Play Of Words

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Never underestimate the power of words, they say. There is also an aspect of timing I'd like to add. 

Things at the right time work wonders, while things said without thinking twice can create a ruckus. It has made me realise how we do underestimate the power of words. Sometimes, we hold back our words for whatever reasons - valid or invalid. And sometimes when we should hold back our words, it just doesn't happen. 

Why is that we fear consequences, why is it that we fear a person, why is it that we take some things, some people for granted and refrain from saying anything? Yes it is not that easy, but then what is the fun in regretting stuff? Learning the hard way is the worst experience ever, and everyone knows this.

So go ahead, tell that friend you value him/her and that those few hurtful words ever spoken better be forgotten. How many times have you told your parents, your siblings that you love them? How about mentioning it to them today? I can see the smile on those faces reaching their eyes - that's the best smile you can ever see.

The Red Bottle With A Yacht On It

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It's amazing how you start relating certain things with people. It can be as simple as an aroma of a specific perfume. 


Though not a fan of luxuries, my dad was a man of class in his own way. He was an 'Old Spice' man. Oh how I love that aroma. For a daughter, her first love is her dad. At least mine was :) I would observe him particularly while he would shave. I would wander around him while he did so and that's probably when I would've asked him what that 'red bottle with a yacht on it' exactly is (The red bottle in a red box is just etched in memory!). And that is when I was introduced to the fragrance of the after shave lotion from Old Spice. He would dab some of it on my handkerchief so that I could smell it all day long.... I remember his handkerchief used to smell of the same... I do not seem to remember whether he would dab the cologne or the after shave lotion on my kerchief though.


I grew up to like men's perfumes very recently actually. My search for Old Spice cologne has been disappointing every time. So finally I went ahead and picked up the deodorant yesterday. It brings back such good memories of childhood. Like I can see my father standing in front of the mirror, with that red bottle kept on the basin... I've missed that perfume. I've missed him every day...


I am finally an Old Spice woman, and proud to say that too.

My romance with rains...

I love the sound of thunder, the pitter - patter of raindrops, getting wet in the cold water that Bangalore rains bring, the spray of rains if I am not getting wet, the goosebumps from the wind that blows, the dance of raindrops on the floor, the smile that it never fails to bring to me - I love everything about rains. Everything!

My Prince - 13

When I fall sick and am tired of suffering from cold, cough, fever, body pains and the likes - I hope you are there all the time to take care of me. Bringing me a bunch of my favourite flowers. Leaving me small post-its to let me know you care. Making me hot soup, hot chocolate, tea or coffee may be. Sipping these hot beverages and watching a warm movie....

Symbol Of Hope - Etched!

Since college, I have wanted to do a few things in life. Getting a tattoo, tasting alcohol were on top of the list. Most importantly, it was the tattoo.

No peer pressure was involved for the thought to seep into my head. For that matter, coming from a small town, people wouldn't even think of getting a tattoo. But it was always at the back of my head, may be in my sub conscious if I can say that. And after college I moved to Bangalore, yes where I found myself in more ways than one. I started earning, being conscious on spending each penny.

Very few of my friends here had a tattoo. But they did. I was pondering since months on the design. If I am getting something etched in me, it has to be meaningful and something I love. And finally one day my ex-colleague got a huge tattoo done on her back. A huge Shiva. And that's when I got serious on the design. I wanted symbols of hope and faith, which didn't exist except in Chinese! No way was I going to get something done in a language that I cannot even understand, forget reading. A friend suggested a phoenix because it stands for hope. I did my own bit of research and fell in love with the phoenix. It was going to be a phoenix.

I got in touch with my artist friend and told him the whole story. He sent me the designs and after a few mails of editing, re-editing the design, I finalised one with the help of my friends. It had to be that design on my ankle. Oh yes! Choosing the place for the tattoo was another task. I didn't want it on my arm or shoulder - those were done to death places. And again it had to be a place where it would be visible to *me*. A definite confession would be that I also chose the place because of the tight skin, so that the process is less painful and when I grow old, the skin stays the same way :-D (my own logic)

As I put down my papers to join another company, I decided it had to be this time to get the tattoo done. A new chapter was to begin, had to commence with a bang! I found nobody who could accompany me that day to the tattoo studio, and I had got the appointment after much request. So I decided to head alone, only to find that a friend who stayed near the studio was excited to see the whole process. Sometimes I wonder how I got the strength to go ahead and take such a huge step.... Am so glad I did find the strength that day.

After a 20 minute session I was stamped with the phoenix just above my ankle. Just the way I wanted it. It had come out in such a perfect manner, it was a beauty.

I walked out so proud of myself that day. A dream, though small, fulfilled. I couldn't have been more happier. Waking up to this every day was like a magic potion. It just makes my day, even after 5 months. Sometimes I cannot believe I got it done. Every day I fall in love with it over and over again. Something that I'll take to my grave. Something I will never regret, though elders in the family still might not like it. After all, I got it done for *me* and not for the world to see.

I know it's a small incident, may be a negligible one for others, but not for me. It reminds me every day that it is all about taking that one step for anything. It reminds me that I am headstrong, I am strong, I am me, I am hope. It's one of the best things I could've ever done.

And this one was a latest find which I totally agreed to:

My Prince - 12

I would love to catch you singing in the kitchen, while trying to cook breakfast for me sometimes; or in general.... A sign of a music-loving couple, a sign of the melodious life we'll lead :)

My Prince - 11

When I tie my hair in a bun, and am involved in doing something, I would love you to open my hair when I'm unaware of it, just for fun. Small things like these will ensure a smile to both of us, wouldn't they? :-)