Saturday, April 2, 2016

Hum dono ki prem kahaani!


Waltzing through the wind
Fingers tenderly locked
In the beauty of the moment
My coy innocence dropped.

Your fingers fluttering against mine
Your moist breath rising and falling
Your smile between passionate kisses
Your warm eyes looking into mine..

You say those three words one more time
And I soar to the infinite rainbows and back
Feeling the pulsating heat color up my cheeks
Serenading in the sweet silence that surrounds.

You and me holding each other
Making music for our wandering hearts
Lost in magical love
I let myself feel alive all over again!


Making the most out of opportunities!

I have always believed that the best things in life happen when you least expect it. Like what Phil Dunphy says,



Just being calm and patient and doing what you need to do, while keeping low expectations helps because life always gives this dramatic opportunity, a ray of hope in the cavernous depths of perceived darkness.

At those moments, the ball is in your court to make the most out of it.

Embracing every career opportunity that presents itself, random chat with the person in the lift who gives you a beautiful thought for the day, insightful coffee meeting with a friend who calls u in the midst of a hectic deadline,  saying hi to a guy in the lobby who turns out to be your future partner - life is full of these ordinary moments that turn into extraordinary memories.

But the key is to remember that - adventure always begins when you show up and seize that moment.

An amazing quora answer about a touching life story :


Life is fragile. Life can be unpredictable. Life can be short.

Carpe Diem! Seize the day, make the most out of opportunities.

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Sunset in phuket

Twilight fell over the bright blue ocean, turning the sky into a million shades of purple, pink and orange, slowly sprinkling the sky with bright silver stars. I stood there letting the waves wash my feet away, looking at the horizon as an overwhelming feeling of gratefulness swept over me. Life was just perfect. Well,almost :)




Thursday, June 12, 2014

Travelogue : A Balinese Journey

I was first attracted to the beauty of Bali when I watched the movie Eat, Pray, Love back in 2010. Call it serendipity, but in a sudden twist of comic events, a pre-grad trip planned initially to Krabi, Thailand turned a full 180 degree to Bali when the situation in Bangkok started becoming tense for Indian nationals. Boy, was that a great decision! There is no other place like Bali. Lush green fields surrounded by serene waters , that place is truly an Island of  the Gods!

So, 5 of us woke up droopy-eyed on a cool January morning and left Singapore via AirAsia to the land of paradise. We landed in Denpasar International Airport in, the frenzied administrative hub of Bali. It was a hot and sultry day in Bali . A friendly cabbie was waiting to drop us tired souls at the hostel. We stayed in a place called Granny's hostel recommended to us by our British exchange travel friend!

Hostel entrance
It was a cute cottage-turned-hostel place mainly for backpackers who are looking for company and a place to stay overnight. Unlike a hotel, here you share a big room with 10 other people. Although the hostel staff were really nice and we got comfortable bunk beds, I din't particularly enjoy my sleep time as tiny mosquitoes got the better of me. Thankfully I had a sound sleep on the second night purely out of exhaustion of the day's activities and some good mosquito repellants recommended by the local people.

Day 1 : Kuta, Shopping 

We were famished and we headed for lunch at the local mall's foodcourt. Lunch was yummy! Hot Chinese noodles (Mee Goreng) and classic bubble tea!

Mee Goreng
After hiring a cab ( we were asked to take only BlueBird cabs for safety reasons) , we got off at Bali Bomb Memorial and decided to walk to Kuta Beach. It was the place where dreadful Kuta bombings happened a decade ago. After paying our respects, we set off to do some girl-shopping and bargaining in the roadside shops. Huge collection of quirky items at cheap prices with a bustling night life, it is a must-go place for everyone who comes to Bali. It was an off-peak season and the main tourist locations and shopping centers were not too crowded. The local population seemed like a friendly bunch although I was a little offended by them shouting 'Kuch Kuch Hota Hai' every time they saw us. Apparently they somehow correlate Indian girls to the famous Bollywood movie for no apparent reason. Oh,well! After walking and shopping for folks back home, we crashed at the local Pizzeria and ate to our heart's content. 

