From Cradle,to Grave

We believe life is beautiful. Aha! Wait a minute,not really!

Life is complicated and full of disappointments. Speaking from personal experience. And I suppose you all agree on that too. Life isn't easy as it seems. A perfect life is only for movies and some books. But reality is far different.

Its like you don't find the matching shoes at the mall,and if you do,its pricey;or maybe you miss the bus and get late to work;or get bad grades in your paper,your boyfriend breaks up with you,you look fatter than the girl next door,the list goes on and on.

Our life is full of disappointments but at the end of the day when you are back home to your family,your father,mother,brother,sister,and when they support you at your downfall,a pat or two when you do something good,when your relatives and family stand by you at the time when you need them the most,when they tell you,its going to be okay,then all the day's disappointments start to fade away. You pull yourself up to face the challenges head on. As said by someone,"When all else fails,there's family!" Its sure helps to keep you going.

But what if all that you believe one day turns out to be false? What if your family is the one to disappoint you? What if they are the one to turn your faith and belief into nothing?

What would you do?

We would fail as a person,we would question our identity,where and to whom we belonged when we were just born. There would be no hope and no reason or meaning to our living. We would be just all alone.

I'm talking here about honor killing.A big,horrible blotch on our society and truly the "false" honor that each of us are so proud of leads to it.

How would you feel if someone's pointing a gun at your loved one? You would be dead scared. And how would you feel,if the person pointing the gun,is a person from your family,whom you love equally?

Personally,I would be paranoid,not knowing what to do. The only thing screening through my mind would be to give up my life instead of being witness to the killing of my loved one.

Now,imagine what the person suffers through who have actually witnessed it! So many cases in India,some come to light and some don't.Cases like Manoj-Babli,2007;Nidhi-Dharmendra,2002;Shafilea Ahmed Case;so-called "mystery" case of Arushi Talwars.The list is on and on...

I somewhere read,"There is no 'honor' in honor killing" and I'm totally inclined to agree with it.Its just a ruthless murder,as simple as that and should be treated likewise.Nothing can justify murder no matter what the reason is behind it.Nobody has the right to end another life whether its even your parents.

Detective Superintendent Geraint Jones (from Shafilea Ahmed Case) said while explaining the reason for his sentencing:

"Over the years, many people have asked me-is this a so-called honor killing? For me, it's a simple case of murder. This is a case of domestic abuse by two parents towards their children. Domestic abuse is, sadly, something which the police have to deal with too often. It transcends culture, class, race, and religion."

One of our Indian Court also remarked:

Honor killing seems to be spreading its tentacles in certain sections of the society. It connotes a certain mindset, that the chastity of the girl belongs to her family. This is a dangerous trend which is not only to be deprecated but a holistic effort is to be made by all sections of the society to eliminate it completely, "

I agree to both here,it 'transcends culture, class, race and religion' and we must 'eliminate it completely'.What we need is to widen our psychological and cultural point of view or saying and bringing up all these will be total pointless! We must kill the thought and that is what is going to bring the real change.
But,I wonder,will it ever spill out of our minds out into the sewers of a dark ugly past?

The Present Face of Our Society

Our country,India is considered a developing nation.But do you really believe it holds true? If you ask me,in my opinion I don't think so! The scenario of our present 'so called developing' India is same as it was before.

I am not a critic,but a simple girl and out of the million Indians my judgement for sure would hardly matter,yet I'm here trying to make a point on something that is equally crucial as our country's social,political,economic and cultural realm.

When India has tremendously raised its standards in other aspects it still lacks the progress in educating a girl child.A girl is still considered inferior to a boy even if the girl is way more competent.Survey shows that more than 10 million girls are illiterate and up to 12 million girl fetuses are aborted in 30 years.

Girls are forbidden from receiving education in many backward areas and prevalence of early marriage is continuously practiced.The irony,is our society grand fully celebrates worshiping of Goddess Durga,Kali,Laxmi and even the deity of education Goddess Saraswati,yet when it comes to a girl child they forget to provide them whats rightfully theirs.

Gandhiji said,“If you educate a man,you educate an individual,but if you educate a woman,you educate an entire family”.But has his saying being actually followed?

Even if some upper-class families do provide the privilege but with a fixed mindset that their education is not considered important,because at the end of it a girl is supposed to be married and expected to limit herself to her household chores and family.

