Around the World in 12 Photos

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Pack your virtual bags and join us on a turbo trip from Bangkok to Brisbane and from Kolkata to Los Angeles (with a few stops in between) as we explore the wonders of the street photography tag on WordPress.com. Be sure to fasten your seatbelt and review the in-flight safety features of our turbocraft before we taxi for takeoff.

First stop, a market seller in Bangkok, Thailand, courtesy of Majawi Images.

BANGKOK, THAILAND: Market Seller 1, Bangkok from Majawi Images BANGKOK, THAILAND: Market Seller 1, Bangkok from Majawi Images

Next up, Los Angeles, California, and Donald Barnat‘s photo of insouciant street youth, entitled, “Forever 21.”

LOS ANGELES, USA: Forever 21 by Donald Barnat. LOS ANGELES, USA: Forever 21 by Donald Barnat

Over in New York City is “Out of the Shadows” by Shawn Escoffery.

NEW YORK CITY Out of the Shadows by Shawn Escoffery NEW YORK CITY: Out of the Shadows by Shawn…

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Random/Rapid/Rhapsodic Rendezvous

“Ouch…” I stumbled upon my shopping bags which had fallen on the floor due to the momentum of collision. It was a hectic day for me, though most girls are famous for being shopaholic, I never fall into that group. I hate shopping and today I was forced to do the same. For the past four hours I have been tailing my mother and sister through almost all shops in the mall, courtesy to my sister’s upcoming engagement and to top it all I want to carry those bags to our car, all alone. My frustration was reaching its peak and to push it further some idiot had found it interesting to knock me. Gaining my balance, I looked at the fallen mess wide eyed, how can this day become any more worse? Whoever it was, definitely going to have a piece of my mind. Soothing the pain on my forehead with my right hand, I raised my eyes from the floor scattered with the shopping, only to stare into a pair of chocolate brown eyes, eyes calm like an ocean- vast and deep, all I wanted is to jump into its depth and seek the wealth beneath it.

At once my heart missed a beat, I stared at those handsome orbs for one entire minute, or two or more, I don’t know. I was stunned and spellbound, literally. Did I see a smirk? Yes, of course and that brought me back on Earth. The initial shock was soon replaced with fury. “How dare you?” my outburst was silenced by an incredibly husky “Excuse Me?” A wave of pleasure washed through my body, I was finding difficulty to breathe and stood there baffled. Who is this man and what’s wrong with me? He was staring at me as if I were an alien. “If you are done with your staring spree, just apologize.” I couldn’t believe my ears, audacity of this man. All my fantasies of his eyes and voice died in a moment. I will take anything but a high-headed man. “Why should I? As far as I can see things you are the one to apologize, now for two things” He raised an eyebrow and I should explain to this duffer. “Firstly for knocking me and secondly for ill treating a lady.” I squared my shoulders giving a dramatic effect. He chuckled like I was saying the funniest thing on Earth. I just didn’t like his attitude. “What about having a tea with me” he paused staring at my eyes “as an apology.” I was bewildered would be an understatement. What is this man?

“You can woo stupid girls with those stupid ideas, but not the intelligent ones. For that you want to work hard, Mister, and prove yourself. Bye the way, I don’t think boys care for brain when they court, brain has no part in liking a girl, it’s all about how ho…” I stopped in mid-sentence, gawking like a fool. WOW!! Did I say that? Did I just lecture a stranger? You are a lost case. He stared at me as if I am an alien and all I wanted was the earth to open up and take me. How I always brilliantly end in such embarrassing situations.

Meandering Thoughts…

I hate me. A regular thought as in my breath. I am used to these self taunts. Yes, I am a masochist. I want to change and that is my answer for those who ask me why. Yes, I was happy there, in your league. I never belonged here and never will be. Now what is that making me to slow down in my path of redemption. I don’t know, well I hardly tried to know. There it is, my weakness mocking me. Laziness and Stubbornness. One day I am going to pay for this big time and I am very well aware of the bitter truth. Tasting my own medicine, I am standing here and the corridors of this devastated building never helping me in my dilemma. They are closing around suffocating me to death. These dark corridors are ending and thus my steps. Staring ahead I gauged the immensity of the wall blocking my path. The mammoth wall is stopping me as if a reminder of my life, a deadlock. Those days are gone when I used to panic at trivial things, but never fancied a day would come when I will be indifferent to grievous ones. That startled me, terribly. Now there is only a way out, I should back off. Return to where I began. Ignore all those voices beyond this wall, the calls of my beloved ones. And I am back to square one. Again don’t ask me the same question, why. Such a nagging one, I never wanted to answer that and don’t insist me, at least after this. Now the confusions and some sympathies and again the faces which are aghast by realization or the ever killing indifference, I can’t bear any of your reactions.

