tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49102271134262840852012-01-30T13:44:23.030+05:30Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.comBlogger491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-15290424800188417432011-12-08T15:31:00.009+05:302011-12-08T16:52:22.618+05:30What is it but a togetherness... Oh! so transient...<div>Short lived... ephemeral...maybe just circumstantial....<div><div><div>Compared to the likes of the flower and the sun; the moon and the stars...</div><div>something clearly not meant to be...nothing substantial....</div><div><br /><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aYWb2AM1qTc/TuCchO3606I/AAAAAAAAAOE/e3x8bdSrCB8/s400/314808_10150382148009047_543009046_9886493_1891534913_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683714824483820450" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px; " /></div><div>What is it but all air and all that would soon be water...</div><div>All that would remain more apart than together...</div></div><div><br /></div><div>What kind of togetherness is this?</div></div><div><div>Not the one that the lovers gives similes of...</div><div>Nor the one friends look upto as an exemplar...</div><div><br /></div><div>It just is something that keeps the sun and the flower in separation... </div><div>Just an unwanted complication... A necessary evil... Oh! what a relation!</div><div>Maybe they just bear each other because of their situation...</div><div><br /></div><div>What a pity! To not have a fate which promised eternal togetherness and smiles...</div><div>What a shame! To always just be commonplace amongst duos on which are based so many promised and poems...</div><div><br /></div><div>But...</div><div>Just for an instant... let us stand in their shoes...</div><div>Just for a while... let us think differently from the assembly line thought processes...</div><div>Just for a moment... let us see the banal and search for the beauty...</div><div>Just for a minute... </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div>One realizes...</div><div>The charm of this togetherness defies all logics and realisms...</div><div>Somehow it seems that they really yearn for this 'togetherness'...</div><div>Just for this togetherness that the water rises up again and again into the arms of the air...</div><div>Just for this togetherness that the restless air waits patiently...</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div>Maybe when they meet... </div><div>They talk about the places they have been... </div><div>The things they saw... </div><div>How they missed each other...</div><div>How they wish they could always be together...</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><br /></span></div><div>Maybe the refreshing greenery... that taught us what peace is... </div><div>Maybe the color-abundant rainbows... that brightens our lives...</div><div>Maybe the smell of the wet earth... that enlivens us...</div><div>Maybe the happiness that the rains bring nothing but the reflection of the satisfaction of <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>them being together</div></div><div>Maybe it is what bring all the eternities together... and maybe its the basis of all that is <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>today....</div><div>Maybe... Just... Maybe....</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div>Maybe the onslaught of floods taught us and them both that their togetherness is defined by <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>not always being together...</div><div>Maybe this togetherness is something more than what our banal minds can think of or ever comprehend...</div><div>Maybe its something else in itself....</div><div>Maybe its how it is the best...</div><div>Maybe... Just... Maybe...</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-1529042480018841743?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-45724987713657523472011-11-06T13:48:00.004+05:302011-11-06T14:20:20.712+05:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1EcyayCb-VQ/TrZJCtcVeOI/AAAAAAAAANk/XvbGgPdY1Fk/s1600/Dream%2BPainting%2B-%2BFaith.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1EcyayCb-VQ/TrZJCtcVeOI/AAAAAAAAANk/XvbGgPdY1Fk/s400/Dream%2BPainting%2B-%2BFaith.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671801091626727650" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >A veil in front of my eyes...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >I walk through life...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Imagining the life around me to be illuminated with wonders unimaginable...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Imagining it to be as promising as it could ever be...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Touching everything with the wonderment of beauty unimaginable... thinking of colors un-thought of...</i><i>Dreaming about all that's possible... </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Thoughts of making the veil translucent...come now and then...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Curiosity to see how things actually are overpowers me just then... </span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >But,the fear of disappointment also lurks near...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Last time I peeped through the veil... it inspired both awe and fear...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Maybe, I don't have the courage to peep again, as yet...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >But,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Maybe, I don't want to let go of my version of reality, as yet...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Maybe, the wonders of my world haven't fully unfolded, as yet...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Maybe, my quota of dreams is not over, as yet...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Maybe this world exists because I do... Maybe its not its time, as yet...</span></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-4572498771365752347?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-54352896337112938482011-04-04T11:49:00.014+05:302011-04-04T13:52:03.232+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s741QN32JLM/TZl6LbPXdHI/AAAAAAAAALg/4G0TpoRk0iY/s1600/Female%2BFoeticide%2BAd_0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s741QN32JLM/TZl6LbPXdHI/AAAAAAAAALg/4G0TpoRk0iY/s400/Female%2BFoeticide%2BAd_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591634749066540146" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" face="trebuchet ms"><br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" face="trebuchet ms"><br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" face="trebuchet ms">Pay 5000 now!!!</p><p face="trebuchet ms"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Pay 5000 now and ensure that the lineage would go on... 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Probably we have decided to prove to our erstwhile colonizers that they were right when they talked about the white-man's burden... that we are hell bent to prove that we are naturally uncivilized and barbaric... that we derive pleasure in <a href="http://articles.economictimes.indiatimes.com/2011-03-31/news/29365989_1_ratio-males-girl-child">killing unborn and newly born girl child</a><a href="http://articles.economictimes.indiatimes.com/2011-03-31/news/29365989_1_ratio-males-girl-child">... </a><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Yet, we shall continue to think we are a manifestation of traditional mindset... the mindset in which in the oldest of the scriptures we have hymns composed by likes of <a href="http://www.boloji.com/hinduism/160.htm">Vagambhrini</a>... and the importance of knowledge for women, equality for women, grace of being a woman are emphasised (<a href="http://agniveer.com/1291/women-in-vedas/">http://agniveer.com/1291/women-in-vedas/</a>)...</p><p style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Or maybe we are just fallible demons who have decided to grab very opportune moment and fall a notch lower time and again.</p><p style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">_____________________________________________________________________________________</p><p style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Inspired by an Ad: "Pay 5000 now, Save 5,00,000 Later"<br /></p><p style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">_____________________________________________________________________________________<br /></p><p style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Poster Courtesy: </p><p style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Poster1 : http://adsoftheworld.com/files/Female%20Foeticide%20Ad_0.jpg</p><p style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Poster2: http://adsoftheworld.com/files/Female%20Foeticide%20Ad_1.jpg<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-5435289633711293848?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-33898189989469485952011-02-06T17:12:00.007+05:302011-02-06T18:03:57.811+05:30Standing before the mirror... looking at myself...<br />Feeling as if the movie of my life started playing before me to delve...<br />Think through things without meaning to...Seeing it all bit by bit and yet all at once...<br />Maybe it was a chance awarded by fate for... an objective perusal ... a chance to find the pattern in the madness... or maybe just a desperate search for balance...<br /><br />It was all in my eye... all in the rainbow of shades i saw <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/TU6T4CVrJsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/hr7UoSCalpY/s1600/Abstract_Eye_by_EmoFantasy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 365px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/TU6T4CVrJsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/hr7UoSCalpY/s320/Abstract_Eye_by_EmoFantasy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570552380013618882" border="0" /></a>in them... all one by one but yet all at once...<br />Ebony of the murkiness and gloominess that engulfs me once in a while...<br />Red of the anger that grips me out of the blue...Anger at myself for the hopeless hopes..weak moments and teary eyes...<br />Amber of jealousy oh so ill-directed and without a source... But still a part of me who shines on despite locking it under layers of restrain...<br />Brown of the chocolate always dark and yet so comforting...<br />Grey like the clouds of rain that bring with them the breeze to dispel murkiness and the silver linings....<br />Purple of the trust so often misplaced but with a shine of the few irreplaceable jewels in my life...each as rare as a snowflake...<br />Green of the pastures and life around me... giving me the strength and the faith in the goodness despite the deceit...smiles despite the tears...<br />Blue of the raindrops letting the dirt be washed and replaced by a fresh hope reflecting the new morning sky...<br /><br />As I blinked... I wrapped an eyelash around the different shades of myself... accepting them or maybe just accepting myself... As I am... How I am... How I look at things...<br />As I blinked... I wrapped an eyelash around the world as I see it...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-3389818998946948595?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-53212615866023862852010-07-20T04:44:00.005+05:302010-07-20T05:02:35.060+05:30<span style="font-style: italic;">Restlessness... Lonliness... Guilt... Anger... All decided to visit me the same day...