Roadside Haggling for cute keychains

Day 2 : Tanah Lot, Beaches, Scuba Diving, Uluwatu Temple

After a sumptuous breakfast , we headed off to Bali's most acclaimed temple attraction, the Tanah Lot. It is a coastal temple in South Bali. The route to the temple is beautiful and the temple is perched on a rock offshore. Balinese Hindu spiritualism and mythology is very close to that Indian Hindu mythology. Unlike any other island in the largely Muslim Indonesia,  Bali is a pocket of Hindu religion and culture. Although the main cultural elements such as idols, forms of worship and 'aarthi' practice are all similar, I found the sculpture of the Gods to be a bit different. This maybe because Balinese Hinduism diverged from Indian Hinduism well over 500 years ago.

Bali Depiction of Krishna's chariot
Tanah Lot entrance
On the edge of the temple!

We had coconut water to quench our thirst and did some more haggling for curios. They are aplenty in Bali!  After driving through beautiful scenic locations, we arrived at Nusa Dua beach for Scuba-diving! This amazing out-of-the-world experience had been in my bucketlist for a long time. We donned our diving suits and we were taught diving sign language. The watersport guides teased us as expected : "Ooh, you could die! Are you sure you guys are okay with it? Just kidding!" I didn't care. I was super ready for it. With Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara scenes flashing through my mind's eye, we went off to the deep sea on a speed boat. I love the salty smell of the sea breeze and blue-green water of the ocean waves. We were gently dropped into the sea and I was inside the waters, a friendly intruder of the marine kingdom. I had fins, gills and I was swimming away. It was surreal and frightening at the same time! We went deeper and deeper and all I heard was ocean's white noise. Everything was quiet outside but my mind was screaming "Look, Nemo! Wow! What a beautiful coral reef!" I tried to touch the beautiful fish ,but they nestled through my fingers and swam away to la-la land :) I wanted to stay and live forever as a mermaid. But life was calling! :P So we came up and continued our journey to the shores. But it felt like I belonged there :)

Scuba-diving
We set off to witness the most beautiful sunset in the cliffs of Uluwatu , a Balinese sea temple on a cliff. The sanctum sanctorum of the temple is perched majestically at the edge of a steep cliff that towers above the gushing sea waves. To enter the temple, all of us had to be properly attired with sarong and sash( a yellow cloth tied around the waist). The path to the top was scary with monkeys on either sides to snatch our beloved bags. But the view was so worth it!


Sunset silhouette

Uluwatu cliffs

Day 3 : White water rafting, Ubud

Day 3 started off in an adventurous spirit with white water rafting in Telaga Waja river in Ubud. After switching to our rafting attire and paddle, we were off to the river. The rafting instructors were super sweet and gave us a great rafting experience. The river flows along vast expanse of green fields,hills,valleys,cliffs and waterfall. We had our adrenaline racy moments and reflective serene moments. Whenever the raft hit a rock or a cliff, we had to jump up and down to the get the boat on track and at one such point, we were super stuck and the river current almost toppled our boats. We held onto our dear lives and paddled our way through. As my wise friend put it "Life is like a river.You just have to hold onto your paddle tight and enjoy the ride!"

All ready to paddle!
After rafting through for about 2 hours covering 15 km, a long climb to a hilltop restaurant awaited us. After a tiring climb overlooking stunning cliffs and rice paddies, we were greeted with a delicious lunch prepared by warm Indonesian chefs! The rain, the scenic view and the tasty food : I am reliving my vacation all over again!

The view from the top
Ubud is the cultural heart of Bali , miles aways from the maddening crowd of Kuta. It is a place of ashrams, museums, art and crafts and organic farming. A town for quiet retrospection and learning, it's a great place to relax and learn about the lives of local people. After visiting a couple of beautiful art galleries, we headed for the coffee plantations and were welcomed by a smiling farmer. He showed us the art of preparing the local coffee, luwak! Although the preparation is a bit weird (burnt feces of the luwak animal feeding on a particular plant ewww!), the taste was actually quite good. In fact, the sweet Bali lover made us different types of coffee and took us on a flavour journey. We even ended buying tasty coffee for folks back home!

