contour of memories

An indistinct frame

follows me

although petite but

with an aura of authority

drawing a sharp notice

its clumsy and curious being

with an untimely arrival

like a wintry mist of familiarity

Carrying a heavy luggage

a bandwagon of emotions

throwing me in a dudgeon

deep, dark and silent

like splinters in hits

or a void of realizations

a 'breathing' bullet

piercing and lingering

a flight of retrospection

caged and restricted

it takes me to a place

so familiar yet so hostile

I have known it well

as a frequent visitor

who unlike my own shadow

walks besides me

Never will this image

leave me in solitude

in moments of serenity

it will hunt and haunt me

As time flows by

I am afraid that it shall rule

my forlorn nights

and long summer days

this contour of memories...

PS : I found this pic a little creepy and the ironical part is, although my poem endorses such an abstract idea, it somehow depicts it pretty well. Google, you intrigue me!

2 hours- I choose 'living' over 'winning'

The very thought of procuring an extra two hours a day feels like a free dish on my platter or a prayer answered when you least expected it or maybe a surprise top -up recharge on my usually low on balance cell phone!

In a jiffy with an energy of a shooting star I found myself scribbling out various activities I'd do in those 'extra cheese' on my pizza hours :-D

Courtesy- Google image search

from Shopping to Sleeping               

Cooking to Cleaning

Reading to Roaming

Phone calls to Friends...

my list en wrapped NOT just everything humanly possible but also wild fantasies like Time travel and Tolerating the neighborhood aunt's rants!

However, as soon as the initial excitement and euphoria subsided I realized that we have always heard people say ' this world's a playground' although the only sports I observe people 'playing' now a days is 'athletics' (it includes me as well) . Yes, running, jumping and throwing! Running endlessly, mindlessly and often aimlessly day after day for months and years to reach the end of an infinite path.

In this era of eternal rushing when 24 hours cease to suffice, what difference will two additional hours make? what I will end up doing is a little more of this endless running!

So I decided to pursue something beyond monotony of everyday - 'to slow down a bit'!
For its better to 'LIVE' than to 'WIN' this race of life!

To let that athlete in me experience a whiff of wind, 

the green of tress and red of rose, 

the sound of lub-dub when my heart beats and millions of such marvels which go unnoticed each day.

I decided 

I will let people stand ahead of me in a queue,

wait patiently for the second bus and let an old lady take my seat in the first one instead. 

I will let a fellow customer get her billing done first,

talk to that child with special needs on the bus stand for there is no rush to reach college ,

oil my mom's hair,

listen patiently to my grand mom's late night stories, 

play with my younger brother for some minutes more,

chase the butterflies like in childhood days,
read even those 'longer than average' post on blogs,

water my plants more often,

relish even the second serving of my dessert,
sit beside the window with my huge coffee mug,

love myself more for proudly being me,

and just when those 120 minutes bid farewell- 

thank Almighty for blessing my  LONG day! :-)

courtesy- Google image search

 

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The 'pimple prescription' !!!

Its pimples that bring me back to my blog today!

 I know, some of you might be praying that 'Oh God..zap that painful pustule off her face so that we don't have to bear the pain of reading her' while others (those who wish well) would send in a prayer to the heaven to get me rid of this red spot ASAP! either ways..its my benefit ;)

So coming back to the tale! Well, to be very frank I usually pay not much attention to such things as pimples. I am not blessed with a spotless, glowing skin but its normally fine with a pimple or two popping up (just at the time of some party or meet-up). We all know how it is :-/

A few weeks ago however there happened to be an usual and un-welcoming arrival of these pesky spots in dozens. I was a little horrified :O but after a day, that feeling subsided and the optimist and devil may care attitude in me rejuvenated!

Yet all of it is no good when 4 of your friends pester you every 5 minutes to consult a skin specialist just because its not fair that someone like me should have such an out pour of pimples ( I got no clue WHAT is that suppose to mean) :-s

Anyhow they finally convinced me to the clinic and I went on the same day to a famous skin institute in south Delhi area. After paying Rs.200 as consultation fee I sat in the waiting area for like 10minutes before being called in finally.

Me - hi doctor! *told her my problem*

Doc - hmmm...Ye hormonal problem hai you see (Like I or any other person today isn't aware of it)

she then continued - Here get these blood tests done - 1,2,3,4... from a GOOD lab

use this face wash

a tablet

another tablet

a day cream

another day cream (now, how am I suppose to apply 2 day creams on the SAME day? )

a night cream

a shampoo

Plus avoid butter,chocolates,tea,coffee,chips,cold drinks and the list went on!

she wrote her prescription like a shopping list or maybe she was competing with the number of pimples I had on my face. I looked at her utterly confused and swore to NOT return back after 10 days!

And it was only later that I realized the prescription would have costed me around 2000 bucks for 10 days with hardly any relief coz there happens to be 'no miracle cure for pimples' and every sane person knows it! Plus, its not JUST about the money but also that the creams and tabs prescribed work only to suppress the pimples and its only temporary.

After coming back home obviously the sad and useless demise of my 200 bucks was killing me from inside so I decided to use the 'desi totkas'. And as expected, they DID wonders and why wouldn't they? For the creams and gels boast to use extracts of the same 'natural herbs'.
Sounds logical? To me it does!!