Like A Wine

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Like a wine;

Getting better with time….

Rich becomes Richer
Getting better with time;

Genius become more genius
Obviously getting better with time;

Pretty becomes Prettier
Getting better with time;
 
Poor becomes poorer
Alas, getting better with time;


And Fake becomes “Faker”!!
And needless to say, Getting better with time...

 I know not a word other than this, that I loathe so much; something which made me write today! For many it’s just normal like a daily routine, and for others it is a wage earner. You see a clown who earns every penny with his fake smile, which people love so much knowing it is as delusive, as the passing time. You ask an actor, enacting something, which he would never be, but don’t all of us fancy it?   

All we do is trust something, which would never be there more than what is reality.


Birth, life and death milestone the existence of human beings! Unfortunately, although Death is as real as birth, we are always living in this FAKE life. Aren't we?

It is just a simple thought of how our life is trained to believe that won't last long, and that might be unreal or as correctly said “FAKE”!!!

Take a stand against povert by donating your unwanted clothes.....

Ever seen a child
walking bare foot
forcing his way from winters chill
How cruel of Autumn
trying to take away the last bit of cloth he has,
And so easily we say
"SURVIVAL of FITTEST";
Ahh, take on yourself,
What best we can do is sympathize 
but I sincerely wish we never have to EMPATHIZE !!!


A little help from your side
might alter his condition
Might give him a chance to survive too


Nothing more we ask, 
Just to give what you DON'T require
And believe me it would put a smile on his face
And a small direct blessing from him;
Which we might secretly require in our hearts!!!




Anything you feel you cant use anymore like Clothes (winter or summer) , shoes,socks, caps, bags , blanket etc anything , of any size... You just need to pass it to us. We would be very grateful for your small deed ...


Lets put smile on few faces :) 


Kritika Gupta


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Titbits of this tiny lyf.....: A new journey...

Titbits of this tiny lyf.....: A new journey...: This post comes at a time when this 'tiny lyf' has taken an entirely new course of path in the unexplored journey! I am pretty sure that wi...

Sweet little Devils :)

Two sweethearts…

one born on 18^th and other on 19^t

one of  tweeteen+

and other still a teen…

One tied with blood

Other with unattached strings

One lives in opposite day and night,

Other has unending fight: P

But two have heart of gold,

It isn’t something to be told!

As sweet as nirulas Hot-Chocolate-Fudge

But both have weakest HCF!!

Do look like full of attitude;

But world could change in front of food.

Ahh both are smaller,

But behave like bigger

They are none but my sweet little brothers J

May you Reign whole of world!!

Just thought of writing a poem for you two, it might not be perfect but it is directly from heart.

Lots of blessings and hugs…

Happy birthday to both of you!

I tried to find.....

Achooo, achooo!!!

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..

…

When I entered that area, I found lots of dust; it required lots of cleaning.

Yeah the time of year has come, when every corner of house is cleaned until it sparkles like a diamond.

Diwali time!

But that’s not where I am. I have entered the area in my brain which I left untouched for long time. It has memories and lots of things which made me come back to them; may be just for a while.

Each fold has thousands of small details of past events which were once moments of joys, and some of sorrow too. Recollecting all of them, I try to find the changes which time has bought in me and in my surrounding. My mind very beautifully handles the situation and tells me it was an eminent past.

 “PAST” a drop of tear, fading smile on lips; and I realized how small distance words travel, to change something from “PRESENT to PAST”. Just lost of few words and diminishing minute details alters today.

I try to rejoice it again, and I thank new technology and Polaroid contribution for itJ.

Like a mother, my mind holds my hand and tries to say, “Let’s go it’s too late”. And like a sweet little child my heart looks towards her and says,” Can’t I stay little longer please!”

Since I have entered here it would surely take some time now. My heart like a curious child will want to know it again, and yes my mind like an old lady would have forgotten the details. Slowly she would make my heart sleep in her laps and close the beautiful chapter.

When the cold breeze would touch me again,
      I promise I will pay my visit to life which is hidden somewhere in these tales…….

Wake me up when September ends...

A post for sure was not scheduled for today, but isnt my title enough to satisfy my urge to write today J.

A beautiful song from past brings with it just not the lyrics but strings of emotions attached with it, and sometimes whole bag full of memories. It’s important to cherish to retain their flavour something like soft soft corn, baked on coal, dipped in lime with a tinge of salt, isnt it yum!!

