Look around: The World is Angelic!!

Some of my close friends (buggers who have rights to ask any kinda questions to me) ask me why I named my blog like this.  "You....Angel...When??" is what they say. Keeping that self-obsession thing (again awarded to me by those buggers) apart, I think there is nothing special in it. In fact, all of us still have that small innocent angel inside us. At times, it is scared to come out, and at most others, we are scared to bring it on forefront. Might be because we do not see the same angel in others, or we are too protective about our angel :)

This angel inside each of us, which makes life so wonderful, which makes us realize that we are much more than machines.

And when it comes out, it makes even those small little things so awesome. This post of mine is dedicated to that special "Angel" and those special "Awesome" things.

Father-Kid having their share of time....Pleasantly AWESOME

The other day, I was enjoying the welcome evening breeze on my terrace and crying my heart out** (my friends have started calling me "Pichkoo" cos even a small thing said or done these days excites my tear glands). And on one such day when I was obliging to my tear glands, this thing happened. On the terrace of next house, the father was helping his kid in kite flying. And even a small amount of boost to that kite made the kid shout with joy, the father laugh, and me? Off course, smile. I could clearly see the Angel hidden inside that father whom everyone in the locality usually knows by the name "Khadoo Uncle".

**  I know that is an oxymoron, but that is how I am, sometimes even I don't get myself. 

Favourite TV series over a Cup of Coffee....Simply AWESOME

So, I had been working day in, day out last few weeks and was completely exhausted, irritated, frustrated (Am short of adjectives to describe that). And here I have it, in my bag of B'day gifs one of the bugger gifted me a DVD of F.R.I.E.N.D.S (Sweet and Thoughtful Angel...aint it??)

What a way to get out of work hangover watching old sequences of F.R.I.E.N.D.S over a Cup of Coffee.

Meeting Long-lost friends.....Nostalgically AWESOME

All gal group, slumber parties, gossiping for hours, window shopping, in-house salon...I am sure all of us gals had a very gala time in school and college. Living it all over again like we were still those small innocent Angels...Awesome...

Watching your parents living their Youth again....:D :D :D....Amazingly AWESOME

All my friends of my age know how it is with parents, for them in late 40s-50s of their life; their priority lists have changed drastically, with us morons consuming top spots in it. And eventually, allowing them lesser time with each other. Well yeah, so at times this guilt feeling is too much to avoid and one such fine weekend morning, we (yeah you guess it, we "morons") plan to leave them alone at home with few worry-free hours. Angels...aren’t we?? And coming to back to see the same 'ol love birds...Awesome...

Well, the list is endless, and so is the joy of living these moments, timeless...boundless...

Before I sign-off from this post, this time sharing not a song, but a wonderful read:

1000 Awesome Things in Life

10 commandments of being a SiKh BoI

Now, I know this post is going to make sure I get a lot of angry faces and punches, But I have been a part of Sikh family, with 15 SiKh BoI cousins around me (yes gurls, not a single "far-fetched" girl cousin even, so you know how difficult it is for me..and oh well BoIs you won’t understand the pain of not being able to share clothes and accessories and bags and shoes and………..ok let it be :( ) and thus it was becoming very difficult for me to resist myself from posting this. Also that it’s going to help generations to come to become an ideal "SiKh BoI", I decided to sacrifice my peace of mind and bear some swears (Refer commandment#1) and beatings from those so called 15 SiKh BoIs (to say the least :P ). Ahh!!! So Selfless soul I am.

And all the following traits are so closely interlinked, that I really had a tough time classifying them as 10 different points. So please bear with me for a lot of cross references:

1. Thou shall know all kind of swears in this world (need not to know where to use them though), and use them in place of punctuation marks, written communication included.

2. Thou shall own a huge, noise-polluting bike, fondly called Bullet, pronounce it BULL(-e)T ..BULLT, take utmost care of it and treat it like their first GF. As one punjabi song rightly says:

"aap ni nahaunde, Bull(-e)t chamkaunde te hauli chalaunde" (Refer commandment#6)

Eventually, thou shall also aspire to own a jeep (And no brownie points for guessing this one, everything applicable to BULL(-e)T, applicable here also)

3. Thou shall never attend classes, and shall also not allow friends to attend those.

OR (well, you see, SiKh BoIs also always find alternatives....ummm... I should include this as commandment # 11)

3. Thou shall always have 100% canteen attendance.

4. Thou shall never carry books, “I mean is the world over of laptops, iPods or cam cods or for heaven’s sake mobile phones...beep beep beep..(Refer commandment #1)”, shall borrow/steal/ snatch pen + paper, shall draw lecturer ka foto on it during class and toss it after class. (this in case commandment # 3 gets violated)

5. Thou shall always oblige good looking women by use of adjectives like "Totta" or "Kancha".

6. Thou shall remember all the stupid punjabi songs sung by singers with weird names, by heart. (Well, I must say the song names are also weird..check this.. Chah da Cup...and then Chah da Cup- Part 2 and Chah da Cup-Part 3..ummm…I thought of suggesting the singer about Patiala glass so that only one would suffice)

7. Thou shall always strive to get big brands and fight with father for money in order to accomplish it and then again fight with father to convince him on price after accomplishing it. As the same famous song goes again:

"te baapu ghoore…TOMMY diya shartan, ainak ARMAANI"

8. Thou shall religiously and daily go to Gurudwara (Hell NO!!! SiKh BoIs are not religious, and the purpose is not at all religion, but for so called "Totta" and "Kancha".. Refer commandment # 5)

9. Thou shall ceremoniously perform only bhangra steps when in disc, irrespective, the DJ is playing House or Hip-Hop or Techno.

