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Coming back to writing

They say old habits die hard. I guess it should be "Bad habits die hard".
I painstakingly wrote this blog in my early days, made a lot of new friends, revived old friendships, established a brand of writing , won accolades from fellow bloggers and one fine day .... suddenly there is nothing. No writing, no visitors and no inspiration to write.
A lot to crib about,right ?
But this ain't gonna happen anymore. Robin Sharma da promise ! I shall shamelessly write, share the links wherever I can and bask in glory once again. The attention seeker is back ! With a bang. Now that the sleeping lion has awoken, there are some promises to make.

This space will be updated everyday from now on. No matter how dead tired I am (of doing nothing worthwhile).

Chalo,promise liya hai toh nibhaana padega ( Every promise deserves fulfillment ). #Muft-ka-gyaan


Mondays are tough ; eye candy helps.

I made this collage on Picasa last week. I guess there isn't anything more soothing to my eyes than this assortment. So I am going to go on why I chose these eight men (I wrote my last post with the number eight connection ... and now these eight men ! Huh ! For the novice, eight is the number of Saturn/Shani Maharaj).
In case you are wondering why I sound so superstitious, let me remind you - I just shrugged off my  bad habits, their effects still remain - potent and lethal.

Yeah,coming back to my men .. err, you know the men in the picture.

#Hrithik Roshan - Greek god. I thank you for Guzaarish. I absolutely loved the movie. And perhaps you in it.

#Abhay Deol - Socha Na Tha. I never thought it would make an impact on me. I loved you for doing that movie.

#Milind Soman - You stole the heart of a six year old with your looks in the album "Made in India". I guess you are Adonis in human form.

#Kunal Kapoor - The noodles-like hair, the unshaven face, the intensity of the eyes. I first noticed you in Meenaxi and the rest is chemistry ( Look at that, I have invented a phrase in you pyaar. See ! Love does awesome things to you #muft-ka-gyaan).

#Leonardo Di Caprio - Jack. You were made for Titanic. Did you know that ? Even after a decade and a half, I remember you as Jack.

#Arjun Bajwa - Guru. Clean shaven, sauve, sophisticated. Aur kya chahiye ? Fashion. The quintessential nice guy.

#Gerard Butler - I don't like the sound of your surname. But, how can I forget P.S. I love you ? Enough said I guess.

#Siddharth Narayan - The intense, brooding RDB guy. That's enough to get hooked to you.

~The Abrupt End

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P.S. : Penned at Candies, Bandra on 11th January 2017 


I CANNOT REMEMBER MY MOTHER ~ Rabindranath Tagore

I cannot remember my mother,
only sometime in the midst of my play
a tune seems to hover over my playthings,
the tune of some song that she used to
hum while rocking my cradle.


I cannot remember my mother
but when in the early autumn morning
the smell of the shiuli flowers floats in the air,
the scent of the morning service in the
temple comes to me as the scent of my mother.


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only when from bedroom window
I send my eyes into the blue of the distant sky,
I feel that the stillness of my mother's gaze on my face
has spread all over the sky.

~Rabindranath Tagore
Note : This was one of  the earliest poems I read,loved and cherished.