Recent reports shows consistent problems like female infanticide,dowry,female suicides,domestic battering,malnutrition of women,etc.And our constitution does have laws and acts enacted for each one of them,even the media plays a huge role making tall claims about women empowerment through television commercials,shows or newspapers.But has anything 'drastically' changed?

NGOs have opened schools for free education but are there enough infrastructure? Does all of them fulfill the basic standards? Are they properly equipped? Are all children actually sent to schools?

A bulk load questions without any proper answer!

Education is everyone's right irrespective of gender.Is it too much to give a child? We provide food and clothing then why not education?

The root cause to crimes like rape,molestation,exploitation and eve-teasing is gender inequality.Where boys are taught they are superior and girls are mere nothings,what do you expect to come out of it? Enactment of law isn't enough,the only way to eradicate most of the problems is proper education of girls and women,teaching them to be equals.

Its high time to bring in a positive change and widen our perspective towards actual attainment of urbanization and modernization.

My question,specially to all those parents who consider a girl to be nothing but a burden,"if a girl can reach the stars,then why must she settle for bare pebbles?"

Fine Lines

Most things in life are about the fine lines. There is fine line between a treat and over-indulgence (*I'm thinking of a piece of a cake versus the whole chocolate cake*).There is certainly fine line between judging others and setting someone straight...

Motherhood is all about these fine lines...there is a thin sensitive relation between the mother and her baby...in fact biologically mother and a baby is connected with a fine line of tissues but sensually the relation is much deeper. A mother always knows the need of a baby when it is in the womb or as a grown up. She always feels the pain her child is going through and does every possible thing to keep them safe.

They are the only ones who literally prove ‘a bond till the end of the world’ completely true. Today, I was missing Mum a lot, she has been away for a while now and my heart cried out for her. I don’t want to sound dramatic but really, the absence of her is starting to dawn on me. Talking to her over and over doesn't seem to be simply enough.

I wish if only, I could explain it to her but I’m really bad at expressing anything at all. At times, on a second thought I think assume maybe she already knows and I don’t have to say it loud. But a pessimist like me always considers the ‘not so bright’ side of everything, so it saddens me to think what if she doesn't know. As a result, bulk loads of insecurities cloud over choking all my senses. Three months! Without her being around, maybe that’s my fine line between continuing to be sane and getting insane.

Sometimes, the thought of her not being around kills me. How eyes are so dear to a blind, likewise she is the oxygen pumping in my heart.

For now, yes! I’m upset but I hope to soon reunite with her in months to come.

*Fingers crossed!*

Loveless!

First of all,a big HELLO! I'm back *yeppy*....Okay,now I hope all you guys did just fine while I was gone and I'm glad to write again.In days to come I'll share with you about different experiences that I had in this trip,indeed it was a great one....so let's not waste time and start sharing with you something nice.

This was gifted to me by my sister-in-law,a newspaper cutting which had beautiful words in it.I would like to share it with all you guys.

I love your eyes when you look away,

Thinking somewhere else of what ought to be,

When they're suddenly blue for a moment of time,

Then the colour goes when you look at me.

I love your hands as a part of you,

As they write a word just by staying still,

When you talk they move,painting what you say,

So I understand more than words can tell...

I love you now as you don't love me,

I can't let you know you're too far away,

But I wonder now just what did you see,

When you looked at me in that loveless way.

--VASHTI BUNYAN.

Hello!

Guys,
     
     I'm going on a vacation,after a long time so wouldn't be posting in for a while.Until then,enjoy and have fun.Much Love!

-Ankita.

Unrequited Love!

Every broken heart has screamed at one time or another: 


"Why can't you see who I truly am?" ~ Shannon L. Alder.

For centuries now,unrequited,unattended love run through the pages of history repeating itself again and again to remind us of the forever glowing flames and the heat in it,so massive that it can't be diminished.

Heartbreak,just as love,is a part of life,and the feeling is universal.The romance of unrequited love is forever,the passion never fades away.It has the desire,expectation,the longing to get the love that's wanted so desperately.

Romeo-Juliet are living example of it,which is cherished and read around the world.A decade ago,not many know the story of Dante Alighieri,the famous poet,whose poem La Vita Nuova overflows of his unrequited love,for his one and only true love,the forever Beatrice Portinari.

