My dirty dance

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Free Association.”(my home, dirty soil and rain dance)

Caught your attention…yay!

Loud and bold always strike out…isn’t it…thats how we work… always attracted to the face of the show

I, recently, visited Golconda fort. It’s quite huge and was built and rebuilt a couple of times some 800 years back…at that time without any aid of modern technology to build such a massive building must had been a herculean task. And all I could find at the posts, were the names of kings and sultans who had ruled there. Well, I know writing out the name of every worker is out of question( 😛) but it had been their effort only that we are able to appreciate such a monument.

And so goes everything in the history …every war , every struggle , every big achievement have endless unknown names with their countless unheard stories that just gets submerged in the magnanimity of the cause. We forget the importance of follower in the awe of leader.

So, here, thanks to all you common people(like me 🙂) who are doing their simple perfunctory works. You may not know what history you are writing but nonetheless your effort is equally important

PS: well i do dance…but dirty…umm i don’t think so

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Imperfections

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Easy Fix.

i am in general very cautious about my social behaviour. i tend to recheck my every move ,over-think my every little behaviour. i started this blog in a way to express myself…but everytime i come up with something i use to over analyze it so much that it normally gets lost.

some of my really weird notions are –

* that keeping your identity a secret is a cool thing. so that even you become famous you can roam around as a common folk …ha i watched too much of superhero series

*that what i write may offend someone(if they are reading :P) and then they would hate me for that…so i have quit many a times

*that being normal or average is a good thing and hence i try to blend in everywhere.

i don’t know how much i am correct or even how longer i will hold them because its hard to be sure of anything in life. i agree i have shortcomings but so has everyone else and it doesn’t matter…because our imperfections together make

it all right in the world.

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More than just a flat…

Good times pass way too faster that we don’t even realize when they become memories. I don’t know from where to start…We had some good, some bad, some lonely, some fun and some super awesome moments in this place.

I remember us discussing that it is good that we are taking the flat with a terrace in front and its better that we are on second floor and the closet and the shoe rack…haa…OK we did use them… but what really attaches me the most to this place and prompts me to write is the amazing time that we spend here together  … those gossips and giggles, cries and confessions, plans and celebrations is all what i remember …and i am glad that i lived in there to have experienced it all…thanks to you three i have checked off some points from my checklist and i know we will continue doing that.

But as always goodbyes are weird…you don’t know what to say, what to feel and how to take it…n even though how much we hate good bye, they seem to be integral part of life. Guess what, we just have to let it go…let it go in the hope of better.

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distances are just some measures

some bonds are way too stronger

impression

Impression is an important thing …the most visible thing in this delusional world. We fake…we manipulate…we show off…and what not just to make that impression. Well, even I am no different.

It took me two good days just to come up with the name of blog and my username. Everything I came up was already taken ….or already thought of… or maybe i was just coming up with things I observe around and have learned all my way and, hence they were all bound to be pre-existing. Nonetheless, I did find something according to my tempo. Meanwhile, I realized how rare is ingenuity and how even hard it is to appreciate it. Obviously, criticisms come easily and let’s not get into this.

I have been wanting to write for a long time.  I started one few years back but couldn’t muster up the courage to publish it. Say I was afraid of how people will react to it or worst won’t give a damn about it. I stumbled upon this quote once on web

 ‘Even if you are the sweetest mango, there would always be people who like peaches more than mango’  

So, here i am signing up again, in the hope that there would be few who will appreciate this mango 😉