Tujhse hi to mili hai rahat Tu hi to meri hai chahat Tujhse hi to judi zindagi
Teri yadein hai kuch adhoori Saans aadhi hai kuch hai puri
Aankhon mein hai kaisi, ye nami
Mera mann... kehne laga....Paas aake na tu door jaa
Choone de...honth tere...Zara saason mein apni basa!!!
Mann bahut kuch chahta hai, kabhi chand to kabhi sitaare..........
par falak mei rehne wale.......hum dharti ki dhool aap tak kahan pahonch payenge...
My parents search for a SIL has landed me on to blogger world.....thanks Mr perfect....you deserve this credit......am a writer now (???).
From quirky dentist to feline hotelier.....i 've known enough to compile my chronicles into "Men & mentality". Yes a medico writing chronicles of shaadi..........
Away from crowning, syntocin, defib, AF ....no thats not Jaipur gems & jewels, its our regular medico mantras....jis ka jaap hum raat din karte rehte hai......juggling to & fro, life & dreams........
Dreams are what keeps the pulse on, heart to beat, brain to think, senses to tickle........sometimes they are weired & others lovely as hell.....but not all dreams see the light of the day......they are best to be left in the safety locker of mammillary body (part of brain concerned with memory).
As children we are spoon fed with the fantasy of prince charming riding on a white horse, who rescues the princess........we grow up hoping to find him one day........Mr perfect, in the picture perfect adobe photoshop facebook status......................
This damsel in distress awaits to end the ordeal of groom search..........
From the handsome dentist (hmmm) , just as i was thinking he's the one , bakra opened his mouth to mince words..........God he sounds like a girl. To the hotelier from Dubai.......( life to set hogayi yar) aisa maine mann mei socha tha.........phir janab ki photo ayi...........OMG!!! he's surounded with cats.......no no he's not Feline Steve irwing but has sent pics with his 3cats...........of which i could hardly see his silhouette.........
Tell me Oh Khuda! what wrong have i done to be in this selection committee.......i would rather be the player knocking out in the arena..........than be looking up at every other Tom Dick & Harry's profile.......
Wish i could hold on to breezy cold dreamy nights forever..... change has to happen and life moves ahead.
But i am stuck....fevicol ka jodh lagta hai....aisa hi kuch.
Mummy darling has'nt stopped searching, wakes up every night to check whether am on shaadi.com.......i quickly scroll back to shaadi....
Mom: hmmm... koi mila, please accept karlo....kitno ko reject karogi....rani roopmati
Don't laugh yes am Rani roopmati now, who rejects every other guy and finally ends up marrying a random jerk who shows one morn. Scary........yes dear parents are conspiring to tie me up and force me to utter KUBOOL HAI.
Mera shatir dimag bahut chalta hai ( aisa mai sochti hoon)....par ab sare nuskhey fail ho rahe hai....
If i had, only if....had dated ,cheated, flirted.... would'nt have to face this ordeal.......
But i have'nt....so uzma face kar, yahi zindagi hai....
Teri yadein hai kuch adhoori Saans aadhi hai kuch hai puri
Aankhon mein hai kaisi, ye nami
Mera mann... kehne laga....Paas aake na tu door jaa
Choone de...honth tere...Zara saason mein apni basa!!!
Mann bahut kuch chahta hai, kabhi chand to kabhi sitaare..........
par falak mei rehne wale.......hum dharti ki dhool aap tak kahan pahonch payenge...
My parents search for a SIL has landed me on to blogger world.....thanks Mr perfect....you deserve this credit......am a writer now (???).
From quirky dentist to feline hotelier.....i 've known enough to compile my chronicles into "Men & mentality". Yes a medico writing chronicles of shaadi..........
Away from crowning, syntocin, defib, AF ....no thats not Jaipur gems & jewels, its our regular medico mantras....jis ka jaap hum raat din karte rehte hai......juggling to & fro, life & dreams........
Dreams are what keeps the pulse on, heart to beat, brain to think, senses to tickle........sometimes they are weired & others lovely as hell.....but not all dreams see the light of the day......they are best to be left in the safety locker of mammillary body (part of brain concerned with memory).
As children we are spoon fed with the fantasy of prince charming riding on a white horse, who rescues the princess........we grow up hoping to find him one day........Mr perfect, in the picture perfect adobe photoshop facebook status......................
This damsel in distress awaits to end the ordeal of groom search..........
From the handsome dentist (hmmm) , just as i was thinking he's the one , bakra opened his mouth to mince words..........God he sounds like a girl. To the hotelier from Dubai.......( life to set hogayi yar) aisa maine mann mei socha tha.........phir janab ki photo ayi...........OMG!!! he's surounded with cats.......no no he's not Feline Steve irwing but has sent pics with his 3cats...........of which i could hardly see his silhouette.........
Tell me Oh Khuda! what wrong have i done to be in this selection committee.......i would rather be the player knocking out in the arena..........than be looking up at every other Tom Dick & Harry's profile.......
Wish i could hold on to breezy cold dreamy nights forever..... change has to happen and life moves ahead.
But i am stuck....fevicol ka jodh lagta hai....aisa hi kuch.
Mummy darling has'nt stopped searching, wakes up every night to check whether am on shaadi.com.......i quickly scroll back to shaadi....
Mom: hmmm... koi mila, please accept karlo....kitno ko reject karogi....rani roopmati
Don't laugh yes am Rani roopmati now, who rejects every other guy and finally ends up marrying a random jerk who shows one morn. Scary........yes dear parents are conspiring to tie me up and force me to utter KUBOOL HAI.
Mera shatir dimag bahut chalta hai ( aisa mai sochti hoon)....par ab sare nuskhey fail ho rahe hai....
If i had, only if....had dated ,cheated, flirted.... would'nt have to face this ordeal.......
But i have'nt....so uzma face kar, yahi zindagi hai....
Just as i think yes he's the one, pops up some cut out from no where......& God iirrrrrrrrrrr............ i get blamed for throwing away nearly Mr perfect...........
I would rather be single & enjoy my life & world, than be tied up to momma's choice betaji..........haanji mummiji...............
He's intelligent, smart, thinker, nutcracker, charmer, writer(A+), sensitive, sensible, orator, the perfect man of my dreams..................but am not made for him -
Tu hi bata aye dil tujhe samjhau kaise, Jise chahta hai tu use nazdeek lau kaise.
Yunto har tamanna har ehsas hai wo meri , magar us ehsas ko ye ehsas dilau kaise....................
& i fight with destiny not to end up with a paper Fan ( jo har jhonke par dagmaga jaye).
"I did not find what I had been searching for............but on this pretext, I beheld the world.......
The one whom I searched for..........I did not disgrace you........
I myself became rependant; in this manner, I honored our vows of Love.
He whom i searched for............When I met him & where we separated, I don't recall.
Life, I only beheld you in dreams.........you from whom I searched.
What can I even tell you of my state?
I reconciled myself to the lonely journey of life...........
I did not find what I had been searching for..........but on this pretext ,I beheld the world........
The one I had been searching for.........."
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