(reading) between the days....

It would be an understatement if I tell you that the nine gems were plainly excited- it really would be.
Our college called it "December drift".
It was on every one's mind. The college cult-fest days were nearing.
Being our first, we were "excited" raised to its eighty-ninth power!!
Classes were unusually interesting. No credit to the professors though.
C'mon, everybody got so much time to go off on mental shopping sprees.
we were no aliens!
The nine gems here were the nine budding teenagers -occupying the first three benches of the peculiar triangular-shaped classroom. Three triplets to be precise. Nine people. Nine views. Nine selections of their better halves.
Twins' day was nearing and we were fantasizing!
In the midst of all this, i took a trip down the memory lane.
Class three mathematics:
topic: Odd & Even numbers.
The teacher was anticipating me to identify a number as odd or even.
Suddenly it hit me.
"NINE is odd!" I almost yelled.
Now the dilemma- nine is odd. How were we to pair up for Twins' day??
Realization dawned upon, we used our persuasion skills to the best to try and ask the only loner in class to make it on that day---to transform the three triplets to five twins.
She was a hard nut to crack-not willing to miss out on some stupid street play for the so happening "twins' day". Then we witnessed a revolutionary speaking among us, by sacrificing and not showing up on that day. But then, crossing the octave hurdle was no easy job for her.
As anticipated, the decisions were never ending....
We somehow unanimously zeroed down on wearing the same color that day-and we did!

It was a day we have not, and I'm sure, we will not forget, especially after it witnessed a lot of group-talks, conferencing and fun moments prior to its coming.

After college, we walked down to a nearby cafe.
on the way, my mind played with thoughts, a little unusually this time.
The three-lettered word "day" was what we call "small mouth-big talks"
When I asked what shoots up in your mind the moment I say 'day', ASG could think of that 'day' when everything went wrong with her.
We passed a cinema hall. It reminded me of yet another 'day'-FRIDAY.
The day when movie buffs go on a spending spree. Nothing unusual about these thought except for the novelty of their associations. Different people have different views about a particular day. The road-side fortune teller may coax you to inaugurate your project on an auspicious MONDAY, but you might refrain from welcoming that same old MONDAY morning after partying till the wee hours of the weekend.
DAYS create history and can be reasons to celebrate.
Enter a greeting-card shop ad you'll be overwhelmed by the innumerable 'days' trying to make room in your lives.
DAYS mean nothing to us.
DAYS mean loads to us!
We lived yesterDAY
we are living toDAY
and with hope,
we shall live the coming DAYs!!

reflection

The picture that you see contains the water (yup! the yellowish one in the bowl) that I was supposed to drink---a home remedy to cure something (it was way back and I don't remember what I was suffering from!)... No, this article does not highlight the magical potentials of this water. Actually, this is not really an article. Just wanted to share this picture (I luvv the reflection in it).... huh....sorry, couldn't come up with something better!!

smile

Last Tuesday, I received a text message from my friend.
It was another of those forwards but this one insisted me to reply.
It read:
"today is 'secret compliment' day!
compliment me on something you ever wanted to, but you never did!
Reply is a must. Reply without any hesitation."

I did. I complimented her on the lovely voice she has that reflected in her unique accented speech.
I knew I had to.
I knew also that it was NOT a 'secret compliment day' and this was on of those messages circulating around since
maybe a couple of years and that which
often came in disguise:
like say, an all confessions day, a wishing day, a....
But then, I thought there was no harm in replying and I went ahead.
Moreover, I also forwarded the same to a couple of my friends. I was curious to receive those 'secret compliments' they had been holding for so long.

Pat came the reply,
"I luvv your creative side!"
Then came another:
"when I first saw you, I wished I had a smile like that!"
Almost automatically, I felt my cheek bones being lifted.
I was smiling.
Excited I forwarded to some more.
I emphasized on "reply is a MUST"...

Came in Thursday and came in another text.
Today was not "secret compliment' day but so wasn't Tuesday.
The smiling spree made me super-excited.
It said, "I think I've never told you how beautiful your smile is even with that bluish tooth in class today!"
(I had undergone a dental job and was mid-way between getting it cemented).
From then, I flash my pearlies more often.

But then come to think of it and I'm sure even you would be delighted to learn that it takes less muscles to smile than it takes to frown!
Smiling comes easy, almost effortlessly for many. Actually for everybody, but the problem is that some don't want to really...
your smile can change your own lives and that of people around you as well.
Try it. It's tested and it works.
Tell me about it.
It has within,a magic, which spreads into everyone who just has a glimpse of it.
So rightly,

"It says we live not in a world of strangers.
It's a gift that wants nothing in return.
It's an unseen handshake from a distance.
It's that simple gesture called a smile."

Sometime in my dream....He came...

Sometime in my dream....
...He came...





Sometime, in my dream,
He came,
to wipe my grief...

oh ya!
Sometime, in my dream,
He came,
to wipe my grief...

life asked me, to do or die
I was low but, the mood was high
I called Him,
to give me peace
And love was-
what he didn't cease...

Sometime, in my dream,
He came,
to wipe my grief...

I called Him,
to give ,me peace
And love was-
what he didn't cease...
He didn't cease, to love me all
He was with me, like someone tall
He told me-
life is a ball
no end to it-
YOU LIVE IT ALL!

Sometime, in my dream,
He came,
to wipe my grief...

....nains m
January 20, 2006.




Truly,
He is so mighty that even the world of the worlds cannot fit Him in,
yet,
He is so tiny that "he dwells in my heart!"