With the coffee farmer
Coffee Love
After a ride around Ubud, our cabbie took us back to Kuta where we shopped for Bali souvenirs and dresses. We then lounged around in our hostel, had our dinner and talked to the local guys. In the late hours of midnight, we packed our bags and went to the airport to catch our flight back to Singapore. We kissed Bali goodbye, the land of paradise and rightfully so!

Until more travel adventures :)

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

The power of freedom!

“Jane, be still; don't struggle so like a wild, frantic bird, that is rending its own plumage in its desperation." "I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being, with an independent will; which I now exert to leave you.” 
- Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre

Freedom is powerful. It is exhilarating. It imparts the powerful feeling that you can do anything you wish to!

The moment you step off a plane into a brand new city, no one telling you how to live life,where no one knows you and where you can recreate your own existence. When you have the freedom of life.

The feeling of looking at your credit card statement and seeing a big fat zero. The feeling of submitting that last paper, knowing you're done with school. The moment when you step off the stage after a big speech/presentation. When you have the freedom from burden.

The freedom of hopping into your bicycle and biking anywhere you want to. The ability to choose the place you want to eat. The freedom of dropping all obligations and hopping off to a favourite destination with a close person. When you have the freedom of taking control.

It feels nice when I can exercise the right to control my life, where I can have my say in the grand scheme of things, where I have the freedom to pursue life. In a pensive mood, I realise that I don't always value this freedom. It is indeed a gift that is denied to thousands : So many women who are suppressed, tortured and denied the freedom to express an opinion , so many children who are forced into labour at a tender age when they should be hopping away merrily under bright skies. We have a friend in her 20s as a part-time helper and she is about to be married off to a man she has never talked to. She awaits her impending doom, a life in the confines of a family she doesn't know. She wants to learn, earn and make a mark in this world. But she cannot, merely because of the destiny of fate into which she was born into.

So what happens when one searches for freedom but can't quite reach it? Escape. The feel-good, sometimes-futile temporary replacement for freedom. Just like my maid indulges in guilty pleasures of soap opera watching, just like the small tea-boy secretly collects newspapers in tea-shops to read at night, just like young bored working professionals escape into the internet rabbit hole in the hopes of intellectual fulfilment and world knowledge.

It's a long walk to true freedom. Until then, escapism offers bootstrap solutions!

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Where does trust come from?

I just love it when Seth Godin conveys a great thought in a succinct manner. Here is one of my favourites:

Reblogged from Seth Godin's blog :

Trust never comes from the good times and from the easy projects. We trust people because they showed up when it wasn't convenient, because they told the truth when it was easier to lie and because they kept a promise when they could have gotten away with breaking it. Every tough time and every pressured project is another opportunity to earn the trust of someone you care about.

Friday, April 18, 2014

Been there,done that!

If I am granted one wish, I would ask for a time-turner, like the one Hermione gets in Harry Potter which wonderfully enables her to experience two lives at once. On one hand, I love my life away from home and the sense of freedom and individuality that it brings, but on the other hand I crave for the familiarity and the sense of belonging that comes with home. Everyday , an unknown hand feeds me . I sleep in an unfamiliar bed and I wake up to realize that I am miles away from my home,where my heart really is. My dearest ones at home lead a different reel of life altogether. I hear stories, anecdotes but I am almost often not there to share their experiences. But then I realize...

Life is all about the “What ifs”. What if I had chosen the other University? What if I had a different childhood? What if I had gone on that exchange programme? But isn’t it wonderful to stop thinking, take all the opportunities that life brings,venture out of your comfort zone and look back and say “Been there, done that”?

Without all these,life becomes a routine, a wheel-spin that you wake up to every morning. I don’t know whether it’s just the thought of turning 21 in an hour or it’s just one of those routine midnight revelations. Through these 21 years, if there is one thing that I have learnt , it is that life is not about success or failure, the black or the white. It is the greyish area that threads the middle. Isn't it better to take chances, have a few scars and watch them heel rather than have a smooth skiing that whither in half of the time?

I say yes, yes to all the opportunities that life brings my way! Here's to a crazy adulthood!