At least once in life,everyone of us has been chased by it and its almost impossible to escape it.We all have experienced the pangs of a love that's not reciprocated and I have seen many people live with it,till date.First love is never forgotten!

Some get over and move on and for the other some they are called weak,or a failure for not having that encouraging capability to get past it.But I think there is a different beauty in it,in the latter kind of people,actually in their pain.

Haven't we all heard the saying,"The sweetest songs are those that tell the saddest tales?"Pain is such a bittersweet ache!

There is different calmness even when the eyes dwell on salty oceans,dampen the caged nylon,stalking on social sites,and when all hell breaks loose it gives birth to silent chaos.

In 'The Book of Unholy Mischief',the author wrote,"Unrequited love does not die;it's only beaten down to a secret place where it hides,curled up and wounded."

It might seem the words above are just poetic or writer's motion,but where does a writer get his inspiration from?Its the reality that gives birth to such beautiful and painful yet touching writings and arts,that we travel across to go over and over again admiring its depth of beauty and yet seem not to get enough of them.

And the perfect example is the Museo Casa di Dante,the church where a wicker basket holds hand-written prayers and letters from people all over the world to Beatrice,herself to grant them true love or maybe heal their broken heart.

A little insight into the state of a heartbroken mind to let all of you see,the pain so agonizing yet so passionate just like the twinkling stars in the dark sky.

"When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it,you cannot take it back.It's gone forever." ~ Sylvia Plath.

Above all lies a broken heart.You can't reason with it,you can't fix it and you can't erase any of its causes! Its like floating in the land of the lost with an insatiable thirst for reasons;reasons for you being so miserable.Nothing is more futile as this,because no matter what,you'll never find your answers.

Unquestionably,its very painful of having to realize that the person for whom you have such adoring sentiments doesn't,can't,or won't return your so-committed,so-impassioned feelings.

Yes,he has a broken heart.Attachment lead to it.Promises,commitment,loyalty have no meaning if you are a victim to a broken heart!

Years of love, bonding, caressing, cuddling, all of it, just vanished in a single moment.He was now on a quest.A quest to search deep within him the reason for his being! As sloshed,and as petrified he was,he had no where to escape to but to fall in the depths of gloomy cavern where the water collected in the lagoon that reflected no stars.

Its an undeniable truth that was chasing him,and the more he tried to run away from it the closer he got.The 'truth' being the loss of his love!

Three and a half years of togetherness and all he was left with is a stock-load of beautiful memories.The way she walked,the way she smiled,the way she made those funny faces,the way she looked when she was sad or serious....Oh yes,all of it,carved into his mind so vivid,that its like she was right there with him.

Time flies,and there he lay on his bed staring at the ceiling,talking to his shadow.He can almost mysteriously feel her breath on his shoulder.He turned to his side and made himself believe that she was right there.

He ran fingers on the empty space on his pillow beckoning for her to hold them.His eyes,shut tight,swirling his finger on the ringlets of her hair.In a long time,he had felt her so close;close enough to feel her.

And all of a sudden he withdrew himself from whatever he was thinking,sitting up straight on his bed and start to contemplate all over again.

But this time his thoughts were slightly more weird.Destiny being his subject,he concluded murmuring abuses.He abused a little more.And then he felt he needed to breathe.

"I need fresh air",he whispered to himself.But no matter how many windows or doors he opened he still felt stuck!

Turning from the window and trying to abandon the morbid turn his thoughts had taken.Try to imagine the intricacies of his pathetic situation.

When you are vulnerable,thoughts seem to cut through more deeper than usual and that was just same with him.Debacle of old memories erupted inside his mind and visions of her deluged,floating before his eyes stark and vivid.

His mind fluctuating by every hour and his heart fragile than ever,and the pain leveling up by each passing moment made him nauseated.And just realizing that this girl and his love for her were nothing but mere purveyor of pain and solitary state in his life.

Something within urged him to "NOT" be himself anymore,feeling tired and miserable about his state made him sick.At one point he wished if he was a stoic and the very next,he desired to change himself and be that person who she would love more dearly,someday;that person whose hand she would hold and go for long walks with, go for movies-dinners-lunches with,that man who would be the 'Mr. Perfect' of her life.

Amid all the on and off thoughts circling around inside,he felt a gush of wind hit him right behind on his nape as though a soft lips had just kissed it,and then he felt hands entwining his body,holding on tight and her warm body against his.

