Food

I flip through the magazines about it. I definitely cannot be engaged in its making but I certainly look for people who can fetch me some of it. Sadly, the realization has come to me today but it happened to me years back, when someone said to me, "you eat as if the food is going to perish from the entire world tomorrow". Its ecstasy. It is solace when that cheezy bite makes me forget my break up pangs! I am glad that I can realize how my tongue is so very diplomatic. It accepts and enjoys every dish! Home made to the local street food and the High end hotel dishes. From Indian, to continental to Mughlai to Italian to Greek to anything one can name. Taking into account that I am one spendthrift personality of my house, my eyes still manage to look at price tags on items that I like, my mind tilts to logic at times if any article does not look "worth it". But with Food, there are no boundaries! No logic and tilt works. My eyes instead fall on the description of the dish and my mind wonders how would that dish taste in my mouth! As i gulp it down with its enchanting smells and flavours, the waitor looks at me and knows that he is going to get a tip from me sure as I am about to order at his hotel. whats that magical something in it that makes my mind go boggle and blog?? I am still wondering.. and eating.. :)

Yearning..

As the new day breaks in, she lays on the bed and opens her eyes slowly. She makes an effort to go philosophical. The spiritual book she read last night lingers on her mind and she decides to take the plunge once more. She gets up, looks into the mirror, tries to give a stressed curve to her cheeks and pretends to smile. She assumes all the benefits of doubts she has to give to all those who have been unjust and unfair too her. "For my god will forgive them, so how can I not understand? There must be a reason for them to act the way they do". The spiritual elation ends, and she moves out of her room, barefoot on the dusty floor to wash her face. Her mother downstairs is all set to bombard her with information, ideas, viewpoints and questions. As she withholds the silence in her heart and mind, the everyday routine question hits her. "How is everything between you and him honey?". A question that mother never forgets to ask. "All's well mum. What's for breakfast?". "So did he call? What all did you two talk about?". This was the sequel to her everyday chore. "He is busy. poor guy has to work really hard. He will call when he has to. it's alright!". She finishes her breakfast and flips the magazines for quick distraction. And the heart is filled with pain. As soon as mother's questioning stops, the inner calling returns. The desire of attention, and being so important for someone that you stand high on their priority list reverts the spiritual stance in her. She goes back to her room, looks at his photographs and sobs for half and hour. After the inner fight with her love and God, her mind stands still. Her heart stops feeling, she goes numb. This is her EVERYDAY. She does not plan to change this. She never likes to change anything in her life. People, most importantly, especially Him. She lets them stay as they are, unchanged. She only dreams that one day, she is his Queen. For her, he would one day de-prioritize the money matters and makes an entry to her dreamworld. The dreamworld of a simple peaceful life. A house with a garden, flowers, butterflies, dogs and their puppies. A small closet with few but favourite clothes. Some books which the couple reads together. A small clock that makes the two of them reach their workplaces in time to earn a fruitful and satisfying living. A small kitchen where he watches her cook small meals. A room where they make love and fall in love each night. A home full of smiles!!! And the clock strikes eight. It's time to go to work. That one segment of her life which gives her meaningful distraction is her workplace. She gets ready and leaves for work. In her huge office room, she looks around and waits for something. What is it? It's Him! The pain returns and she runs to the rest room. She sobs again. The spiritual quietness returns. Numb, she comes out to take her seat to work on the report her assistant sent. The phone bell rings. She is alarmed and hopeful. It's her mother's call. Her mother is the only one who checks on her well being everyday at office. As she looks at the phone, she hopes that one day, it would be him who would call her and check on her well being and make her smile. And she smiles and says "Hello mum". Evening comes and goes as everyone returns home with their set of office stories. The dreadful night returns when she expects him the most and he does not return. He is not a regular guy. He has priorities. He likes to work and make money. That is more meaningful than any chit chat. He hardly smiles. But he is indeed affectionate. He is not very good on phone. But he cares when she is with him.They meet once in six months. She reminds herself of the sweet memories and makes herself smile. She hopes that the next morning is the day of their meeting and closes her eyes. She prays to her God that the next day should not be an EVERYDAY.

HOW DO WE SEE COLOURS

lets get a little scientific..
while searching about colours-- a very random topic, my mind wandered on those who do not have the priviledge to see them. But when god closes one door.. he opens another. The ones who cannot see the beautiful world can feel the colours. they adapt the colours through their skin althouhgh it takes time.

the brighter colours fall on their skin harshly

QUOTES THAT LINGER ALL THE WAY...

dear readers..
these are the words that emerged out of me in fickles of time... i live by them now...

1. Our love is in the waters.
A permanence which only gets bigger as the splash joins the ocean,
Take a sip of it and splash some on me
For we shall soon shine with glee
The final plunge will make us one.
We might perish.
But the world shall cherish
For no one would call us
By different names
They might just do with one..

2. I have turned into an amnesiac since I met you.
My past has left me for good...
And paved the way for the new memories to settle in.
They all belong to you.. and me..:)
They are all yours..
And perhaps mine too.
P.S.I LOVE YOU

3. Rule over me like a monarch.
At least I have someone who would call me his very own..
For you the only one who shall hold the wild antiquity..
And build me again to beauty
And when you say P.S I LOVE YOU
You give birth to a new CHARU

4. There is only one hope
Only one last wish you could grant me
When I live by your name
Just don't abandon me for another game.

