Being Buaa

I have always heard that titles carry a lot of weight with them but I hadn’t actually felt it until I won mine….twice.  “Buaa”  “Aunt” “Phuppo” “Zia” 
It is the best feeling in the world having being called buaa. Buaa who loves, Buaa who spoils, Buaa who rescues, Buaa who gets the best gifts, Buaa who teaches all the pranks and Buaa who conciliates. For the ones who never knew, yes I am a very important person in this world.

In all my years of being alive and breathing I have never conciliated anyone ever, that’s the fun of being the youngest in the family, until of course my brats {Niece and Nephew} came along. I never knew how tricky it all really is and am quite surprised that there is no “ How to conciliate for dummies” book available in the market. It is by far the toughest job in the world especially when there are kids involved.


Apparently the word ‘sorry’ means absolutely nothing to a 3 year old. Yes the same word known to build broken relationships, fails every single time with a 3 year old.  And if you do happen to say sorry to them, all you get is a look mixed with anger and confusion. Surprisingly in this world, words have no meaning. 
Strange, words which were built to share feelings provide no assistance whatsoever.
So then, how do you say sorry to a child?
Since I am new to this job I am still trying to find the best answer to that question and hopefully some day I shall publish a “ How to conciliate for dummies” book, you know, just for the new ones like me.


Until next time….

Love letter from a man!  

Well most women wouldn’t believe that such a thing exists but the fact is that some of the most intelligent and powerful men in history have written the best love letters ever!

Be it Napoleon, Beethoven, Mozart and many more. These were some extraordinary men in history. 

They didn’t send chocolates or flowers or a preprinted Archies card [ I bet not a single guys has ever read these cards] they sent their feelings, their deepest strongest feeling for their lovers, for their women.

There is not  an inch of deception in their words, and expressed with such beauty that the letter itself feels alive.

In one such letter from Napolean  to Josephine…

“I wake filled with thoughts of you. Your portrait and the intoxicating evening which we spent yesterday have left my senses in turmoil”

From Beethoven to his Immortal Beloved

“ my angel, my all, my very self”

“ Ever thine 
  Ever mine
 Ever ours”

From Lord Byron

“I was and am yours, freely and most entirely, to obey, to honour, love --and fly with you when, where, and how you yourself might and may determine

sigh….How I wish I was born in those times..


I don’t think there is any women alive who could refuse the thought or the thinker like them.. Its simply wow!

people don’t talk like that any more…

                                
Until next time…



For anyone who has made any attempt to write will definitely know that  its always the ‘how to start’ which gets in the way. This includes me as well. I mean I know my subject, I know the content, I know exactly what I am talking about but I can almost never  think of how I am going to start it with.  
Maybe that’s how I should start this post.

I am fascinated  and thrilled with the idea of bumping into people. As in, I love being surprised by meeting someone randomly on the street or in a mall or just about anywhere. I just love the idea.

One such encounter I had was with this lovely lady. I met her one fine morning at my designer's store. I was waiting for my designer to arrive and she was trying her freshly stitched outfit. As I was browsing through my magazine I heard her say "how do you think it looks?”. I looked at her outfit, it was a fantastic piece and the peacocok blue did definetly suit her. I did what I always do, gave her my honest comments and then like all women we chit chatted about girly stuff girly stuff and more girly stuff. We parted with a smile and I came home felling ‘light’. 
Of course time passed by and I sought of forgot the incident.
Knowingly or unknowingly, on just another day in the month of February in the departmental store holding my basket full of food, I bumped into her again! I had forgotten her name but pretended otherwise. We talked again, randomly and in duplicate and parted again.
I never exchanged any personal information not ‘cause I don’t like to but because I am thrilled about bumping into people! 

It reminds me of the friendliness of this universe. It reminds me of the strangeness of this universe. It reminds me of sheer randomness and the simplicity of events..


