My Dream Box

This song is about a five year old, who has this peculiar habbit of placing her dreams every morning in her dream box and then releasing them in the evening, until one fine day.... she forgets that rut!
Once forgotten, seemed as if forgotten forever.
The girl is grown and is nubile to face the world. She lifts the box to walk out, and......alas! she feels the weight of the box pulling her down. She realizes her mistake of not releasing all the dreams on that very evening. But like it is said - " Better late than never", she walks out into the world with the Dream-box...



I rub my eyes and walk around
the bedsheet sways in the sunshine as I croon
I surrender to the simplest practice that I'm bound
to lift the Dream Box as a toast to the moon.

It takes care to open the lid of the rusted box
put my dream inside and behold the rocks
tie my shoe lace and run to the docks,
then release my dreams in the air,
as I foresee life's untying knots.

I feel addicted carrying the box every dusk,
dreams that smell bitter, and dreams that smell musk.
Dreams ought to be released, or else inside the box will they rust,
dreams as soft as feather and as hard as elephant's tusk.

A routine that I'm obsessed with,
to rise up in the morn and place the dream in the box before my eyes
Dream-box's treasure for me is no longer a myth
But it, in its own way makes me feel rich.

My wrinkles look at me when I stare the mirror
My hair reminds me of the days gone by
I'm no longer the five year old but a face of yore
all because the box was kept aside in a sty.

I run and open the box to fill another dream inside
just to find the old weighing dreams wrestling with their beside...

Will complete the poem by tomorrow.

To all forsaken, with Love

Handpicked this poem from my old records. Wrote this poem some years back...I hope the poem and the title convey it all...
Happy reading :)



To all forsaken, with love.



For all those who seem to know,

that to drift afloat was better than to row.

Life behind closed doors was all unknown,

far from those in the blistering cold.

Life shut, seemed to take a toll,

couldn't refrain, but was there to behold…..

But now I say that- all is not lost or forsaken





If the power can send this beauty to us,

If chance Christ than to live by our trust,

If light can reach far and guide us all back,

If hope, dreams and love can keep us on track,

Then all is not lost or forsaken.





O' forsaken, can you see the light gleam in the distance beyond?

Shall we answer the call of the light's siren song?

Let's follow it now to the cottage we see,

Come in from the darkness and let the light spread free..

For I say that- All IS not lost or forsaken.





To eternal home, that is the dream,

Op'ning the door and letting Christ in,

Cozy and comfy, warmth and good cheer,

Relatives close and friends that are dear,

I believe that t'was NEVER all lost or forsaken.

Yipeeeeeeeeeee I got promoted!

Now, before you expect to read something about my monetary promotion, then well just dismiss that thought coz this promotion is in absolute different terms.Again as usual, this is two weeks old news to share...i was called by the leaders at my church and was told that I would be leading the Sunday school for the age group:5-7 years old! Am soooooo glad that i made it! Okay,for all those who don’t know what this Sunday school is,then well, this movement was started some good hundred and fifty years before where the sole motto was to reach out to the kids in the society on Sunday evenings and make them know about God's love for them. Kids came from all walks of life.. This was and is an evangelical tool to reach to the masses out there. The gradual yet spectacular impact of the neighbourhood kids shocked the regular church goers. They, then decided to send their own kids as well thinking that their kids might lag behind. Since then the entire target group of Sunday school broadened by including both kids from outside as well those frm within the church. And now it’s like the Sunday school is meant only for the church members’ kids..and its all the more shocking to know that the moment people walkin to the church they gleefully send their kids to the Sunday class and put their minds to rest and feel so less burdened! Fathers perceive the Sunday school teachers are entitled to pass on the good news of God to their kids and they are solely responsible for their kids’ spiritual growth, how shallow?!?!?!?

Well,we as a church have decided to turn our basement cellar into a beautiful dream land for our kids! So far the basement was like a small bookstore for so many years...i once bought a book titled-‘She called me Dad’ frm there! There is this wonderful couple who have recently joined our church. The couple is into counseling urban couples who are suffering from marital problems. But apart from that they also proposed of revamping the basement and then the dates were decided for the inauguration. And July 5th is the day! There are 6-7teachers involved.. my buddy partner is Jisha di... An amazing person, mother of two with incessant energy and an amazing lady in Christ! She has put her sweat and blood in coming up with the curriculum. Each chapter is designed in a fashion that it includes games, interactive activities, skit, mime and choreography. And I will be responsible for teaching kids dance and choreography!! Now, that means losing atleast 2-3 kgs of weight! Waaaw..and this is known as ‘ek teer se do shikar’.. ..Just another 4 days to go for the inauguration and there are sooooooo many things to be done. We are planning to paint the entire three walls of the room depicting three stories. One the Noah’s ark, another water world and we’re gonna hang the creation of God from the ceiling...smiling sun, winking stars and more! I always wanted kids. My own kids. Three of them! And i wanted them young, when I was some 20 or so...coz when i was in college i came across this rumor/fact (don’t know which one to say)that if you give birth to kids at a very young age then you would always look young! And since then there was no turning back. I wanted my first kid by 20, but when I turned 20, I was caught in this dilemma that whether I was a girl or a woman....was sooooo confused. Never knew when time flew past and now here I am, all of 24! But am pretty sure of myself now.:)

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Just thought of going serious with my blogging and so i wrote a mail to one of my colleague who also blogs referring to my blog address, thinking that ‘to share and share alike’. But Man! No reply from his end! Okay, now my only fault was that I’ve never exchanged a word with that person. But I thought that if a person is from the domain of blogging maybe he would appreciate my gesture and would at least give reply to my mail, forget about leaving behind a comment on my blog! But, bah! I guess this is the only thing that the virtual communicating tool lacks....i wish i could have told him on face about how i felt and what exactly did i wanted to convey.