10. Thou shall not hit the author of this post.

Well, these are the 10 can-be-publicly-disclosed-types. For more information, get in touch with author.

P.S. Now I am not a big fan of this song, but it captures the entire essence very well. And, this one also gonna remind all of us of our wonderful college days.

Yaar Anmulle (that is "Priceless Friends" for non-punjabis)

Celebrating Festivals...Celebrating Joy...Celebrating Togetherness...

Back then, in school, almost every essay (those stupid 10 points we were supposed to mug up and vomit out in our answer books) started with “India is a land of joy”…or “India is a land of colors”…or “India is a land of festivals”….well yeah because virtually almost every exam collided with one or the other festival (India being a land of festivals indeed :)). With Diwali welcoming the half-yearlies to annuals being coloured by Holi. And then all those Navdurge and Ganesh Chaturthi and Makar Sankranti to what not.

At that time, the only purpose for which we used to cram those 10 lines was to get good marks (and a “v.good” for over-enthusiastic teacher’s pets like me). When the joy related to festivals was to get hols, new clothes and sweets. When the colors related to the colors of our clothes, the colors we wanted for the rangoli on Diwali, the new colors we wanted to use on our friends on Holi.

But now, when the life and its pace has squeezed every drop of joy and color from us, I realise how important these festivals are (and also were, back then). I realise how very synonym-ical these words are FESTIVALS-JOY-COLORS-TOGETHERNESS.

When in 2007 I started with job, “Ah!” .. I thought, “here starts a wonderful period, Independence, Money, Power!!”. Less did I realise, what it actually gonna be. Independence, I have, I am independent inside this stupid office premise. Money, I have, but not the ways to spend it. Power, I have, but only on my keyboard and mouse. It turns to be days when I had last seen my house in sunshine. Days when I had gone to the terrace in the evening and listened to the sweet chirping of birds returning to their homes. Days when I sat with my family, watched crazy movies and commented on each dialogue, with mom bringing in pakoras and samosas. Well yeah, days when I danced in rains without the fear of my immune system failing.

Coming back to from where I started, my normal (I prefer calling it so, even if its not.. :D at least some hope) days are when I wake up at 9 .(oh cmmon! That’s still pretty early by any standard considering the fact I slept at 3 last night). Fight for washroom with my dad, stuff in the breakfast, gulp in cold tea, ride in mad rush and still reach office late by an hour. And ends with reaching home back at 9 in the night, completely exhausted, again stuffing in the dinner, coming online, FB or whatever, just to console my mind that its getting some kinda entertainment. And then the silly weekend, when I just “do” nothing.

And the only good part with this oh-so-wonderful life is that it makes me realize the worth of what I don’t have now. The luxury of time, the luxury of joy, the luxury of being together. It makes me realize festivals are much more than just wearing new clothes and having good food. It’s the time for your family, time for long lost friends, time to be together, time for…for you and for being yourself. When you can go back to your childhood, and can do anything without sounding stupid.

Heres sharing some moments of my joy, togetherness, stupidness; and hoping you all had it too. (oh yes!! Stupidness too)

The Creative Minds

Ok I know this pose is quite an old one,
but its still sweet :)

The sweet innocent soul

The BAD thief

The Super Gurl!!!

Somebody HELP!!!

Dhishum dhushum

Super Gurl to rescue

Thanku Super Gurl....
and they lived happily ever after!!!

Well this last pic...so that you know hum
bina nautanki ke bhi pics lete hai

System.out.println("Hello World!!!");

So, after a lot of thinking, re-thinking and re-re-thinking I am here (I know, I know, its clichéd and every “new” blogger begins with this, in spite of the fact ki kal raat hi use gyaan hua ho uski apritam lekhan kala ka).

Anyways so as I am here after all, I think I should dedicate this first post to why I am here :) (yes again). Past few months in my life have been really enthralling. Sad moments, depressing moments, suicidal…yeah you read it correct…Suicidal as well. But then I thought, is it really worth it, was “the thing, the person, the situation” worth of my feelings, my emotions and above all, my life.

“NO” shouted my mind. But I had to come out of it and I had to. This was it when amidst all what was happening to me, I could still see some hope, hope of a new beginning ..

And when finally I realised am coming out of it, this long lost love of mine for writing also came back along with all the good things which were neglected by me in that dark phase of my life. (I might elaborate more on this in my posts to come, but for now…rest assured, you don’t need to call 1-Oh-Oh…I don’t plan to spare you so early :) )

And being told that I write complete Rupa & Co. style (if you’ve ever read Chetan Bhagat, or any of IITians…IIM-ians (with due respect to all you guys), you would know what I mean), I thought why not give it a try......

For nights and days..for hours and hours

In the night …under the stars…

There I lie and keep thinking why…(Oh! Why)

My mind and heart are constantly at wars

Was the punishment too big or the mistake too high!!!

Then why there is such hue and cry

Let me end it ..let me say good bye…

No.. but no….in the wrong wasn’t I

The Angel Inside me Refuses to Die

Until my next piece of writing, Keep SMILING!!

P.S. One more of my long lost love….MUSIC.....and am crazy for this song

               Spice Girls...Two become one