<br />One after the other they came my way.... all to stay...<br />Despite my desperate attempts my stuborn.. unwelcome guests... clung on...<br />Making their presence felt through the ignorance and coldness...</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/TETgGRP6XnI/AAAAAAAAAKA/kvvB7m_mfvE/s1600/71619-11-first-taste-of-rain-719640.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/TETgGRP6XnI/AAAAAAAAAKA/kvvB7m_mfvE/s320/71619-11-first-taste-of-rain-719640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495763843612827250" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh! my desperate lonely attempts were all failing and somehow HE knew...<br />Like all other times he sensed it...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Through my attempts to hide it and mask it...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">He understood it and waited...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Respecting my decision to tackle them on my own...<br />Showering all the patience in the world on this impatient being...<br />Smiling and encouraging...<br />Loving and respecting...<br />Caring and looking-on...<br />And just when I was being engulfed into tiredness...<br />About to let my unwelcome guests overstay...<br />Suddenly, those guests melted away into oblivion...<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">And he sent to me his love as he always does...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Through my companion since forever...<br />During the good times and the bad...<br />More often as a gift...<br />But today as the much needed cheerful friend :)<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-5321261586602386285?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-56810714538654013772010-06-22T01:47:00.004+05:302010-06-22T02:09:57.288+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/TB_NFo0gLqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NhTSeVBtm50/s1600/brushes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/TB_NFo0gLqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NhTSeVBtm50/s320/brushes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485328367901224610" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">A great thinker once said... I think therefore i am...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">What am I because I feel...??? Is all that I am because I feel or that I think I feel???</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">Or do i just simply feel too much....and let rationality fly out of the window...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">I make all those castles in the air and live in them with all my conviction...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">Believe in things beyond my control and hope againt hope...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">Dance in the rain and see my troubles wash off...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">Love with all my might believing in the best that things can be...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">But yet again the badger of rationality is back here...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">Thriving sometimes on flashbacks and sometimes on phobias...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">Threatening through the tears and the hurt that could be my companion...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">Why can't I just forget things and let events unfold as and when they happen...Why do I think afterall???</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-5681071453865401377?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-20901252670387963942009-11-02T17:47:00.002+05:302009-11-02T17:52:40.765+05:30Soulful strummings...mellow lights...brimming emotions and a wish to sway...<br />Surrounded by the moments...etched on the shining web of my life... engraved in my mind...<br />A walk down the memory lane hand-in-hand with reflections of the past smiling on the surface of the river of life...<br />I feel it all once again... an explosion of memories...<br /><br />familiar touch...<br />treat to step over a failure...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/Su7Ol8gFtWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/miGrtsZeav8/s1600-h/ist2_864161-spinning-carousel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/Su7Ol8gFtWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/miGrtsZeav8/s400/ist2_864161-spinning-carousel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399480154555004258" border="0" /></a><br />fluttering of unexpressed attractions...<br />teary eyes and wet shoulders...<br />walk in the rain on the sea...<br />smiling eyes...<br />conversations on the bus ride...<br />intiation of an unending love with soft companions...<br />flowing rivers...<br />shared chairs and thoughts...<br />barefooted walks on the sandy beach...<br />pride of gaving a nickname...<br />being taught to cross a road...<br />rainful walk through the fields...<br />talks across seas...<br />feeble attempts at learning another language...<br />One jacket...<br />bonfires, birthdays and cribbs...<br />developing a unsatiable sweet tooth...<br />generalizing crushes and criticizing heart-breakers...<br />parapet wall talks...<br />expression of gratitude, failures and welcomes...<br />thinking by the river side...<br />dancing to loneliness...<br />story reading sessions interspersed with barter of randomness...<br />burning of hands in the snow...<br /><br />Discovery of the perpetual child...<br /><br />A merry go round in the colorful fair called 'life'...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I feel the sweetness, randomness, compassion, concern... the intimacy and a feeling of being looked after...All rolled in one...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">The great balance of life is tipped and even smiles at me...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Between the everyday moments of nicknames, gossip, chocolates, treats, fights, misunderstandings...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">special moments like these found a place and to this day are making me smile...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-2090125267038796394?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-66978924252798583412009-08-24T09:34:00.002+05:302009-08-24T09:38:27.355+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/SpIRr3Zu2HI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-P5aajaTOFY/s1600-h/Room+Ganesha.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/SpIRr3Zu2HI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-P5aajaTOFY/s400/Room+Ganesha.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373376750710347890" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">P.S. Finally completed the Ganesh on the wall of my room.... and on the perfect day :)</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-6697892425279858341?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-29069420282931032962009-07-31T22:46:00.004+05:302009-07-31T23:15:38.011+05:30I feel happy today... Not happy actually content and I donno why... <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/SnMtJ63bn1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/95lYg9JVLT8/s1600-h/Image232.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/SnMtJ63bn1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/95lYg9JVLT8/s200/Image232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364681229572218706" border="0" /></a><div class="Nth">today it feels like nothing would make a difference...</div> <div class="Nth">and everythings happening and I am just an onlooker<br />Thats everything is meant to be good so I just need to flow with the river...<br />I feel that along with the sand in my bag... Probably a piece of that peaceful heaven made its place somewhere in my heart...<br />That smile that had hid itself somewhere... resurfaced on seeing the sea for hours under the spell of rain and clouds and just hearing the universal music of eternity...<br />Simple pleasures of an intelligent company wherein the words dont really matter...<br />Mutual lazyness... understanding... And a few guitar strings wanna make you dance to the tune of life...<br />And beautiful and simple dreams of living life surrounded by the wilderness we were born out of... the world of forests, mountains and rivers all around... Ah! the touch of nature... Oh! the possibilities reality holds for us...<br />Just thinking free and being a freebird... of just letting the blue nun help us discover the thoughts that were always there and formed some connect that is mysterious and somehow still there...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-2906942028293103296?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-85839992050160127252009-07-02T20:36:00.004+05:302009-07-02T20:57:59.718+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/SkzRGBPBDrI/AAAAAAAAAJU/IVEWy0WSiEc/s1600-h/rain_princess_by_leonidafremov.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/SkzRGBPBDrI/AAAAAAAAAJU/IVEWy0WSiEc/s320/rain_princess_by_leonidafremov.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353883958377516722" border="0" /></a>Oh! the smell straight from heaven...<br />Attire of a princess riding on a chariot so elegant...<br />Sighs of the people who see her approach...<br />A relief to the strained eyes with her cool and relieving accomplices...<br />Greeted by the animal kingdom and the lesser mortals with smiles...<br /><br />She comes with a sound that reverberates with the sound of my soul...<br />A sight full of colors of the world twisted in one thread... spun all over me...<br />and multiple colorful canopies suddenly cropping up over the others...<br />She comes with a promise of betterment and washes away all the tears...<br />And just fills the world with innumerable colors and me up with an urge to just smile...<br /><br />I wonder where she is this year... why she hasn't yet come here...<br />My companion since my birth... I hope she is somewhere near... ...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">P.S. I hope the rains come and grace us fast... really wanna see the glorious greens all around me...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-8583999205016012725?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-50700374597079675972009-04-05T00:14:00.006+05:302009-04-05T00:56:28.476+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/Sdesea9DAOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zSBx_hTVncA/s1600-h/Image172.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 374px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/Sdesea9DAOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zSBx_hTVncA/s320/Image172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320911123392954594" border="0" /></a>In those beautiful eyes, naughtiness was filled to the brim...<br />She wanted to have fun with her darling friend of a few months...<br />Just tickle him once more before bidding farewell...<br />To leave an indelible imprint on his heart of her memory...to have him waiting impatiently for her next year round...<br /><br />She just smiled and had her partners of all crimes just spread their wings...<br />They conspired with the man in the night sky and spread the white awesomeness all around...<br />The trees embraced the white sheen and the mountains slept under the comforting white blanket...<br />It was just a scene out of dreams...