He reached out to wrap her arms around when he again realized it was all just nothing but his mind playing tricks.Although he knew it was a dream,but a faint smile spread across his face, deep down hoping someday again,she just might...!

Ending thoughts on a good note have begun to become more of a habit.He tried to block it all out but it was inevitable,this fruitless quest to 'forget and proceed' was just not his cup of tea.

He couldn't stand the thought of having to forget her someday and move on.

MOVE ON??????????? WHAT THE FUCK DOES IT EVEN MEAN???

And then he drew various conclusion some logical and some meaningless.

"If you have not been miserable in love,you know not what love is.. and 'moving' on is like the later stages of being miserable,when you are still in love but have no logical reason for it" one of them being this.His heart crunched within and the the hollowness again reappeared.

And out of the blue he said to himself, "you loved me too.."

She had blatantly announced that 'It was over!' long before,but he couldn't stop feeling dejected.A heart-rending melancholy and despair took over and his mind was nearly defunct.

Those last words from her kept repeating again and again like some broken recorder and every time her voice felt more and more devoid of emotions.It felt as though the words hovered above like a ghost and he pressed his ears in desperation for it to vanish.

His condition was deteriorated at an alarming rate.He took up addiction and the more he took the better it felt.

Complications began to creep in like it always does and once again all he could hear in the inside of his head,was the slow humming whistle of a faraway train.Sitting on the floor leaning against the wall,he lit a smoke,with every puff he began to feel calm.But his mind isn't saturated yet,thoughts wont somehow,leave him alone and all he wanted was to stop them!

Wasn't it Longfellow who said,"The leaves of memory make a mournful rustle in the dark"?

He wanted to be left alone with nothing in his head to bother him.He couldn't fathom that escaping his oneself was something he would ever have to do.It was as if his mind taken over by a plague,an unstoppable disease which doesn't kill you,but remains life long eating bit by bit all your conscience.

He dint know where did it all lead,or was he going insane or just obsessed with the thought of her.Days go by and they are always the same,each leading his path to a dead end road.He lost track of time and just sometimes he dint even know as to which day of what month he was stuck in!

His life was on the edge of devastation.The walls had hardened enough to be penetrated and so it was just him,trapped inside when the rest of the world,along with his friends were busy taking the carousal ride of life.

Christina Westover once wrote,"Unrequited love is the infinite curse of a lonely heart."He simply couldn't get over.

It was one Saturday night,that got him into rethink about all of it,all over again.

He was seated at a bistro,watching an old man at a far end corner table sitting all by himself.He was lonely,so he walked over to him and asked,"Mister,is this seat taken?"

He softly replied,"No,all yours Son."

He felt a genuine warmth in his voice and it was long since,he had left school that someone referred to him as 'Son'.It felt good.

He sat opposite to him and after some small talks,it started to go down on the personal side.The old man pulled out an old photo out from his wallet and showed it to him,"that's my wife,Laurel!"

He took a good look at the photo and said,"Beautiful!"

"I know",the man's voice barely audible,and after a pause he said,"She died when my kids were small."

"That's bad",he said in his shaky voice and thought, he is no different! "So tell me,how did you hold up?"

"Son,to tell you the truth,at first I was devastated.But then when I saw those little cherubs by my bed side,it was all gone." pausing to regain himself,"then I decided,I would live for them and see now I'm already a grandfather!" a faint smile crossing his face.

"I lost my girl,too.She left me and I don't know what is left for me to live for?"

"I would better well be dead by now,but you see there is more to life.If I would've let the pain take over me,how would I've seen how happy I'm now!" the man sighed,"our thoughts are always clouded,and we simply give up instead of parting it to see what lay ahead.Letting go is the first step to happiness!"

He listened to him but dint say a word.

The next day,he returned to the same bistro,hoping to meet the man again.But he never saw him again.

Maybe he dint see the man again but that night,and his words were etched in his memory.He dint even realize what it had bought to him.It had got one thing that he had been beating the bush all this while and that's: CHANGE!

He started afresh."The worst thing:to give yourself away in exchange for not enough love."~ Joyce Carol Oates.

Enjoying what he loved,'Photography' and living for the people who still love him.And he remembered his mother saying,"Welcome Son!" It meant a lot to him.


