Blog Love

I take on the baton of Blog Love from Mithila.
My Dearest Blog
You turned one, last month. You are one year old now. Now isn’t that wonderful? We are both growing together, slow but we are, right? Shall we celebrate? Oh yes! So this post is all but for you! 

Love, only and only for you dear blog! With one and only, our never ending motivation, Blogchatter

Also, dearest Blog, you have no idea, how beautiful this feeling is to know that you and me, we survived for an year, and you my luv, is still online and breathing and growing. I have bigger blogging plans for this year. I promise you that 2017, will be much more activity laid, than what 2016 was for you. So, my luv, hang in there! While I sort a few more things in the real world out. 

Super proud to see you come this far! 

G.

I now pass on the baton of Blog Love to Shweta

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Season 3

Warning: A sentimental post. As usual not thinking and writing whatever is coming to mind because its about family. And when its about family we do not think!
Ten months ago, I was just a failed blogger. For three consecutive years I had been creating  new blogs every New Years’s day, and then abandoning them. Yeah! just like that. Easy no? After all making a new blog and then abandoning it is all but free! I made these new blogs thinking ‘New Year is New Me’ but did I ever succeed? You guessed it right, never! I may be wrote one or two or may be three post and then ended up dreading over the fact that my blogging life never picked up! One question, I just had one question, that why in the world could my blogging life not pick up pace? Why couldn’t I be loved and read? It was me who was abandoning the blogs but in return I myself felt abandoned.
I am still not well acclimatised with the world of professional blogging, that is a very very long way to go. All I know is that my blog is my diary. All I know is that a blog is a diary. My smartphone took my diary away. My smartphone took my pen away. My smartphone took my desk away. My complains for the smartphone can never end. Yes, you guessed it right again, I am a diary person. I see too much, I hear too much, I feel too much and I write too much though I may not say too much! The need to write, record, revisit and re-read, it was this that forced me year after year to go back and start new blogs again and again and I even did. I did try, but trying was not enough because I was alone. I was short of company, and not every alone-time is a good time, because sometimes, we do need company . We need acknowledgement, we need appreciation, we need discussion, we need communication! And, I learnt what all was I falling short off for my blogging life only when I met the Blogchatter Family!
I may be the most disappointing kid this family has have seen, but I love them. I love them to the core! They are reason that fifteen of my poems are out there, somewhere on this crazy thing we call Internet and anyone and everyone can read them. Now, my poems being on the Internet is a big thing because just ten months ago, mind it, just ten months ago, I was a person who could dare not share her poems with anyone. Forget sharing, people around me never knew that I penned down poems in my free time. I was shy, I was awkward and I never opened up. I am not saying I am introvert, no that’s not me! I am a people’s person! I am lovely to talk to, I am the heart of parties, I am happiness when I am around but I am very personal. I just don’t share! Hence, when this family started sharing and caring and showering all the love, I slowly found myself getting out of the closet. I even have nineteen followers on my blog today which is too big of a number for me! Not kidding, because why would anyone want to read rants and stupid poems those come out of nowhere? But this family is crazy! They not just come and read my stuff, but also share and comment and like! Woah! Too much to ask for. And during the Alexa campaign, I was nothing but blown away!
Jai, my blogbuddy from Blogbuddy 2.0 is one person whose been a tremendous motivation. Reading what she writes up on her blog, forces me to come back and write something down here! Then there is ModernGypsy! She is definitely elder to me, but Man! I have seen this blogger grow! She is one hundred percent of pure motivation. Her art is taking her places, Blogchatter is taking her to places! So is Blogchatter to Cafenined Words! What Blogchatter has given to me, is irreplaceable. It’s incomparable.
This post too just like all others is a last minute thing, and I know it’s not fair on my part to be so irregular, when at the same time there is a team of diligently hard working people burning their midnight oil planning campaigns and  crusades for us! Hence before I end this post, I want to apologise to the Blogchatter family and particularly Richa for having repeatedly disappointed you, but believe it or not, if there is one good thing that happened to me in 2016, it was meeting Blogchatter via Blogbuddy 2.0.

You guys are LOVE.

And moving on from  being a #Writesmasher in the last season, to being a #BlogTrotter this season, I am hereby announcing my membership to Blogbuddy 3.0.

Oh man! I feel seasoned now! Blogbuddy 2.0, was a new beginning! Blogbuddy 3.0! Will be the way forward! Stick with me guys! And Richa, no I ain’t going anywhere! You’ll have to deal with me for a way longer time!

