Dating hollywood star's girfriend...

If there is one good thing I ask you to tell me about you, what would that be? Just one and any one good thing about yourself?

let me tell you about a recent conversation that I had with someone who boasts of owning a merc and a bunglow from where you can see trees (!) and living in LA all his life and heading multiple companies and whatever more and oh yeah very fond of peacocks..

Me: Alright enough of you and your possessions in life...I am not interested in knowing what you own and I can not hear it anymore - if you can ...just tell me one good thing about you.

X = One good thing..okay...I have dated hollywood star '......''s girlfriend for quite sometime, if you know what I mean.

Me = Is that what you think is one GOOD thing about you?

X = Yeah ofcourse...not everybody has that luck. Not everyone can boast of things - I can because I have them or have done them...

Me = Interesting...and at the same time all crap for me.

There wasn't much I could have spoken after that. But I made sure I told him what I felt about the kind of person that he was. Why do I get to talk to such people in the first place. There was a moment when I really felt like sorting him out. But then, who has the time. Besides, everyone has their own life and therefore their own way of leading it too. Maybe that's the way he has been.

Dush, grow up.

...life and heart go on!

...there have been umpteen times when people made me wait, people had a lot of importance in my life, and people meant so much more to me than just ordinary friends. Perhaps they did not have time for me then. And now, I don't.

Things seem to have changed now. I don't have time for them or any such familiarity which would breed content. It doesn't even surprise me, guess time does that to all of us. Everytime. There used to be times when even a mention of them would sadden my heart or make me go weak or get me into a situation I would never want to be in. I can take names here but let them be unknown faces...it seems to make no difference to me or my life in any way. Am not saying just for the heck of saying. I actually mean when I write this. Not that I am proud of it...but am not unhappy either. Sometimes, you gotta learn to live life the way it teaches you to. As my very dear friend Sakshi says..and I love what she says...LIFE...GOES ON...and oh by the way, this is her link.. http://thoughtcourt.wordpress.com/ just in case you are interested...she is quite a writer...and one of her articles got published in a magazine recently....she also is an agony aunt for a lot of people in this world.

Back to my thought - I want to know from you - why do people feel differently at different stages of life. Why does someone who was so close to your heart become a stranger...so much so that it makes no difference whether they exist or not. I guess you can't keep too many people in your heart...you need space at all times in your life to accomodate those who matter the most to you. :)

Who matters the most to me by the way....my daughter, my husband and my dad and Ma the most (in that order).....followed by my brother and sister and few very close friends....followed by....? Actually none. My list is short! Although my heart is pretty big...it likes to accomodate very few people at one time.

Strange dreams...

Sleeping at 11 o clock, after a very tiring day, only to wake up at 12 again - after a strange dream...happens most of the times with me. What surprised me was the fact that the moment left me feeling lower than ever before. The next morning seems perfectly fine.

The dream - some charity that someone is doing. I am there too. Deciphering - not really. Have so much more on plate for today.

Yappy Friday folks!!!

Am I missing something here?

hmmmm...khoye khoye chand ki talaash mein udaas hai dil,
kyun, apne aap se khafa khafa naraaz hai dil?

A flickering thought,
few lines from a known song,
flashes of a distant memory,
a day undone,
a moment gone by,
a promise unfulfilled,
a hope half-lived,
and a desire - yet and still.

Not sure I can explain - but the feeling within persists. What is it? Who is it?

Folks back home? My work? A friend? A feeling? Or something I am not aware of?

'Who' doesn't matter. The fact that it is there, matters.

Make peace and come undone.