Friday, November 25, 2011
My friends are like, 'Hey, saw you're friends with your mom' (life I was enemies with her earlier!). Some say, 'Hey she's such a cool mom. She's on facebook and all man'. (Now what the hell does "and all man" signify, I fail to understand.)
Its been quite some time that I have been 'friends' with my mom. Didn't know I might need FB for this but nonetheless. I didn't mind that much, me and mom being 'friends' on Fb. She didn't seem to hover over my page. But as a matter of fact, she did when I wasn't online. But then again, she was cool, like my friends said, wasn't she?
A few days later, another notification said that one of my friends had tagged me in her photo. I clicked open the photo to find myself with a few of my school mates in a reunion party. Till there it was nice and sweet and nostalgic. I then realized that we were each holding a mug full of beer. That, my friend is a time when I faced tragedy. I made sure that mom doesn't see that pretty pic of her daughter's. But as luck would have it, she obviously did and strangely for some reason, didn't mention it to me at all. I took that as a blessing and stopped worrying. She was cool maybe.
Later when she saw another pic of my mine tagged with friends, and this time sans the beer, but at some place she didn't know existed, it was then that something motivated her to summon her darling girl for a tete-a-tete.
First of all, I don't understand mothers. Why did she not scold me for the pic with friends? Moreover, mothers tend to bring older topics while scolding us on something done recently. Gadey murdey ukhaadna unki puraani aadat hoti hai :P
As if this was not enough, a few days later, Aakriti Sharma is now friends with Dr.Vimal Sharma.
I'm gone! If anyone comes and tells me "hey, your dad is so cool, he's on Fb man"!, I'm going to kill 'em all. I've already seen how cool my mom is, and I know hoe "cool" can dad be. So, i don't want to take any chances. Even a status update with an unfriendly word can have serious repercussions and cause tremors at home. So, I'm forced to restrain from free speech :P
Not that I can't do without it, but hey you know what I mean. Nobody would be writing Bhagvad Gita verses as their status updates. It's often things that they have been doing, thinking and the like.
Gradually, Aakriti Sharma is now friends with her bua, tauji, chacha and the whole family tree. Where am I supposed to go and hide?
And swoosh! the same facebook comes to my rescue with a "restricted view option". It lets you restrict the viewers who can view your posts, photos,etc. This truly came as a savior.
If and when I post anything that doesn't need special views and comments from the family tree, I make use of this lifeline. And while doing this, I carefully check, double check and then check again if i have included the names of all the tree members. One mistake, one loophole, and I'm finished !
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Sitting with my 'adrak' ki chai and my laptop in my room, I feel totally calm and composed. My breaths are slow and deep and I'm keeping a decent health at this time. In total, I'm all set to scribble my new post, which talks about the different phases of my life when I not even for once fail to prove to the world that I am one hell of a naughty, mechant(the 'e' is with an accent ague) and a bad bad girl.
This also thus proves that I don't find it embarrassing at all to confess to the world what I feel about the boys that live right in front of my apartment. (oops... there you go)
As I was busy making tea for myself in the kitchen, my eyes (obviously not deliberately) shifted towards the balcony of these gentlemen that I told you of a little while ago. The door to the adjacent room was ajar and outside was a pair of dirty yellow ropes tied to either end of the wall, most obviously to hang out clothes to dry. For most of the time, I have always seen only a couple of not so clean towels and dozens of the navy blue coloured ‘Roopas’ hanging happily outside. Sometimes I doubt either they have a trunk full of Roopas with them OR something I’d not so much as even want to think about is that they wash them once every 2 months and by the time they wait for the dearies to dry, they roam around stark naked in their house :o
While the black tea was waiting for the final pour of the milk to finish off its boiling ordeal, I was busy trying to peep inside the room following the monotonous balcony. All I could see was the switch board, a black bag resting on the floor and nothing more and nothing less.
Moreover, I secretly tend to judge the inmates by the national flags that they hang outside to dry. Not that I'm serious about the judgement that I finally make or the conclusions that I come to. But there is this psychological thing that people have that they measure a person's personality by his clothes. And I'm very close to that, only that the things that I was examining were more or less clothes only :P
And trust me I have NEVER come across any guy who lives in that flat. Never. I don't know when do they come and when do they go, all that I have seen is you-know-what :)
I admit its naughty of me, and also nosy, but believe it or not, its fun sometimes. And that tea only takes not more than ten minutes to cook, I don't have much chance to contemplate over the identity issue.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Spirit World,as we know it today,does not manifest itself in front of us. Humans constantly live among these spirits day in and day out, as opposed to the notion that one enters the spirit world only after one breathes his last.
We are constantly and regularly living, eating, sleeping, talking in the very presence of these spirits. They are among us throughout our lives.
Only a few of us can actually sense them and can further contact them and even speak to them, provided one has a significant level of awakened consciousness. This can be achieved through hours and hours of sincere meditation. After a certain level, a person gains enough strength (awakened consciousness), to start having a conversation, grasp a thought, catch signs from the spirit world. The spirits too, desire to contact us through automatic writing, dreams, projected thoughts, visions or signs. It can be anything. Those who are capable, catch these ways and hence become a medium with the human and the spirit world. It is through these people that we can efficiently and safely communicate with the other side.
One another way through which we can communicate with the spirits is while we are in a deep sleep. This deep sleep is mandatory because it is then when our mind is absolutely devoid of thoughts and other distractions. The human spirit travels to the spirit world and meets their loved ones, relatives and friends who are already dead and are part of the spirit world. We discuss all our griefs and problems with them, they in turn provide us with relevant solutions. After this transition takes place, the human spirit transcends back to the human world. It is at this time that we suddenly feel a jolt and our consciousness comes back to us. This happens when the human soul enters our body.
After we wake up, we never remember these meetings that we had with other spirits. The saying has a very strong hidden meaning behind it - "Sleep it over". Thats why we feel relaxed and healed after we wake up from a very deep sleep.
The lesser one is attached to the spirit world, the more one is receptive to the frequencies that come from the spirit world. This is an inverse proportion.
Higher attachment to the physical world bars us from intercepting the vibrations that flow from the spirit world for us to catch and comprehend.
More than we are eager to create a contact with the spirit world, the more eager are they to contact us in order to guide us and advice us. It is hence beneficial for us to comprehend and catch these signs and use it for our own good. Moreover, humans must understand the reality behind the other side of the world that we live in. The quicker we understand and adopt this reality, the higher one can move upwards in the spirit world. I, for once, can't wait to get one with the cosmic light and be 'home'...