<br /><br />To this unreal dreamland he woke up in the morning...<br />With her impression on all beings alive and sleeping...<br />He searched for her all around just to see her for the last time... just to etch her face in his heart...<br />She kept playing hide and seek with the trees and bushes helping her highness in all the ways they could...<br />She knew once she met him she would cease to be... she would just turn into a formless shining crystal... And he knew this was the last time he would see for many months to come...<br /><br />They frolicked and danced around till they were destined to meet and all that was heard was a splash...<br />The resounding splash that paused the affair of the snow queen with the majestic sun... leaving the two lovers waiting for their time... once again...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">P.S. It snowed the night before, and the sight was just breathtaking with snow caught in every nook and corner of the world around us... (Date:21st March 2009)... Couldn't resist reacting on the chirstmassy march :)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-5070037459707967597?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-37940644193477105322009-03-15T21:07:00.012+05:302009-03-15T22:05:58.406+05:30Under the magnifying glass I wonder... what does the insect feel... <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/Sb0sTXhxw-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/2r8uo4my2uE/s1600-h/ist2_6455879-boy-with-magnifying-glass.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313451846611878882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 407px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/Sb0sTXhxw-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/2r8uo4my2uE/s320/ist2_6455879-boy-with-magnifying-glass.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>Does it feel exposed or it fulfills the purpose of his existance?</div><div>Is it embarassed or it loves being the center of attention?</div><div>It thinks about the flaws or the greatness of his being?</div><div>It just lets himself be or fools us by putting up his best performance? </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>What ever it does, does it actually determine what we think of it... </div><div>Or we just feel happy and judge it based on our notions...</div><div>We just reinforce our beliefs and sacrifice the poor creature for our satisfaction...</div><div></div><div></div><div>So we ever think what goes through the mind of the poor creature under so many magnifying glasses.... Or do we just let it turn into ashes for our happiness...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-3794064419347710532?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-9957469158515369662008-12-05T15:51:00.004+05:302008-12-05T16:02:06.386+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/STkC7KXDlZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CwNaRasokn8/s1600-h/tear.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/STkC7KXDlZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CwNaRasokn8/s320/tear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276251653857842578" border="0" /></a><br />The feeling of being sucked into a black-hole...<br />The way nothing seems to matter anymore...<br />The work seems to be exciting but the excitement lives in me no more...<br />The people seem to be friendly but all I see in their eyes are empty cores...<br />The life seems to be different but a day is so like the other...<br />The tears want to surface but the eyes seem to be drier than yesterday...<br />The emotions wish to live but the professionalism takes their life away...<br />The pressure of apparent maturity has me wondering...what should I do and say...<br />The sudden grip of dark emotions has made the wonderment of small things in life go way...<br />The innocent smile somehow seems to have lost its way and gone far away...<br />All I feel today is an urge to cry and even my tears seem to be deserting me in a similar way...<br />Never did I think that I would crave these little droplets of water some day...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-995746915851536966?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-55804419885635094682008-10-16T23:55:00.004+05:302008-10-17T00:33:23.613+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/SPeO65OJx_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/qGHTuYStYGg/s1600-h/80983358_07db762440%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/SPeO65OJx_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/qGHTuYStYGg/s400/80983358_07db762440%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257828232422082546" border="0" /></a><br />They saw each other across the room and suddenly something hit them...<br />Deciding to take the bolt of something they had felt in their stride they ignored each other...<br />Trying had to control the surge of feelings they busied themselves with the people around...<br />They talked and laughed, played and ran... But it was never full-heartedly as a piece of it was lost... and was hanging loose somewhere around...<br />As the fate would have it they had to walk hand in hand ...<br />They walked and they played they made the moments of the play matter and somewhere somehow they ended up making the world feel jealous...<br />They then talked... and walked... walked and walked... laughed and smiled... frolicked and smiled...<br />They teased and shared and somehow felt closer to each other than no one ever before...<br />Deciding to live their life as they wished they did what they felt like...<br />But they were righteous and somewhere the thought of people around held them back...<br />They vowed to forget those moments and move on... they decided it was just an infatuation... they reasoned it out with themselves....<br />But still sometimes when the reasons fail and the memories flood they wonder... what was it? Was it just a emotional baggage or was it something divine...<br />Were those moments a dream or could I still call them mine...<br />Was it just a moments paradise or was it something beyond time...<br />What was it...What was it... Were they just two parallel lines never meant to meet...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-5580441988563509468?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-89825454125982094962008-09-17T16:40:00.002+05:302008-09-19T00:30:29.080+05:30The easiest things to do in the world would be <div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>to be illusioned about your position...<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>to assume the world turns around because you inhabit it...<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>to think the things are right because of your presence...<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>to know that you are always right and listen to no other...<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>to pet your ego and bloat it further...<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>to treat the other person as a non-entity...<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>to shout and think you are right...<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>to takes someones respect for your age as his weekness..<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>to keep arguing because you have to...<br /></div><div>But do you wonder about the day when you shall even loose the respect your age commands..when you become overpowered by the insecurity that drives you and the ego starts ruling you?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-8982545412598209496?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-29400226473386058312008-09-02T21:42:00.004+05:302008-09-02T22:10:50.652+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/SL1r-O98JFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/RIfYmzj-KZ8/s1600-h/help.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/SL1r-O98JFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/RIfYmzj-KZ8/s400/help.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241464258243077202" border="0" /></a><br />So much to do... so little time...<br />The moments fly away... and the dates blur into oblivion...<br />Plans that I make... the dreams that I see...<br />Seem to be deserting me...<br />The energy seems to be misplaced...<br />Everything around me seems to be set in its own place...<br /><br />I want to shake things up...<br />Make my time count and my minutes matter...<br />I want to live those dreams... and see many more...<br />I don't want to let them die a slow death...<br />I want to water them and let them blossom...<br />I want to see them smiling at the world...<br /><br />I have to remain what I am...<br />Its so easy to just flow along the river...<br />And so easy to forget ones purpose...<br />Its so easy to make-believe that I am important...<br />But its very important to realize the truth...<br />And face the facts that stare at me with my half-dead dreams in their arms...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-2940022647338605831?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-21044098883371165532008-09-02T01:22:00.003+05:302008-09-02T01:45:04.146+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/SLxNHcevraI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kpdAp4sNVOc/s1600-h/best_friends2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/SLxNHcevraI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kpdAp4sNVOc/s400/best_friends2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241148856651984290" border="0" /></a>She smiled and he was mesmerized...<br />He said he was lying yet she believed...<br />She fumbled and he thought of it as realism...<br />He wrote poems and she thought of herself as a princess...<br />She cried and he was there to just listen...<br />He shared his thoughts and she was amazed...<br />She sang and he thought of her as a nightingale...<br />He brought in the concept of we and she accepted...<br />She laughed with him and the happiness in it reverberated...<br />He cared and she pampered...<br />She talked and he listened...<br /><br />He can't forget those times<br />She remembers them fondly<br />He still thinks of her as the coolest girl<br />She still wonders at time what happened<br />They still talk, they still laugh and they still know each other like no other...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-2104409888337116553?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-82347305337031591082008-09-02T00:01:00.004+05:302008-09-02T01:10:26.700+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/SLxE_EGx1SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jKPm94XBynw/s1600-h/IMG_4968_colorful_planets.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/SLxE_EGx1SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jKPm94XBynw/s400/IMG_4968_colorful_planets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241139916577035554" border="0" /></a><br />We always wish to play safe... to live with guarantees... I don't know whom to blame ... maybe the companies that ensure us of quality in everything and make us so used to expecting the best that we forget the human component in us and others around us we always expect perfection and the best in life... We always wish to hedge our bets and have multiple options in life... always control our thoughts and actions... always be something we don't wish to be...<br /><br />In my odyssey of life...I thought...<br /><br />I saw something, did something and got to know a lot more...