Pinku-Enchanted Life

Akshaya says I am to do a tag. Like all true tags it seeks to reveal a part of me which may not have been shown so far on the posts I write. I am supposed to jot down my top 5 addictions. Now here is the first problem, just five???? I have so many and to just write about five would be such a mean thing to do for all those others who make my life interesting. Anyways, since I have been tagged there is nothing much I can do but comply, so here goes but be warned this list is not made in a matter of importance: Addiction No. 1: To lie in bed and have a cup of coffee or tea – I just can’t manage to get out without a cuppa in the morning. And yes, it better be good. So much so, that I keep an electric Kettle handy whenever I am alone so that my cup can be made ready without my needing to leave bed. Addiction No. 2: Non Veg food – seafood to chicken to red meat I need my dose of high proteins regularly in order to survive. Keep me off them for a week and like the shorn Samson I lose all m

Indian Home Maker (by the way never saw anyone question her for saying Indian…have seen many question another blogger for daring to call himself an Indian Muslim) awarded me this for writing on Peace…she was referring to the My God strongest post. Rayshma too deemed me worthy of an award and I humbly accept the same. Being a million dollar friend feels very good (though the financial condition am in am almost tempted to trade in the award for the cash). But I wont cause her friendship is very important to me too. How am I too go ahead? The protocol I believe is to pass on the awards to a few others, but I will desist. I consider all those who visit my blog as precious and I will not be partial by mentioning a few. So I dedicate the Million Dollar Friend award to Peace, the best friend any of us can have.

The rays of the sun penetrate the darkness of night and I am born. I am Usha the new day. A smile lights up the world as I descend for I am hope, ambition and the promise of a new day. Today I woke up in a pleasant mood so I am feeling playful and naughty and I decide to take a few fleecy white clouds with me to adorn the morning sky. We play around the sun, running around him and puzzling him so much that every few minutes he would forget to shine and the people on earth look up at us and smile. I have asked wind to also blow softly so that the maiden’s hair can get ruffled and she stops to tie it back, that’s when she notices that young man who has been following her like a puppy for the past fifteen days not daring to come close, unable to go away also. Its aaprahan and I get tired of running around and the sun too grows hotter, the old man walking down the street wipes his brow and mutters ‘wish it would rain’. I decide to grant his wish and lo and behold the wind intensifies a

Hey! Its raining awards!! I got one and while I was learning how to hold my grin appropriately so that people didnt think I am demented. Here comes another. This time from Keshi . (Really like this pic of hers so couldn't resist putting it up to. Keshi hope u dont mind) As is pretty apparent the award is for being honest on your blog . Now honesty is not something we get rewarded for too often in real life so an award for the same even if it be only on blogland does seem very nice and is much appreciated. Thanks Keshi, we dont always agree on our world views but the fact that we can hear each other out and give each other the space to have our own opinions shows that we are mature individuals who can value a relationship without expecting the other to tow the line in the name of friendship. And now there is another Brillante award from Phatichar....I tell u its raining awards!!!

Background: Have been conferred the Brilliante Award 2008 by Mampi . She has given it to me “ For bringing out the innermost turmoils of human soul, for offering a myriad view of all that she witnesses around her ”. So I am sitting at my desk, gloating over this award and wondering what the best things to say are. Ok here goes: “Mampi thank you very much for this award, since it my first ever on blogsville it truly feels awesome. When you say I bring out the ‘innermost turmoil of human soul’ I am a little dumbfounded cause such a huge exercise I had never attempted or even thought of attempting. Whatever I have written on the blog are thoughts and feelings that have touched me. If they are able to showcase something larger it can only mean that finally under the diversities of colour, creed, region, language, gender, religion and world views all human beings are essentially the same.” ( I am leaving out the part about thanking friends, family, colleague and most importantly enemies fo

