She is doing her bit

This is for my sister, who recently sung at freedom park in Bangalore, where Anna Hazare's supporters had conglomerated

Hum Hindustani

She was overwhelmed by the spirit of people and response to their performance..


Baar baar haan

Three cheers for her band Dwi

Yes, we are a family of singers and dancers!
And does this post look like advertising her band..then it is :)

Dance does you good

If someone has not danced in life, they must try it once
Its liberating..
Just moving and controlling your own body gives you such a sense of being alive

And my new dance classes are doing me good.

For my body and my ego-boost too

Today I was not so well, so I messaged the teacher that I might not be able to come

She messaged back saying "Please try and come, I have called all the girls to suit your timing."
I was a little surprised and irked, cos I never asked her to call them, plus she wasn't paying attention to the fact that I wasn't well.

So I replied saying, I can try and come but I wont dance.
To that she said, take care of your health and don't come if you really can not

I went nevertheless, cos dance is my weakness.
When I went, no one had arrived yet and she had the music playing on full blast.

She checked with me if I would like to do some warm up, and brush up the steps.
I said yes and started, but tried to under play it, so as not to exert.

But as we progressed, I got into the groove and was full on.
My creaking knees mutely protested, but I ignored.

When you are in love, do you pay heed to anyone who says anything against your lover..its the same between me and dance.

And while I was dancing, she stopped and looked at me with admiration and said "You have amazing body language. All the girls are coming cos they want to see you dance. They keep talking about you, how you are in a different league all together.
That's why I wanted you so much to come today and show them the steps I want to teach them".

Ha....so what am I now? A pin-up girl for the dance class, a display model is it??

........Well, I am loving it!!!

I can do so much for dance.

wo banda hi kya hai, jo naache na gaaye..aa haathon mein tu haath thaam le

Companionship.......

.....is over-rated.

That's what I believe.

Here I am not talking just about a romantic companion, it could be just anyone.
Close , or not so close does not matter.
And I am talking about the 24 hour living in and out, with that person

The advent of every new person in your life, gives another dimension, different energy, new perspective to your life.

Its good for a while, the change is appreciable and well received
But I feel finally all of it boils down to one single point from where deriving happiness becomes difficult

There is a rise of expectations, dependency and all the complications of another human's mind and habits

Things I could have done without, things which would not matter to me otherwise..start bothering in strange ways

If I don't have anyone to turn to, I stretch myself to fit all the crevices.
I fill in all the blanks of my mundane life, and I become consolidated

But as a new person comes in my system, the consolidated me is again scattered into smaller fragments, and a bit of me gets lost like that

In order to be whole, one has to be alone
I am my best, when left alone

My body was your abode

A lovely song from Company, haunting voice
I loved the video too

आँखों में रही, बाहों में रहो, पलकों में रही जुल्फों में रहो
ये सारे घर हैं तुम्हारे , जहाँ भी दिल चाहे रहो...

In love, your body feels like your lover's abode
The smell, the touch, the conversations
You carry it along, within you

पास हमारे आना हो तो, बिना बुलाये आ जाना

Love's pride and love's expectations are many fold

It wants you, yet it does not
Love wants things, without asking for it

आज न जाने ये क्या हुआ है, कोई जरा ये समझाए
इतना सुरूर छाया है, जी करता है मर जाएँ

Yes, I have lived this, many deaths and many lives,
Waiting for a word from your beloved
That one name on my cell, you were my happy message

I would wonder if sadness was a disguise for my love
If happiness was always entwined with the sadness

With you,I was always this molten lava, which no one dared to mold

I molded myself....into forms of your whims
Into somethings..and then into nothingness

I am

Everything is transient, that's the beauty of it all
Whats permanent is just me..

Things that tormented me yesterday
I laugh on them today

I am not a sum of what had been
But always a wait for what is to be

I've kept a void in me, to be filled and discarded
A me, which is always empty

Like flowing water, I gush in and gush out of that void
From no-where to no-where

I am a clean slate,
you can write your story on me today

मैं थी, मैं हूँ, मैं रहूंगी...
(I was, I am and I shall be)

So now the whole world(the world which knows me in small ways) knows I have a blog. I have tried hard enough to get search engines to leave my blog out, on my name search. But all in vein.

I think my blog is linked to my gmail account, and that has a linked ad-sense account (which is impossible to delete or have my name changed there) which makes my blog appear in search list, if someone googles my name.

I have no f**ing idea why anyone would google my name???

Its very disconcerting for me to know that people I meet daily, but who hardly know me,can read my inner most thoughts right here.
I meet some guy, and next day he tells me how wonderfully I write. And he never thought I was such a person...etc etc.

So you, who googled my name and found this blog, please go. You, who I see daily and converse only in "hi"'s, spare this space please.


I need help, I have tried enough settings in the blogger.
How to disable search engines from listing my blog on my name search?
I have tried to set it off through blogger but that clearly does not work.

Anyone, please help. This is urgent!

I have given you reasons to remember me by
My words, my laughter, my passion, my anger

But you have not..just an insipid idea of a could-have-been

Maybe that makes you more generous
For not giving me memories

Maybe there, you have a one up against me!