<br />Experienced the oceanic wonders from the shore...<br /><br />In the flight above this world...<br />Underwent the suddenness and fear of a crash that I just heard...<br /><br />In the pages of a book...<br />Touched the dragons and the unicorns; lived in the shady nook...<br /><br />In a passing smile...<br />Saw the depth of life, something beyond time...<br /><br />But in reality...<br />I always was guarded and time and again let my impulses die...<br />And when they won blamed them for the momentary death of rationality...<br /><br />Why oh why did I curse the lovely randomness that made living worthwhile...<br />To randomness and impulses that make the bland whiteness of life colorful...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-8234730533703159108?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-20071952292060088872008-08-30T00:41:00.004+05:302008-08-30T01:14:53.798+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/SLhRjnZzXUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2LxqPAjUXzs/s1600-h/Abstract-Design-579141.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/SLhRjnZzXUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2LxqPAjUXzs/s400/Abstract-Design-579141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240027838760049986" border="0" /></a><br />Music... a healer... a sharer... a love that definitely lasts numerous lifetimes...<br />if only... I could just sway and fly away with it to the world beyond words and mundane rhymes...<br />To a world full of melody...<br />To the place that survives on harmony...<br />To that land that I peep into everyday when I am dreamy...<br /><br />The poetic proses...<br />The verses full of meaning...<br />Give words their purpose of existing...<br />And gives human kind am attempt at expressing...an attempt at feeling... and at living....<br /><br />Married together they both attain a different dimension...<br />They both teach us the meaning and essence of any relation...<br />Together they are all powerful... can break any meditation... aid voluntary submission...<br />Their togetherness inspires the lonely and gives strength to the togetherness of any relation...<br />They are an all time inspiration and a divine creation...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-2007195229206008887?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-86618306975928117122008-07-21T18:33:00.003+05:302008-07-21T18:59:51.866+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/SISPIp4HCiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/06Jj4SeBH0w/s1600-h/believe.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 625px; height: 183px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/SISPIp4HCiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/06Jj4SeBH0w/s400/believe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225458846499539490" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Has someone just kept a whole mountain on my heart... or have I just replaced Atlas... My heart seems to be crushed under some unexplained weight... a weight that keeps increasing the more I think about it... Misery might love company but the misery in my heart is attracting unwanted and strange feelings and fighting a strong battle against the small and seemingly diminishing ray of hope...<br />The heart seems to be overwhelmingly overfilled with a feeling of have lost something very dear in an impulse... It suddenly has hitchhiked on the chariot which somehow seems to be full of all the moments of helplessness and inadequacy...<br />Filled with the feeling of having not met expectations... not only others but my own...<br />Of having not thought of the long term but lived in the moments of instantaneous smiles... and got numerous tears in return...<br />Of having not being the ideal but being a mere human...<br />Of having trusted people easily at times...<br />Of having expected too much out of life...<br />Of always gliding into problematic circumstances...<br />Of having the feeling that I have raised the bar of expectation and whether I would be able to perform or not...<br />Of the feelings of guilt and fear...<br />Of the feeling of seeing no output and feeling inadequate...<br />Of the feeling of being in self-doubt...<br />No wonder the hope seems timid in front of all of these... But in it lies the essence of life and the power of youthfulness of enthusiasm... and it will make all these bickering ghosts run away... I just have to believe in it... Just have to believe ...<br />once again place my trust, once again believe in myself,<br />once again be ready to face all the challenges, once again be ready to smile...<br />All in all, once again be ready to live...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-8661830697592811712?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-1546701676100015832008-05-18T00:22:00.005+05:302008-05-18T00:59:10.330+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/SC8xyhSZuXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/owlGpE1h1ck/s1600-h/little+girl2+worried+bw+IID-+cropped.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/SC8xyhSZuXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/owlGpE1h1ck/s320/little+girl2+worried+bw+IID-+cropped.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201430838634985842" border="0" /></a><br />The first time he set eyes on her he couldn't help wondering was there anything cuter in this world, she seemed like a fairy that descended from heavens just to make his life happier and he felt so filled with love for this small sweet cute bundle of joy... his daughter!!!<br /><br />He wanted her to grow up into what all she wanted... wanted to fulfill all her dreams... wanted to find her the knight in shining armor... wanted her to live a life beyond anyones dreams... wanted to let the fairy rise and fly all over the world...<br /><br />He gave her everything.. all he could all she wanted but then she grew up... and time to find that knight of dreams neared... she wanted to fly more be the best amongst many, she had proved her worth but he could no longer bear to let her live her dreams, not because they were preposterous or worthless but because he had set aside 10 lakh rupees for her marriage half as an expense and the other half as the cost of the knight... if she flew higher the knight would have to be a higher up and would be more costly and he could no longer afford to let her be the best... he was contemplating forcing her daughter to be mediocre so that he could buy the knight for him...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">P.S. Based on a true incident of a father who was desperately trying to get his daughter married and in his desperation told her that it would have been better if he would have married her off after 12th the knight would have cost only a lakh then... with every new qualification she gains he becomes more costly and more elusive....<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">In today's world when girls are supposed to believe they are equals incidents like these happen everyday and living in midst of such happenings who would believe the "say no to dowry", "embrace a girl child" campaigns when every qualification that the guy gains increases his value and every qualification that the girl gains is a added burden on the already burdened and worried father who wants to give his fairy the best but can no longer afford it....<br /><br />Is that what education reduces us to... mere greedy souls who want to put a price to their children's dreams? Or does the major half of the population seek education to increase their stock price??</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-154670167610001583?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-20413101451293975022008-05-17T00:34:00.004+05:302008-05-18T01:12:37.271+05:30A random normal day... a usual walk around the life in world...<br />Everything normal but a heart filled with emotions that surface at the slightest of provocations...<br /><br />Anger, an urge to rip the deceiver apart...<br />Rush of mushyness and a feeling of happiness in the heart...<br />Depression that grips the heart part by part...<br />Memories of the friendly moments that bring a smile and force the lips to part...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/SC801BSZuYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/t31h4ryFoDU/s1600-h/ist2_2147131_chalkboard.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/SC801BSZuYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/t31h4ryFoDU/s320/ist2_2147131_chalkboard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201434180119542146" border="0" /></a><br />Past that tickles us and we wish for it to repeat often...<br />Life that brings the dreadfulness alive again...<br />Words that make one swell with satisfaction...<br />Recollections that make one tremble with fear...<br /><br />Time and again we say we would start all over again...We would forget it all and have a clean slate...<br />Convinced that we would form new memories of happiness and depression, of love and heartbreak...<br />But again and again on an unexpected blue moon night it all comes back to haunt us with its marvel and creepiness, with its happiness and tears, with its endearments and curses...<br />We take refuge in 'human nature' for breaking our resolve...<br />We justify and re-justify, re-resolve, re-clean the slate...<br />But... Do we really wipe it clean enough??...<br />Can we ever let bygones really be bygones???<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-2041310145129397502?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-3188838594794588822008-04-02T16:28:00.003+05:302008-04-02T17:06:47.645+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/R_NueRqH_9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/iKetnHoxxWU/s1600-h/cloud.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/R_NueRqH_9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/iKetnHoxxWU/s320/cloud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184609062448791506" border="0" /></a><br /><br />One (un)fine day...<br />It was sunny and sultry... sweaty and sticky...<br />Weather was playing games ... having fun seeing us squirm and swelter...<br />Earthlings had short tempers and long streams of sweat on themselves...<br />Spearheading the group of the frustrated and irritated souls was who else but me...<br /> Suddenly out of no where I felt a shade creep up on me...<br /> A welcome shade which did not seem to end... made as if just for me...<br /> Surprised I looked up and saw him...<br /> My tiny little sweet friend whom I met every July...<br /> Smiling down and me and winking...<br /> Tugging at that unruly wind that always took him away from me...<br /> Trying to win... and (despite the history) with me praying silently that he does...<br /> And voila! the Gods heard me! the wind tasted defeat for once...<br />For the first time since forever, I had my friend with me...<br />A friend who I always knew was there... Someone whose presence was always felt...<br />And finally!!! he won ... we were together... we were smiling and celebrating...<br />We started talking ... he spoke in his soft, misty tone giving me eternal peace...<br />He seemed to understand me even before I made an attempt at speaking...He just knew it all!!!<br />We continued to converse... in a language without words... a language without any need for words... it was as if we knew each other since forever and still was this the first time??