The Public Diary

I was reading an article in the newspaper. (An activity I used to happily indulge in but can’t nowadays; Life changes you in many ways). The article was about post offices and letters. While it was giving the age-old post offices their due share of appreciation, on the ending note it said that nowadays who will deliver a parcel half paid for…… It reminded me of a recent setback I had to face. I often indulge in artistic activities. So, the idea of sending a hand-made birthday postcard to a friend occurred to me. I asked my sibling to bring one postcard for me. She brought two. On asking the reason she told that a postcard costs 0.50 paisa that's why two of it for one rupee. I was amazed at the lowly cost in today’s time, but then a postcard is open enough for everyone to see what message it contains. After all, it costs you your privacy, I thought to myself. Who wants to hide a piece of art anyway, you never know it can bring a smile to the face of the person deli...

This one is to blogging, And the fact that I have a log-in. Helping me in decorating my bio(s), And attracting a few ‘Wow-s.’ I keep on changing the looks and design, And urge people to read posts of mine. Seeing views count, I let the words over-mount. Where my thoughts are expressed, And imagination gets its wings to spread. Not knowing what keeps people hooked, I write about what life has cooked. In a way improving my literary skills, and working as a (self) satisfaction pill, by saving my creativity from getting killed. A promise to keep you engaged, is what I'll try to manage. What started off as just a Blog, I never got to know when it started to mean a lot. Writer's  Poetess' Note:  This is the longest poem I've written so far.

This one’s coming from a girl who is feeling a little pumped up. (Do I need to say that that girl is me only.) Reason? For I just finished reading a novel. So, what’s the big deal? Why so much of hullabaloo and drum beating about it? If this is what came to your mind then I need to tell you that this one novel was pending for a complete read for more than a year or so (I’ve mitigated the time period to make it sound nice.) Thankfully, I can now get rid of the guilt feeling of half-read-novel . ‘ Meri laundry ka ek bill, ik aadhi padhi novel, ’ this song often playing out in my head. You know I’ve always been the one who would taunt others for not being able to finish reading the novel, if they had any. I used to fail to understand how people can’t make it a point to complete the task at hand. And now I myself was falling into the same category. A lot of events happened during this span of one year that they led to the overdue delay. Also, the fact that...

'Every o ne has a thoughtful day when a philosophy bug bites them  and spreads its venom into the thoughts of the mind.' Does success really have any timing? No; the obvious answer to this common sense question. It can occur at any time, which brings me to the next question, "Should you get success early on in life?" No. 1. For you don't get to test and try all the possible outcomes by yourself. And "Who likes doing easy things, anyway?" The swag that comes with uttering this sentence.... is unsaid. 2. You don't have any regrets that "I didn't get to do tha,t" "what if the other option was better than this and that I could have been happier than I'm right now." (It's like the apple in the others' basket always look bigger situation.) 3. An opportunity to tap all the options that one has. That is one learns from one's own experiences and not a mere read/listen-and-follow process. 4. You do...

Hey guys! A movie buff reporting here! I know I’m a movie freak but I don’t know if my choice has become too lowly or it is really the spring of interesting movies. For a strange reason, there are a number of movies which I have liked off late (Padmavat, Raid, Hichki etc being out of them) and a few of them coming up  on which I have pinned my hopes quite high.  Can’t say how well they would turn out to be, but at this moment they look really promising. When I sit down to write this post I’m reminded of my old post where too I was geared up for some movies which, later on, completely dashed down on my expectations. Fingers crossed. Otherwise, I’ll be labelled naïve in the field of judging movies from the trailers. Read on for the list: 1. Nanu Ki Jaanu Watch the trailer When I just started watching its trailer, I was confused, “Did I hear the right sound? Is it supposed to be a horror movie?”  Going by the name, one tunes into the ...

People miss old days; especially their student life. “The best part of the life is your life of the student days,” said a person recently. Reminding me of this long overdue post that I’ve to complete. And it’s, almost, been 2 years that I’ve completed my college but here in this little moment let me recollect the memories of those days, those stupid days. I remember on the last day of my school, everyone else was hugging out each other, with a few of them even teary-eyed. But I was lacking that emotion. I have never been missing-this-missing-that type of person, or maybe I don’t make friendships so deep and pure. Even at the time of last days of my college, I was sure that I would be in the same waters as I was on the last day of school. Surprisingly, I was missing the college, even before I had completed it. I faintly remember those were the pre-exams preparatory holidays and suddenly I got the feeling that I’m missing the college. I am dead sure that it must be for the sill...

