Thursday, May 22, 2008


I had a passing discussion with a friend recently, about emotions.

"What's the worst emotion or feeling in the world, Sneha?", she asked me...

I mean, let's face it - one time or another, we've all felt lonely, sad, unhappy, angry, etc. For me, though - the answer came out almost instantly - as if, somone had lifted the lid off the top of a boiling pot - and as if, the steam was waiting to gush out.

"To dislike someone, especially if that someone is your friend..." - that's what slipped out in a fraction of a second.

I'm not going to go into details here as to who that person is, or why what happen did happen, etc. etc. But stuff happens, life moves on - that's what they say.

Easier said than done...

Friday, May 9, 2008

Food for Thought

I like collecting quotes that are both catchy and meaningful. Grey's Anatomy is one of my favorite shows - and the following is from one of the episodes where Meredith's character is narrating -

Boundaries don't keep other people out. They fence you in. Life is messy. That's how we're made. So, you can waste your lives drawing lines. Or you can live your life crossing them.

It's a great play on words and I think the essence of it is quite true. Should you abide by the rules or break them? Should you live with the rules that your surroundings encompass, or should you make your own?

Some decisions are are hard. Tough life.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Umm, who're you?

It's funny how 'segregated' our own personalities can sometimes become. Who I am from from work separates me distinctly from who I am when I'm amidst friends and family. And what adds to this - it happens subconsciously!

I was discussing this with one of my friends the other day - and we were saying how people like actors and ventriquolists might be dealing with it. When filming for a movie, is it ever difficult for them to step out of the skin of their 'characters' and step in to their 'own' skin? Do ventriquolists forget what their voices sound like after a while? Can this really happen?

It's strange - funny strange - the things that we do to ourselves sometimes.

Sunday, May 4, 2008

India Calls...

The following came to my mind, after I spoke with my grandma this morning...

A weekend call back home,
To Aaji every Sunday,
Takes me back in time,
Reminds of what I've left behind,

She speaks of all our relatives,
She speaks of all her friends,
She talks about the spoiled kids,
She talks about the chores the baai never did.

She asks the routine questions,
Inquires about everyone,
She tells me what she's cooking for dinner tonight,
And I can't help but think about the things I've left behind.

Amidst all this,
In between her words,
I feel the warmth of her hug,
I taste the spice in her Amti,
I see the smile on her face,
I hear nothing,
But the one thing she's saying...
"Come back soon, I want to see you..."