<br />Wasn't he always around when I danced in the rains??<br />But.. wasn't he around at the wrong time now!!! It was April...<br />Just as the thought entered me... he bid me farewell... saying it was lovely to see me from up above the world... but the duty beckoned and we dutifully parted...<br />Having talked to him and experienced a whole new world in the company of a cloud...<br />A cloud that was always there and will be above me... watching, smiling, reassuring and just being...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-318883859479458882?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-85637391698439580362008-03-27T00:22:00.003+05:302008-03-27T00:49:58.506+05:30Every little thing we do, every person we talk to, every vow we make, every resolution we take, every little step we take... what is it but a transaction ... Berne named and built a theory to analyze this interaction but it is a simple law of give and take in the end... A favor for a smile, A smile for a compliment, A compliment for a favorable impression, A favorable impression for some moolah, Company for money, Relationships for company, Prestige for peace, Peace for togetherness, Togetherness for need... Its all a transaction... In the earlier times these barter exchanges were hidden behind the veil of bhaichara, danveerta etc etc... But even the most selfless of the charities done even then were either for peace of mind of a bribe for a better life after death... How ironic!!!<br />But at least there was this thin veil that tried to hide the frankness with which these things stare at us in the eye today... So much so that in the end we have to lower our gaze with shame... The veil hid this public shame... Today its all a fact and everyone knows it... and it had become an unknown qualification... sincerity and goodness are everyday dismissed by the profit oriented mindset...<br />This issue has been there since time eternal... since the very first fight of the good and the evil... this is the fight we have to take sides in... and the indecisive society of today which rests on coalition governments and product promotions rather than knowledge and information seems to be just drifting with the flow rather than sitting back and even trying to think....<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">P.S. Contrary to the popular belief by society I do not mean only the youth, they are a part but they do not form the whole society per say...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-8563739169843958036?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-41827993071144280442008-03-06T17:11:00.003+05:302008-03-06T18:14:16.348+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/R8_l_Q0meoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/da-TTnTZjPE/s1600-h/cave_painting.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/R8_l_Q0meoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/da-TTnTZjPE/s320/cave_painting.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174607371882101378" border="0" /></a>Life keeps on happening...<br />The story keeps on building...<br />The characters keep on playing...<br />The roles keep on changing...<br />The mystery keeps on unfolding...<br />The truths keep on intriguing...<br />The dreams keep on disappearing...<br />The innocence keeps on decreasing...<br />The reality keeps on hitting...<br />The hope keeps on dying...<br />The optimism keeps on fighting...<br />The pessimism keeps on smiling...<br />The real person keeps on balancing...<br />The real person keeps on living...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-4182799307114428044?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-89663992774239324902008-02-15T19:22:00.003+05:302008-02-16T01:37:51.378+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/R7WdPjbbSVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0COBl4aXZ0g/s1600-h/ist2_2778487_bondage_painted_heart.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167209038011386194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/R7WdPjbbSVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0COBl4aXZ0g/s320/ist2_2778487_bondage_painted_heart.jpg" border="0" /></a>The moment that stared at me...<br />The moment of choice...<br />The moment that waited for my wish...<br />The moment that put the heart and mind to conflict...<br />And then... out of nowhere... as a surprise to myself...<br />Filled with something unexplainable.. I set it free...<br />Free as a bird...<br />With its own free will...<br />And in its celebration of freedom...it just swept me off my feet...<br />We then took the flight to the unknown...<br />Saw things beyond comprehension...<br />Had feelings that needed no explanation...<br />Experienced the feeling of eternal trust...<br />And just lived with each other... admiring the unknown....<br />Gave the mind, the rational being a very hard time...<br />But just as I saw the moment die... I heard the rationality laughing at me... somewhere far away in time...<br />I grieved at the loss of companion and lost my senses...<br />The opportune mind grabbed the chance and bombarded me with doubts, questions...<br />And smiled with cynical satisfaction as I gave in to the feelings of distrust, fear... ONCE AGAIN!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-8966399277423932490?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-5728589136284120652008-02-11T19:52:00.000+05:302008-02-11T20:21:08.877+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/R7BgDTbbSUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kBDctjuSkUs/s1600-h/1a18.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 420px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/R7BgDTbbSUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kBDctjuSkUs/s320/1a18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165734382465141058" border="0" /></a>Moments of frustration...<br />Moments of desperation...<br />Moments of isolation...<br />All showed their compassion,<br />But what stuck with me is the everlasting relation...<br />With the moments that were painted with emotions...<br />The moments that touched my heart...<br />The moments of sharing...<br />The moments filled with laughter...<br />The moments of leg-pulling...<br />The moments of tears...<br />Or the moments of just quite companionship...<br />The moments all full of different shades of friendships...<br /><br />With each minute taking me to the end of this beautiful journey...<br />How I wish, I could just grab these seconds in my fist...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Picture Courtesy: http://fashionistaandbaby.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/1a18.jpg</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-572858913628412065?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-20834876138796105862008-01-31T02:38:00.002+05:302008-05-18T01:33:36.249+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/SC85nRSZuZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9sSZ_R5ozYY/s1600-h/IMG_2787.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 597px; height: 794px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/SC85nRSZuZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9sSZ_R5ozYY/s320/IMG_2787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201439441454479762" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/R6DnpHgO0aI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ACa-5htlt-E/s1600-h/IMG_2787.JPG"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-2083487613879610586?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-44906124650869736892008-01-18T01:33:00.000+05:302008-01-18T01:47:18.140+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/R4-3a1gqBII/AAAAAAAAAEU/YLUe_3ubins/s1600-h/Sunflowers2-00800.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 224px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/R4-3a1gqBII/AAAAAAAAAEU/YLUe_3ubins/s320/Sunflowers2-00800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156541770031039618" border="0" /></a><br />Life has so much to offer...<br /> The pleasantness of an unexpected conversation...<br /> The shock of the unforeseen betrayal...<br /> The anticipation of that smile...<br /> The pain of separation...<br />Life is much more than we can fathom...<br /> It is a splash of colors so bright...<br /> And a inky blue well so deep...<br /> It is the eyes of a child so innocent...<br /> And a game so cunning...<br />Life is a mystery with numerous layers ...<br /> It is the magic of THE moment...<br /> The overbearing emotions..<br /> The loss of practicality...<br /> The love of the unachievable...<br />Life is nothing but a beautiful chaos full of the happiness with tinges of sadness here and there....<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Image courtesy: http://picasaweb.google.com/hd.hang/Fractals/photo#5096914591042717298 </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-4490612465086973689?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-7705685292804323422008-01-06T13:59:00.000+05:302008-01-06T14:10:44.473+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/R4CT_VgqBHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qNjDithXLOA/s1600-h/angeleyes_zoom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/R4CT_VgqBHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qNjDithXLOA/s320/angeleyes_zoom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152280690027005042" border="0" /></a><br />They shine with the happiness of your inner self...<br />They mirror the sarcasm hidden inside your heart...<br />They reflect the jealousy that fills you up...<br />They also show the sadness surrounding you...<br />They flashes the feelings you hide...<br />They resonate your fears...<br />They flare with the anger in you...<br />They reverberate with all you feel...<br />Yet they are just a pair of eyes...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-770568529280432342?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-80523045263110715652008-01-03T16:07:00.000+05:302008-01-03T17:01:45.660+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/R3zBT1gqBGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6QsFD_xGGZE/s1600-h/flower-after-rain.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/R3zBT1gqBGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6QsFD_xGGZE/s320/flower-after-rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151204620330730594" border="0" /></a><br />I saw a garden full of colors innumerable...<br />I found the colors that made me wanna laugh, the colors that oozed love, the colors that made me smile...<br />But I also found a small corner that made me feel inky blue... so blue that the other colors mattered no more... It didn't matter that they were many more in number and in feelings... In fact, the impact of that small corner was such that I felt all the other colors disappearing into oblivion... I was afraid...<br />I tried to smile but all I could get were tears... I tried to kill the plants in that corner but they just started to grow on me with an increased vigor... I tried to forget about them but they haunted my sleeping and waking moments... I tried all but the conviction was lost...<br />I was on the verge of giving up with no hope just the despair I didn't want to feel, the mind filled with unthinkable things I didn't want to think,everything around me blue as night with the cold seeping into my veins...