Inner workings of an (in)sane mind

David Leavitt once said "Childhood smells of perfumes and brownies". Nostalgic smells are the one which trigger intense happy memories. It happens to us all. Even a mere whiff of a familiar aroma finds one walking down the memory lane. Surprisingly, each aroma unlocks a particular chamber of unique memories, forgotten over time, and yet amazingly fresh and clear at every recollection. The prominent smells I relate to my childhood are :- My Mom  :-  The natural fragrance of my mom. It was a unique and engaging fragrance that also exuded absolute love, warmth and immeasurable comfort. Mom would tuck us in every night and lie beside us reading “Panchatantra” stories. My special memories of her fragrance were of me hugging her tighter and snuggling closer, knowing I was in the safest place on earth. I often sense this fragrance and her memories. Maybe, here, the memory triggers the fragrance. Freshly made Paranthas (pancakes) with dollops of butter/gh...

I sit on the footpath I wonder what seem different As I watch others and do the math I see smiles that are still unspent Everybody seems in a perpetual hurry People running here and there All they do is whine and worry and call the god's gift (life) unfair If only they could understand Life is nothing but an adventure and nothing in it is pre-planned It's a risk of joint-venture So lets just free ourselves move forward with a special hand in our hand Jig-saw puzzle is all we need to solve   for all pieces to fall in place as planned.

Kitty Party  Sounds more like catty party to me. Women, who look so sweet and normal whenever u meet them be it inside the elevator or in the park...But in such parties they change... like werewolves change during full moon nights. They can be viciously bitchy and catty(Now that's a good combo ;) ) Here is the detailed account of my first and hopefully last Kitty Party. Anuja (my best friend) - Renu you need to join this Kitty party I -         Why should I? I am pretty happy the way I am right now. Anuja - Yeah living like a bum. No housewife actually lives like the way you do, all the time in t-shirt and pyjamies. You need to meet some normal people. I -       I object to that I am very much normal and my friends are very much normal, thank you.  Anuja -  Yeah if normal actually means being friends with people most probably you'd never meet and liking statuses and writing rubbish, than yeah you ar...