His Silver Lining

September 9, 2007

  He was suffocating, he couldn’t breathe

There were times he wished it would just end,

His shell was his haven and into it he’d return

For life to have some purpose he’d continually yearn. 

He was living a lie, one he couldn’t deny

How he longed to just break free,

Of the shackles that bound him rigid and strong

Into a world where he’d readily belong. 

He wasn’t living, just killing time

And endless were the hours he’d spend with himself,

Nobody to talk to, no shoulders to cry on

Enclosed in his despair, he couldn’t see beyond. 

And then out of the blue, she came along

Her jovial spirits seemed to taunt his being,

He despised her cheerfulness, her merry oblivion

Mocked his spirit, never reaching within.  

But then a ray of hope seemed to flicker

Through the dark clouds he called life,

As she became his friend, steadfast and true

How his life would change he never knew. 

They became a team, in the game called life

She was his angel, his redeemer from above,

He gave her the one thing she never had

With tenderness and devotion, the miracle called love. 

She was his silver lining

That rescued him from the bowels of despair,

She filled with hope and warmth

His cup of life lying cold and bare. 

They say love heals all wounds

He could hardly dare to believe it true,

Until he met his angel, his silver lining

Together life was a blessing in its every hue.


Before-You take my breath away.

After-I feel like Im suffocating.                                       

 Before-Twice a night.

After-Twice a month. 

Before-She loves the way I take control of a situation.

After-She called me a manipulative,controlling-egomaniac! 

Before-Saturday Night Live.

After-Monday Night Football. 

Before-He makes me feel like a million bucks.

After-If I had a dime for every stupid thing he’s done… 

Before-Don’t Stop!

After-Don’t Start! 

Before-Is that all you are eating?

After-Maybe you should just have a salad, honey. 

Before-Wheel of Fortune.


Before-Its like living a dream.

After-It’s a nightmare. 




After-Needs a jumpstart. 

Before-We agree on everything!

After-Doesn’t she have a mind of her own? 

Before-Victoria’s Secret.

After-Fruit of the Loom. 

Before-Feathers and Handcuffs.

After-Ball and Chain. 



Before-He’s lost without me.

After-Why cant he ask for directions? 

Before-When together time stands still.

After-This relationship is going nowhere. 



Before-I can hardly believe we found each other.

After-How the hell did I land up with someone like you? 

Before-Romeo and Juliet.

After-Bill and Hillary….  

Words women use!

September 1, 2007

This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.

If she is getting dressed; this is half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given 5 more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.

This is the calm before the storm. This means “something,” and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with ‘Nothing’ usually end in “Fine.”

This is a dare, not permission. Don’t do it.

This is not actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A “Loud Sigh” means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you over “Nothing.”

This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can make to a man. “That’s Okay” means that she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.

A woman is thanking you. Do not question it or faint. Just say you’re welcome.

August 30, 2007

A Day of Swimming!

August 30, 2007

        Well with exams breathing down my neck I’ve been getting a lot of studying done (or so I’ve led my parents to believe…what they don’t know won’t hurt them!)So I was locked up in my room with a humungous pile of books lying nearby (most of them untouched anyway!), my room almost resembled a book war-zone! All this pretty much convinced my parents that I needed a break (and convinced me that I needed to try my hand at acting!)So they quite literally forced me to get out of the house and take a break. (Quite frankly it didn’t take a lot of forcing…but I had to at least appear reluctant to leave my beloved engineering textbooks or else it would appear suspicious!)Ultimately with a sigh of a person resigned to her fate (my insides were doing the Conga!) I called up a couple of friends (who didn’t have exams anyway!) and we decided to go swimming.  

Swimming has always been a great stress relieve for me. (It was another matter that I’ve been virtually under no stress lately!)The beach was a strict no-no for my parents with the high tides but it wasn’t really an attractive option for us anyway. I mean, how many people actually go to the beach to swim? There are some who go there to sunbathe and there are others who go to the beach just to show off their new bathing suits and there are still others(and these I believe should be thrown in the sea at high tide!) who go there to ogle at unsuspecting females.