<br />Just then I heard a rumbling sound that scared me I closed my eyes and hoped that it was a dream just then I felt a tiny droplet fall on me and when I opened my eyes the inky corner was being washed away and the colorful flowers were smiling at me again and were dancing with the rhythm of nature in the pure and pristine rain straight from the heaven that washed all the despair away and made everything around me smile again... The feelings alive once again and the inkiness of the corner disappeared into oblivion...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-8052304526311071565?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-62764026171352421302008-01-03T15:36:00.000+05:302008-01-03T16:37:07.287+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/R3y4GVgqBFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sQz8m7q91HE/s1600-h/Teaser2+copy+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/R3y4GVgqBFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sQz8m7q91HE/s320/Teaser2+copy+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151194492797846610" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Words are like a sword at times...<br /> But they are like a soft cuddle too...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Words are a limitation on imagination...<br /> But they are the horse imagination rides on too...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Words are a complex way to show-off...<br /> But they are an epitome of simplicity too...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Words are a necessary evil...<br /> But they are feeling of unsaid understanding too...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Words are like a liability...<br /> But they mirror your inner self to me too...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Words are like a web spun by a dark spider...<br /> But they are like an enticing landscape too...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Words are like a pain...<br /> But they are the only thing that form the bridge between two souls miles apart like me and you...<br /><br /></span>P.S. To a new beginning a new start all over...to a new beginning :D<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-6276402617135242130?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-30930248398900998122007-11-14T19:58:00.000+05:302007-11-14T20:15:29.278+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/RzsJeB-O9rI/AAAAAAAAADs/QlQhKORtZms/s1600-h/image006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/RzsJeB-O9rI/AAAAAAAAADs/QlQhKORtZms/s320/image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132706611849000626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Let yourself free today...It’s your day...</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">You love yourself you love to be pampered...<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">You love to be loved ... and cared...<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">So why wait for anyone to do this....</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Pamper yourself...<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" ><o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p></span> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Let the emotions pent up in you surface...<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" ><o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p></span> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Experiment with life experiment with relations....<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"> </div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">For once leave the lap of certainty and try....<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" ><o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p></span> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Do what you wish to even if it’s stupid...<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" ><o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p></span> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">Be angry.... be a baby ... be cute...</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >Question yourself ...</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" >but trust the people you call your own…<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" >Pretend to be someone else but don’t forget who you are...<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >Act surprised at the most banal things and feel happy about it</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Life is much more than a keyboard, mouse and screen<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Life’s all this...<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Life is keeping that kid within you alive....</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" >HAPPY CHILDREN'S DAY...</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span style=""><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-3093024839890099812?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-7955693915435607972007-11-08T05:28:00.000+05:302007-11-08T05:48:55.207+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/RzJVvAFmo9I/AAAAAAAAADU/AVqCtiq7xJI/s1600-h/jw_LilacDreams.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/RzJVvAFmo9I/AAAAAAAAADU/AVqCtiq7xJI/s320/jw_LilacDreams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130257191494132690" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">A wish seemingly true...<br />A mirage almost touched...<br />A world of mystical wonders...<br /><br /> From the weird monsters... To the dancing fairies...<br /> From the world full of laughter... To the wells of tears...<br /> From a life never there... To a life always near...<br /><br />A world where life ceases to have rules...<br />A world where we live for the moments...<br />A world where life's worth is realized...<br /><br /> The truths hidden beneath the facade...<br /> A mystical side of oneself never displayed...<br /> The true self always ours to discover at the the flutter of the eyelashes...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-795569391543560797?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-39871830833011315682007-10-21T16:28:00.000+05:302007-10-21T17:19:51.069+05:30<div style="text-align: justify;">Most of the political seats today are occupied by not-so-learned... mass leaders, for whom having a criminal record or fear of having one is a minimum implicit requirement... despite being aware of this truth ... when asked ... the elite choses to intellectualize the whole situation by saying they would never choose to be in such dirt... its not their cup of tea to play politics... they are beyond this pettiness...<br /><br />Yet....<br /><br />Chaploosi for a promotion<br />Sifarish for that commission<br />Rishwat for a rightful admission<br />Gapla and all the submission...<br />Are all the traits of the elite...<br /><br />People are so adept in this game that only in elite world do we see,<br /><br />Concept of time-pass relationships,<br />Return on investment in friendships,<br />Fake and Untrue associations,<br />Display with no substance...<br /><br />It is in this world that<br /><br />Pretension rules above everything... reality takes a back seat<br />Compliments are order of the day ... with curses spoken under the breath<br />Truth should not be spoken... even to friends<br />People should be made happy... at the cost of loved ones<br /><br />And despite being neck deep we claim we are beyond politics...<br />Maybe we forgot the meaning of simple words like "POLITICS....."<br />Or I guess somewhere we elitists learned so much that we forgot how to be human... </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-3987183083301131568?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-19050422406363822002007-10-03T04:09:00.000+05:302007-10-03T04:39:20.796+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/RwLPiv_2jFI/AAAAAAAAACM/qyuScbgt4Is/s1600-h/visionary_art_of_luke_brown_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 275px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/RwLPiv_2jFI/AAAAAAAAACM/qyuScbgt4Is/s320/visionary_art_of_luke_brown_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116880322553089106" border="0" /></a><br />There are many differences among people ranging from things as trivial as their favorite color, their choice of food, their active times to things like their nature, the way to look at life and above all the way they think...<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Some people brood over things think them again and again maybe to internalize the decisions they have taken or engrave the mistakes made or to make appreciable things their traits... they tend to be occupied, pre-occupied and post-occupied by the events that led to their state of mind... they sleep thinking of the same thing.. dream about it and surprisingly or maybe not, get up with the same issues on mind... I guess their concentration, persistence to find the solution .. the correct solution.. the perfect one ... arrived at after numerous modifications .. is something to be admired and maybe looked at with awe... And frankly speaking I won't be surprised if they look at their such decision with wonder and veneration... After all it is a creation of such a long process...<br /><br />But... Well as always sometimes I wonder doesn't this wonderfully long process which no doubt leads to admirable results take a toll on the thinker?<br />What about people who actually faced with similar problems choose to think about it for sometime with utmost concentration figure out a set of solutions to be applied depending on situations... and well progress with their lives... What about the people who despite being confronted by some major decision ... move-on do other things and well maybe when they have time think about 'the problem'...<br /><br />I agree the latter kind of people might not come up with fool-proof solutions but sometimes, somehow .. maybe because I am biased ... I think they end up seeing much more things around them, experiencing them..and somewhere these flexible nature of solutions actually mirrors the very nature of life which changes its course without warning.. I just see the latter kind somehow not being vexed at the failure of their solution but willing to move on reconsider decisions and maybe adapt a alternate methodology to deal with things...<br /><br />I don't know whether these processes or philosophies of life are antitheses of each other or whether they are like two faces of a coin.. which can peacefully co-exist but whatever they maybe they are realities ...<br /><br />But of they are antithesis I can't help wondering what the synthesis would be like.......<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-1905042240636382200?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-88301962610800443112007-10-01T15:32:00.001+05:302007-10-01T15:41:17.950+05:30Strange are the ways of life...<br />People think they can take anything for granted just like that...<br />People plan so much and do some stuff but... alas they never meet the other party's expectations<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I have seen randomness of explanations...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The misinterpretations of other party's intentions</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I have seen well chosen gifts become trivial...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Treated as the pay-back of friendship</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I have seen 'friends' not talking to each other<br />As the time becomes invaluable and so precious...