a photographer’s daughter, this is the most obvious choice. Though I haven’t really
tried my hand at professional cameras, I wish to own one myself. An amazing
Nikon DSLR in black is what I am drooling currently on. I wish I would be able
to lay my hands on it sometime soon.
been years since I have trying to learn to drive a car. But no matter how hard
I try, the accelerator - break and clutch synchronization is just out of my
understanding. My brother has given up trying to make me understand the basics.
And hence when Maruti launched Maruti Celerio – the Auto Gear Shift Car that gives
the freedom from having to press the clutch pedal or change gears, I think I
have found a solution to my problem. I hope to buy one soon.
room is currently painted in a dull shade of grey which looks drab and boring.
Going by the current interior decoration trends, I have always wanted to paint one
of the walls in black. I love collages and I wish to hang some of my handmade
collages on that wall. The wall would also be the home for all the wonderful
greeting cards I have received till date. (Yes, I have all of them in my safe
can be a writer’s wish than to win award for her writing skills. I wish to pen
down a movie someday. And that Salman Khan acts in that movie. And then that
movie goes on to become one of the biggest hits of its times. And then, I win a
Filmfare for best screenplay. Yeah, Yeah, I know am daydreaming. But this is a
wishlist and I can wish for anything :P
now when I shall win the Filmfare, obviously I shall need an amazing black gown
to wear for the occasion right?
well, that’s pretty much my wishlist for black.
incident happened a few months back. I was driving from Mumbai to Pune with my
dear friend who has recently been married and stays at Pune. I was in Mumbai
for some work. My friend, Priya had come to meet me in Mumbai. I had the weekend off and she insisted I visit
her home. I couldn't refuse. After all, what better way to spend the
weekend than with a dear old friend, I thought. We took her car and drove off
to Pune. A pleasant weather, a large flask of coffee, some eatables, cool music
and an old friend to keep company. What else could I wish for! We started early
morning so that we could avoid traffic.
must have been around 8 am when just before hitting the Mumbai-Pune Expressway,
we saw a lady waving her hands furiously asking for a lift. I could see her car
parked which I believe must have broken down. My first reaction was to not
stop. After all, you can never trust strangers these days. But just as I drove
past her, something inside me asked me to stop. What if she is in some
emergency? I can atleast ask her what’s wrong, I thought and stopped the car. Both
of us got down. She seemed relieved to see our car stop and came running
towards us. I could see she was well-dressed and looked like an educated woman.
Panting a bit, she said that her car had broken down and she needed to reach
Pune urgently and asked for a lift. She also said that she would pay me if need
be. I wanted to help her but somehow I couldn’t really trust her and asked her
to take a cab. May be she sensed that I was hesitating to help her.
know it’s really difficult to trust strangers these days. May be if I would
have been in your place, I would have done the same. But trust me. I could have
taken a cab but it would be very late by the time I call for a cab service. Besides,
I cannot hire a cab here since I have my two year old son with me and I am a
little apprehensive about unknown cab drivers. I work for a multinational.
Here’s my card. Hope you would be able to trust me now’, she said.
looked at the card. Shivani Prasad. She was a General Manager at an Advertising
firm. Priya and I looked at each other and talked in Gujarati saying that it wouldn’t
be a problem if we gave her a lift. She seemed genuine. And we nodded to give
her the lift till Pune. She seemed relieved.
ran back to her car, brought her luggage and put it inside our car. She then
went and picked up her son. She took the backseat and we started the journey
with her thanking us profusely. She told us that it was her brother’s
engagement today at Pune and that’s why she was in a hurry. She went on to tell
us a few things about herself. Her son, Aditya was a cheerful little baby. Contrary
to my expectations, not once during the whole journey did he cry. Shivani kept
him entertained with her songs and funny noises. Priya held Aditya for a long
time and he seemed comfortable even with complete strangers like us.
turns to driving. And while Priya was at the wheel, Shivani offered me to hold
the baby. I refused saying that they are delicate creatures. And that I was
sure the moment I would hold him he would start howling. Shivani laughed
at this and thrust Aditya in my arms. And to my utter surprise he did not cry. He
smiled his cutest smile at me and my heart just melted holding this beautiful
little kid in my arms. He somehow found my earrings very amusing and played
with them all through the journey.
don’t know whether we kept Aditya entertained with our gimmicks to make him laugh or we were being thoroughly entertained in his company. Hours passed in a
jiffy and soon we were in Pune. Shivani told us her address and it was time to
say goodbye to Aditya. While Shivani insisted that we join her at her brother’s
engagement, we politely refused even though, I had half mind to attend it since
that would have meant some more wonderful time with the cutie pie. I clicked a
few pictures with him for the amazing time I had. Shivani thanked us again and
we drove off.
