Pinku-Enchanted Life

Hi! My office has come up with a new funda whereby access to all blogs, gmails, orkuts of the world is blocked. Miraculously I can access my dashboard and upload stuff also see the comments but I cant go to the blog proper and therefore cant answer any of the comments. Please bear with me till I find a solution to this problem. In the meantime do leave behind your comments for I can see what you have said and one day soon will find the time and oppurtunity to answer those too. Cheers! Pinku

The small advertisement in the corner of the newspaper was nothing great and it was a wonder that it caught her eye as it did. Maybe this is called destiny. She was bored to death had counted sheep, tiger, cockroaches, read books, gone through the sleazy CD’s and yet the day dragged on and that’s when she saw the ad. It was for a beauty parlour that promoted massages as part of its services. It seemed an interesting thing to do and she dialed the number more out of a feeling of something to do than anything else. The phone was picked up on the other end almost on the first ring, quite some attendant she admired mentally. The woman on the other end answered all her queries very solicitously and before she knew she had fixed up for a masseur to come to her home. She kept the phone down feeling adventurous even if it was nothing great it would be the company of a human being for sometime and if the masseur was half as good as those back home she could look forward to some relaxation. God

Waiting to break free to be bound again see the horizon turn a brilliant orange see shy flowers bloom I am waiting for downpours which can quench my thirst Waiting for rain for the smile that lights up my life for it to be light again Waiting, just waiting Waiting to see the world for the world to see me for you to see me the way I am without pretense Waiting to live life Waiting to die I am waiting, to be born again

Walked into another traffic police tow away yard to claim my vehicle, it’s become almost second nature now. Feel orphaned if those guys don’t pick on me atleast once a week. The city is so crowded one cant find a parking space in the rush of meeting an appointment deadline and ever so often when you come back for the car you find it missing and some gaping hanger-ons grinning at your discomfiture. So that’s what had happened yet again. By now I am pretty well trained to handle this situation and I walked up to the cops cabin to pay the required amount and retrieve my vehicle and then happened the incident that refuses to fade. As I stood there, a small white car zoomed out of its parking space towards the exit point from which a truck was just moving out. Shouts of stop, rokko went up everywhere and the truck guy stopped moving thereby effectively blocking the passage, the white car came to a screeching halt. The window on the driver’s side was rolled down and the choicest expletives h

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.)

I started out in life with some dreams, a couple of aspirations and a few vague goals of how I wanted to live life. There were some do’s and don’t in my list of things like am sure everyone has. The most important of these was an attempt to live an honest, uncomplicated life. Honest not in the Gandhian sense of telling the truth no matter what rather in being able to openly do what I wanted to do. One thing I have always hated is the need for camouflage. I never wanted to be the prettiest, the best, the wealthiest all I wanted was contentment and the opportunity to be happy and make those around me happy in whatever small measure I could. Now at the much experienced age of thirty when I survey the scene around me all I find is a Mahabharat like battlefield littered with the carcasses of my dreams, aspirations, well intentioned actions and my goals …my goals are nowhere to be found. They abandoned the field long back, stealthily, leaving me to fend for myself as best as I could. I have