The lake reflected the white mountains and the clouds above it. I could see the whole sky at my feet as I stood by the Chandrataal lake. A slow freezing wind changed the view as the waves in the lake took over the serenity of clouds. I was surrounded by the calm Himalayan Mountains in Lahual Spiti region of North India. A place surreally aloof from human imprints. Most of the people overlook it in a rush on their way to Leh and Ladakh.
It’s easy to run but difficult to hold on to something,
It’s easy to betray but difficult to come out of the guilt,
It’s easy to advice but difficult to improvise,
It’s easy to suicide but difficult to live the life,
It’s easy to break but difficult to gather the pieces,
It’s easy to say goodbye but difficult to look behind,
It’s easy to move on but difficult to stay across the time,
It’s easy to flow but difficult to step against the tides,
Yes I know it’s not easy to overcome it all,
but if you can,
then words are too less to define you …
This poem I have learnt in my school days, today some words reminded me of this and strangely I remembered the whole poem :
विधाता ने मुझको बनाया था जिस दिन
धरती पर तूफ़ान आया था उस दिन
मुझे देख सूरज को गश आ गया था
मेरे रूप से चाँद चकरा गया था !
Sometimes a breeze refreshes you after a tiresome journey,
Sometimes some path becomes destinations and destination becomes meaningless,
Sometimes silence is louder than voices,
Sometimes a stranger becomes your best mate,
Sometimes one moment become your whole life,
Sometimes some words completes your world,
Sometimes shadows are darker than the reality,
Sometimes some times become timeless,
Sometimes I don’t mean anything and sometimes YOU mean everything…
To be a Girl means to take a different way to reach home just to do window shopping, Girls mean to go to a mall to shop for a shampoo and come out with a big bag and empty purse, Girls mean sitting in a room alone and thinking after a full bag of shopping that oh! I forgot to buy the shampoo…
Girls are very predictable…
India mein fokat ki advice bahut milti hai…
Punch line of an Indian commercial, but perfect for Indians too. Specially when somebody is ill, anybody who visits you will show his care by giving his own formulation (“Nuskha” ). Some days ago I had caught cough and cold, and the shower of advices started. Every time I called somebody I was suggested a new recipe as a medication. Since I am in Munich and no “desi” medicines are available I called one of my friend to bring some medicine for me. She suggested me a new “Aayurvedic” medicine, cause as per her, the one I wanted has Alcohol in it and didn’t taste as good.
Sometimes when I look at a moving escalator I wonder how similar it is to our life. Much like life, the escalator never stops, whether you ride it or not. And when you do, it carries you ahead, even without your efforts. It is a matter of destiny though, that you get an escalator which is moving towards your goal
Black Forest is a wooden mountain range in south western Germany. It covers a wide area of earth in which human habitats are very rare to find but still there are some towns and cities. Most Cities are tourist destinations, towns are splendid and very beautiful, an ancient European touch is there in every city and town. This place is situated in the lap of nature. All scenes are like computer’s Wallpapers here.
We (me and my team mates) had started our journey from Munich to Black Forest at early morning of Saturday. We had to change around 3 – 4 trains to reach there. Initially, it was dark but after two hours of journey the rays of sun was enlightening the whole area. The scenic beauty was tremendous. My eyes were trying to catch those scenes and my mind was trying to lock them, so that it could refresh me anywhere when ever I want.
Neha is my very special friend, I can’t say best because I do not want to compare her with anyone. In spite of the fact that every third girl in India is Neha; we met; when I was going to join my first job; in train and she quickly decided to share apartment with me. She was strangely frank, at first I could not understand her, why is she so friendly? Continue reading
A Touch of a droplet of rain always pulls me towards it. I always enjoy moments of rain. May be because I belong from a very dry place, a desert, The Rajasthan. Mansoon is my favourite season, if you leave the part “mud and pits on road”.
Well my today’s experience is not related to “Mansoon”. But its very much related to my soul. . . Continue reading