And yeah, although i hav less time in hand still don't knw why am rattling away...maybe it’s got to do with the new think pad of Lenovo!:) It’s my sister’s though..i still don’t have one and neither do i plan to have one in the near future.

Bride Wars!!!!! Mari Vs Mary

Watched 'Bride Wars' last Friday and boom! I liked it! I could see Liv (Kate Hudson) donning my traits in the exact manner as I do and Emma( Anne Hathaway) was sooooooooo much like my sweet-sugar dripping sister! If I ever go ranting about my sister's strategy of torturing me, then it would rather be best described the way Emma's behaved in the movie....a sweet submissive girl, and when the time comes she growls, rants and roars and even pins the other girl down, if the need of the hour be so. My sis (btw her name is- Mari) has pinned me down quite lot many times..(LITERALLY!) and what really annoys me is that whenever I go and tell anyone about this hidden dark-darker-darkest shade of hers, NO-ONE believes that! After knowing me for quite sometime, if somebody happens to meet my sister, they are enamored by every lil thing about her..her smile, her politeness, her mannerisms, her etiquettes...phew!!!! Give me a break! coz then follows the constant comparison b/w her and me...like..to an extent that I've heard a friend of mine saying that how do I and my sister co-exist in the same house..it's like the Lion and the lamb together!!! But, heyy! u know wht?!?!?!?! She's a wolf in disguise of a lamb! nope. seriously!!!I wish that she reads this and goes all blue and green..Muahahhahahaha..I believe, the above pictur eof hers says a lot about how she makes my life miserable by punching me left and right all the way when I am thrown onto the bed with me gasping for some breath and all the way begging her to stop torturing me!!

And now back to the movie....I proved myself wrong. Firstly, cos I used to think tht I wasn't meant for all-girlie's movie..but I have come to realize after watching this movie is that as a gender group, we seem to feel that a truly feminine woman probably doesn't have what it takes- or, at least, isn't PERCEIVED as having what it
takes - to earn respect amongst the masculine ranks, climb the career ladder, and kick corporate ass. This is a pretty outdated concept. It was birthed in the 1980s, along with the power suit,the shoulder pads, the female mullet, and all the other more insidious) ways of encouraging women to be LIKE MEN ... to deny the very essence of their womanhood. In this period, women grew to believe that in order to succeed in the professional world,they had to be LIKE MEN. And to a large extent,they were right. The "ballbusters" were the ones who landed the big contracts (and eventually bumped their scalps on the glass ceiling), while the "girly girls" were doomed to be secretaries and PA's until the day they retired. That attitude-the attitude of "women can do anything men can do BECAUSE WE'RE ALL THE SAME" -has now toned itself down a little bit in the workplace and the public domain. It persists, though, in the way that many women handle themselves and consciously shape their images and personalities.

It's as though our femininity is a sign of weakness - as though it embarrasses us.

And...in my research into this fascinating subject, I've come across an even MORE fascinating double standard: that it's OK to acknowledge that men and women are different within the arenas of biology and relationship science, but in all other areas,it's an enormous faux pas to do so.

Recent research into the human brain and the chemical makeup to be found therein has proven time and again that men and women are ESSENTIALLY DIFFERENT.

For example, men's brains are bigger and heavier, but women's brains are more complex, chemically speaking.Men have more gray matter (responsible for logic and spatial ability), women's brains have more white matter and a larger corpus callosum(responsible for language, communication, and interchanges between the left and right hemispheres of the brain).

Gender-neutrality may be what's required in the boardroom, but it has no place in the bedroom. If you want sizzling passion in your romantic and sexual life,you haveto live true to your sexual essence. And for any woman, that means embracing one's femininity.

It's all gotta do with learning to embrace and celebrate everything that is feminine about you.

And for once-in-a-while it's good to watch such movie that is so relaxing in a manner that all the way it makes you go giggle ga while making you come to terms with the acceptance of your matching feminine traits with that of the female protagonists of the movie.

Mama, did you know?!?!?

Did you find me diligently following the plans that you had set for me?

Did you see my take-off flight time before hand?

Did you at given times prepare yourself to outsmart me?

Did you muster yourself, but, just to face me all bland?

Did you find my want-list longer than hers?

Did you see me beside your daughter?

Did you even know that all that you did was met by my laughter??

Found this poem a few months back while I was cleaning my room...doodled this poem when I was in FYBSc, some 8 long years back!!! Was a rebel then..Those were the days when all that mom and I exchanged were a few glances, followed by war of words...

P.S- Am my mom's favorite daught right now!!!yeyeye... I accompany her to Mc. DOnald's as often as possible! :D