"Let no one who loves be called unhappy. Even love unreturned has its rainbow."~ James Matthew Barrie.

How would you feel if,Romeo were married to Juliet,and their love fulfilled? I bet,none would have read it,maybe,nobody would be interested even to write about it on the first place.
You see,love that has the desire to keep continuing even when the heart has been broken is what attracts us all.Maybe,its sounds bad but we all love the pain more than anything,it makes us feel alive in every way.And..

. . . a final comfort that is small,but not cold: The heart is the only broken instrument that works. ~ T. E. Kalem.

Special Mention: My appreciation goes to Sabyasachi Shome,for all the help that I could gather while writing this post.And forgive me for any of my shortcomings,I hope,you appreciate what  I've written here.Thank You,much Love!

A Road Trip

"Only the road knows where it will lead us,into the horizon it will free us."

Unlike my brother,I am emotional.Irrational,pointless feelings and illusions easily breaks through making me wrap myself up,into a shell and reside there for as long as the feeling passes.

I,sometimes cannot help but feel sad over stupid reasons,which maybe,actually of least importance.And on those very times,nothing cheers me up except for bars and bars of chocolates that only add up my calories,(which I regret every time,later) keeps all the depression and sadness at bay.

It was last Sunday,that my brother forced me to get out of my pajamas to go on a short road trip.Generally,though I don't listen to him,as because he is younger to me but sometimes,he can be very bossy over me.So,I had to give in and moreover,I dint have a better plan of spending the day,either!

Its actually not literally a 'trip',more of a long drive,but I'm calling it because the feel was far beyond just long drive,it was more of a long trip and round back.

We left around 8 a.m,he drove past entering the highway,leaving the city behind.It was a long road ahead and felt just like my life.Except for factories and petrol pumps there was nothing but open land,on each side.

For a late-Kate like me,it was too early rise than the usual 10-11 a.m. so was still sleepy.I relaxed myself on the passenger's seat pushing it backward,raising my feet up on the front deck and feeling the soft warmth of the monsoon sun under them.

It felt really good,and as if the confines of my tangled mind started to extend,to loosen up exploring the surrounding.There was a certain tranquility and the view of the long,never-ending road ahead,was simply irresistible.

The tree leaves fluttering gracefully reminded again of different shades of life.As we passed by each one of them I realized no matter storm,rain,summer they stand tall without its beauty waned.Similarly in life we need to stand strong and dignified,if we are to enjoy life in all its aspects.

I watched until the last ray faded from the vast expansion,welcoming the dark clouds to take over and soon after the rain poured down.I wanted to feel the drops on my face,but before I could,he hurriedly pulled up the glasses and I realized his 'boring,old,not-so-imaginative' nature was right there giving us the superfluous company.

He was just accompanying me to help clear off my head but that din't mean he would compromise on his car seats or the interior getting wet.

I was in no mood for a quarrel whatsoever,so I,silently squinted,turning away from him at the outside rain splattering on the glass beside me,letting my finger follow the tracks of each falling drops.

He went off the road and pulled over to a tea stall.People stood under a nearby shade,
canopying over them from the rain and some had even parked their bicycle in the minimal space.
We both sat there sipping hot tea and I watched the rain and it felt like,as if,numerous small butterflies flapping its wings at the same time over and over again.I looked further around and noticed a little boy just wearing his shorts without a tee shirt going about,serving the cups.

Assuming from the nature of his conversation with the owner,he seemed to be his son.I turned and asked him to fetch me a paper from the stack piled at a far end corner.

Origami,craft works and art had always interested me since childhood,and I'm pretty good at it too.So,I made a paper boat and handed it to him.There was a broad smile on his face and thanking me,he walked away to let it set sail in the water.

I watched him in fascination,how oblivious the little one was from all the dirty,muddy water under him,and being so blissful at just sailing them in the puddle.My childhood memories burst open and I wondered,when and where had I lost that childlike joys of life.The art of finding happiness in small and insignificant things. 

We gathered up our belongings and waving for last time at that little fellow,he started the engine and in no time we were back on road,speeding away.

I stared at the windshield and watched the wipers move rapidly again and again.Two huge trucks had accompanied us on the road at the same time and it was then reaching at one crossroad that they changed direction departing on a different road.It seemed as if the wipers were two hands waving goodbyes.

Metaphorically,in life,we meet people,and at one point they leave us and we have nothing else to do but to keep moving ahead.

