Pleasant Surprise

A strange thing happened to me today as I was driving back home. Stuck at the BRT traffic, I had switched off the ignition and switched on my ipod to a lovely john mayer number.

Earlier that evening, I had picked up a little Disney Princess Doll/Figure which is also a pen, for my mum. This little thing had a furry costume and it felt soft and cotton like on my face. Fell in love with it.


And, at the jam, I picked up the doll, and started playing with it ..

I tried to hang it under the rear view mirror
I moved it over my face
I tried to position it on the dashboard
and... I was also fake writing the lyrics of the song on the steering wheel using the pen.

Little did i know, the driver of the car beside me, was watching me all the time :)

He was a burly man, in his 60s, smoking a cigarette.

I couldn't see him until he shifted towards the front... and so he did, probably in an attempt to fathom - 'who is this silly girl playing like a kid with a toy!'

He looked at me and I looked back. Immediately embarrassed, I looked away. But I did happen to catch a glimpse of a faint smile. I turned back and smiled.

'What a pleasant surprise' I thought. A smiling stranger in Delhi. Definitely a rarity.

What's with the World?

I've had enough of this throat slitting news. The stimuli is so strong, mainly because of channels like Aaj Tak, India TV and even Star News, that it haunts me in my dreams these days!
Its constantly bombarding you, whether you like it or not. Hmmm... but its a thing to wonder. How easily people can kill.

Stab wounds, charred bodies, destruction of evidence, delayed justice, rape, duffel bags, affairs, lies and finally regret - some horrifying keywords representing the world these days.

Its still tough for me to believe that a parent can kill their own child, but then in a fit of rage, who's to say what can happen?

It's depressing and a constant fear and feeling of distrust is engulfing all of us in the so called 'kalyug'. Value systems are evanescent and the insidious greed to make quick money is hovering over us like a heavy dark cloud.

However a silver lining emerges in the form of the fight for justice and truth and it saves you from converting into cynicism. The truth, they say, always comes out. So don't fight it.

Match Point

Imagine this. A helicopter shot of a stadium, fully illuminated...the cacophony of thousands of people chanting slogans...red dots scattered on a green canvas, at the centre of everyone’s attention.
Two soldiers dressed in blue emerge and suddenly the sound intensifies… and then the lull before the storm. All eyes focused on where the ball goes and in the next moment, the sound levels have shot right through the roof, to give company to the little white ball.

Yes, this would be the point where Sachin has just hit a sixer.


The point of making this illustrious beginning is just to say that I saw my first ever live cricket match! In a country where cricket is a second religion, the experience made me feel like a child again.

It’s amazing what watching a match can do for you…to let out all your frustrations by cheering for your team, maybe even cursing the opposing team. To be in the company of thousands of people, as eager as you for something to happen with whom you share a common emotional and physical status.

It’s all instantaneous. The anticipation of the next moment is a thrill in itself. It’s therapeutic. The entire atmosphere was so alive, as if it was the epicenter of something grand. If the term ‘pulse of the nation’ means nothing to you, I recommend an evening in the company of total strangers watching 22 men play under the spotlight.


The band and cheerleaders add the excitement to the atmosphere and I realized that it is one place where you can let yourself free, out there just like a complete hooligan.

Why I said earlier, that I felt like a child was because I was reminded of this cricket board game I used to have as a child and me and my brother have beautiful memories and countless fights over it, and here I was a spectator, staring at the same board game, only this time, it was real, and they had colored jerseys :)

New Beginnings

I've been meaning to start a new blog for days now and I have finally dealt with my finicky self to make it look exactly how I had imagined it would be...
This one is for new beginnings. To indulge in the Wanderlust of any kind, to swim in the deepest and bluest of waters or to glide as smoothly as a paper aeroplane.
I guess what I'm trying to say very inarticulately is... Dream on! :)