Help me with a title for this…

तू इश्क़ मेरा 
तुझे इश्क़ नहीं तो क्या हुआ।

तू वक़्त मेरा

तुझे वक़्त नहीं तो क्या हुआ
तू खुदा मेरा

तू ख़ुद नहीं तो क्या हुआ

तू रहनुमा मेरा

तुझमें रहम नहीं तो क्या हुआ

तू दर्द मेरा

तुझे एहसास नहीं तो क्या हुआ

तू मक़बूल मेरा

पर तू काफ़िर ठहरा, तो भी क्या हुआ। 

Alright! Hi I don’t have a title for this! Hit me up if you have something in mind. 
Taking my blog to next level with #MyFriendAlexa campaign. 
Have a terrific Thursday peeps! 😀

Why does he not understand?

मैंने क्या कुछ नहीं किया 

उसे भुला देने की लिए।

और ऐक वो है कि,

हक़्क़ीक़त समझना ही नहीं चाहता।

बार बार रास्ते में रोक पुकार लगा देता है,

कौन समझाये उसे, कि 

ये रास्ता अब और काटा नहीं जाता। 

कौन समझाये उसे, कि 

ये रास्ता अब और काटा नहीं जाता। 

In the midst of Bangalore posts, I am posting this. Just wrote it, hence thought of sharing it. 

Btw, that picture up there is painting I did for a friend as a marriage gift. Nothing fancy but I do enjoy painting silhouettes. Damn easy they are! 😁

Taking my determination to blog up higher by a notch by bring my Alexa rank to the next level via #MyFriendAlexa Campaign with Blogchatter. Hopefully we’ll soon be back to being in Bangalore!

Till then don’t forget to drink a lot of water people. 😀 

So this happened

Seven years, for seven years, I lived in Delhi; yes that notorious city which we all know is extremely popular for its nuisance behaviour towards women. But not once in those seven years, had I faced or come across an incident where anything unnerving happened with me. I have never even added anything ever to the debate about New Delhi being safe of unsafe. If you are already asking yourself WHY? Then to be honest I don’t know. 

I have lived in that city with full freedom. I have personally traveled with no fear, no matter what time of the day it was. And please, don’t think that I was in the company of fellow men or women. Eight on ten times, you would find me alone, whether it came to boarding the first metro at five in the morning or the last metro at 12 in the night. I have done it all. And hey, please don’t think that I am writing it all here to boast about it. Absolutely not! Because let’s face it, I am neither the first women to do it, nor the last. 

So, after having walked on the Delhi roads at whatever time possible for seven years, and not having come across any nuisance ever, yesterday this happened! 

It was around eight in the evening and I was walking in the neighbourhood to buy myself some food, when I heard ‘whistles’. So apparently two young boys, yes boys (I wouldn’t even add guys to their description because they were really young) started whistling. It was amusing. It really was. Now, I am not saying they whistled at me, may be they were listening to some song and unintentionally started playing along, who knows! But they whistled. 

Now, I am not someone who can be scared away. Hence out of habit, not being able to help myself, I turned around and asked them ‘wassup?’. I did. At least my body language did. You know, raised shoulders and arms  raised a little bit and those kids, poor fellows just turned around and went by. Had language not been a barrier, I may even have had a small chat with them but I don’t know the local language. 

Anyway, wasn’t trying to raise an issue or anything like that. It’s just, I feel it’s unfair to call Delhi extremely unsafe. So this is my first month in Banglore and I am having a gala time here. With the Cauvery water dispute in line, I’ve had a lot of free time up my sleeve. How was your week? Did the weekend go well?  Write below! 😀 

So carrying forward my Bangalore experience, I am desperately trying to bring my determination to blog up higher by a notch. I am taking my Alexa rank to the next level via #MyFriendAlexa Campaign with Blogchatter. More about the changing me in the upcoming posts. 
Don’t forget to drink a lot of water people. 😀 

New in the city!

Hi 

To those of you, who don’t know me (yet), I am G. 

And, I have just moved to Bangalore. Today I am ten days old here in Bangalore! And, these part ten days have been no less than that crucial ‘the most important’ lecture from the chapters bound to come in the exam. No, not kidding. 

I was cussed, spewed bad luck at, got lost on the streets, met an old long lost cousin, got lost in the awe of rain, felt lonely, cried, felt independent, therefore smiled, got mugged, lost 5k as token money deposited and what not! 

