Tuesday 30 November 2010

Pictorial Words # 2


P.S. - Unknown paths - the photo was clicked on a beautiful evening on a beautiful journey on hills with friends.

Sunday 28 November 2010

One Line Letters

We all have written letters at some point or the other. Some of us may still like to exchange it with our dear ones. But this era of technology has changed our communication channels. We rather like to use cell phones and emails than writing letters now. I'm also not the exception. Sure the hand written letters contain the love and feelings which can never be present in electronic means of communication but saving of time is another critical factor. Anyways, I don't mind your ways of communication.

Today I'm here to discuss an interesting thing. One Line Letters. Yes, you read it right. I read them first on one of my friends' Facebook profile. He also blogs here. The letter contains only a single line but it conveys a lot. One of his creations is this -

Dear Fevicol,
Naam bade aur darshan chhote,
Sincerely, Broken Heart.

Interesting, No? Here goes another one of his one line letters -

Dear Lays,
Thanks for bag of air and few chips.
Sincerely, Me.

Sometimes you need not use more than a single line to put your heart out. Me too have got inspiration from this and have started writing one line letters. And if you don't know then let me tell you that I'm a Facebook addict. So my first one line letter goes to Mark Zuckerberg, the creator of Facebook. It goes like this-

Dear Zuckerberg,
Why you made Facebook?
Sincerely, an addict.

I think its fun. So, use your imagination and write a letter to your friend, spouse, boss, love, barber, favorite personality or anyone for that matter. You can write to me too. But remember, no more than one line. Also please don't forget to thank my friend who gave us such an interesting inspiration.

Tell your views in comments section.

Till next time, signing off.
Sincerely, yours.

Monday 15 November 2010

Leaving The Nest

Hmmm... It feels good to be back. It always does. Whether it is a virtual home or real one. You must be thinking why I'm talking like this today. Because today I'm sitting at my home after a long working week in an another city. Another city? Another question, right? Oh sorry, I didn't tell that I'm posted in a different city now and its not possible for me to come back home every evening. So I have set aside Sundays for this purpose. And though I'm accessed to the Internet all the time, I can't write blog more often now. I can only read and I do. I don't comment on your blog but I do read it. Don't worry about that.

Today I'm gonna talk about leaving the nest. Yes, every bird in this world has to leave the comforts of nest one day. Otherwise it can't learn how to fly. Thats very obvious I guess. But humans too have to do the same. At least some of us, like me. Initially it feels really good to live without any kind of interference from the family. But the excitement of freedom doesn't last long. Because we're used to the comforts of our home, our nest. We're used to the caring feathers of our parents. But when we start living alone in a different city where we have to get up by the alarm, arrange our beds on our own, decide the clothes to wear, manage the meals etc. etc. etc. Suddenly the things seem to be tough. But then again, one day we're used to it. Used to everything we do constantly and consistently.

Another thing I've learnt from moving to a new place is loving your own place. Earlier when I used to roam about in my city, I'd find it so messy, full of traffic, unorganized and all. But now as I visit my home town once a week, I find it very calm and lovely. I like to see each and every part of the street where I walk and capture each and every thing in my memory. Love your place, there is nothing like home, not even heaven.

Now here are some things I miss while living at a new place-
- I miss my family of course (because alone you're nothing even if you're a king)
- I miss my friends (because hum hi hum hain to kya hum hain, tum hi tum ho to kya tum ho)
- I miss writing (because I don't find time and inspiration at a new place)
- I miss home food (because I really do)
- I miss my bike (because I don't have it at my new place)
- I miss my jeans (because I have to be formal at my work)
- I miss me, my old me (because I never thought I'll grow up one day and leave everything I love just for the sake of bread and butter)

That is all for now. I miss being here too often.

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