Growing Help-Less-Ness

We often come across some generous helping hands at home, work place, restaurants and many other places. These hands lend their skills and compliment our lives. Just imagine a day when maid doesn't come without prior intimation (of corse, its there birth right), the day is spent witnessing mom's tantrums in silence. Now before u guys decide to leave my Lazy Sunday Post unread let me assure that i am not gonna narrate a so-very-common-scene of every household. This post is dedicated to some innocent faces who in the name of "Helping Hands" harass us to hell.....

Yes, we have a brigade comprising six helping hands at my work place who are paid to sit idle and gossip endlessly. Fearless fellows i must say and i admire them for this. Their unusually annoying and sometimes funny activities have urged me to mention their names in BLACK (Golden not available) words.

1. The Supervisor-Manish

Hai na Isstyleee boss...

He is the oldest of all and thus he is the BOSS. He calls himself supervisor and so just do so.

No Work, No Play, Only Chat is his mantra to survive and Kudos to him for this.

He is seen either talking on phone or pricking the other two with a pin. Yesss thats how he spends his day at office.

You will often see him getting numb whenever whereabouts of any file or papers is asked. At times he even misplace couriers.

The files visible by his side are left at his mercy to be arranged and look how well are they treated guuurrrrr.....

I wonder if he does believe in Gandhi g's principles and may be that's why he wont answer anything asked leaving me wide eyed-open mouth.

Have heard about him being a regular visitor to Jaipur's Red Light Area...Ahem ahem (with my eyes rolling)

2. Most dedicated disciple-Chand

Don't go at his smiling appearance coz it's the only thing he does-whenever asked, scolded, showered with harsh words/Gaali or any other random thing.

Sources say that he dances with the mop in hand while singing "Chand si Mehbooba ho meri......"

Don't let your sense of humor betray you if you listen "Madam aapke liye to chand ki jaan b haazir h" whenever you asks requests him to do something.

He moves around with an open offer to sell his kidney for a daily income of Rs. 20/- throughout his life.

His guts allow him to come office drunk (yes, he has done this)...Bravo !!!!

"Jarda" (tobacco) is his favorite snack. On forcing him to leave it he replies - Sir chahe office se nikal do lekin ye nhi chut skta (sir you can expel me from office but i cant leave eating this)...habits...SIGH

3. Office ka Don Kaun-Shubham

Our local gunda...hafta vasooli, dhamki, maar-pitai u say it and he has it.

Manish and Chand blindly follows his words...after all Don ki baat kon taal skta h

Drives the office vehicle and has been a culprit of threatening staff by moving the speedometer to its right, sharp cuts, ignoring traffic lights, not wearing seat belt and every other possible action to establish his Herogiri.

Always boisterous of his Casanova image numbering his Girlfriends.

These three Dabangs are of their own kind and i really wish so because having them as a helping hand needs tons of courage to deal with.

....and yeah they daily read see English newspaper thoroughly and on asking as to do they understood anything they reply - Bus accha lgta h....

PS :They all have their FB accounts so if wanna know them better you can be friends with them.

To fir...Kaise na ho "Umeedein"

duniya hai kayam jis par
saath de jo har mushkil waqt par
din si chadti, chand si ghat ti
rahe umeed saath mein har pal

khud se karo to himmat badhaye
karo dusro se na ise tum
kya khabar kub toot jaye
saath wahi tak rakho
jaha ye umeed jeevan path par aage badhaye

roko kitna bhi aane se ise
kone mein baith kahi ye
lukka chuppi sa khel dikhaye
aa kar bhi puri na ho kabhi
bina lagaye he puri ho jaye

socha krti hu hamesha
na lage ye umeed kabhi kisi se
lekin hai ye prakash kiran si
bina kahe he aa jaye

Na-umeedi ke sagar mein
chahe jitni pher lgaye
mann bhi prem vash ho premi sa
Umeed ke he saath jaye

My perfect road trip-To The City of Lakes

“WOAOOOO” I nearly screamed while munching my all-time-favorite snack. The car seems to collect all its wits after moving around at its axis across a blind curve. Hey Tanmay, this is not done yar. We have got whole day reserved for travel. What’s there to hurry ? I Complained.

He gave me his familiar I-Told-You-So if I am gonna drive, I gave up. “No use. I should have taken your warning seriously” I mumbled while he kept enjoying swinging the steering of our #Renault Duster. 

Tanmay, my fiance is simply fond of his car and why not, after all its a precious possession we have which dig a deep hole in our pockets. Yes, mine and his both. Driving down to Udaipur from our hometown Jaipur was not a good idea suggested by every family member. But tanmay was keen upon not to hand over the steering to any other hand and I too didn't want anybody to invade our privacy in such a killing romantic weather. So, we set off to the city of Lakes bidding good bye to our ever enthusiastic family who have left no advice untold for a safe drive.

