Icurable romantic Me!

Love brings so much into ur life!! :)

Talk about "seeing life through rose tinted glasses"......
Talk about "smiling just for nothing"...
Talk about "going weak in your knees"...
Talk about "Being in LOVE" :)

You start liking the songs that 'he' likes......evn if u dint like them earlier.... :)
You recognise his perfume so well.....that evn wen u smell somthn familiar, it reminds u of those days :)

Like all day long......he's there somewhere in the back of your head.... :)
Being lost in your own world of thoughts.....not aware of your surroundings.....
Listening to one song over n over n over again... :)

hmm....now dat i m in the mood of writing somethn....(excuse me ppl who read this.......its all gonna b non sense.......i m just plain bored now....so....)

I think of this many times.......n then dont do anythn abt it anyways........coz i dont think i can do much...

I feel i shud have chosen a different career path for me......somethn to do with creativity....n this is not just coz i think i m good at dancing or painting or swimming...
but coz i m so happy wen i m indulging in any of these! I just feel healthy n alive wenever i m in contact with the arts...I m so myself! So SHEENA!
I feel if I have to achieve excellence in anythn, it cud only be the arts!

But then I also think that these are just my hobbies......a career path has to be somthn more stable n serious.....but again....I really doubt that also now!

There have been so many times wen i have thought of enrolling in one of the dance classes....but havnt done that thinkin I wudnt b able to adjust the timings....

So life just goes on like this.......u think of doing so many things........n then u dont...n u keep thinkin abt it constantly........somehow i feel......if u cud siphon out these hidden desires frm ppl's head........n then tell them to go ahead n do them..........there wud b so mny happy ppl around.......

:)

Ok, this is one "thought" that had just come to my mind, n i msged it to a frnd.....n then he liked it so much he wasnt ready to believe i wrote it!
It goes..
"Being in love is like being under sedation. You dont realise what's happening around you, coz you are enjoying the effect of the sedative. But when you come out of it, you realise a lot changed while you were away!"

:)

Silent questions.....

This is my first blog.....and the reason i hav created one in the first place is, I m moved by the attacks dat happened in Mumbai......
I hav never maintained a personal diary, nor do i write down my thoughts into a file.....
The reason is not having not enough of things to write, but the fact that I've already thought abt them so much, that the topic is over in my mind before i start writing.......

But now, all this dat has happened, makes me think again n again........
All the innocent lives lost in the process.........
People who had a life before them to live.......

People who'd gone to the hotels, thinking about having a good time....

The bride and groom getting dressed to celebrate the most memorable day of their lives....

The chef preparing a meal with all his earnestness...

The mom n dad preparing to feed their only li'l son his meal for the night.....

All this makes me wonder now n then, about whether it is fair at all.....
For all those who died saving lives of others........for all those who had a lot of plans for their lives ahead....for the li'l Moshe....the only child of the Jew family left behind......
What must the people who got brutally killed, have felt in the last seconds......

And they died because some politicians who had the power of averting all this, had found their AC cars n palatial homes more compelling......

The Taj Mahal hotel.....the fortress which was a witness of the times of royals.....was now a silent witness to the blood bath.....
The piano that would have once played Beethoven's symphonies.....now silent n worn down...

The firemen, who inspite of not having any of the protection the commandos had, didnt think twice before plunging themselves in.......to save lives...
The hotel waitor, who leapt forward, to take a bullet in, saving the lives of his guests...
The old man, who could not hear, people warning him from a distance, kept walking, not knowing, that he's walking to death.....

The child who would have witnessed his parents' death...though not realising the graveness.....that he would no longer see them the next day.....


And after all this, the tragedy is not what happened......the tragedy is.......this could happen again...
Until it happens to us, we feel it for some days, n then go back go to our own world....
Until it is someone close to us, we dont realise the enormity of the situation.....

The question is not "where did we go wrong?", but "where did we go right?", at all.....