somehow felt so connected with that kid. The car without Aditya’s smiling
noises felt so quiet. While we were driving quietly towards Priya’s home, I
suddenly asked, hey what’s that fragrance?
you smell, there is this amazing kind of fragrance in the car. Something very
got it’, she said.
is Aditya’s fragrance.’
she was right. It was a baby’s fragrance. I know everytime a baby is around, a unique
mesmerizing fragrance enwraps the air. A faint fragrance that is a concoction of
various baby products and something indefinable. May be the indefinable is the fragrance of their innocence. A tinge of sweetness mixed with the warmth you feel
in your heart when you a hold a baby. Perhaps it is this warmth that leads to this
baby fragrance. Ethereal you would say and I wouldn’t argue. Perhaps, every
fragrance isn’t meant to be defined, some should be silently savored, in all
its purity amalgamated with an aura of bliss. That scent tugged my heartstrings
in ways more than one, capturing my mind too, as I drifted away in its
I wish I could capture this baby fragrance in a bottle and keep it with me. And
every time I used it, it would bring me back to the wonderful time I spent with
Aditya. How I wish such fragrance existed !
I have been dying to get a Labrador since quite some time now. It’s just that a
few members of my family aren’t too keen on having one. But I hope to convince
them soon. I just can’t wait to have one)
huge Black Reclining Chair follows next
that I could sink in whenever I need rest
all the travelling that I do everyday
cozy place is what I need at the end of the day
saw one at a friend’s house sometime back. And I have been waiting to get my
hands on it since then. And I want a huge one. Trust me, a huge one.)
thinking of what follows third
then to me it suddenly occurred
limitless supply of Kohl would do
those sexy eyes to make everybody drool
eyes. Sigh. I love it. No, wait, I just lurvvvvv it. You wouldn’t find me
without kohl in my eyes. Never. Ever. I have tried almost every kohl product
available in market. And if I stop buying kohl for atleast next two years, I am
sure I wouldn’t run short of the products. But, why make such high hopes. I am
never gonna stop buying them :P )
then comes the wishing for the fourth
else would I need to survive henceforth
cups of Black Coffee would just be suffice
make sure my words are magical enough to entice
overflowing with ideas for new stories. Rain. A laptop. Black Coffee. Enough
And finally what would be number five
me check of what am I deprived
sleek Black iPad is something to which I wouldn’t ever say no
this. A thirty five year old well-educated, well settled person is busy in his
hectic office and personal life. His parents stay in a small town that he grew
up in. He takes care of all the needs of his parents. But what they need is not the money or materialistic wealth that he sends, but a few warm words stating
that he still values them and misses them too. But who has the time to call up
parents and ask them about what they had for dinner last night or if the old
father is taking his medicines on time.
this too. A teenage girl is stopped by his mother from going for late night
parties or to her friend’s house by her mother again and again. The girl feels
that her mother is overly strict and has problems with everything she does and gets increasingly irritated by her mother.
about picturing this? A son hardly talks to his father replying him in
monosyllables. The father believes that it is because his son is too arrogant
to even acknowledge his presence or that he doesn’t even bother to reply him
coherently. In reality, the son is an introvert who finds it difficult to
express his feelings but finds his father's presence comforting.
finally why don’t you picture this? There is a small tiff between lovers and they stop talking for days. Individual egos
restrict them to come back to each other even though they terribly miss each
other. One thing leads to another and the relationship breaks since none of
them took the leap to convey the other person their feelings.
you see a similarity in all these cases? May be you guessed it. Yes, it is communication.
Rather, lack of it.
is the key to the survival of any relationship’ - is one of the most clichéd lines
I have ever heard and yet it stands true to its every word. Lack of it can wreak havoc on any
relationship. Everybody knows this and yet how many of us follow this. In all
the examples above, lack of time, inability to express feelings and ego became
the medium of this thing called ‘lack of communication’. (Yes, I know I sound
like those relationship experts but am I not correct here?)
the heck of saying, today we are connected with people around the world 24*7.