<br />I have seen best-friends not talk to each other...<br />And then get bored in their loneliness<br />But I see the same people do those things again...<br />And marvel at the persistence of the pursuer and <br />at times.. detest the high-handedness of the pursued<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-8830196261080044311?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-43227357100399684742007-09-23T00:28:00.000+05:302007-09-23T00:48:12.731+05:30The warmth of listening to a gazal equals none other ... somehow when you listen to the sad yet ironically soothing words... you cant help but admire the singer who sung those deep words in such a sincere and heartfelt manner... there seems to be a telepathic connection through which the singer somehow echoes your emotions...<br />Emotions that lie under layers of pretense... the well covered up heartaches... disappointments... that start peeking through the grave just to remind you they are not dead ... but still present in you...<br />To remind you that it is easier to fool the world but not yourself... its easier to make-believe but the truth is there always forever...<br />But more than anything it relaxes you... you come face to face with the unconscious ... and the magic of gazals makes you realize you are not alone... and maybe in some way you also realize that you haven't seen life yet there are many more adventures to embark on ... even if they take you through the sad route ... they form an internal and inseparable part of you ... and you just brace yourself .... hoping for the best but preparing for the worst....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-4322735710039968474?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-5845555214916060472007-09-17T20:06:00.000+05:302007-09-17T21:39:18.043+05:30<span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">and there plucked an strange and beautiful flower?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Ah, what then?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">-Samuel Taylor Coleridge</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">What if the line between reality and imagination disappears one day...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">What if the rational decides to merge with the irrational...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">What if life gives us an option of a world beyond thought...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Will we be happy to try it ... or let it rot away in indecision and apprehension...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Will we jump at the offer ... or be sad on not being prepared...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Will we be daring enough to risk it all ...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Be prepared to be unprepared...Plan not to plan ...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">And just flow with the current ... through the adventure of life...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-584555521491606047?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-48333767143338343062007-09-03T15:37:00.000+05:302007-09-03T16:58:30.516+05:30Writing pages about my life ... trying to find evidences about my life in random pieces of paper made by people to ease classification of the world into manageable categories.<br /><br />How so ever much these inventories and exercises might claim to emphasize on the differences between people, except for maybe the basis of classification (the questions) somehow I cant help but see a lot of parallel between them and the zodiac in terms of the interpretation... Giving so generic statements of goods and bads some of which ought to apply to any normal person...<br /><br />What is it if not just the illusion of allowing differences amongst people.....<br /><br />And then writing a exercise like self assessment report....maybe its our own perspectives that matter the most since we shall live with it forever....<br /><br />However, I believe in the fact that there are different perspectives to anything ... so i guess even our lives come within that ambit and hence somewhere I feel we should somewhere factor in other's view points too or else we would be living in a make belief world... never knowing the reality and maybe just living in a dream land....<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A world where some people choose to glorify themselves...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And some others choose to underestimate ...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Some choose to cry all the way</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">While the others just smile all the way...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Some people who choose to be irrational</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Others who think they are rational</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But still I believe there ought to be some people who choose to look at life objectively...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sifting the wheat from the chaff and making intelligent choices .... Rationally....</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I am still to meet one of those people...<br />And am looking forward to this rendezvous...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And when I meet that person I just want to ask </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">'How?...'</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-4833376714333834306?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-77509040054642979072007-08-25T19:36:00.002+05:302007-08-26T19:12:37.309+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/RtA-U_y8KvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ADN4HRe7XRc/s1600-h/holding+hands.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 166px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/RtA-U_y8KvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ADN4HRe7XRc/s320/holding+hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102646908254169842" border="0" /></a><br />Well in a fit of rage ... or just because I was caught in my feelings...<br />I forgot to wish you when I had a chance...<br />But as they say better late than never...<br />Here is to you and to the friendship we share...<br />The friendship whose seeds were sown unknowingly...<br />The friendship that blossomed irrespective of the distances...<br /><br />Here are a few words ...<br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">The pride of being the first reader…<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">The reassurance of your presence…<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">The innate understanding…<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">The uninterrupted ramblings…<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">The same wavelength…<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">The telephonic contracts …<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">The transient anger…<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">The non judgmental confiding…<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">The feeling of acceptance…<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">The scolding on being grateful…<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">The unconditional sharing…<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">The feeling of finally being understood…<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">Without any gratefulness…<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">And with a hope for a optimistic tomorrow<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">I wish Happy Birthday dear…<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">Cheers to tomorrow…<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">And cheers to the feeling of 'hope' </span></i><span style="">:)</span></span><span style=""><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style=""><br /></span></i></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-7750904005464297907?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-9267621665128714602007-08-22T17:16:00.000+05:302007-08-22T20:31:41.501+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/RsxPvfy8KpI/AAAAAAAAABM/gdSKuU0acpk/s1600-h/van-gogh-shoes-mid.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/RsxPvfy8KpI/AAAAAAAAABM/gdSKuU0acpk/s320/van-gogh-shoes-mid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101540155311532690" border="0" /></a>We are always told self realization is a concept that make life easier and more understandable ...<br />But well I cant help it but I usually smelt a lot of gas in the way this concept was explained...<br /><br />However, today I guess I have some understanding of what it might mean ... not because I got hold of an awesome book but a great teacher called life...<br /><br />Today, I feel I know a bit more about myself.. There were things I believed I could run away from and things that I thought did not effect me beyond certain boundaries ... but today when I look back and somehow connect a lot of things in my life with strong interconnections between things I thought were compartmentalized ... I can see logic to my choices and even to my irrationalities...<br /><br />I somehow can even take a bit of an objective viewpoint... obviously I cant be totally objective ... as I am the involved party ... still it sometimes is good to leave your shoes behind ... and try and fit into someone else's ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-926762166512871460?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-1506072428331124852007-08-21T04:30:00.000+05:302007-08-21T10:31:02.231+05:30<span style="font-style: italic;">'The carefully arranged random tresses caressing her cheeks ...the made up intensity in his eyes ... the fake twinkle of naughtiness ... the perfect settings... the great music... the questionable feeling of love in that moment.......'</span><br />Despite the apparent manipulations the film directors make us believe in the scene ..... Hats off to them and their art to make people believe in something they know to be fake...<br />Romance as an idea has always been a weakness of many people ... especially us ... the fairer sex ... and more often than not I have seen people stare wistfully at such masterpieces... imagining something beyond the realms of reason... hoping against hope ... escaping from reality to their own small fairy tales ... to the plane where they need not be rational...<br />I guess it does make sense to loose the sight of reason ... somewhere ... sometimes ... along the way...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-150607242833112485?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-82250978104195156342007-08-20T17:01:00.000+05:302007-09-19T12:31:02.447+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/Rsl8Vfy8KnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Q6KIyEWUEts/s1600-h/black-rain.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 313px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/Rsl8Vfy8KnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Q6KIyEWUEts/s320/black-rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100744761728051826" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">The musical pitter patter of rain drops...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The unexpected breeze that catches one unaware...