And look what he was up to as if he has bid farewell to all the safe drive tips. I would be partial if I ll keep blaming him for this, weather too called for a ZOOOOO-ZOOOOO-ING  ride in our Metallic Woodland Brown Beauty, splashing every thick and thin coming by our sides. I went on playing with the drops carelessly while he just couldn’t took his eyes off me.

I didn’t paid attention to the gentle drizzling turning into a heavy downpore, being lost in the thoughts of romancing at bank of #Fateh Sagar looking at the sun set. He pats me at my back and says “Kya hua ? Kaha ho ? Abi thoda time hai udaipur pahunchne mein” with a wink. (Hey What happened ? Where are you ? There is still more time to reach Udaipur). I just could not help and Blush While he could not resist and kiss me softly. Rain was getting heavy we decided to stop at the very first Dhaba which appeared. 

Aahhh…the aroma of rains !!!!! It’s still alive and rejuvenates with every monsoon. Of coarse we didn't expect the dhaba wala to understand any of our Mocha, Cappuccino or Frappe so Coffee was ordered for both along with the flavor of Kulhar which was used to serve it. Only thought which kept visiting out minds was- Thank God we came for this trip otherwise we would have missed the much awaited togetherness …Rain God showed some mercy and we finally boarded our Beauty.

Moving on, the road looked like a coiled serpent. Getting narrow with every turn it took and I admired tanmay’s driving skills with every move wheels took.

Our destination was an hour away and Sun showed its presence. Ohhhh ab ye kyn ?- I uttered (Oh why this now ?)It meant we need to close our windows replacing the touch of cool breeze with the output of AC coolant. And to my surprise after savoring the musky aroma of wet sand #Ambi Pur didn’t disappointed us. Lavender soon cast its spell on us and the rest of the journey was spent humming the romantic tracks together. 

In no time we reached Fateh Sagar and guess what

We were walking hands in hands looking at the setting sun……….

(A fiction work submitted for #The perfect Road Trip contest. For More visit http://www.facebook.com/AmbiPurIndia)

Some BAAGI UDAANEIN i wanna take off

I am certain about the  few sights and incidents which charge your nerves and it happens with me often. Some things whenever seen or felt leaves me bubbling with the increased rush of gushing adrenalin in my nerves. Feel of the falling rain is one of the source. How do i want to be like the drops falling freely and carelessly....As if the instructions of the rain god are-heard-to-be-forgotten and now they are the masters. The other source are the Bollywood Movies where the leads are seen wondering from city to city and how desperately i wish to be a NOMAD.....

Running, Walking, Falling, Jumping, Laughing, Travelling and doing every random thing which comes to my mind.....and the wishlist will keep growing.....

As for now my must-to-do list goes like this

Watching life in core of blue leaving me mesmerized....

Falling off a Staircase is done....A free fall, Thumping heart coming to mouth, Life taking a backseat and Courage vanishes at the verge of jumping off...

I wanna see the Sun up and close, rays getting scattered creating the hues

I wanna paint me BLUE out of every other BLUE...

Making Peace with WHITE 

Aah here i am with all my heart out and believe it or not, its the best space to do it because 

1. You don't call me "Chuhiya" (my friends do, provided my weak structure and endless running around with a confused look adoring my chand-sa-mukhda most of the time)

2. You haven't seen me justifying my sleepless nights with watching a Horror show/ hindi movie lets say Purana mandir.

3. You haven't persuaded me to go for a Roller Coaster Ride while i sulk mere at its sight.

The post is written after me watching YJHD which left me wondering about the "kiss of snow" and yesss the song "Baagi Udaan" has touched me inside....Do you have any to-do-list of your Baagi Udaan, please share.

RAINS here again !!!!!

A gentle pit-pat on window glass
does the same whenever it comes
my heart beat fast
and senses get alert
to welcome the soon-to-pass celebrity

Thunder & light are in tow
while the dancing damsel arrives my home
together they create such an air
i breathe and soak and steals
touching my rose and lilies and grass

looking at it whenever i attempts
to find it source, way and the distance
it mocks me and hits me
forceful pebbles it throws hard
i descends and no more assess

Young green color it always paints
i always long to have its stains
which can stay with me for the year
so the wait appears a short
and i welcomes her with the same gait

Ever Brightening hues to stay forever.....

Evening of 2nd June, 2013 was spent welcoming new shades of my life. Some of it captured are :

Mehendi applied...i was very enthusiastic to see it getting designed though still could not learn it

After an hour it started leaving what it is applied for...itz COLOR

I was not happy with what i saw after spending 2 hrs cautiously :(

I go merry dance when i see this 3rd Morning :) Applying mustard oil and vicks vaporub during night really helps

Share your experiences while you anxiously wait for the mehendi to dry and leave a strong and everlasting color...i was restless waiting for it to turn out beautifully and it did :)