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The Law of Attraction

Hi! Kaafi time se likhna tha…had Lots of things in my mind. Everytime I thought I will write…but I didn’t :) Anyways…

Sometime back a movie called ‘The Secret’ was screened in our office. I won’t be talking about the movie here. Whoever wants to read can Google it. There was one thing that it said which I later found in 2-3 Bollywood movies. It said that if you really wish something, the entire world will help you in getting it. The week after that I was watching Om Shanti Om and there is a famous dialogue in the movie that said – ‘Itni shiddat se maine tumhe paane ki koshish ki hai, ki har zarre ne mujhe tumse milane ki saazish ki hai....kehte hai agar kisi cheez ko dil se chaaho toh poori kaynaat tumhein usse milane ki koshish mein lag jaati hai.’ And last week I saw Iqbal where N Shah was telling Shreyas – ‘Agar tumhe apne sapne pe bharosa hai to saari duniya tumhe woh poora karne mein madad karegi’. So in short, secret secret nahi raha lagta hai :)

Another thing that the movie talked about was the law of attraction. It said that you will attract anything that you strongly think about. It happened with me today. I lost my scooter around 3 months back. And since the past two months, I have been driving the bike that a friend of mine has given me (she thinks I will be able to take care of it!). It is an 11 year old Hero Honda Splendor and has an old number plate with a black plate and white fonts. The new rule says that you should be having a white plate with black fonts. I knew I had to get it changed but I was delaying it. So today when I went out, the thought came to my mind that I neither have the PUC certificate, nor I have the new number. And so I should be meeting the pandu soon. And guess what, a pandu caught me today. I had to pay a Rs. 100 fine. He started at 150 but then seeing no response on my face, he settled for 100 :)

Personally, I don’t believe in these things. But you can start believing them if you think these incidents were convincing enough :D

Clouds

As a child (and even now) I was always fascinated by the aeroplanes. Its sound made my neck turn and my eyes scan the sky, trying to spot the plane based on the auditory information gathered by my two ears.

The most amazing thing were those tiny looking toys disappear behind the clouds but still make the sound. I wondered how people sitting in it might feel and see when they disappear behind the clouds. Here is a glimpse of it - I happened to sit in one of them and see the earth disappear behind the clouds as my plane moved.

These clouds are supposed to compete with other clouds at a photography contest held @ http://www.cuckooscosmos.com/PhotoGallery/topic/

Why?

I was scanning TV channels when I stopped at one of them, showing a 'Just For Laughs Gags' type of show. There were 3 people who were moving around with huge piles of boxes that were stuck to each other. They scared people by making it look as if the pile was going to fall on them. I have to say - they were trying to be funny. And suddenly they try and throw the pile on 2 chicks and both of them throw their hands up. Guess what they had in their hands!

Yes, a cigarette. And just after they threw their hands up, they gave a smile as if to show that they were not cigarettes, but were lollipops...and slowly started drawing their hands down. Personally I think it’s perfectly ok, whether it is a male or a female, to smoke as long as the person is over 18 and understands the effects of it. However, I have rarely seen males hiding their cigarettes. But females…..! Why? I don’t know the exact reasons and can only formulate hypothesis. So what is it that makes them react in such a way? Is it we, the society, who are scaring them? Or is it still the nature of a woman – who is still in that mode, trying to break those stereotypical images of a ‘woman’...yet not completely out of it.

A Corny Affair!

I had a corny affair a few hours ago. I have a friend who has got into a Big uni in the USA and so had invited a few people for dinner. I actually left early from office today (which gave a nice shock to my friend) to be there on time (after all - khaana jo tha :D). The place where I was supposed to go is a nice place. And when I reached, the two of them were already eating something. I just threw my helmet on the seat next to me and grabbed some food from their plate (I realised one of them stopped halfway as they tried offering me the food). The mushrooms they had ordered also arrived right on time. They asked me if I liked the dish. But I tried being honest and said I had never eaten it before. They weren't surprised :) I tried eating it. Khaana jo tha..achcha hi tha.

And then I was given the menu to order something. Now this is something I try and avoid because though I love eating food, I hardly understand their names and so I prefer that someone else does that part. I again tried being honest that I didn't understand anything and so it would be better that they ordered what they liked because I would not mind eating anything (as long as it is a veg food). They said I should still try and so I opened the menu. I had to order a sizzler. And I could just not go beyond one name. I told them that I had selected the dish and they should not laugh at me. And I read it aloud - "A corny affair"! We just could not resist laughing out loud! It had corn in it and I find it difficult to resist it. We finally ordered it. It was a wonderful evening, especially having the unexpected corny affair! :)

Do you agree?

I think it is better to agree to disagree on something than to disagree to agree on something.

What do you think?

His Umbrella Queen

He waited at the bus-stand under the shade. The dark clouds were swarming above him. He wrapped his books with his raincoat. His only fear was that they would get wet. A smile grew on his face. With the books safe, he could enjoy the rains. He loved the season and refused to miss the first shower. The dark clouds finally relented as the drops grew in size and number each second. He left the shade then and got on to his bike. People around him found his action strange. They ran in for shelter as the rain started pouring while he had done the complete opposite. He plugged in the key and went down the road with a roar. He enjoyed each drop that made contact with his physical being. He weaved his way through the bicycles, the bikes, the autos and the cars - all of them moved at even a slower speed than his.

Still lost among the raindrops, he took a left turn. Unconsciously, he slowed down. It wasn’t a pothole in the middle of a road nor was it the fierce wind. He saw her blurb of black and red in the middle of the road. As he got closer, he saw her fumbling with her huge red umbrella. She was dressed in black and made quite an impression with her contrasting umbrella. He had no idea what she was doing there…….coming or going…..running or walking. He saw her give up her struggle as the umbrella refused to relent. She ran into the building on the side of the road. Without thinking, he slowed his bike till it stopped. He parked his bike on the side and followed her inside.

He stood at the door but his eyes followed her. She sat in one of the middle rows. There was a couple performing on stage. Though their dance was interesting, his eyes kept going back to her. Her gaze seemed to be straying to some dark corner. He sensed there was someone there. He watched her and didn’t realize when the dance ended. There was a loud cheer from the front row. She stood up then and started walking towards the door……… towards him. He realized he would finally have a look at her face. As she walked past him, a hesitant smile crossed her face as she waited for him to allow her to pass through the door. He watched her silently as she boarded an auto and was out of his sight in a few seconds.

A smile grew on his face.
The things that this city's rain exposes people to. To feel it, he had run in.....to the rain, to a voluntary halt, to a momentary glance, to an unforgettable encounter.

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