Pinks and Blues

June 29, 2018 at 8:46 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment


What do you do when ..

June 19, 2018 at 1:31 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | 2 Comments

..your hands itch to shop and you have already shopped for entire year 😛

I shopped mangoes 😀

Of my memory or lack of it!

June 15, 2018 at 12:52 pm | Posted in Introspection, Memories | Leave a comment

One of my relative is writing a series on facebook, about the life he has lived. This series contains incidents from his early childhood till today. He is over 60 years of age now and I am surprised at the details he remembers.

I must have said it before that I am mighty disappointed at the kind of memory I have. That was one of the primary reasons why I took up blogging, so I do not forget important happenings in life. I am glad I did because when I read my other blog now I realise that I have already forgotten so much about my kids.

I do not remember my childhood in too much detail. When I connected to my school groups on whatsapp, I realized that I cannot put faces to names and names to faces in most cases , with the exception of some really good friends. I do not remember most teachers , seniors and juniors. I do not remember who had crush on whom (except my own ones :P) and who was dating whom. I do not even remember people from my post graduation !!

I do not remember about stuff like which was the first movie I saw in theatre and with whom , when did I first got my hands waxed and what/who was the motivation for it etc. Not that I need to remember any of this. But then these would have formed my bitter sweet memories and when someone talk about theirs , I wish I could have remembered too!

There are certain things that I do remember in detail. Like my first (perhaps only) stage performance, like when I got 7 prizes in a day, like when I saw my parents fighting for first time , like when I got my first periods , like when I fell from rickshaw , like when a boy told the teacher that he would marry me some day (in grade 1), like when I jumped from bus to match to my cool friends and fell.

I do remember all the boys I ever had crush on , even if that lasted for a day 🙂 But I do not remember any stupid things that I might have done at that age to grab their attention.

I remember all the close friends from each school or college , who mattered to me at that time. But I don’t remember all the incidents /moments that I shared with them.

My son remembers a lot more detail about his childhood than I do, of his! My husband remembers more details of our courtship than I do. I read books and then forget that I have read them. I forget the stories too , though while reading them I would think that this story would stay with me forever. But very few of them have lasted with me!.

All the above often makes me wonder if I would develop dementia at old age 😛 If whatever I don’t remember , is too much to be called a disease. Or are there more people like me 😛 I think, I should read up on how memory is formed and why people do or do not remember certain things.

It also make me realize that if I ever write a autobiography, it would be a bland one , with no juicy details, as I am not a person who can remember details. Not that I intend to write one !


June 15, 2018 at 11:16 am | Posted in Poem | Leave a comment

अधूरी सी एक रात में बस चाँद खिला था,
सन्नाटो ने पूछा क्या वो मिला था,
मिलना क्या था उसे जो दिल में बसा था,
रात को क्या मालूम कि वो हमेशा यहीं था ।


उस दिन जब कहां था उसने, कि जाता हूँ मैं,
दिल ने सुना था कि, रुको अभी आता हूं मैं।
फूलों वाला कुर्ता पहन कर अब तक,
उसी मोङ पर खङी हूँ, राह तकते हुए
रास्ता भूल जाने की तो आदत है उसकी,
वादा पर वो नहीं भूला करता।

My Random attempt to hindi poetry !

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