In a few days time it will the 61st anniversary of India’s independence from the British Raj. We celebrate this day as a national holiday and thanks to multiple channels are not even bound to hear the speeches being made from the ramparts of the Red Fort if we happen to switch on the television. The fact that most markets are closed however is a nuisance since we can’t exercise our freedom to shop. And even catching a movie is not always possible either because we didn’t book in advance or the shows are houseful or cause we live in a metropolitan city and are afraid of a terror attack on an important day such as this. So what do we do? We laze about at home, have something nice to eat and drink (provided we were smart enough to stash away booze beforehand, it being a dry day and all that). And if a neighbor or friend happens to drop by we discuss the completely pathetic state of affairs of the country. How it’s being led by donkeys and it can only lead to ruin. How we are planning to g

Hi! Am doing a tag on characters in literature that are my favorites because I identify with them or would love to have their qualities or maybe their experiences. The liberty I am taking is to add comic characters and those from movies. Want you guys to tell me which you think I resemble most and more importantly use my comment space to tell me your favorite character. So here goes….. Eve from the Bible – imagine having the whole of paradise to yourself, no competition for your man’s attention…..the option to roam naked all over without worries and lots of cute animals for pets. Only thing missing would be chocolate…which I think I will wheedle out of God by being extra sweet to him one day. (Am sure him being a man and me being the only woman around, he would relent) Athena from the Odyssey – imagine being beautiful, intelligent and a warrior with magical talents to boot….can fight and defeat the best of men and gods. Wish I could be her for just a day…would have a long list of peopl

I'm: a child woman I think: honesty is the best policy especially in relations of the heart I know: the earth is round so everything comes round. Make sure you do good therefore. I want: to travel across the world and return to my country to be able to cherish its beauty afresh each time I have: confidence and a ' can do' approach to things I wish: I was taller, slimmer, prettier, smarter...naah I just wish these were not the things we judged fellow human beings by I hate: hypocrisy I miss: dad and my sister I fear: religious fanaticism will take over sanity in the country if we don’t do anything about it I feel: I have magic within me I hear: our actions in this birth determine the next...(more motivation for being good) I smell: of secret desires, enchanted lands and mysteries I crave: love I search: for fellow travelers on the road of life who share my passions and thoughts I wonder: is the world really as black as some people say it is I regret: not being always able to

Hi! Lisa tagged me and I knew nothing about this tagging business. Didnt know what to do about the messages that came floating in aka Harry Potter's summons from Dumbeldore. I had to ask her what to do with it and then she said I must answer the following and in turn tag seven more friends. I have done her bidding. Truth be told I began doing it pretty mechanically, thinking of it almost as a silly game, but then it caught my interest and then I revised my answers, this gave me an oppurtunity to know myself better and I hope it gives you an insight as well. A lot of my friends who read this blog don't have blogs of their own so I didnt mention their names in the list below however I would want all of you to also do this exercise, by all means use my comments page to publish it and if this triggers off your own blog , nothing like it. 7 Things I want to do in this lifetime: A cottage by the sea And one in the mountains A trek in the mountains and spend a night in the open desert

The first view of the sea when I finally approach it after crossing many winding roads The happiness of being able to reach the top of a peak Waiting at an airport/station and then finally catching that first glimpse of a dear person Rain falling over sloping roofs while I sit on a verandha sipping ginger tea Turning a corner on a mountain road and finding a beautiful valley laid out in front Dew drops on a grassy field Sunflowers blooming over a garden fence The excitement of planning a trip The exhilarating feeling of finally leaving the city behind The warm feeling that reading a good book brings Being woken up with a cup of tea and a smiling face for company (Guys and gals do list your fav things too in the comments. would love to know.)

A friend asked me to post something on Women's Day which speaks about the harassments meted out to women on the roads, in public and not so public places. I promised to do so before the 8th Of March (Women's day) but like the equality of the sexes the post too was late in coming. Not because there wasn’t anything to write but because there was far too much of it. I wondered what and how shall I write about this oft written about topic that would make it stand out in the clutter of all the articles all of you must have read on the subject especially over the past week. (Writer's vanity you see, one would rather be remembered than forgotten). Bra burning feminists wrote, men posing as friends of women wrote, men who really are wrote, victims wrote or atleast someone wrote for them, so did those who had won victories major or minor. Politicians wrote, academicians wrote. What then was left for me to say? Cite yet another story of watching a woman being whistled at or her dupat