The rain had partially stopped coming down to light drizzle,and the clear clouds floated through which an orangish-yellow hue filled the sky,and I stared at it watching the birds above fly back home,as if tantalizingly my adventurous imagination and wanderlust feet.I was feeling much better,out from my gloomy mood.I turned on the radio and a song played just fitting perfect for the moment,'Life is a Highway'-By Rascal Flatts.

A cool breeze hit my face,making me feel weightless of all worries,blowing away the cobwebs of my mind.And I remembered a quote that I came across scuffling through once,and it said,

"We travel,initially,to lose ourselves;and we travel,next,to find ourselves."

It was in a long time that I had admired the sunset so deeply.I realized in the midst of all busy work schedule and deadlines,I had forgotten to enjoy the small happiness of life.My heart yearned for nothing more and just a flow of thoughts one after the other filled my mind,loving the moment as it is.And all I wanted was to stay mesmerized,connected and absorbed till I'm nothing but an extension of the beauty around.

“You’ll need coffee shops and sunsets and road trips.Airplanes and passports and new songs and old songs,but people more than anything else.You will need other people and you will need to be that other person to someone else,a living breathing screaming invitation to believe better things.”― Jamie Tworkowski.

 The each enchanting backdrop with shadowy rays were perfect escapes from why's,what if's,why not's and worldly cares that were bundled up in my thoughts and upon approaching back homeward,another line crossed my mind,by William Least Heat Moon,from Blue Highways, 

"What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do-especially in other people's minds.When you're traveling,you are what you are right there and then.People don't have your past to hold against you.No yesterdays on the road."

Fading..... .. .

When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone?Or checked your mailbox for a letter that made your eyes dance with exultant joy?

The truth is many of us haven't.I myself don't remember,but yes! we do remember that our last text message was sent 5 seconds ago.Don't we?

With the chrysalis in technology and abatement in our patience,we have repressed our habit of writing letter.Email and text message seem the easiest way to keep in touch.

By saying this,I'm not trying to demean the whole idea of technology use.I,in fact think its a boon to everyone and equally appreciate it,but what I'm actually saying is along with it,we must not forget what we had before the intercession.

Nowadays,letters mean application against complaint, invitation, appointment, resignation, etc.Except for the 'letter of appointment',which one of them have you held close to your heart with joy,in a long time?

I bet none! Because we receive them without the emotion and love part.

Almost,the major part of my growing up was spent,living in school hostel and Sundays meant writing letter to your family.

When I was little,little enough to not understand about it,I often wrote nothing,except

'I love u Mama' and when got older,wrote such a lot,that there wasn't enough room in the inland letter,to hold all my feelings.

I have written many letters back then,all addressed to my mother;truly,that was the bonding phase and those letters were just the rightful mediator.She answered each one of them and that's how we bridged the gap between what happened at home and at school.

I still hold on to those and she has them too,its no less than a treasure.We don't read it,though,but those pages hold some memorable part of our lives and worth million dollar smile if revisited.

Its very important to understand when someone writes to you,how special you are to that person.They took out time especially for you,to think of you and tell you how they feel about you.And then that feeling of holding a letter close to your heart and reciprocating the same love and affection from the sender,can you replace it with SMS or Email?

I don't think so,there is a different beauty in writing and receiving a hand written letter,and its indescribable!

I had wrote some to my ex even.And I remember him telling me how much he had adored the way of showing love,that it had made him feel deeply and purely loved,and it seemed I was right there,even when we were actually two cities apart.

Its true,to make someone know how special they are,you have to express it in the fullest and the truest form.And what's better than just writing it down.

Sometimes we fail to say it,or too shy,too scared,too vulnerable,expecting it otherwise and having to see it in their eyes,writing is easy,pouring your heart down into the pages saves from the fear.

I've decided to let my ink pot and pen see the daylight,they have rested long enough in the drawer.

So,next time when you want to express something to someone,try writing a letter,instead.

Just Rambling!

Hello Readers!

I hope you guys are doing well.I was a little on pins and needles since morning whether as to write this post or not,but then when its about writing something,anything at all,I simply cant withhold it,so here I'm writing on what I did last week.

My life is all about actually,the things I always do is Eating. Listening. Reading. Watching.

So this post is going to be basically on that.On what I watched. read. listened. ate.