Many decades are going to pass like this, without any clue. No one can comprehend my words or my deeds. And I never took any pain to enlighten others, it’s not my job.  My job is all together a different thing. The moment I understood is past and the moment I am going to act is far away. This incomprehensive way of talking is something I connect to myself, often boasting and sometimes contented. That is how you are going to swirl round and round in a well, well no offence to those dimwits. Gathering the shredded pieces of my sanity, I force myself to ponder over this insanity. Well said me, well done indeed and the surprise element should poke you when it is not like this, because it is all normal here.

Like everything else in my life, the silence in me too has the element of audacity, I am the girl who dares to dare. And like that it goes, my silence, until it is broken by an impatient groan followed by a low swearing under his breath. ‘This girl is definitely going to be my end’. Really? I too wonder often how we are together this long, very long indeed that this had been like a miraculous achievement on the light of our endless differences. Or his infamous opposite attracts funda, whatever it is, I hardly give a hoot. Still, that single sentence out of his mouth will take me off-guard and I will give up, ending in him. No other explanations but I am a weirdo. I will find that so called haven in him and I swear on God, he knows that and definitely enjoys my impuissance.

Nuances of Love

My eternal affinity for variety or the aftermath of V day, either way I am writing about Love, once again. Remember my lament about a rather barren-slash-nonexistent love in my life?  After writing that post I did a serious cerebration on the same and I am surprised by the depth of my own thoughts, there were times when I couldn’t pull myself out of them. This is going to give me some you-are-impossible looks and skeptical eyebrow-raisings, but I should say this. I did a miniscule research on Love. #feeling_sheepish. Trust me, I did and trust me again, it was highly befuddling. Love is definitely an overrated word, and feelings too. So, I decided to help it out. A subtle version, sort of… Since Love is a cosmopolitan affair, I would stick to one of its shades, Romance. And as I said in the previous post, this entire thesis will be written from my mind, not from my heart.

“I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him”, Stephenie Meyer, Twilight. This sentence is too good to be real. I mean, I never want to offend all those deeply-in-love claimers but I believe such things will happen only in fantasies.

Love, essentially, can be defined by seven solid words. They are Acceptance, Trust, Loyalty, Care, Compatibility, Desire and Forgiveness. All these seven entities are combined together in the right proportions to obtain the greatest synergy in the world, just like the way seven colors combine to form light. It is the truest, bravest, strongest and the most beautiful power ever known to mankind. Permutations and combinations of these entities will give you different nuances of love.

Tumhi Ho Bandhu…

The inspiration for the below post, apart from my wayward thoughts, is this beautiful song I fell in love the very first time I heard it.

Yaara tere sadke.. Ishq sikha..
Main toh aayi jag tajh ke.. Ishq sikha..
Jab yaar kare parwah meri
Mujhe kya parwah iss duniya ki
Jag mujhpe lagaaye pabandhi
Main hoon hi nahi iss duniya ki
Tumhi din chadhe
Tumhi din dhale
Tumhi ho bandhu
Sakha tumhi..

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Valentine’s Day Special: Teach me to love, the way the world do.

Leaning forward, resting my hands on the windowsill, I stared at the vehicles zooming east and west. Just like that, thoughts zoomed in my head. And then I stumbled on one of them, a fleeing one. Valentine’s Day. A sudden thrill rushed through my spine. I frowned. What do I have to do with that anyway? Let’s write something. A voice echoed from inside my head. Seriously? My mind had finally lost it. I, for one, writing on love will be nothing less than jeopardy. Let’s try. I rolled my eyes. Where is this getting me in to. Heaven. Heaven? I switched on my laptop finally surrendering to my weirdo mind. It is time I have some fun and for the first time I am writing something for this day. Rubbing my hand together I started to attack the keyboard.

‘I love you.’ You will hear me saying the three words once in a blue moon. Now before anyone come and mark me as uncompassionate and unromantic, I would like to defend myself. I am a bit reserved and somewhat shy to express my feelings so openly. Love. It should be felt, without being declared, before being confirmed or even after being denied. Albeit I find it quite unnecessary to shout out the love, there is this truth I can’t help but admit that even if I wish I couldn’t say, so freely, those three words. It’s not because I am hardhearted but I don’t get its meaning often. Love for me is not from heart. It is from mind. And you ask me how one can love from mind?

