Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Remaining ME: How easy it sounds!

When I saw DDLJ for the very first time, I loved it. Each and every song in it became a reason for me to celebrate. While watching it for the second time, my brother introduced me to the concept of lip singing. He told me that Shah Rukh and Kajol were not actually singing those songs. They were pre recorded and the two of them were conveniently pretending.

I thought he was lying. It was one of his usual tricks to confuse me maybe.

And when I was told that the earth is round, I simply laughed it off. “If the earth is round, then why don’t we ever fall?” was my logic.

These instances seem funny now. But they were subjects of serious discussions for me earlier. These facts challenged my logic and my truth. They now form an integral part of my logic and my truth.

As we keep learning, we keep changing. Still remaining who we were.

Each day I look at myself in the mirror. Who doesn’t in this self obsessed society? And I am what I was yesterday. So how come I am not what I was a year ago?

Changes change us even before we come to know. So are we lost in ourselves and yet losing ourselves? Well the answer is -yes- in my case. I think about me all the time but there are several things which even a stranger would see changing in me, but I wouldn’t.

Ultimately, I discover that “remaining me” is not as easy as it sounds and perhaps not even a good thing. We should always change for the good. But it will always be difficult for me to tell myself,

“I AM NOT WHAT I WAS”

Monday, April 20, 2009

Sugar coated salt!

Dear diary,

I love my life. Well that’s what I should claim. And I do. When I go out in rain, I have somebody to give me refuge. When I am out in sun, I have someone to give me shade. I cry with many, I laugh with them. All so sweet. All so sugary. All so fake.

Today when I was sitting in the bus, I had my usual maddening talk with Moulshree, my bestie. I love her for that. On reaching school I exchanged hugs with tabu, rinch and priyanka. Then went out to search for radz. Found her. Gave a hug. All five of them so sweet. I love spending time with them. I get completely crazy with them. Forget everything. But still.....there’s something which is incomplete.

I come back home. My parents are there. They love me too.

I switch on the pc and log on to my messenger. Some guy sitting miles away insults me. It makes my day. I like that. All I ever wanted. Somebody to insult back. Someone to taunt.

Ankur tells me that he is a genius and that he’s awesome. He is NOT. Trust me. But just the opposite of that.

Thankfully. Luckily.

Goodnight,

Salt dreams,

Ashima

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Alone

I hate to admit it's not my composition.....but proud to say that it's a gift....and the best gift ever!

I look around
Moving bodies
But no warm soul
To be found.

Surprises seem
Too far at bay
Laughter,
A memory gone grey.

Alone I stand
A crowd of thousand behind.
Aimless thoughts
Feet slipping over the ground.

The silence whispers
Its fragile words
Breaking away
Leaving an endless mound to climb.

The solace of dreams
Is vanquished
Fading sounds
A child crying
Abandoned and banished.