Durgashtmi..... maa ka poojan

Woke up right on seven after sleeping three hours. Morning was beautiful and fresh. It was 'ashtami', the eighth day of the navratri. I took bath and got prepared for the 'ashtmi poojan'. D made 'chane' till I joined her in kichen, she then taught me how make 'halwa'. We later fried some 'poori's'. We dnt know people much here. And at this occasion we always give all this 'prasaad' in 'mandir'. D & I were quite unhappy from all this..... we people just love to make this stuff as per the customs. It was the very first time when we got some 'kanya's ' in our home. J brought them as he went downstairs to bring some change and some other stuff from a local market. The happiness was visible on D's face. It was all fun. She poured some water on each of their feet and cleaned them. And one by one all the customs were followed. J brought some cold drinks and he served them as well. All the things settled very well.

They all left home with lots of blessings. Everyone was very happy. D & I then opened our fast with the same 'prasaad' . Then we all went to sleep after a while.

As I went to bed I was little tensed about a draft. It was an urgent thing but I really don't want to go outside in the scorching sun and on the other hand I was feeling sleepy. Asked P about this but he was somewhere outside and we decided to talk later. Called another friend but nothing happened. Then I fell asleep. I received a call from a friend, A and he asked me about my status of draft and I asked him to do that for me. Slept again!

Read a text when I got up, it says, "draft done". I was so happy and for a while I swayed away by thoughts.

Received a call in the evening from my best of best friends, G, and we talked for a while as she was leaving for Shri Nagar in next 24 hours. I was so happy to talk to her.

It was quite boring in the evening as I was in no mood to read anything. Evening was leaving us when I asked for some ice-cream and then we left home for it. As the car moved I started gazing at the gaint sky. All I could see was a glittering star. Its like the star needs no one. He could stand all alone for itself and could enfolds all the attraction in the world. It became more beautiful when car turned right and it enables me to see the moon. It was a little more than half. It was so amazing.

Chocolate pleasure was the name of the ice cream which I chose. We bought two of them. I enjoyed the chocolate with great pleasure. We finished our ice-creams and while returning to home we visited 'Durga poojan'. The idol of 'Maa Durga' was looking so beautiful. The white shining background was adding some more beauty to it. We took the blessings and left her with our prayers. There was a funcion going over there. Little girls were dancing beautifully wearing traditional dresses on a song which we never heard. We took a plate of chowmin, while another and last dance performance. As we came outside I bought a pair of swords, blue and red.

It was all a cute sort of day.

:) :)

Down the memory lane

Evening of Sep. 14, 10 has become an unforgettable eve for me.

We left home for my sister's bestfrnd's marriage in the evening. J drove to Shalimar bagh, we asked for the particular location and reached up there. We were there on the clock as all the 'baaratis' were about to reach the place. D & I hunted for the beautiful bride in the 'Punjabi Bhavan'. And finally after lots of efforts we got the right room and we rushed through it. The bride was looking amazingly beautiful. Her blood red outfit and jewelry which seemed to be heavier than her, was looking superb. Thin golden wires was building lovely designs and vines on her outfit and the blushy make-up and arms & palms covered with 'mehandi' were completing the entire look of this Indian Bride.

Then, we stayed with her and got clicked in some pics.

P, the bride, and D, they became best friends when our families stayed in the same flat. The place where I was born and brought up. Its near Ashok Vihar, Delhi. They lived on the ground floor and we had first floor as our home. The two families had good relations and even now we people keep in touch.

It was a great event and a big one as well. The wedding was so cute & calm though there were many guests. Children were the best part of the place. They were roaming with the invisible guns in their hands all over the place and acted as they are the greatest soldiers and were shooting each other.

After all this, J, D & I went upstairs to stuff our faces. There, I found my damn fav. meal of the marriages, 'chole-chawal'. It has been the most favorite food for a long time, when it comes to marriages. I enjoyed the meal and ate vanilla ice-cream as well.

The time when we took bid farewell from the marriage, I bought a huge orange balloon, shaped classically spherical. Driving back to home we decided to visit my childhood home, my first home. It was still a shabby place with shanty houses, narrow lanes and dirty managements. It was all

same. Some minor changes were visible like the 'mandir' in the so-called park has grown big, covered little more land.

Park, it was no more that looking park in which we used to play at night. Played, roamed, had rides, spreads seeds for plants, brought bricks from there, lit fire in winter evenings by stealing card-board papers & kerosene oil from neighbors and got wounded innumerous times. It was all filled with dirty water, plotted there due to heavy showers in Delhi, this year. After clicking a snapshot of our old house we walked back. Saw the cycle-stand, where we hired cycles many times just @ 2rs. for an hour. Exchanged with friends by making fool of them.

J drove the car as usual, D was on the passenger seat and I was on the back seat with my balloon... :P . On our way back we saw the height of river Yamuna, J clicked some photos of 'purana pul'. My Dad, D & I used to pass over it whenever we visited our taiji's place. It fascinates me a lot. Its all made of iron or steel something and entirely covered with it & I just love it more when I hear the shrilling noises of train. The railway track was on the roof of it. Lots of sounds merge together when coaches of train passes over it.

Forgot to mention earlier that I saw one of my schools, SKV, Ashok Vihar. The school in which a 'kutta' boy, who was basically sitting with me(very sweet & innocent gal) in my exams, had told the teacher about my cheating paper. It was really a tough time, but managed somehow and planned to beat him up after the exam. The brat ran away and I missed the chance. After that I never used any cheating paper ever in my life, "Kutta ladka".......huh!!!

I met my first standard school teacher in the wedding as we entered. They all gave us a warm welcome. The lady is the first cousin of the bride. She was so changed that i didn't even recognized her at her first look. Got to know about it later by D. And we met our ex- neighbors also. There was aunty, and two of her sons. Aunty so grown old and pale. And the sons were grown more than they are suppose to. Whatever but I was feeling so nice to meet them.

So piling up the evening in my words, Im feeling so good. It was all so inexpressibly great. I ate my best meal of childhood and it was same in taste (one of the best part), bought balloon, visited my childhood home, my school, met neighbors, met my teacher (who once told me a story of chocolate house during class) and that bridge. All of these things made the voyage unforgettable. Lovely Life.

"Dont feel sad about all your lost things in the past instead think that future might bring them back, even for a while one day, someday."

So live life everyday, in every way!!!

Love your life & Stay Happy..... :)

Cheers:)