Did I mention, I like to bump into people………
 Until next time………


 a few days back i bumped into my friend who had just lost his father. his father was not too old for death, at least that’s how they felt considering he was just 60. while my friend was explaining to us the unfortunate incident he just happened to mention that when his father’s cancer was detected the immediate family agreed upon that no one outside of them would receive this news, not even his fathers real brother and sister.

that’s what struck the cord in my head. when i look around and see hundreds of people being afraid of marriage and commitment there comes a time when that stranger/spouse/companion/consort is more dear to us, more dear than our real/blessed relationships. i have always heard that we are all made in pairs, but never clearly understood it. 
i mean when detected with cancer my friends father choose not to share it with his brother and sister.  
the only person who was there was his Wife, who was nothing more than a stranger once upon a time. the stranger who stood by him, the stranger who knew all his secrets, the stranger to whom the commitment was made and eventually the Commitment that outlasted the individual itself.

it just gets me thinking.. is that the real relation that we are supposed to discover?  which one is the illusion ? if that stranger is the real One then why are we so scared? and why can't the eye just know? 

not that i have any of the answers to my questions but it really got me thinking though… 

until next time

Have I ever mentioned that I have actually read about human stupidity. That’s right, it has been written about and published too! ‘The Power of Stupidity’is a book by Giancarlo Livraghi which does just that  http://stupidity.itNow, it does not tell you how to be stupid, Thank God! But provides useful insight about human stupidity. The most amazing thing about the book is that it does not tell its reader What to think, but simply guides individuals on how to think. It is definitely meant for those who know their stupidity. But I still stress, a must read for all.

Ever since I have read the book on Human Stupidity I have been fascinated with the subject. Well, that is the kind of effect it has on I guess, everyone. How strange I am actually interested in Stupidity.

Stupidity is defined as (ya there is a definition for it, bet you didn’t know that;)) “Any act of a person which causes losses to another person or to a group of persons while himself deriving no gain and even possibly incurring losses” so true!!

So according to the definition we have all been there and of course done that! At least I have. And if you are like me then, there is of course a reason to worry about. The good news is, that we know it, so we can work on it. 

According to the definition we can only say that we are/were stupid or not, only after we have performed the action. Which is why it becomes extremely important that we understand ourselves. Watching our past will give us information on what went wrong, at least to some extent. That will help us change right… well I guess not. Only because all humans are creatures of habit. We are habitual to thinking in particular ways. For eg. we are taught as children to look at things as right and wrong.. like cheating is wrong but how about cheating death is that wrong too…

The trouble is mental laziness. The solution to which is creativity. A creative mind can rearrange systems. So is that a permanent solution? Well in the short run it is.. but only for a short while. The minute ideas are copied they become habitual thinking. So any creative idea was once indeed fresh, new and intelligent. The minute everyone blindly copies it, it changes its form and the result is stupidity.

If we blame stupidity on our existing learning system and replace it with another the result will eventually be the same.
It is safe to say then that ideas have a shelf life. The trouble is, we cant really put a date on any idea. I wish we could in that case we would be forced to think new…  which might reduce Human Stupidity.

Until next time….


Me, somewhere else http://www.gandalf.it/stupid/review6.htm
“Research is what I'm doing when I don't know what I'm doing.” I don’t know why I picked that quote! 
Speaking of research I must tell you’ll that I have indeed been doing research on a particular matter. Its been a while since I have been trying to understand what it takes to make a perfect bowl of Traditional Creamy Tomato Soup. Yes, that’s correct, it is my favorite soup.

Many restaurants have failed my ‘Tomato Soup’ test. Now now do not misunderstand my statement, my city is very capable of serving various delicious cuisines. There is absolutely no doubt about that. But for some reason I have always noticed and experienced that there are only a handful of restaurants who can serve a perfect bowl of Traditional Creamy Tomato Soup.


I mean thinking of the fact that it is the simplest soup to prepare, what can be the possible trouble with it. It must have a lovely molly orange color, so that when you look at it there is an instant sense of gratification. It has to be thick in consistency which is a combination of various ingredients. Creamy which will make your tongue want more and must be sweet and tangy in taste making the whole experience a memorable one. Of course to be always served with croutons or garlic bread, take your pick!