5.When I feel deprived of love
I wish god makes me rise like a dove
So that I could fly
Fly away to a zone of a lonesome night
Where no one can reach
Not even a kite
I wish to perish to a world
Where relationship is an alien world..

ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE

THE UNIVERSAL TRUTH...

For a book worm whose favourite author is Gabriel Garcia Marquez, the essence of his works which are titled to be largely a huge cloud pregnant with Magic Realism is a truth that should be universally acknowledged. That is to say, that the magical elements which appear surreal is actually the reality of our present day world. One hundered years of solitude may not be a story odd 100 yrs but definitely has a complex network of around 100 characters... each to his own yet entangled. The thread that entangles them is the family blood, which fights for a common cause. The plot is extensive and clearly woven with deliberate commotions, repetitions and irony. The senior most character represents the root of culture and beliefs that the family is trying to hold by tying him to an old chestnut tree, when he looses his sanity. the second generation man seems to have a sixth sense when everything he says comes true, finally dying of insanity yet carving out a fine gold fish on a coin and leaving 17 sons having the same name only to get lost or abandoned later in the novel. The third generation hero becomes a tyrant finally dying of a gunshot. Lastly a small character Gabrial Garcia Marquez, a newspaper seller who is a witness to the generations and the only one to have survived after the town is completely wiped out.

marquez refines the metaphor of history as a circular phenomenon, through the repetition of names and characteristics belonging to the Buendía family. Over six generations all the José Arcadios possess inquisitive and rational dispositions as well as enormous physical strength; the Aurelianos, meanwhile, tend towards insularity and quietude. This repetition of traits reproduces the history of the individual characters and ultimately a history of the town as a succession of the same mistakes ad infinitum due to some endogenous hubris in our nature.
The novel explores the issue of timelessness or eternity even within the framework of mortal existence. A major trope with which it accomplishes this task is the alchemist’s laboratory in the Buendía family home, which was first designed by Melquíades near the start of the story and remains essentially unchanged throughout its course as a place where the male Buendía characters can indulge their will to solitude, whether through attempts to deconstruct the world with reason as in the case of José Arcadio Buendía, or by the endless creation and destruction of golden fish like his son Colonel Aureliano Buendía, among a number of other means. A sense of inevitability prevails throughout the text, a feeling that regardless of what way one looks at time, its encompassing nature is the one truthful admission.

marques’s masterpiece is a peice of advice that is given to every human being to read.

SCARY MOVIE

Well.. this is not with reference to any movie summary.. but yes a very funny yet scary move called LIFE!! Life indeed is a movie.. every move of which is scary!!

I wish I could be like him!!
he who always sounds happy
he who is always chirpy
always enthusiastic
always optimistic
he has so many tears hidden behind those eyes..
but he manages to hide them all
behind that bend n those dimples
he begins again with full hope n ends with it
I dt know about others but i call him Meet

I am thoroughly surprised how he manages to do this?

for I get scared before taking evry step forward in life, for it has ruined me beyond expectations and all boundaries..
I glue myself up after every blow and before it gets tightened, another one comes for me to get scattered on the ground..

life appears like a movie. like a bollywood queen... I live heartily but before the hero, the villian comes in disguise to ruin her

ha ha

but still.. m waiting for my hero..
who loves it when I feel shy..
who loves it wen I wear bangles n a bindi
who loves it wen I cant sing in front of him
who loves it wen I cant look at him
who loves it wen I put my hand in my hair
who likes it wen I look out of the window
who likes it wen I smile or laugh without a reason

Indian Mindset... is my dear readers.. not selfish... the queen honours the hero in the similar fashion for sure..when he speaks to the world I would love to look at him with pride..

I wish I could be on the seventh cloud...

I have been thinking today
I wish for a life happy and gay
I wish I get it with you
I wish my wish come true

Is it so difficult to reach there?
let me try..

Dear God
my love to you and heartiest regards to you!

I know I am still your dearest and bestest child on this planet. you had promised me that you will never give any pain. yet i have recieved plenty of it. but now that you made a mistake. you shall make up for it.
come on you cant ignore me... i am your own child
in return, and compensation.. i demand extreme love..
ok
now you better focus on me
you have ignored me from quiet a long time now
come back to the track man!!

ok last chance

take care

yours affectionately
charu.

so, readers.. didn't the above mentioned sound scary?
or u people are scared with the transformation of emotions from a tragedy queen to a dreanm girl to a child..that i suffer from?

decide the climax ..
and let me know!!
huh!

I won't forgive

Disaster is one part of life. forgivness is another..the ones who cause it can never be forgiven.. if they are forgiven then they are not forgotten. they are the heroes who have succeeded over your life..they have the superiority to rule over you..they judge your mood and your day..the kind of life you live today.. which is a dependant on someone.. not out of your choice because you have been abandoned by those super heroes is wat ur life is..

hence.. i wont forgive them... they who love you.. but couldn't satnd by you because of conventions... they who claimed to love you but actually wanted your flesh... ur resources.. ur identity... not your soul.. they who claim to be the closest.. mistrust you.. leave you alone...refuse to understand you...

if i wouldn't have been abandoned by choice by my own set of poeple i would not be having the fear of making new relationships, i wouldn't have to look out for outside resources to feel important... i will never forgive them who have made me what i am today.. an indecent dead soul.. n if she passes away.. this world would be least bothered..

finally.. if i happen to forgive any one of the above.. i will never forgive God to have given me what i have got.. i know no one in this world deserves this kind of life.. i would hate him to have given me this life.. n given me a heart which forgives..