Let’s just say I am surviving Bangalore, because I want to really quick start living here, the way I did in Delhi. 

Man! I do miss the familiarity of Delhi roads. But to be honest, I haven’t given myself even one chance to sit and regret the decision of moving because I had to. I just had to move out of that city. It was taking me nowhere. I mean, I had been there for past eight years. I grew up there. I love that city with all my heart and zeal but I did want to move out.

So here, I am almost 1400 miles, down south of the country, in a place where language is the biggest barrier I am facing. 

So with an unmistakably failed attempt at blogging, I am taking my Alexa rank to the next level via #MyFriendAlexa Campaign with Blogchatter. You’ll be reading more of my Bangalore experience in the upcoming posts. See you! 

Memory #1

 

Movie scene description

Delcon (Richard Gere) is following The Jackal (Bruce Willis) and gets caught between two fast moving trains coming from the opposite directions. (The YouTube link above will take you directly to the scene)

Why am I writing about a stupid train movie scene? 

Read this! 

What does this movie scene remind me of?

That I grew up in a joint family and had no access to the TV remote in my childhood.

How?

I must have been twenty one or twenty two, no I guess twenty two is correct. Anyway, this day was just like any other day. It’s not that I remember what day it was or how it started, like no clue at all, honestly! It was just another regular boring day that had come up with Sun up there in the sky and being the same boring, procrastinating, lazy myself, I was watching TV.

So, Star Movies was playing this film ‘The Jackal.’ To be honest I started watching the movie because of Bruce Willis and Richard Gere. It by the way is a great movie (Bruce, Richard and Sidney Poitier, a perfectly talented combination of three great actors cast just right against each other).

The movie was approaching its end, must have been another ten more minutes to go before it ended and suddenly came this particular ‘train scene’ ( YouTube link above). And it was déjà vu. Like wait, I have seen this particular scene before, but where? I am not someone who forgets movies and a movie this brilliant? No chance! I had not seen this movie before, period. But then how in the world did I remember this particular train scene? And it was not any regular faint or a blurred memory. I could feel that the ‘train scene’ had been implanted in my brain years ago. Like it had been peacefully resting in my long term memory forever and was, may be waiting for the right moment to just burst out, but how?

Kids from joint families in the nineties rarely got to watch TV on their own. Because, we all had our elders watching their favourite shows, at their particular time slots and kids (like me) only wished that the day was, may be made up of 32 hours. If not this, then all we could do is get some space on the already crowded sofa and watch whatever our elders seemed to watch. Indian middle class has never deemed it important to give children their own choices. I myself was never, ever in my life asked ‘what would you like watch, my dear child?’ I may still die of a stroke if my father or uncle comes and asks me this very question today, because they never will. Till this very day, if it’s us sitting together in front of the television, then the poor television has to play that ‘pathetic-death arousing-boring news’. Why because children do not watch TV. They study or they play. Television was never for us. We had to be at the mercy of our elders to let us watch, whatever they watched.

Hence, this memory is from one of those ‘No TV for you’ days. My uncle was watching this movie on television and I am sure I must have been timidly resting next to him staring at the television screen. Because to be honest, back then existed no subtitles; and understanding them (characters) speak in flawless English was beyond comprehension. <I was kid, don’t judge>

So, this particular ‘two fast trains moving opposite to each other, and a poor guy getting jammed between the two’ got stuck in my mind. It got stuck so well, that I never realised it had been passively living in my memory for so long. Strange are a few memories. Some are funny too! This one’s weird because I have no memory of any other scene from the movie.

Well, may be some say it right, that our brain comprehends only what it wants to comprehend, rest can really go to hell and enjoy their time. So, that’s my first story. Let me know if you got bored reading it because I will try and do better with the next one.

P.S I do have access to the TV remote now in the apartment I rent, but in my own house, yes the big family house, it’s the kids who rule now and my elders today have to watch Shin Chan and Chota Bheem.  Karma right?


So, in this Half Marathon blogging challenge with Blog Chatter, I am going to blog about movie scenes those have somehow, anyhow been stuck in my mind. Short anecdotes about what made a particular movie scene stick. Could have been Mom’s call from the kitchen at the very important movie scene, could have been the missed first five minutes of a movie due to traffic, could have been the location, like look I was here (happened with me when I went watching ‘Queen’) or a very distant childhood memory that made that very particular movie scene get glued to the long term memory of my brain. 

I couldn’t write a post on the second day of the Marathon because of an exam, hence starting my Movie Memory Marathon from today onward.