my life, my stories

For the past week the morning news paper leaves me agitated, filled with disbelief.. making me ask..'is this man for real??' This Varun Gandhi, this upholder of God knows what , this man who stands for every thing which is wrong with Indian politics. Everything! His claim to fame is that he is the son of politicians , which automatically makes him part of the 'Parivar' , his slanderous statements made to instigate religious conflict so typical of Indian politics. This man doesn't seem to have a heart, and neither a brain, which makes me ask is he for real? I mean i understand if he is doing all this for vote bank politics, because then if people are foolish enough to vote for him then they deserve the fate. God forsake, if he actually believes what he says then this man is dangerous to the society and needs to be institutionalised, get his head checked, consult a psychiatrist , because psychopath turned politician may make a sensational headlines but spells doom for

I read a quote ' Take a giant leap of faith, the chasm cannot be crossed in two small jumps ' and i said to myself... do i have the courage and fith to take the giant leap?? I have been so secure and safe on this side of the chasm.. would i ever have the courage to risk all and take the leap..make a life altering choice in one bold sweep, rather than the gradual change which we generally desire. I have often envied my friends who make 'radical' decisions , like giving foreign exams with nothing in the name of security , to fall back on. risking, having faith, dangerously ..believing... It's beyond me. So on the auspicious occassion of the maharashtrian new yr i thought of ..well looking back on my life and choosing the 'giant leaps' and realised that in every day life we make these decisions. Decisions or choices ,which are a resounding yes or no..and not a 'maybe' .. 'hmm let's take it slowly' . Now for example on a cold morning when t

It was one of those super awful days..when I am thinking 'is life worth all this trouble..' and talking it over with someone hadn't helped..neither had sleep it of.. that's when I went to Cremaux ..the cake shop, and bought myself a blue berry mud pie.. .. and as I bit into this layered pastry with a base of biscuit topped with a gooey chocolate brownie, topped with lemon cheese cake , topped with blue berry jam, topped with cream..it all seemed a little bit worth it. As my taste buds savoured the fluffy fresh cream, followed by the sweet blue berry jam, then the tangy lemon , then bit into chocolate and walnut brownie..and ended with a crisp and satisfying crunch of biscuit.. I realised what money can buy. So in this world of self help gurus, and reinventing life styles.. it's cool to say money can't buy you happiness, and I am sure that is true in a whole lot of places.. but sometimes a little bit of TLC courtesy of the cash in yourpurse ..doesn't hurt. I