Inner workings of an (in)sane mind

"He's standing on a line between giving up and seeing how much he can take " Patient 1  When you see him lying on the bed, he looks amazingly fine... and very handsome. You will see him, noticing every move you make. Then he would raise his hand to acknowledge your presence. You can't help but wonder why is he here in ICU?  After a bit of snooping I came to know, he is a paralysed patient. The left side of his body was paralysed in April, 2001.   He was some ex hot shot working in a nationalised bank. The day he was announced as the ED of that bank, he suffered a paralytic attack.  He is back in the hospital because he again suffered a stroke but this time it was a brain stroke, which affected his throat. This meant he couldn't swallow or speak.  I tried to strike a casual conversation with his wife. It was then she told me that all his life he loved food...good food, and now he would never be able to taste anything. He would...

I stand on the cross roads holding your hand Both of us clueless It's hard to understand As we pass this point it will be hard to go back what if I disappoint? what if there is something you lack?  It's a point of no return It's bidding farewell  to our carefree life and a places where we dwell. I am scared of losing you ruining what we shared may be I am just feeling blue may be I am not really scared....... - - - -      May be I am just confused ( something that I wrote just a week before my marriage....... sheer case of cold feet..lol)

Note to Dove I am usually too lazy to participate in contests. My blog can barely boast of 4 contests I had ever participated in. But when Dove's Guessing Game with my Friend came up I knew that I really wanted to be a part of it. Why? Actually because of two reasons:- Firstly, because I think it's my way of saying thank you...for nurturing and taking good care of my skin. I have been using it since last 13 years, not even once I thought of using any other brand. Lastly, it always came to my rescue whenever the experiments (new foundation, new face pack) back fired. Thank you again...Dove.                                                                                                **** Having a sister is like having a best fri...

Aren't arranged marriages just beautiful? Your parents happily propose a boy on your behalf and all you have to do is to look pretty and pretend that all that is laid on the table was made by you. Vikas and I had an arranged marriage. The first month of our marriage was all about holiday (I hate the word honeymoon) awkward moments, talking softly and putting our best foot forward. Soon after the holidays we shifted in our new house. My life seemed to have started fresh altogether. Not only marriage and my husband were new to me but also the city and its people (I am from Kolkata and Vikas worked in Mumbai). People in Mumbai are very detached; most of them had no idea about the residents of their building. Kolkata was very different, we even knew our neighbors' relatives. Mumbai was fast Kolkata's slow pace had its own charm. I really missed being in Kolkata especially road side food ghugni & puchke (Gol Gappe). Vikas would always take me to those fine dining r...

The best relationships--the ones that last-- are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. Not very long ago I had written about my friend who recently broke -up with her boy friend...   Realizing it's time to move on .  Just the other day, I was talking to her and as expected, she was feeling very down. It so happens that she was missing her college buddy. The story goes that they were together in college, totally inseparable. The guy finally proposed her during their farewell, which she refused. The reason she gave me was, he didn't fit the image of a boy friend.  The inquisitive me asked her, How exactly a boy friend should look like? She gave me a complete description of a mills and boon hero, Tall, fair and handsome. The guy was not very tall or fair and not very handsome either. Now she feels he would have made a more loyal boy friend than her ex.  Most of the times we are so busy running after our make believe superman that we often forget to...

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.