I can barely pick 5 restaurants from my city that will serve me the perfect soup. I have never faced trouble with any other soup. I mean almost everyone will get a sweet corn soup right, a hot n sour soup right, a spinach soup right. Its always the Traditional Tomato which is messed up. Mostly, with the consistency and then with the taste. I have never understood why this is so. 
So I put my own logic to it.

I guess the trouble is, that it is a Simple soup to prepare. It is always the Simple stuff which we tend to complicate for no apparent reason. 
It is the simplest of relations, like the ones we are blessed with, which we will complicate.
 It is the simplest of emotions, like crying, which we will complicate. 
It is the simplest of words, like I love you, which we will complicate. 

We just can't handle simplicity. That’s what it is. 

Until next time........

I have never felt such sweetness on any other day as I have felt today. This beautiful April morning seems to indicate that the future will be filled with the same sweetness. It is a rather strange morning which has kept me smiling insanely since the minute I woke up. I bear witness to the bouncy breeze and the smiling sun as they jazz together throughout existence.

If I have felt it right the breeze is particularly happy and playful today. Swirling all around the trees and the concrete structures. Running like child from one direction to another. Her colorful transparency crossing paths with the known and the unknown. I wished to chat with her. I wanted to know her music and I wanted to know her lyrics.  But she wouldn’t tell, she likes to be mysterious it is her innate quality, it always has been.

What she probably doesn’t know is that she and me share a virtue since we are created by the same person. She doesn’t know that I have felt her and I know what she is expressing without words. I know she is happy about Existence, I know she is happy about Unions, I know she is happy about Creation, I know she is happy about Survival and I know she is happy to spread happiness. This April breeze.

She certainly kept me happy. Embracing me in her arms, tickling me with her sweetness holding me like a child. Expressing without words that she is there for me, that she loves to see me smile.

I just hope she is not fooling anyone on this Aprils Day!


Until next time......
Well actually My name is Neetu! Just incase you didn't already know that. So I finally was able to catch the only show for My Name is Khan and I must say that I do have an opinion. Doesn't everyone!
So where should I start from, maybe from direction or the script or the actors or the music? Hmm, actually I have a different observation altogether. I mean we have by now read all the possible reviews about the movie and honestly there is no need for anything more. So what am I saying.......

While I was watching the movie I did make a single observation. I adore Sharukh and Kajol. Yes they are good actors, everyone knows that and they have proved it time and again. But more importantly they are the best of friends! Their friendship is what makes them!

I respect every individual who has always prioritized their friendships. I give sincere credit to both of them for working on their friendship and keeping it safe. They are both married, they breath in the atmosphere of propaganda, in which friendships are easier to sink, they are good and committed spouses and parents. They live within the defined boundaries and are always in their character.
I mean this in itself is an achievement. It certainly takes a lot of effort to make relations work.

They epitomize what friendship should be like. Simple! Considering that they have such evident 'chemistry' they could have been cheating on their respective spouses and could have ruined all other relations they have been blessed with. But they don't. Why? 'Cause I say they are simple.

Simple is always uncomplicated. True friendship is uncomplicated. It doesn't need to be followed by an affair, it can stay as it is.

I find it very difficult to understand why all friendships need to move forward! Some of them don't! Some relations are bound to be unique. Unique by living within the boundaries and still having fantastic chemistry.

I believe that it doesn't matter who the people are, what age they are, where they are from or how they think. If you have the desired chemistry then just be simple and make that friendship work. Finding a friend with such chemistry is really a matter of serious luck. Which makes me so jealous of SK! But deep within my heart I do pray that I find such friends, I do pray that I am even more luckier that SK!
And I do pray that their friendship may last for eternity!

Until next time......
Been a while since I typed something. 
Its kind of weird that there are times when you don't feel like  doing something that you actually enjoy. Unexplainable! Speaking of which I have been shopping a lot lately, well that is explainable, its in my DNA remember, which leads me to think as to why and how I acquire stuff. I mean here I am in an exhibition and I bought myself a beautiful silver ring which was obviously seen and tried by many before me and yet it came to me! Hmm strange/unexplainable!


When I think deeper on that subject I feel that everything in life kind of finds you. The people, clothes, music, shoes, work, of course Love etc. Trying to understand why will just give you more gray hair.
Its obvious then that everything that has found me has simply fantastic taste;) Including my niece and nephew!
But on the serious side I thank God that It did find me, otherwise my life would have never been so interesting.


