My granny (or Aaji as I call her), that is, my mom's mom, cant hear properly from one ear. This is an old problem and cos of that she talks very less. I have always been close to my grandad (or Ajoba as I call him). Discuss stuff with him, listen to all the amazing stories and poems he has up his sleeve.

Aaji is generally seen busy with her own things, cooking, reading. With her, it is always a couple of sessions, only her and me, sitting in isolation and chatting for a while.

This time it was my last visit before leaving for USA. So we sat together on the jhoola in the veranda and talked. She was interested about all the things I will be doing USA, where will I stay and the like. It was quite a normal conversation.

But the day I was leaving, I touched her feet, she applied kumkum on my forehead, and hugged me. Something she has never done, or at least not in recent times. I was overwhelmed !!

Then I went and sat in the auto and they waved me goodbye. Suddenly she ran in again and returned with a small red rose, a new bloom in the garden. I told the auto guy to stop. she came forward, smiled and gave me the rose. I was so so touched. My eyes instantly filled with tears.

I have kept the rose in my personal diary :) Its a precious gift.

Action Replay !!

In the last 3 years in school I was the most popular girl. Topper of the batch, known to all teachers, was elected school captain (literally elected in a secret ballot). People in DRDO complex knew my parents by my name those days !!

But when I joined college it was like falling down from an airplane. Struggling with the parachute which did not open. Fell down on the earth with a huge blow on my head. Though I was used to changing schools and friends, this time it was totally different. Everyone around me seemed to be just like me - popular, school topper. Most ppl were far better than me. It took some time to adjust to make friends ( true friends I mean)

And now, I'm getting prepared to go through the same thing again. I have made my own cozy space and image here in office. I am comfortable with this image and quite used to it, I must admit. It will be difficult to get thrown in a whole new world, where no one knows you.

Its an action replay of the past, with a small difference that I am wiser and prepared for the worst (Hopefully) !! I hope my parachute opens and helps me land safely :)

Shri ganeshaya namah!!

Time to fly away !!

Got my passport today, stamped and complete with visa :)

This is exciting, and scary too.

Its time to fly away from my nest now. Got phrase "flying away" from my friend. But unlike her, I do not want to call my home a cage. It is a nest, where I grew up and learnt all that I know . Its time to test this learning and fly to new lands.

Shri Ganeshaya namah !!

It happens rarely that I see someone on the road, and get totally impressed by them. And sometimes, have an instant (and temporary) crush on them. Mind you, only guys come under this second category.

Today was one such day.

As I approached the Trinity circle the signal turned red and I had to stop right in the front. This guy on a Honda Unicorn stopped beside me. Couldn't see much of his face. Looked good from how-much-ever I saw. He wearing a navy blue shirt tucked in Jeans of a lighter shade of blue. Killer combination for me :D Sneakers and helmet were normal, not too unique, but added to the whole look. Even after few seconds of standing at the signal, he seemed kinda at ease, oblivious of the fact that the signal can turn green anytime now. But as the signal turned green, and I took off ( at the best speed my scooty offers), I knew that at exactly the count of three, he is gonna zoom past me. And believe me thats wat happened. Ooooh what style he had !! And then he took a left turn showing the hand signal for turning left (which is also very rare). Even that made me smile and say WOW!! :-P

Really cool lyrics !!

Zara Nazron Se Keh Do Ji Nishaana Chook Na Jaye
Zara Nazron Se Keh Do Ji
Maza Jab Hai Tumhari Har Ada Qaatil Hi Kehlaye
Zara Nazron Se Keh Do Ji

Qaatil Tumhe Pukarun Ke Jaan-E-Vafa Kahun
Hairat Mein Pad Gaya Hoon Ke Maein Tum Ko Kya Kahun
Zamaana Hai Tumhaara
Zamaana Hai Tumhaara Chaahe Jiski Zindagi Le Lo
Agar Mera Kaha Maano To Aise Khel Na Khelo
Tumhaari Is Sharaarat Se Na Jaane Kis Ki Maut Aaye
Zara Nazron Se Keh Do Ji

Haye, Kitni Maasoom Lag Rahi Ho Tum
Tumko Zaalim Kahe Vo Jhootha Hai
Ye Bholaapan Tumhaara
Ye Bholaapan Tumhaara Ye Sharaarat Aur Ye Shokhi
Zarurat Kya Tumhen Talwaar Ki Teeron Ki Khanjar Ki
Nazar Bhar Ke Jise Tum Dekh Lo Vo Khud Hi Mar Jaye
Zara Nazron Se Keh Do Ji

Hum Pe Kyun Is Qadar Bigadti Ho
Chhedhne Vaale Tumko Aur Bhi Hain
Bahaaron Par Karo Gussa Ulajhti Hain Jo Aankhon Se
Havaaon Par Karo Gussa Jo Takraati Hain Zulfon Se
Kahin Aisa Na Ho Koi Tumhaara Dil Bhi Le Jaye
Zara Nazron Se Keh Do Ji

Maestro !!

Mohd. Rafi..

I so wish I could hear or see him perform live.

His style was superb and expressions perfect :) He brings out every emotion perfectly in his songs, be it happiness, romance, sadness or excitement.

Salute to the Great Maestro !!

Mausam hai Ashiqana :)

Learnt this Song yesterday, its so beautiful. Its been going on in my head since morning :)

Mausam Hai Aashiqana
Ae Dil Kahin Se Unko Aise Me Dhondh Laanaa

Kehana Ke Rut Javaa Hai, Aur Hm Taras Rahe Hain
Kali Ghata Ke Saaye, Birahan Ko Das Rahe Hain
Dar Hai Na Maar Daale Saavan Ka Kya Thikana
Mausam Hai ...

Suraj Kahin Bhi Jaye, Tum Par Na Dhoop Aaye
Tumko Pukarate Hain, In Gesuon Ke Saaye
Aa Jaao Main Bana Doon, Palakon Ka Shamiyana
Mausam Hai ...

Phirate Hain Hum Akele, Baanhon Mein Koi Le Le
Aakhir Koi Kahan Tak, Tanahaaiyon Se Khele
Din Ho Gaye Hain Zalim, Raaten Hain Qatilana
Mausam Hai ...