Zindagi Rockz

As I watch the tears streaming down your face and your failed attempt at trying to wipe your tears and assuming people around haven't noticed that you've been crying, I'm taken back to all those times when I've been so upset and have cried unabashedly without bothering about what the people around will think or say.. Today when I watch you cry I want to reach out to you and comfort you and tell you that it's all gonna be alright.. However, we're conditioned to 'ignore' such situations.. More importantly, tears and sad situations scare us.. We're a fickle race and just want to be around people for the fun times.. Tears and depression and all those negative feelings are to be dealt with alone.. And of course we don't venture into strangers' personal lives.. So I just watch you cry your heart out.. But I hope that wherever you are, you realise that your tears are as valuable as you.. So when you decide to shed them for someone make sure the pe...

In the run up to the most awaited 'Day' in February, the radio and social media was filled with promos regarding how to 'celebrate' the day of love.. It would make me gag when I heard/read stuff like 'Come, let's celebrate the month/week of LOVE'.. Jeez!! I'm not exactly the 'romantic' types.. Don't get me wrong.. I do care about the people in my life.. Just that I don't need a 'day' to tell them that I love them.. They're supposed to see it in the things I do for them.. And my memories of Valentine's day are limited to checking out what colored clothes classmates/college mates were dressed in on that day.. Because apparently each colour signified a meaning.. So while I would stick to 'safe' colours like yellow or white, I wouldn't waste an opportunity to bug an unsuspecting classmate who was dressed in red or pink signifying they're in a relationship or interested to be in one.. Talk about cheap thrill...

Apparently, people get offended when you give them a dose their own medicine. Of course, this time I went overboard and gave this person a whole bottle. So I get why this someone is hurt/offended/insulted.. Anyway.. It never fails to amuse/baffle and sometimes even piss me off.. So people get to do as they please, say what they want but the moment you decide to stop putting up with their crap, you're labelled a 'villain'.. I guess I've been called some other names, things that I can't type because I don't want to defile my blog space.. But you get the drift, don't you? So the issue was this colleague would make remarks about my weight and call me 'fat' and such things.. On most occasions I wouldn't bother.. Because I've noticed that the people making comments about another person's looks/dressing sense are often insecure about their own.. So, I don't usually take such comments to heart.. This time however, he caught me at the wrong...

Well, I'm not really a fan of love stories.. Much less the mushy ones.. But people seemed to be going gaga over the book and the characters so much that it made me want to read the book.. It's a beautifully written story that touches your heart.. And it makes one think a lot.. I felt all those emotions that the characters were going through.. It was like the protagonist was telling only ME her story.. But the book touched me for reasons other than the obvious ones The book speaks about kids who're battling cancer.. It's a very simple story about how a guy and a girl meet and become friends and spend a lot of time and bond over a lot of activities.. It truly is a nice feeling to see the friendly banter between Hazel and Augustus.. And it's a beautiful feeling to watch their love bloom.. But for me the most touching moment was when Hazel has a near death experience and her mother says to Hazel's father, 'I won't be a mother anymore'.. That line k...

The first person that comes to my mind when I hear the word 'teacher', is my mother.. For all of us, our mothers are our first teachers.. They are the ones that teach us everything.. They are the ones who are there with us.. Always.. For as long as I can remember my mom was the most important person in my life.. She was my first friend.. My playmate.. She then was promoted to being my confidante.. I have been lucky to have someone as open minded as her for a mother, since I could tell her absolutely anything.. I mean 'anything'.. So while the general assumption is that girls are closer to their fathers, for me my mum has been my source of strength for as long as I can remember.. Incidentally, my mother also happens to be a teacher.. And a popular one.. I know for a fact that scores of her students and their parents hold her in high esteem.. She is that good.. And today I'm just at a loss for words and I can't articulate how I actually feel.. whatever I am ...

There was a time when I would wait for this particular day.. The long hours spent making cards (yes!I used to make cards for my friends.. I don't know what I was thinking..) and writing letters to let my friends know how much they mean to me.. (again I don't really know what I was thinking..) and I remember my friends gushing about how 'sweet' the gesture was and how 'creative' my idea of making cards was.. I don't know if they felt genuinely happy or were just being polite.. Anyway.. Friendship day in those days seemed like a big deal to me.. Today.. Hmmm.. Well, let's see.. Today.. I woke up to a lot of friendship day msgs on the various WhatsApp groups I'm part of.. And my FB was filled with posts of people waxing eloquent about their friends.. How they were there for them always.. And how lucky they are to have them in their lives.. Yada Yada Yada Yada.. For a moment I was tempted to put up a friendship day quote and tag my friends and tha...

Blackie came into our lives 6 years ago as a pup. According to a friend this pup was a replacement for me. She actually went on to say that my parents had written me off and brought home a dog which was supposed to be a replacement for me. Well when you have friends like her you don't need enemies.. Anyway I had moved to Bangalore since my job brought me here. And my brother used to hardly be at home so Blackie came to be my parents youngest child. And boy did they spoil him! I'm not really fond of dogs. Find them too clingy and needy. Mind you I can get clingy and needy too. But those are not qualities I admire in others. Talk about double standards. So not being overtly fond of dogs and not being home much I never really got to spend time with him. But his affection for me never dimmed. Whenever I would go home to Mangalore he would always welcome me with so much warmth. Being a crossed Doberman he was huge and had a strong build. And I would be apprehensive to go close to h...