I hear a lot of people say stuff like 'oh we are friends 'cause we have blah blah in common' but I beg to differ. I always feel that the Perfect friendships are those which are unexplainable, I mean the people concerned will have one and only one thing in common, a feeling/a connection, which is sometimes referred to as chemistry, but I choose the words 'Unexplained/Unnamed'. It is unexplainable that how one fine day from somewhere around the world one friendship simply starts taking shape! A knock on the door and  there you see a Perfect friend starring right in your eyes, it is in an instant that that feeling suddenly surrounds both.
It is very clear feeling, unless you are the thinking kinds, in which case you will need a label!


When something like that happens believe me the experience is magical. Followed by a lot of confusion! But then there is one thing that I do understand, that, it is a lot more amusing to have things that you may never understand why;)......... Until next time

Yup that’s what this post is about, superstition. A Superstition is “any blindly accepted belief or notion” as explained by Dictionary.com (my friend in need). Well we all have read the story of Cinderella but I wish to refresh your memory by giving you the gist of the story.
As always, Once upon a time there was a beautiful and moral girl, Cinderella, who is the main character of the story. She is blessed/unblessed with a mean stepmother and a set of stepsisters, namely Drizella and Anastasia- named by Disney, who are obviously affluent and lack any moral character whatsoever! Stepmother and stepsisters are always troubling the beautiful Cinderella. The poor girl bears all the trouble without uttering a word! And one fine day the fairy Godmother comes to her help which in turn gets her to her ‘Prince’(been extinct since I guess always!).
Well we all know that it is a fairy tale and almost all aspects of it are simply delusive. All fairy tales are based on such perceptions. So if all these fairy tales are delusive then why are we studying them and teaching them. I mean there are a zillion people telling us about Religious superstitions and how following them is absolutely unnecessary and incorrect. But then how come nobody realizes that fairy tales are also nothing but superstitions, blindly accepted believes!
One such notion of the story is that all affluent people in this world are super b***hs! What kind of a stupid notion is that, if at all that’s true, then how do charitable organizations function in this world? How does the word Charity even exist in this world? Another notion being that a moral character flourishes in an environment of famine! Untrue to its core! Many such superstitions have become the basis of our thought process.
Superstitious perceptions such as these are wholly responsible for all the possible loss in this world. How many potentially good friends have we lost only because we based our perceptions on fairy tales and not on experience. In this isolated galaxy where we have only each other, is it remunerative to lose quality friends due to perceptions such as Cinderella.
The question is, are fairy tales just in books or have we made them a reality!
So here I am as well! Yup my first post. I am kind of excited and a bit confused. I am really amazed with people who know what they want to write about 'cause I am simply clueless. This being my first post is of vital importance to me, like every other thing that is first, you know, first birthday, first love, first impression(which I no longer trust), first aid etc. Which also gets me thinking why is the fist so important especially 1st january which really isn't the first, I mean I have been seeing it for more than 20 years now so how does another one still be the first? I mean I know its the calendar 1st but not otherwise 1st.


Anyways 'cartography is the Art and Science of representing a geographical area graphically.' So am I going to show you guys images of planet earth? Well not exactly.

My cartograph represents my family, my friends near and far, my time zone, my music, my books, my moods and so much more that I call 'my'. And if you ever use my cartograph you will find my attribute data and location data. The degree of accuracy may vary, but then there is no such thing as perfect, right?

I am not too sure how the initial sketch of this cartograph was but right now it is a phase which is quite scary! Yup new attribute data needs to be filled in along with I guess new location data ( I hope not!) But if and when done I really wonder what it will look like. Will it be interesting or ignorant, complicated or over simplified, will it be huge or small.

I don't know and the one who does know doesn't want to tell me! Well then I am left with no other choice than to add in my own data which is an everyday process. Each day my cartograph looks different since I am constantly adding so many more attributes. While this looks like a never ending process I am at the end of my first post. Take a look at what your cartograph is like and how many more attributes does it need! 
Until next time....