 I am neither a giver nor a gainer of love. I mean the ishq wala love. I don’t know what that thing is. Poor me. In all these 24 years of my life I seldom had the luck to experience that. And now, I need to.. I want to know that love, which the world knows, which the people go crazy for, which the poets wrote verses on, which man preached. Teach me how to love, the way the world loves.

Oops. This was not what I intended to write. Since I ended up with this mess and all I am left with is an ounce of energy to get up and walk to my bed, I am posting this.

Happy Valentine’s Day to all in Love, out of Love.

Milestone Musing

I am happy. I am sad. I am guilty. I am confused. Period.

I am happy for everything had turned out to be good. I am sad for nothing is good for anymore.  I am guilty for my own reasons I seldom wish to share. And I am confused for being clueless of what next.

What not next? Anything can happen in my life. Recently my life has turned out to be quite drastic and random with lots of drama. There was a time I would welcome this episode with great zeal but not now. Hitherto the roller coaster ride of events had taken its toll on me, finally. I feel more like a zombie and less like a Muhsina. So? *shrugging my shoulders* What’s the difference anyway? *tongue in cheek* I do enjoy mocking myself, at times, and at times, mocked by someone else.

La la la la la …. My own version of victory song. *once more* La la la la la …. After a long break I am back at my blog business. Some beautiful days are passed, plainly, freely, fairly and empty. I was totally blank and couldn’t write a single sentence. The stress, the workload, the deadlines, the mess is back and here I am all ‘let’s-write-something-baby’ mood. It sounds like I need to be all stressed and worked out to touch that creativity nerve.

I was not lying when I said I was happy. My first semester MTech results came out and I am safe. And about the sadness and the rest of feelings I have mentioned.. oops.. I hardly have the time to explain. I mean, tomorrow is internals of my mini project. I should be doing some serious revisions. So to say… what to say? I quit for now.

Hurrah! Post

Yesterday was the first anniversary of my blog. Congrats to me. Patting my own back for my success, I stop a second to wonder how I existed this long. I being a work-shy it is a serious question. Never mind. I am here and enjoying this to the fullest. Thanks to wordpress for this platform, it was a great experience over here. Thank you my dear hubby for reading and criticizing me, I would prefer a thanksgiving session in person. Thanks to every biotic and abiotic things that fall in the category ‘aided-me-in-my-mission’. Last but not the least, thank God for your gifts.

Nettlesome Affair

Caution: Highly incoherent contents ahead, Read at your own risk.

I am vexed. Thanks to my forthcoming semester exams. I know, with a savvy of great exactitude, that the incredulously insane rate of my sane thoughts are par with the margin of human forbearance, then what will be like dealing with a nettled Muhsina. A curious cat is always welcomed here but don’t get killed in these boondocks and don’t accuse me for lack of warnings. You are FAIRLY WARNED.

Prolonged intake of anything will push you over the edge of your bearings, even if it be the greatest quest of all times, the quest for knowledge. This is not some baba’s vachan, but rendition of my own mentation. Cued by the adage, my ears started steaming, literally, and am I expecting anything less after the five continuous hours of mugging up some celebrated theories in Computer Science. Poor played out me.

Playing with words is something like catharsis to me. The pent up tension is inversely proportional to the words I write. Or on a fun note, I don’t need tequila shots or booze to get a high on, it’s all a matter of few paragraphs. It’s tripping. Penning, my personal LSD.

I am neither extolling nor flaunting. The things I remarked in the previous paragraph are true and here is the proof for that, right in front of your eyes. Recall my state at the beginning of this page, I was vexed and look at me now, I already made a fun note. LOL. The things happen to me in a span of 300+ words. @taking a long breath, very much needed. The purpose is served, yes, for the commencement of this prose and now celebrating my success (mentally doing a gangnam style) I am very much relaxed and composed. Compiling my student’s possession of a concentration I am diving back to my exam preparations with an elated spirit and confidence. Wish me luck. Good Bye. See You.

NaNoWriMo 2013: Want to Write a Novel?

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It’s just a few days until November, and you know what that means: National Novel Writing Month, better known ’round these parts as NaNoWriMo, is near.

Have you always wanted to write a novel?

We know some of you have been waiting all year for this month! For those of you who are new to this project, here’s the gist:

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