On the edge of happiness...

Don’t know if I should have written this. Don’t know if this comes as a justification, or an excuse.  I know the sanest thing I can possibly do now is to think of a busy Monday, work on certain things that would definitely add on to my resume and perhaps some more zeros to my CTC, and then when am tired, just doze off. And wait for another week to begin. But is this life? Odd as it may seem, I keep track of certain blogs (call it stalking if you want to, I don’t care). Logged on to check mails after a pretty busy weekend and out of habit went to one such bookmarked blog. The reason being obvious: today was one of such many days when I was missing some moments of my life, moments when I lived my life, and later passed them off as ‘you don’t need to live every moment of your life for yourself’ with a heavy heart and a smile. And of course some blog posts. And the question bumped into my mind for the n-th time. Do we all really do what we want to? Or is it what we think we shoul...

Hussain Sagar: Am in love with this place, so won’t go deep into explaining the whys and hows of it. If you can, visit this place on a rainy evening, and I bet you would think twice before relocating to any other city. I can’t, maybe am in love with this place. If you can, let me know how.

Golconda: If you are super-bored any weekend, specially on a wintry afternoon, drop in at Golconda. Or, if your mother is worried why you have suddenly lost your appetite, visit the fort. Honestly, I didn’t find the place great. If you are in love, you might. And I recommend not to go for the light and sound show (unless you have nothing better to do, and plan to do some photography). But if you are a one-time visitor to the city, you might as well want to see where the Nawab lived.  SalarJung Museum: If anybody has ever complimented your beauty and you were flattered, stand before the statue of veiled Rebecca (sorry, they do not allow cameras inside) and you would know what beauty is. You can look at her for hours and can’t help but thank that person who introduced you to this ethereal lady.  This museum has many other displays…but I am so awed by Rebecca every time I visit, nothing registers my mind.

Charminar: Perhaps the landmark of Hyderabad (though I don’t feel so)! Good for clicking pictures on winter afternoons. And yes, you may climb up the stairs if you plan to lose some weight.  Chowmahalla Palace: Take a city tour by AP tourism, where they would drop you to the palace on a sunny afternoon. Trust me, you would hate it! Keep an eye on the events happening in the city, grab a ticket for an event in Chowmahalla palace, visit on a cool evening, you would love this palace. And silently wish you were transported back in time and could be Nawab’s guest!

(This is a series post, as I would dig into my 15GB photo collection to relive the city…and it would take some time to sort out the memories. So would write as and when I do that.) Yes…that’s what I chose to call this! Four long years…maybe will be here a couple of years more…maybe not. Life has been always bizarre…just when I think things look fine, it becomes a scrambled egg (thanks MG for this term). But I have a never-say-die hope, which tells me whatever happens, happens for good. It’s just that we momentarily fail to see the goodness (is that a term?) in them. Anyway, coming back to my chronicle, all this while I never realized that the Deccan Chronicle has become a part of my daily life. A cuppa and DC or Hyderabad Times to start my day with…that’s what it has been for all these years! You know what…when I came over, first couple of months I used to miss my city…its morning paper. I tried reading DC and TOI, but couldn’t relate to the local places. And now, strangely, the s...

My heart is having one of its many “missing you” seasons! Was up till late last night, doing absolutely nothing (not even FBing), trying to figure out what is it that I want and what is it that I should cut out from my life…wanted to write something, anything, but then couldn’t take the risk of pouring my heart out. Was going through old writings…came across a cute kiddish writing about love, smiled at myself wondering how could I write this piece, and then suddenly wanted to be that kid again. Write absolute nothing if nothing else. And came across this quote by Bob Marley . And wanted to have it here. For reasons unknown though! Or perhaps very known! "Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved...

Thanks to that one person who taught me life is all about learning to fly when you know you don't have something solid to stand on to...to that one person who taught me to smile and say: "Happens! Life!"

The last time you really fought with someone knowing you are ‘not right’ The last time you fought and promised yourself not to talk again when all you wanted was to hold him tight and never let him go The last time you couldn’t get a fight out of your head The last time you hated yourself for being so headstrong The last time you tried to sleep over it and couldn’t The last time you accepted your state of denial The last time you felt you don’t love him as much as he does and tried letting him go The last time you had this odd confidence he is yours The last time you woke up in sleep to miss your phone The last time you tried being normal but couldn’t The last time you tried smiling and couldn’t really smile so well, so laughed at yourself The last time you texted to let your colleague know that you’ll be late for office because you didn’t sleep The last time you wished that tomorrow never comes The last time you said to yourself, “Trust me, everything will be fine” The last time you w...

Let me live as I want to, I have arranged myself accordingly Let un-got things remain so, getting everything ruins life Like the blurred lights of your world, like some fragmented dusky glass If you want to fly away, just spread your wings… I promise not to let my binoculars stalk you. These sails are all tattered; still I keep on writing story… Not wanting to give in to her midnight whims anymore I keep trying to swim across to find the shore… If dawn finds love dropping silently from the sky Don’t wake up and search for me Your sleepy eyes won’t find me beside you Don’t put on the lights for me Am used to counting waves in the midst of human sea Am lost in the station, and won’t take the last train back home The dreams excite your blood and run at their own pace If you ever get time from the race, think where do I lie in-between your fingers I don’t want to get lost in calculation… Not wanting to touch the dry spring onions left cold in the fridge I have...

‘Riding in silence’…ever felt it? Those moments when you just drive (or ride is it? This term never fails to confuse me)…those moments when you actually feel that you can drive away all your pain…the soft music and an open road…an unknown (or perhaps known) destination…rain kissing the road…you wishing the rain to kiss you… Those moments when you actually ‘live’ your life…those moments when you actually feel alive! Rain walks and rain drives have always been my favorite. Something I relate to…something that touches the core of my existence. Don’t know how, don’t know since when…but since the time I remember knowing me, rain has been there. What drives you? You must have heard this question many times. Ever heard anyone answering “Drive drives me…”? Trust me, it does…just try the rain and drive combination! Look at the raindrops fall on your wind shield….put your face outside the window and feel the raindrops piercing your face…you would know what life means. You woul...