my only source of strength. Without her, I often find myself adrift and disoriented. She and her Red Umbrella are the only assets I own. They are also the only ones that delight me. Her appearance alone exhilarates me.
So who am I? According to those around me, I am a lunatic. I am insane and I am often out of my mind. I belong to the long list of idiots who are lost in love. They have certified me insane years ago. I was conferred with such a title as soon I lost her to an untimely accident. Little do they know that I lost all my sanity when I first saw her.
To this ruthless world, MY Lovely wife is dead. To me she is alert, active, loving, passionate and the most stunning woman ever born. She with her Red Umbrella is the final memory of her, to the mortals here before she was killed in the accident.
These worldly beings now attach her memory to a mere “photograph”. The photograph of her with the red umbrella stays in the walls of few houses including mine. To me, her very picture beautifies the wall of my house.
My angel, my love is the reason I exist.
I, my angel, her red umbrella and our love will remain as immortal as the Good Lord himself.
Have a dose of what life is really like living here – from Turkish in 1000 easy lessons to learning the secrets to making the perfect kebab! Highs or lows this is our random observations from the melting pot of crazy that is my life in Mersin.