Manjaridreams

             Unpublished Diary page-1 of a Home-maker... It seems a lifetime as I entered into the 26th year of my marital bliss. Now I can conveniently say  Sasural  and  maayeka  are equally shared as I stepped into my 51st year of life in this heaven called earth. Cooking was never my strong point...I realized this once I was into this connubial felicity in the very first week. Did a couple of courses while I was still a bachelor, in non-conventional cooking and impressed my neighbors residing near my maika house. Baking, ice-cream making, and sambhar dosa chutney were some of the dishes that can be counted on fingertips ....but I could very well boast to others that I can now don the hat of a chef...don’t laugh!!! 😛  ....I was about to get married but still, if somebody asks ‘dal pehchano’...... goosebumps ho Jaat the 😂😂 . But the ordeal didn’t end here  😉 .....the first day of the second week of my marriage...I wa...

Stars do speak  “Dear moon, you are the only one which causes hindrance in my view ...eventually have to suffer eclipse...I have warned you time and again ...... better stay away from being near me or else be burnt to death by my aura.”  This is just a    concocted version of my filmy dialogue very well suited to describe how large Sun’s supremacy is well accepted ...believe it or not...The universe has an overabundance of galaxies of stars and also many more minor planets rotating around them like Bollywood stars having their personal fan club. But only meteors changed their loyalty and later succumbed to its fancy. Pun intended no offense pls 😉 . We do believe in Astronomy.......as it is supported by our physicists...but sadly many don’t believe in  astrology . It has repeatedly proved its validity but has to go through  agnipariksha  since ancient times ...as if predictions only go wrong in  Vedic   Jyotish .  We have sufficient exam...

एक किताब अनछुई सी!!!!  उफ् !!! एक किताब अनछुई सी मेरे ज़हन में उतर गयी  पन्ने दर पन्ने पलटती हर सफे पर प्यार का हर  निशां टटोलती  तुम से हम को जोड़ती । एक किताब अनछुई सी मेरे ज़हन में उतर गयी  लाख कोशिशों के बाद  पढ़ लिया था एक सांस में  चार अक्षर फिसल गये आंख नम हो गयी  । एक किताब अनछुई सी मेरे ज़हन में उतर गयी  हर सुबह   थी   नयी नया अध्याय खोलती  सफैद स्याही से  रंगे पन्ने की तह में डूबती । एक किताब अनछुई सी मेरे ज़हन में उतर गयी मुस्तैद आज ,कल में नयी कहानियां ढ़ूंढता  हँसते मुस्कुराते पात्र  नये  मुखौटे ओढ़ते । एक किताब अनछुई सी मेरे ज़हन में उतर गयी  लाल रंग में रम गयी  धनी चुनर ओढ़ कर  वसंत खिल गया जो  तुमसे मुझको जोड़कर  एक किताब अनछुई सी मेरे ज़हन में उतर गयी ढूंढ रही हूँ आज भी  मृगमरीचिका सी बन कर  कस्तूरी है छिपी कहाँ  बन बन भटक रही ... एक किताब अनछुई सी मेरे ज़हन में उतर गयी  हर सांझ तुमपर ही  न्योछावर हो गयी माथे की शिकन घुल गयी  जब ...

Sip Me If You Can Sip me if u can  From your glass of whiskey  Wish to drain all bitterness  And just give enough glee !!!! Sip me if u can  From your surroundings  Wish to absorb all negativity  And inside out make u calm !!!!! Sip me if u can  From your glass of beer  Less is more.I know for sure  Wish to love u till eternity !!! Sip me if u can  From your eyes  Wish to make u dream  For lively and lovely life ahead .!!! Sip me if u can  From the embers of your desire Ignite the fire. In your soul  For all who love u pure !!! Sip me if u can  From your clock  Which is Ticking away and  Every second counts...Don't let it go !!! Sip me if you can  From every precious moment  Well spent ... Remembering each other  And Make our days ahead ...To pour. A glass is full of passion ..with every sip you go !!!! Sip me if you can  From your music  With every beat ...I swea...

Wings Who cares? Do I fly or not? My wings were there but I never thought of using them for ages. I chopped them on my own to shreds just to make a perfect nest and reached a state of despondency, but is it possible for a bird to protect her nest from evil eyes without wings? still, a debatable statement fluttering in my silly small mindset. Fast forward to the time machine, I reached the state of numbness where nothing else matters and hardly much to lose, specifically needing apt justification of the famous proverb, “It’s never too late”. Gathered my courage with my mutilated self-esteem and confidence which was crushed and devastated due to towering self-imposed personalities. Yup !!!! winner in me again erupted like a sleeping volcano. So here I am thankful to much-criticized social media arms and ammunitions for providing me wings. Rusted wings were ignored by my fear of losing some inanimate objects, actually which I never possessed. The nomad in me now realizes Wings of mental s...