 It is not the only thing, which made me write today. But a blog, which I read, it was very simple, and I could easily connect with the person. The oddles of emotions made me feel excited and yet brought out a short and simple post.

“Summer has come and passed 

The innocent can never last 

wake me up when September ends"

Just simply how the lyricist of this song tells us, our life is so much like seasons, 

"with summer it brings us memories of our childhood,
  Going to our nani’s house and playing all day around, with rain the days; when getting wet was easiest option, and winters is just another indication that summers are not far away!”

So have a nice time with this wonderful epic song J

Did I miss something ?

Looking outside the big glass window,

                             the extreme blue sky,
                             the chirping birds,
                             lustrous green trees;
                             no sane man in this world would have failed to notice such beauty,

And to my astonishment, I couldn't see it!!
What my eyes perceive doesn't even reach my mind; as he is busy processing
                the fact “ How late I am already running for office!”
It’s my daily routine to travel in what is known as Delhi Governement’s biggest achievement: the Delhi Metro.

I take the train at Pulbangash (Red Line) at 8:58 AM,

 leading me to Kashmiri gate,
 where I run atleast 5 floors down
 to catch my next train in the yellow line
 which leads me to Rajiv chowk;
 where I struggle my way upwards as people
 keep falling from every direction on staircase;
 for my last train at 9:17 to reach Botanical Garden.

 Hold on, the journey doesn't stop there! As I alight the metro, I have to run even faster to catch my office cab at 9:50. Yes, the journey pauses for a while, actually waits here!

I know that the non-Delhiites look forward to their Metro caravan as an historic event of their lives. But for a commuter like me, its a routine that has lost its charm and has been a mundane process for a while now.

Oh no! I am not telling you how much I struggle to reach office; but how my mind cannot forget this itinerary.
I try to distract him by reading my novel between these runs, but I do understand his helplessness!
I try to convince him, “Dear, it's ok to miss the train sometimes”; to which he instead tells me “Only I would bear its brunt!” Without much coercion, I confine in myself again; staring blankly at other humans or at times outside, when I am little lucky with the crowd. Sometimes I feel there is too much of silence; it disturbs me, and at other times the “Karaoke” of humans irritates me, and my mind is always busy listening to “Braino Clock!"

The boring untiring life has filled me with so much despair; I forget to notice,the little innocent hand embracing me, welcoming me to entirely a new experience of this disdain journey! I feel a stress, as this feeling causes a commotion between my heart and mind. He asks me

 “ Why do you always wish to initiate something which you cannot get? Why do you want to connect with someone when you have adjusted so well with this monotonous life?” 

To this queer question put by my mind, I very aptly answer,

"Ya I know that what you are saying  is an intelligent decision, and the easiest one too.But it is also true that my heart longs for this caressing touch; even if it is once in a while, it brings a sense of happiness, which can last long."

And now, my mind, examining enough of my patience, tells me that all this while, it was a test to let me know, how easily my heart has forgotten the beautiful times which meant so much to me. Its important to move on in life, but what is not important is becoming weak and adjusting to what the world throws at you.

"The Longer I live the more beautiful life becomes. If you foolishily ignore beauty, you will soon find yourself without it. Your life will be impoverished.But if you invest in beauty, it will remain with you all the days of your life."

I am back...

  It took me time to realize, what exactly is going in my mind. But I couldn't make out; as always!!

So I thought, "Let's write something." And then I thought again, but still I couldn't make out. 
And then I decided to write something what I am going through. I sat back; and thought and thought. And believe me, I still couldn't make out 




I see the world around and felt that if nothing is constant, why should my views be? Why do I need to decide and write about something every-time. And here, my superbly devil mind tells me: "Let your blog be as dynamic and crazy as you are."


   And it just took me 1/2 sec of thinking....


The above para is a tribute to : CATCH 22.




With time, my mind has matured and behaves like a grown up; that needs to pour out what it thinks, somewhere. As always , this time too, I will try to be regular on my blog.




I am not writing much today what I thought I might; but just raising the eagerness of people, who might have got interested by this article. So keep waiting, and I promise this time you wont be disappointed; and yet again hopefully! 








P.S.: for those who have read the articles of this blog before. I am in love with the name of the blog and cannot think of changing it