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Sweet memories...

I read a beautiful poem on childhood on FB today and it instantly brought back memories of my past,  my childhood - a time that seems to have lost some where. In our struggle to survive our present and build a secure future, we completely forget that golden period of our past that will never come back; a time which, when we think about, brings a smile and some tears and a longing, a yearning, to go back and relive it, all over again.
   Right now, as I reminisce about those halcyon days, there are a countless things that I would love to go back for...and bring back  a fistful, if I could!! I will start with my list of priceless memories....feel free to add some of your own!

The innocence
The simplicity of life
The carefree days
Days full of laughter and a few tears
Tears that mum wiped away with the end of her pallu
Mom's  warm and comforting hug that  drove away our fears

Mom's bed time stories
Mom's lovingly baked cake....simple and the best in the world
A mom'…

Maine pyaar ( kyun ) kiya?!!!

No, no, no, I am not wondering why the hell I fell in love!!! Though, at times, I do wonder..hehehe!! But, right now, that is not the topic of this blog. Nor is the film with the above which I have not seen and never will!  This blog is about the cult film, that took us by surprise and sowed seeds of love and romance in our fertile minds at the age of 20......MAINE PYAAR KIYA!! You all will surely wonder what is wrong with me, or that this movie is really very old to be written about. True.  I had totally forgotten the film, till today. As I was having lunch, I was surfing channels, when I ran into this film. I asked MIL ( Mother-in-law ) if she would like to see it, which she said she will, and so I let it stay. And, there began the test  of my patience and willpower to watch/tolerate the film we all so loved all those years ago.
    I started squirming in my seat as Bhagyashree made an entry. Ughh!! Try as I might, I could not avoid  her  even with my eyes closed!! H…

What has age got to do with it? Or, does it?

Age is just a number, is what people say.  And it is always better to be young at heart even as you also what they preach.  Right. I do believe in it.  A senior marathi actor  once said that if you stay young at heart, you keep yourself open to new are always open to new challenges, acquiring new skills and also trying out something new which you might never dream of. I totally agree with all these fundas, but, I have observed something about myself as I have aged.  And that is, the inability to tolerate things that I used to enjoy earlier, when I was younger. And all this, inspite of staying young at heart!
      Some days back, people celebrated the festival of colours, Holi. There was a time when I loved this festival. I would look forward to celebrating it with all my friends.  I would even select the dress that I would wear!!  And right from morning till afternoon, when mum screamed her lungs out, I, along with my friends, would roam  the streets of …

I fell in love.......again!!!

I was out in the evening, walking Chikoo, when my eyes fell on him. And, my heart skipped a beat...several beats, in fact!  He stood there, in all his splendid glory. So handsome, so good looking!! He was surrounded by a bevy of girls. All giggling and vying for his attention. And he... he seemed smug in the knowledge that he was the centre of their attention.
     His eyes were what caught my eyes first. Brown...with a touch of gold from the setting sun. And naughty....playfully if teasing me.  The moment he looked at me, my breath got caught in my throat.  The world started to spin! And  his face...his face seemed to be chiselled by God in his free time! So attractive. Oh no! What was happening to me? I really was losing my mind! Why was destiny playing such cruel games with this age? I already had my first love with could I even think about anybody else?
     I really had to leave that place right then, but unknowingly, I was only g…

Women's Day.

Tomorrow the world will be celebrating International Women's Day.  It will  be something important for many women who will be raising a toast to themselves and their like, revelling in some attention heaped upon them by the society or even their families ( their better halves ). But, for many more women, it will be just another day, which will begin and end with them toiling for their families and a complete neglect for themselves. I know, I sound cynical and least enthusiastic about such a big day in the lives of half of the world's population. But, is it really that important a day in our lives? I don't think so.
         There will be articles written about how women need to come into their own, raise their voices against atrocities and work towards being on par with men. How, the society needs to wake up to the problems faced by women and strive to make the world a safer place for them. So, I won't be talking anything on these topics here. I would just  l…

Father of the bride

Some days ago, I saw this movie on TV-  Father of the bride. I have seen it around 10 times already, but I can still watch it...again and again. Although it is a comedy, there is some thing about the story that tugs at the heartstrings. And by the end of it I have a lump in my throat.  All the emotions demonstrated by the actor Steve Martin's character, when he comes to know that his daughter - his little girl - is now a grown up woman who has decided to get married,  are the most natural ones that any father would go through under similar circumstances.  Doubt and suspicion about the boy chosen by his daughter, the inability to accept that his princess, his little girl, is not little anymore and is now on the threshold of a new milestone in her life, the apprehensions  about his daughter's future with another man are all that every father goes through. What is it about daughters that makes the strongest, bravest of fathers go all mushy when their little girls are read…