First lets start with Reads:

Last week I read not one but two books.One I had been reading on and off,but finally finished it on Monday and then the other,read it at a stretch.

Mutation by Robin Cook:He writes one of the best medical thriller.And I've been reading since school days,yet I haven't covered the entire collection though.

Let me tell you little whats Mutation is based on,its about the ethics of genetic engineering.It brings up the benefits,risks and consequences.This book,I think one of the best I came across.So do read it,and I suppose you'll like it too.

The second one that I had been reading on and off was,Tell Me Your Dreams by Sidney Sheldon.And this one is based on MPD (Multiple Personality Disorder).Its a thriller too,and it also has a point,showcasing how child abuse and molestation can lead to affecting the mind of the victim.

I loved both the books,do read them,and now I'm waiting for my sister to get back so that I can get hold of Inferno by Dan Brown,that's gonna be the next.I'm dying to read it *winks*

Listened to:Other than my mom's voice,scolding me for doing 'this' and not doing 'that',I did add three tracks to my iPod.

One I Found You by The Wanted and 100 Years by Five For Fighting and Be Yourself by Audioslave.

Now lets go to the films that I've watched.I love watching films,give me anything and I'll watch it.Some months back I used to go to the theater and watch first day's shows or even on first week,but now,that no longer happen due to classes and a tiresome schedule.So I watch it at home,and I get them either on T.V or may be beg,borrow or blackmail from friends.

Its like I could leave my 'would be husband' but not films...ha ha ha ha...And I so crazily live it.On someday I've even seen 3 films back to back.

I don't go by critics and decide if I must watch a particular film or not,I watch it myself and then criticize it,in my own way and unless you watch a film you'll have nothing to criticize about,right?

Okay chuck it,that's just how I feel.

Out of all,I'm going to name three,the first one is an animated film,Rise of The Guardians.While I watched the film I went on being the kid,believing on Santa Claus,Easter Bunny,Tooth fairy,Frost..Really a good film specially the children gonna love it.It has a lesson too,"Never Stop Believing".

The other two were Zero Dark Thirty by Kathryn Bigelow and Body of Lies by Ridley Scott.I think many of you have already seen them,this is for the ones who haven't yet.The former one is based on manhunt for Al Qaeda leader Osama bin Laden,and the latter one a spy film,starring Leonardo DiCaprio(one of my fav),Russell Crowe and Mark Strong.It was a pleasure to see such great actors share screen together.

Must watch!

Last but not the least,my favorite food pick was a pound of Red Velvet Cake.Now I know why they call it devil's food!

Once you taste it,I bet you gonna fall in love with it,just like me wanting to eat more and more,simply cant get enough of it to satisfy your taste buds.

Its awesome...!

Just thought I could share it with you guys.I wouldn't be posting in for sometime,not because of content,instead I have examination coming up,will be busy with prep and concentrating wholly on it.So will be taking off for a while,but there are many old stuff already in here,if you haven't read them yet,do check back and leave in your comments.

I will catch up as soon as possible.

Love & Luck

-Ankita.

One For All...

He will fly to the forbidden land,

The moment where destiny doubts itself,

Prediction fail on their homecoming,

Yet I stand here and wave at him,

Tears run down when I kiss,Goodbye!

I'm not afraid,instead I feel proud,

Born for this to do his part,

Cause I love the man in the blue shirt,

Unselfishly,left me to get closer to his first love,

To defend for her and protect her dignity,

So that my country people can sleep in peace,

Be safe and sound with a smile on face,

Every morning so many heart skip their beat,

Await for the news with fingers crossed,

Believing they are alive, 

Not litter'd on the ground,

He writes to me,that's it so cold out there,

Let the thought of me warm you then dear,

You are the Son,you are my hero,

Without sacrifice,the cause would be lost,

But you carried onward,no matter the cost,

Wives and children keeps hope,

For a next happy family gathering,

But some come in wooden boxes,

Covered by our national cloth,

Those searching eyes never lose faith,

Even if the name is on the list of death,

And those who survive is forever scarred,

So emotionally and physically marred,

Will it ever end? Will this world find solace?

How hard is it to wish for a world,

Where all countries will unite together,

And where humanity will be one?

We wish for us to have a better place,

Children and wives will no longer cry,

Where the sons will rise not to fight,

But to spread peace,love and success!