About Nothing

                                                                      I  get up shivering                                                I  go to sleep cold.                                                No energy                                                I'm starving,                                                I have no gold. Winters come, we buy expensive sweaters and blankets, eat at KFC and drink beer. I wish some of us would spend a fraction of that money to get blessings, instead of a big belly, this winter. I googled this picture you know, and there were so many overwhelming pictures, and it was surprising to see that many of them were for sale. Selling and buying beggars... Anyway back to the main thing, so if you say you can't find a reason to go spend a little money on the destitute(it's weird, i think the first time ever i paid attention to that word 'destitute' was while reading A Christmas Carol), there are actually many. Let me give you

A Drawing! what else could anyone expect..it was my pad. . .

All that the young people do is possess lots of feelings & emotions and share love, and they are heavily judged for it..by the middle-aged adults. Who? The respectable middle-aged, with the knowledge & experience of the world; the knowledge and experience that makes them a species full of hatred and hypocrisy . And these judgemental double-standard people are to be respected, just out of convention, because they are old..bah! I respect no one till I see him laudable. Don't believe me that these MAs(middle-aged's) are suckers? Oh btw, i have MA parents too, so please don't start thinking about you parents and get offended, this is a general observation(but believe me, your & my parents may have some of the MA traits too..maybe for good, but they are there.) Well, let me put out a check-list. 1. Either the MAs find the other person's kids better mannered than their own & declare that in front of their little angels(which you know is heart-breaking fo

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 16 ; the sixteenth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . They say every day is a celebration. This, I believe, is just an impractical saying. Nevertheless I thank god for having me born in a country like India, where, almost every day is a celebration. Celebrations are important, they help us keep the lightness in life. Little smiles can account for a lot of joy. After weeks of work, slogging our arses, a weekend of cheer with friends and family makes up for the loss of smiles during the week. What do I love about celebrations? The lights - the amazing lights, the elegant dresses, the beautiful music, the movement and the joy. The food, the drink, the chats, the pictures & the anticipation of something..something unusual. The crowds, the energy, the love. And of course, those who make all this possible, frie

That's the last time I saw her healthy. 6 years after she passed away from leukemia, this year, somehow i miss her more than the other yrs, or maybe i miss her equally every yr & it's just in my head that i feel it is stronger each year. It is very difficult to forget bad things that happen in your life, but do you ever get these fits where these certain good memories, that you didn't  think you had any more, just pop up into your head? Well i certainly do. I don't know whether you read my previous post, but i had promised my blog (:p) that my next post will be a happy  one, and i keep my promises, even if they are made to a computer program. So yesterday i was sitting in my room, doing nothing, as always..this little memory popped into my head of those cool sunny days when i used to sit outside with my grandmother on the folding bed, eat oranges and play around the mulberry bush underneath their apartment. I can not describe the joy i feel just remembering tha