The Golden Hour

ReadingIsBliss

ReadingIsBliss

If asked, what’s the best time that I spent so far, if not with my dear ones; I would say those times when I was reading books / occasional writing at the late night until dawn.

When it’s quite in the night, with the relief that my day has come to an end, as I sit in my room with curtains swaying to the gentle breeze, collecting my thoughts in the silence and trying to bring them alive on to my laptop screen or reading a favourite book, I can seamlessly enjoy my time. Especially if it’s a Saturday evening, it can’t get any better. During such times, I can’t enjoy with people around and noise. Be it ,everyone needs sometime for themselves.

It is true; I like to dwell in the silence of the night. I find it eternal. I forget the world while living my favourite character of the book or writing what was on my mind.  As I take halt from chasing the time and without any disruptions, I enjoy time as though it’s all mine. Weekends are meant to sleep in the morning and be wake whole night. And I like them, as it is more to do with “what I want to be in life” than “what I have to do”. As we grow older we get busier with daily chores, it’s annoying yet true.

Not always I end up with productive scripts or blogs but surely I feel satisfied.

I make time to enjoy my share of Golden Hour from time. Do you?

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Its sad but true..

Its sad, but true.. ah, who knows may be you can still choose :)

Its sad, but true.. ah, who knows may be you can still choose 🙂

I am in very cheerful mood today. The topic “It’s sad but true..” doesn’t strike a chord with me.

Today, I feel like a happy a soul with no complains. I want to really ask when I am this happy, what is hushing the voices that I am otherwise afraid of. Is it  just the mindset? Is it just because I started my day with a big smile and it’s continuing? Or is it that simple that you can freeze happiness in your smile and if you can smile you can be happy?

It’s sad but true, I have no answer for it. We don’t know what tomorrow has in store for us.

As much as we can, let’s keep smiling 🙂

I ‘m happy!!!

Smiles and Smiles

I ‘m happy today. I received a mail sometime back that, The Wish (Short Story) gave me an entry to writers workshop. Yes, My wish has been fulfilled by “The Wish”! Got a score of 7.5. It is a decent score isn’t? 🙂 Looking forward to learn more about writing and I will try to keep writing.

Cheers 🙂

Its not about "Coin-Richness"

How rich you feel today?

It's not about "Coin-Richness"

It’s not about “Coin-Richness”

Richness of life for me is how well we are celebrating our lives. It comes out of happiness. Of course, everybody has their own opinion about it. Whatever be it; brings great difference to that moment in life and you feel very special about yourselves either by offering or by attaining love of your dear ones.

Yes, I ‘m referring to that moment when you feel instant happy receiving a surprise from your dear one, that small compliment about your looks by your partner, that moment when he shows little concern for you not just when you both are together but also in front of your friends and relatives, that moment when silence speaks and seals the distance between you and your dear friend, that moment when you are remembered by your small niece, that moment when you get to meet your dear friend after a long time, that moment when you jump on road with your iPod listening to your favourite song, that moment you post your blog as a part of DPChallenege, that moment when you prepare complete meal for your mother and see the happiness in her eyes…..and many more. These are THE small moments to cherish as NO ONE can live as much as you can during these times.

How many such incidents did you offer to your dear ones today and how many did you enjoy?
At first let me recall, when my partner thanked me for the early breakfast, a lovely call from my mom, urgent call from my niece – saying she is missing me so much, shhhh.. surprise for my partner a week after for our third month wedding anniversary, I enjoyed new release by Shankar Tucker (I have to dedicate a whole blog section about how mad m about ST Sir and his team), I secretly enjoyed a tea with biscuits this morning, met Maddy last weekend visited her town.
Very often it happens we expect small things, things which can’t be asked but can be expected, mostly inexpensive, a small gesture or token of affection which gives immense satisfaction. And if more such incidents fill our lives, it becomes more interesting and enriching.

Remember to make your dear ones feel special, as if not you non one else can.

This thought of blog was triggered after listening to Jack Jhonson’s – wasting time. And I owe him a big thanks esp. for these wonderful lines:

“Oh but everybody thinks
That everybody knows
About everybody else
Nobody knows
Anything about themselves
Cause their all worried about everybody else”
Have a R.I.C.H Day!

My recent fantasies which were unknown to me…

I ‘m recently married, it’s been just 2 months now. Well, I’m girl who never really dreamt about post married life not that m not interested at all but I never pondered about it much.

My initial phase of post-married life is going good and also strange. Yes, strange yet pleasant. *Touchwood*. These days when I go out with my husband, I get new ideas which I never thought of  before; I unknowingly grip his hand around mine. I don’t say it’s something not good but I never thought I would…. Rarely he reminds me to take away my hand, might be when he feels its lil over-do on my end (he..he) and that’s when I realize.

In India when I usually take the public transport buses, I remember seeing woman who usually board the bus from front door will tell the conductor to collect the money for ticket from her husband ; who might have entered the bus from the rear end. And the woman looks at her man from a distance; indicating the conductor from which person he can take the money. I know I sound crazy.. But I really want to do this once, especially in crowded bus (he.. he 😀 ;)).