…. Continued from Part I Siblings, this one I’m leaving upon you to identify in which part I’m talking about whom. I know these are obvious enough to guess but it’ll be an exercise for your junked brain. (Even this ‘junked part’ is targeted at ___) Sibling __: I want to take some cooking skills from you (especially the fried foods ;) ) and those surprise plans. I wonder if this one is still there (or I guess I already have taken it) but yeah I want to take that goodness/kindness part as well. Ah! How can I forget? I want to take that control of one’s own laughter which is utterly needed in times of anger and befooling others and ….. in wrong (intense) situations. I want to take away your desire of being so-and-so person every time on seeing some influential (and sometimes even not-so-influential) personalities. Alright, we do find some people impressive but how can you leave your own personality to slip into that person’s beauty/brain/character. Present da...

I had promised my sibling that I’ll write such a blog post that they all will feel compelled to read it. That was a promise I made in yesteryear, not literally, but yeah it’s been a long while. It is: Things I want to ‘take’ from so-and-so person, that is, qualities I like in them and which even I want to imbibe and Things that I want to ‘take away’ from so-and-so person, that is, qualities I don’t like in them which I want to take away from them and throw them out of the window. Alright, so what if you are not my sibling; You can read on just to know what all I want to imbibe from people and what are the things that I don’t want in them. Even you’ll relate to some of the points even if you don’t know the concerned people personally.                                                                   ...

With the onset of winters, I realised it again that how difficult I find surviving in them. But this time, I am feeling relatively less of the chills. Or to say, in other words, you feel less of it when you are busy and not at home.   The last ‘weekend’ when I was at home I felt that suddenly the intensity of the winters has increased but just the next day I got back to work I was on my old mode of being less affected by the chills. One reason for it can be that when I get out of the cosy home, I get completely packed into clothes, adding more and more layers whereas when I’m at home I don’t take pains of getting ready and decked up leave alone the efforts of getting packed. What more is that this time I’m travelling so much in this ‘foggy’ weather that it gives the feeling of worsened eyesight to the extent that one can’t see things a bit which are otherwise just a few miles away. And I just got appreciated for undertaking this brave task of doing up down ...

Warning: This post is not going to have any one specific topic, but is in bits and parts relating to different things, hence the title. I wonder how many times I’m gonna apologise for the delay that I make in publishing these blog posts, for the long gaps in between. It’s like when you near 100 scores, you get nervous and start to make conscious moves, just that in my case I’m not even close to 100 but 75 only. (Smart way to remind that 75 posts milestone is not too far now.) Even I’m perplexed if all these are just my excuses or life is not really being kind enough to spare me some time to pour down my experiences, thoughts and other crappy stuff. Just coming out of a Punjabi Wedding, I want to clear that generally, Punjabis are such that they are so proud of them being Punjabis; oozing Punjabiyat out of each inch. But there I was, leaving no doubts in other’s minds that I’m a Non-Punjabi; Speaking in so good Hindi, not adding Punjabi touch to my sentences or words....

I had second thoughts that if I should write another post on the similar lines of the previous one. But then, with my last blog, I have left my readers lingering with the question “What are the changes - or you can say phases - that you’ve gone through many times?” (Just as I mentioned in my last post). To begin with, I really don’t have many memories of my childhood. All I remember is that I used to play, most of the time, or all of the time for that matter. I don’t remember if I even talked much or not. I’ve always been the one listening to the stories of the others; not the one telling its stories. So I can say I used to be the silent one. Then I shifted to another school and God knows why this change occurred but it did, and it was a bad change. Only the people around me would know how they bore me. I had airs - for no solid reason; I used to think of myself very highly, carrying my ego up on my sleeve. Giving warnings like you don’t consider me your friend so I won't...

I am well aware of the fact that I’ve changed drastically around half a dozen times in my life  (in terms of behaviour) . But this time I fear getting changed. Because, this time my interests are getting a woman-like, instead of a girl-like (much to my dismay). The reason I am saying so is because: 1) I ‘sort of’ developed a hobby of cleaning all the stuff in my house. Huff! It’s so time-consuming, demanding and tiring, and most importantly never ending . My weekends are gone in wiping the mess and dirt out. And by the time (or say a period of time) I am finished with one round of cleaning, the dust settles down again, awaiting the second round of cleaning. Earlier I used to be out of the last ones to realise that things have gotten dirty and need to be cleaned. “Cleanliness is just the process of putting the mess of one place to another” ~ Nidhi Ralh.                           Such ...