So we decided to go to a pool nearby. We reached the place in ten minutes and after completing the necessary formalities, stripped and plunged into the gloriously cold water. I can safely say that the first plunge into icy cold water is an unparalleled feeling. I love to swim. There is a feeling of calm associated with it that simply cannot be put into words.(Of course if a massive specimen of the human kind hurtles into the pool drenching everyone around and noisily proceeds to do what looks like a dog paddle occupying half the pool…there aint nothing calming about that!) Unfortunately for us the only other occupant of the pool at the time fitted that description to the hilt. Fortunately for us he soon left the pool (I could almost swear the water levels descended!), though I strongly suspect it had something to do with my friend swimming under him and gently tickling his toes! (The poor unsuspecting guy probably thought it was a pool monster or something!) Finally the pool was all ours and we had a blast having races (I lost by a finger!), playing games and even convincing the sweet pool attendant to get us drinks poolside. Just lazing in the pool on my back looking up at the overcast sky gives me such a high. And all those counting calories swimming is simply amazing to loose weight. Much better than sweating it out in the gym! (Though I must admit I’m partial to that too!)

I know of a lot of people who are scared of the water and you truly don’t know what you are missing out on. Its just so….ummm…AMAZING! (You will have to forgive me I’m running out of words! So guys what are you waiting for? Ditch those books (they don’t go nowhere. trust me!), grab your suit, sunscreen and flip-flops and swim away….while I start studying for this pesky exam! Oh well…..   

August 28, 2007

60 years on!!

August 28, 2007


   Well we just celebrated 60 years of India’s independence and that set me thinking about what India and the world would be like 60 years from now. I confess I am in possession of an extremely active imagination (as my therapist patiently reminds me on every visit…sheesh and I wondered why they said therapy was a waste of time and money!).Its highly unlikely any of my wild speculations will ever be realized and it is also extremely hypothetical assuming of course our planet survives the onslaught of global warming and the invasion of aliens from Mars(call me paranoid or maybe just a Spielberg fan!)                They say the world is getting smaller(and I’m pretty sure they aren’t referring to the size of our waistbands that are steadily bulging with the invasion of the junk food culture, but that is another story!) The way I see it 60 years from now people will be so immersed in their own lives they probably will remain woefully oblivious of everything around them. It would probably take a person falling out from the heavens for them to look up from their grocery shopping or maybe even not. It might just be an inhabitant of another planet on holiday to Earth. Speaking of holidays, the regular holiday destinations like Hawaii or Switzerland wont be in vogue anymore. Children would probably throw a fit if daddy decides to take everyone on an all-you-can-do holiday to some exotic island.(who wants to go sunbathing and snorkeling when they’d rather go for the 600th birthday of their pen-pal from Pluto!)What’s a few million miles to that shiny new spacecraft daddy got them for Christmas!         

 I also foresee 10 years as being the new 21.Turn 10 years old (or young rather) and you will be eligible to vote, be eligible for a driver’s license (though who needs one with your own personal chauffeur!)and even get legally married! So get married at 10 and probably divorced at 11 but that again I’m afraid is another story!                

 Junk food will continue to be popular 60 years on, but come to think of it most animals will probably be extinct by then so maybe people will turn to innovative food items including domestic pests! Rats may become the new Caviar and Champagne will be so passé, an imported brew from nearby Mars will be the new drinking water( which will by then be so difficult to get that lottery winners will probably be rewarded with a litre or two!)            

In 60 years fashions will almost definitely change and I cant really predict whether for the better or worse!(I challenge even the Vogue editor in chief to predict high fashion in 60 years! Get real!) I mean with global warming Earth will probably be a much warmer place and all the not so fortunate people who wont be able to afford a holiday to the next Solar System will have to devise ways to cope up with the extreme heat on Earth. And it doesn’t take Einstein to figure out that the best way to beat the heat is by wearing as little as possible! So all you high handed people who disapprove of the minimal clothing on today’s youth with pursed lips, better pray you aren’t going to be here in 60 years!         

 Well I must conclude my thought provoking (I hope!) insight into what the world will be like in 60 years. So maybe if we are lucky enough to be living in another 60 years we can see how many of my predictions do really come true(or if my therapist is right and I really do have to do something about my over active imagination!)