Yes, technically we are. But all this time, while we were getting connected
with strangers across the continents, we probably forgot connecting with our
own near and dear ones.
when it is being asked if my phone had a superpower, I can think of nothing better but this special power inside my phone that when held close to my heart would
let the person I am thinking about know that I am missing them and that I value them or that I am
worried about them or that I love them.
all the examples above, how wonderful it would be if the parents would
receive a ping from their super busy son when he thinks about the backyard
garden where he played with his father. Or how relieved would the mother be if she
knew that her daughter understands her concern everytime she is out late at night. Wouldn’t the father find more time to spend with his introvert son who
needs his help everytime he is stuck up in a situation? And that relationship
which broke-up because none of the two people who though terribly missed each
other took the plunge of just picking up the phone and talking, wouldn’t it have
been beautiful when both of them received pings when the other person missed them.
for me, how badly I wish that when I am in middle of a meeting, and I think
about my mother for a flash of a second and my phone would let her know that
even though I don’t have the time to call her up from my office, I still miss
her. How I wish that when I see a group of friends having fun at a tea stall, I
remember my college times and my phone would let my best friend know that I
miss those times and that even though I don’t call quite often, the college memories
are still afresh in my mind.
like me there are thousands of others who have probably got disconnected with
their near and dear ones due to this so-called thing known as ‘lack of
communication’. And this superpower phone could let their families and friends
know that they are being missed or that they are still valued and ofcourse loved
a simple mechanism and yet so powerful to make our lives so peaceful, so
beautiful - to read the heart, and to convey the words that are often lost in
chaotic pace today. How I wish my phone has this superpower !!
are some words which are positive in their sound itself. They carry a happy and
a bright feeling with them. ‘Zest’ is one such word. The dictionary defines
this word as ‘great enthusiasm and energy’. I am sure everybody has something or the
other in their lives that induces this zest in them. These few things make moments
in life worthwhile. A few such things for me would be:
Reality Dance Shows: No, don’t think that I can shake a
leg or something. Nope. I just can’t. But that doesn’t stop me from enjoying
these shows. No matter how bad day I have had in office, play these shows at
the end of the day in front of me and my mood gets lifted watching all those
amazing and complex dance moves and lifts. I follow them fervently not missing
a single episode of them. And while they are on, dare anybody touch the
to Wind Chimes: I
love them. I just love their music. I have so many of them in the balcony of my
room. Their soft tinkling sound is a great mood lifter for me. I think they are
one of the best gifts that I receive (Yes, people around me know my love for
them and I keep on receiving these once a while. Ofcourse, that doesn’t stop me from
buying new ones for myself :P ). I love collecting them. And I hope to have a
room full of wind chimes someday.
Diaries: My love for
diaries is well known to people around me. And if a writer woudn’t collect diaries,
who would? I have a huge collection of them. And I have different diaries for
different purposes. One for writing all the good happenings of the day, one for
making to-do lists, one for writing bad incidents and learning for life, one
for remembering birthdays (yes, I am the traditional types, I don’t depend on
my phone for that) and the most special one is for writing thoughts that get
converted into blogposts. I protect my collection fiercely and nobody (even
from my family) gets a chance to take away a single one from my collection. Seeing my collection everytime fills me up with immense happiness.
personalized gifts: Yes, I make personalized gifts for my
loved ones. Somehow, making scrap books and other such personalized gifts gives
me satisfaction. It makes me believe that I have put my heart into
giving that gift. And I know the receivers treasure it too. That way, a part of
me and the moments they have spent with me always remains with them. I love
seeing the smile it brings on the people receiving these gifts. It makes them
feel special and me happy.
This is my newest hobby or passion or experimentation field, whatever you can
call. I have been fascinated by it. Watching ‘Cup Cake Wars’ and other cooking
and baking shows on television has induced this new found interest in me. I have
tried my hand at a few dishes recently. Not that everything turned out
to be amazing but a few of them sure did. And I hope to hone my baking skills
these few things do the trick for me. What about you?
dark clouds cover the sky. Such a welcome change after summers! What a
wonderful romantic evening it is! When Pranay comes home, we would go on a long
drive just like old days. It’s been so.. And suddenly the words ‘old days’ echo
in my mind and twinge of sadness rises inside me.
don’t even remember the last time we did something romantic. I never thought
that those amazing courtship days would vanish in thin air after getting
married. I feel tears rolling down thinking about the beautiful past and a bland
present I share with the same man.
As a head-maid, she rushed around the house entire day overlooking
the preparations for birthday party celebration to be held in evening.
knew everything had to be perfect right from decorations, food, cake and return
gifts because her madam wouldn’t take anything less than that.
serving the guests, a quick look and tears rolled down her cheeks seeing her
daughter who dazzled in her pink birthday frock looking every inch of a fairy
while blowing two candles on her Barbie doll shaped cake.
knew that being addressed as a maid by her own daughter for entire life was worth
the pain because the well-to-do life her daughter was getting at the house
where she had been faithfully serving was something she could never have been
able to give.
all, what more can a mother’s heart desire than a child’s wellbeing!!