Coming to something related to cooking. I don’t believe in the phrase- “The way to reach man’s heart is through his stomach”. I never liked cooking “before wedding”. Half of my lifetime so far, I listened to my mom yelling at me; ‘Please learn how to cook and how to keep house tidy and they are very essential for any girl to live life. How can you survive otherwise?’ I always pretended that I accepted … of course I learnt a bit of cooking as well but really never cared much. Now-a-days I cook and I cook okay, mmm may be better than okay… And I just feel it as miracle. As I’m hooked on to cooking unknowingly. Of course, Experiments do fail but very rarely …

Ya..I agree, he is the better one to comment about it though. 🙂

One more such fantasy that I can recall is husband bringing flowers to his wife in the evening while returning from office (Very Indian way) I don’t want you to misinterpret with the idea of sending bouquet of flowers online… Not jus any flowers, look at the picture below :P. Not the whole lot though! This may sound real funny.   he he.. 😀 I hope one day he will 😉

I write…

It’s been just three days since I started writing blogs and posting them as a part of DailyPostChallenge and I must say ‘m liking it. Right from the time I wake up I keep looking for today’s post title. Be it when I wake up in the morning saying to myself – Already morning!?, or be it when I go out of choices on what I need to cook, or be it a topic like Is skipping breakfast good?, or you prefer Work From Home or Office, Topics about life at work or a topic on upcoming festival or about your friends and relatives. Yes, ‘m craving to write about any topic under Sun provided I feel good about what ‘m writing.

So, what writing means to me?

Before I answer this question, I want to say something; I read many books, I read some for fun like Calvin & Hobbes, Ceclia Ahern’s Time Of My life and some to learn secret behind a mysterious plot – Lee Child’s 61 Hours or Girl with Dragon Tattoo, some purely for the good literature which captivates me – Orhan Pamuk’s, The museum of Innocence or Murakami – Kafka on the shore or Disgrace by JM Coetzee. Now that I tried to tell you what I usually read let me tell what type of books give me the pleasure in reading more. Yes, the ones which fall under the last lot- Literature. I like to play with words, I ‘m passionate to know how people experiment with words; I love to re-use in my way and to develop my own writing flair.

I like to write and share… Thank God ‘m a blogger I need not write anything lengthy to publish my post J.(Not that I don’t like to write a book one day).

In one of the posts today I read, written by Christian Mahi referring to link: http://cristianmihai.net/2012/10/14/struggling-artists-and-pain/. He beautifully said “Isn’t it true that we write about the things we had and lost not because of the pain we feel, but because we wish to recapture the moments of joy, to keep the flame alive long after our memories have turned to dust?”

I read this line I re-read and then again and again. Now I remember it forever. Author’s often like Chrstine inspire me to read and of course to write.

Yes, I read and write and I will continue to until my senses die and my thoughts are still alive. I write and I write… D.D

I close my eyes and ‘m there… ..

After I completed my Engineering, I entered the professional world. It started with a grueling training in Mysore. Well, not just to recollect but I also lived those days very happily. I became more independent in taking decisions in my personal life as well as work-life. The ambiance in which I was trained was real good. Most of you all know that Infosys Mysore is world’s biggest training center  which is spread across 270 acre land, the buildings raised with great pride having holistic architecture and surrounded with beautiful greenery. And no wonder we were provided with classic facilities.  But to some extent it was an extended college period for us. As during our training time, we had classes till evening and assignments to work till late in the night followed by exams in the weekends. Of course it’s only in the weekends we went around Mysore. Somehow I managed to get through those exams and I was posted to Bangalore.

Life in Bangalore was like never before. At work, I had a very cheerful and cooperative team. But the lessons thought at home didn’t work sometimes, like me standing and greeting my manager always, not telling NO to elders (almost everyone in my team is elder to me :D) and so on. It took some time to get used to the nuances of corporate world.

Like the campus in Mysore, Bangalore campus is also good at its ambiance  Bangalore office being the headquarters, constructed a long way back and the age was concealed by the strong and majestic buildings. Of course, I have my favourite spots with-in the campus. Starting from the fish pond (OMG! I can’t start my day without passing by fish pond and winking at the fishes), then my workplace (Literally I lived in that building for almost 5 years), the long stretch of road with greenery on either sides near to my building, I would love to cycle around the campus and especially the Gate1 – entrance; trust me it made me feel so royal and fortunate whenever I walked there, MC – Hall , the library, how can I forget café coffee day, Dominoz Pizza which kept us awake during the late night cutovers and go-lives, La-Terrace (a kinda food court) defines my love for desserts and that sit out adjacent to washing-machine-building.. that’s just mind blowing! And the audi’s where I strutted, performed well and not so well, I expressed and I commanded during toastmasters meetings.. wait, wait, wait.. I have to mention about this lift in B-15.. m really attached to it.. It tagged me having a button ‘D’.  Well, I remember every corner of my favorite places and really wanted to so that I can visit them just by being where I ‘m while I close my eyes.  

Not just the place but also the people influenced my life a lot and made it real better. People are never constant, just like the way folks hop on and get down from a bus. Never the less, I ‘m in touch with them. It gave me the privilege to travel abroad and also get connected to the strangers who are distinctly far off from my world. Now it makes me think – What a coincidence to work with them!

BTW, how do I forget the morning rush towards my bus stop and the people swarming at the bus bay after I just reach office..!  But for today, I won’t curse that rush – as now it became a memory for me. Yes I left my first Job. Sob sob!! 😥

 All good things come to an end. D.D