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The challenge of walking through the puddles without splashing....</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The urge to go for a walk at unearthly hours and just feel the droplets...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The pleasure of lazing around listening to songs...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The loss of sight at times...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The fights with the wind for the sake of umbrellas...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The complains of the people who hate rains...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The predictions of whether it will rain or not ....</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The loss of the sense of time...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The happiness of the trees as they sway along...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The sight of the droplets clinging to the leaves before the breeze forces them apart...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">In short, I love it .... and I am loving it :D</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-8225097810419515634?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-10440698384119278072007-08-20T03:26:00.000+05:302007-08-20T03:48:13.744+05:30For once in my life I thought I would just freak out... for myself not worrying about what anyone else thinks... I did a lot too... <br />Shouted my heart out.. jeered at the opposite team... had great cheer leading experience... <br />Let studies or even the thought of studies take a back seat and just enjoy myself...<br />Sleep though out the day....<br />and let my enthusiasm bubble through my action and deeds...<br />I felt free ... I felt myself .... I felt great!!!!<br /><br />But I feel it strange when people look at me with strange expressions maybe not on their faces ... but with question marks lurking behind their eyelashes... wondering at what I am up to! <br /><br />Trying to judge my feelings cautiously and yes restraining themselves ... being unsure of how to react... measuring my actions ... calculating my next move ... my next dialog... <br /><br />I guess how-so-ever we may say that we believe in individuality and uniqueness of everyone after all we are all humans and despite all the intellectual gas ... we end up being looking for patterns in others and somewhere fail to hide our expectation of the usual.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-1044069838411927807?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-29547133009613221652007-08-18T02:15:00.000+05:302007-08-18T02:17:18.292+05:30I always think I have enough material to write books about .... but once I have the keypad below my fingers .... things never seem to manifest themselves as words...<br />Words - the biggest weapon we have in our hands....<br />The power of words is phenomenal ..not in the revolutionary sense but in a day to day scheme of things words have the potentiality to make or break someones day .... A sweet word or a joke can do miracles on a hopelessly depressing day ... At the same time a whiff of sarcasm is all we need to break someones heart into pieces...<br />Personally, I believe its words that take us through the twists and turns of life... they are our true companions.... always there with us ...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >In the lullaby of my mom...</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >In the expectations of my dad...</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >In the fights with my brother...</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >In the gossip of my friends...</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >In the endearments of my lover...</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >In the sigh of disappointment...</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >In the burst of anger ...</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >In the realization of love ...</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >In the expression of wonder...</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >In the meaning of life ...</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >Words support me ...</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >They cajole me...</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >The admonish me...</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >Through the thick and thin they accompany me...</span><br /></div><br />To the gift of words... something that forms the basis of our <span style="font-style: italic;">'intelligent'</span> HUMAN life form.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-2954713300961322165?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-4592751703768108992007-08-17T18:21:00.000+05:302007-08-18T02:19:13.755+05:30<span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br />Today with the e-culture and e-generation who believes in the power of e-mails, networking groups, chats and of course blogs; but I believe somewhere down the line we have lost the essence of communication ... the fun that was in the life of college... the sense of belonging the the 'gang'... the time-pass in taking people's cases on their faces...</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" ></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >In the instantaneousness of chats ... is lost the deliberation...<br /></span></span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >In the digitization of feelings ... is lost the intent ....</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >In the whiff of the e-mail... is lost the anticipation ...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >In the invention of blogs ... is lost the openness...<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >In the cuteness of the smilies ... is lost the giggling sound</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >In the connectivity of internet ... is lost closeness of a friend...<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >In the clutter of the keyboard... are lost the strokes of the hand...<br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >In our virtual identities ... is lost the uniqueness of our selves...</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Sometime in the past I became a part and parcel of the e-culture...<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >A culture that believes in the display of sophistication and hiding errr... i mean.... channelizing the feelings ...</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > A culture that believes in burying our true selves in some server at an obscure location on the planet.... </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >and </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >A culture that believes in showing our real mask-less face to people you have never met....</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;" >Is this the progress and culture we strive for????</span><br /></div></div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-459275170376810899?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-8024198905816612292007-08-07T11:34:00.000+05:302007-08-18T01:41:28.991+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/RrgPqCGXa3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/_31Qw20kS4A/s1600-h/abstract-image-facesofdream.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/RrgPqCGXa3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/_31Qw20kS4A/s320/abstract-image-facesofdream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095840193162210162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Our experiences teach us a lot... and more often than not make us apprehensive of what is to be and what could be...<br />We all dream of perfection in the aspect of life that matters the most for us... some achieve it by the virtue of make-belief and some by dreaming on for perfection...<br />The later at some point in their lives realize that perfection is a figment of imagination... but despite realizing this the fools amongst them choose to dream on... rather than come face to face with reality and grab the best opportunity in front of them... and make it paradise...<br />Many a times when they do try they believe the realities in their life will accept them as they are and they take the path of honesty compared to make-belief...believing that truth should be the basis of everything in life.... and that if they are accepted with their bads the goods shall be more than welcome...<br />And maybe this is the assumption that fails them as invariably somehow more often than not they end up cocooning themselves into the dream world all over again... its not that they are particularly happy in this world...yet they just choose to dream on......</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-802419890581661229?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910227113426284085.post-47395964761758214222007-08-01T19:17:00.000+05:302007-08-18T01:38:23.664+05:30<span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/RrCYhSGXa2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rbcdTwpIkS8/s1600-h/harpes-full.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uIcCMWSgvEc/RrCYhSGXa2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rbcdTwpIkS8/s400/harpes-full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093738876117674850" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="">I used to believe there are two kind of people on the face of earth some who are born in privilege and the others who don't even know its definition.</span> <span style="">The later force themselves to be happy and content in what this world gives them... while the former are born with a platinum spoon in their mouth ... and all the forces of nature actually align to enable them achieve their dreams and aspirations... </span> But then.... as unexpected I met a third kind..... the people who tweak the nature so that everything falls in place and they achieve their objectives. I wont call them dreams because so far the sample I have seen doesn't seem to have dreams for themselves just objectives and short term purposes....<br />These are the people who made me realize that... the people whom our parents warn against are not actually the poor people who thieve us because they lack means of sustenance but the people who thieve us of our dreams, wishes and hopes just for the kicks... They are genius and use diversify their portfolio by adding <span style="font-style: italic;">'Intellectual slyness'</span> to it and take pride in it... For them the purpose of life could be to live off their amazing ability... But what about people who make the grave mistake of trusting them and cannot see the wolf in the sheepskin....<br />With the exploding population , impending wars, environmental hazards and the <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">love</span> in the world I guess in their defense I would say they have evolved and probably would be the ones<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> naturally selected </span>to ensure that our species does not extinct.... after all they would not mind living off their fellow mates... who would be soon converted into fossils, scientific mysteries....<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910227113426284085-4739596476175821422?l=mystique-pensive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930886758803461250noreply@blogger.com3