Insomnia is a lovely drug

Last night I had an uncanny dream. I have met a lot of people who say they do not remember their dreams, some say they alter their dreams; some claim to run it as desired and some can’t help seeing nightmares all the time.  I do not belong to one or maybe typical kind. I see them, I remember them and I discuss them. My dream, habitually are interesting. They are sometimes pretty idiosyncrasies and sometimes peripheral in the mind. They sometimes disturb my draining trudge by stretched sleep patterns; they scrunch in my mind like the empty packs of wafers, they mistreat my mind and sometimes make me talk spiritedly.

The dream washes you like those huge sea waves. The tidal waves sore high, make noise in your mind and intersperse salt. When you rouse from the splash, you taste the saline water and think I am ideal, which is nothing but the euphemistic tag for fools. 

My dream was about a woman whose face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides. She had big earlobes which gently compressed her head like thigh master. She was so lonely in the vale profound like the solitary reaper that she dreaded singing for she could just hear her own voice. So she didn’t sing or reap in the sow-field. She rather sat in melancholy stripping her of tirelessness. She wished someone to come rescue her from the valley of wretchedness. Her thoughts tumbled in her head breaking customary alliances. She heard an unearthly howl from the attic of her heart. Lost in the cobwebs of reflection she pictured a scene with surreal quality because she could see an air balloon rising and falling in the air. Insignia like ice blew in her manifestation and she wished the balloon to come closer!

The balloon flew like skin of loose silk blown against a wall. The hot-air balloon drifted slowly over a bottomless chasm and suddenly came floating towards her. She could not reach out to holding the rope. Despair rose on her when the balloon started deflating. She felt despair murmuring in her ear “not this time, there is any escape”. There is nothing she could do to break this impasse. The anticipated journey to uncharted territories had been nip in the bud. She saw the balloon sinking into the abyss.

Happy Diwali

I looked at my inbox flooded with emails containing diwali wishes. I do not really have a count on how happy I have been celebrating diwalis. But one thing that has always been of joy and profoundness, is diwali holidays.

Ram killed Ravan, came back to Ayodhya. People were overwhelmed and in celebration mood so they lit up the city and decorated it with every possible bell and embellishment!

May the stories of Mythology always enchant one's life with its positive rays and bring happiness like the tinkling of diyas and bright chandeliers. Wish everyone a very happy and prosperous diwali!

If only I had humility!

Now since you know I'm a very liberated & slightly spoiled blogger, I've never liked pretension and have done my best to avoid pretentious people and sometimes I even kill them with my venomous words. They're so repulsive. However, due to events outside my control, I'm often required to play along. Though, people who know me will be more than sure that I annihilate and obliterate them left, right and center.
One of the obligations I most detest is being sober with the big-mouthed, pompous and gibberish talkers women/men.

As a child of the internet & text generation, I'd most prefer to chat with these people online since they give you time to steer clear of them, play at them and you don't get ambushed as easily as you do when on the phone/in-person and someone surprises you before you've had a chance to act.

Another thorny deal is to smile at the big-mouthed person’s gibberish talks. Now I know this isn't kosher to admit, but I'm admitting it anyway. I sleep through whatever they say or speak or bull crap or whatever. If you ask me about the conversation I had with that woman in my organization who often tells me how she had splurged on petty stuffs and how she had accidently poured a lot of Hermes’ at a party or she sported a Calvin Klein shoe at work. Bah… I don’t remember and I told her to keep her gap shut because she was not letting me work…huh

So, I introspected and tried to shed that attitude. I thought I would have lesser notes to screw around and be indifferent—all in vain. Flying cachets to whoever said, “Old habits die hard”.  

Recently I had another test when I ran into an old colleague & he suggested lunch together. He talked to me about his new Merc. He said holidaying at Singapore is such a passé and waste of money. I glared at him, controlled my wrath…. calmed myself for inner peace… Gosh I thought I will lose it again. I gave up, told him I gotta go. He told me to call. Have I called him back? Guesses?

This person obviously doesn't know I have ousted myself from the painful ordeal of his jazz and exempted him from my bitch-hood! Otherwise he would have been mortified.

 

Because I know that a sassy, weird-humored and cavort like me is hard to please. You can try doing that by keeping the ugly gap shut, if you have to flaunt. To sum up, please accept my heartfelt apology for not listening to your NOT amusing, informative and insightful prose and attempting to kill my precious time. I would be very appreciative if you hold me blameless for being a harmless lurker.

You are not free to tiptoe on because I can see your tracks.

Parrots on my window!

I stared outside the window catching the glistening rays falling in a slipshod manner. I wanted to capture the beams refracting from all the objects, sifting through the curtain and making a lackadaisical pattern on the floor. The morning rays cropped the poet from me. It called out for some musings and rhapsody treat. I gave in, took my laptop...looked out again, nibbled few chocolates lying on the bedside, overheard mum and the maid’s conversation, concentrated on the window and then something other than the rays caught my attention!

I live in Mumbai but I am blessed with lot of greeneries. I see pigeons trolling on the window pane, trotting and making annoying noise. I see them ruining my clothes, fluttering around and they even fly in sometimes. But today I didn’t find them annoying. I liked the way the birds chirped, seemed they contemplated on why is the room occupied today? Why is this female not gone anywhere...huh and why is she continuously monitoring our movements. I was mighty delighted when I saw two parrots aside the pigeons. One of the parrots had this beautiful orange-ish red ring encircling its neck. The other parrot tweeted a lot and poked it with its beak. The beak was so beautifully carved on its body; it looked like the work on live canvas of nature. I felt blissful for I could see the beauty; I could captivate the moments for myself and could indulge in the scenic pleasure. Life is indeed beautiful!

Chiplun: Weekend get-away

My weekend getaway


I was at Chiplun for an extended weekend holiday since I wanted to beak monotony and groove with the conduit of togetherness. I didn’t want to sing in the rain in the rain and swan dance beneath the lamp post...but I surely wanted to shun noise, too much noise and way too much noise. I wanted to relax in the lap of nature, I wanted to steal few moments for us and I wanted my body to cosset in the sins of pleasure. Calmness is a luxury which no Mumbaikar can afford! We avail it only after deserting Mumbai. And for someone who loves Mumbai, leaving Mumbai with its vices is surely a pain.

We arrived at the quality resort of Chiplun. I wouldn’t have known the place had a colleague not told me that Maharashtra has a quiet, calm and scenic place blessed with natural panorama and classiness. The place boasts of being formed by lord Parshuram. It has a beautiful lake alongside mountains and hills. The resort itself is going to treat you with the most wanted so you wouldn’t feel like going anywhere. The calm, gentle and hushed wind swathes you with fragrance of flowers and trees. The evenings will always pour and will make the night cold, swampy and romantic.

The place surely has nothing much to offer. It is a small village which is endowed with natural beauty and beautiful resort. It has what Mumbai cannot offer you at ease, a quiet place to rejuvenate. The resort offers you good food, comfortable stay and excellent service.

only photo blogging can explain Chiplun!