On a fluffy green cloud

She was lying on her belly, alone in her little spot of sunshine, next to where the two hedges met. It was her tiny kingdom, secluded from the rest of the world by the earphones that were plugged into her ears. Her long black hair fell all around her, forming a veil from prying eyes.
A book lay open before her, its pages rippling in the light breeze, as she lay there day dreaming, wrapped in the soothing warmth of sun's golden blanket.
An empty bottle of dew stood next to her crumpled green bag, shining like a wizard's emerald staff.
The few drops she had spilled were glittering still, like a magical potion on earth's soft green carpet.
One leg was raised up in the air, dancing a ballet in time to the rhythm of Enrique crooning "I can be your hero baby...". One big toe reached down to slide up the other leg, while the other lay knotted in the grass, playing with its tiny green tentacles, as they tickled her till she giggled...
The shadows from a near by tree creeped in, waging a silent war against the sun's warm rays, slowly gaining ground as they gobbled up her little kingdom.
But she was not worried. She knew that by the time they reach her, she would be long gone, and tomorrow, when she returned, the sun would have again swept back the black tendrils from her little spot by the hedge.
So she looked up at the tree and its big violet flowers and smiled as if greeting a long lost friend.

The song ended.. the sounds from without came crashing in ...
the shouts of the guys playing football on the other side of the hedge..
the giggling girls..
the crooning love birds..
and then it was Bryan Adams talking about that place "where angels fear to tread...", and she was back in her bubble, like a veil blown up by a sudden gust of wind and slowly fluttering back in place...
She raised her hand to her hair, and flinched, she hadn't realized how hot her hair had gotten in the sun's upside down furnace.
She closed her eyes and smiled, in spite of herself, resting her head on her hands, as they covered the yellowed pages of the book she had barely read... content.. soothed.. fulfilled..
soaking in these few minutes of heaven and stars in the sun, rising up on a fluffy green cloud... before she had to step off it, back into the screaming conspiring world where she had to live, but where she never belonged..

#Queen Bee#

PS: hey folks! I had an absolutely rocking budday and I really want to write about it, but I am sure all of you are a little fed up of reading about nothing else, so here is this little piece I wrote while lying alone in a back garden of my college canteen.. hope u enjoy it.. a full report of my big day is up next in a day or two.. till then its hugs kisses and buzzes from the queen bee adios :)

Mera budday aa gaya!!!! :D :D :D

yes yes yes.. just three hours to go.. the preparations have begun...
Got my unruly hair temporarily straighted in the evening :D :D :D
Got teased by 3 guys while walking back to the hostel :( :( :( ,
I don't know what my friends have in store for me, I have a feeling they have something really scary planned for me, last to last budday they pretended to be disinterested and all and didnt even get a cake and left me alone and made me cry and then surprised me with a rocking party half an hour late :D
Two of my friends have already wished me.. one by mistake(after all my reminders she actually managed to confuse it with 16th Grrhhhhhhh...!!) and the other one 'coz he won't be able to meet me tomorrow..
I have my digicam all charged and emptied.. after all its my last budday in college fotos-shotos to honi chiye :D..
The sea-green kurta I am wearing tomorrow is all crisp and tidy..
And my orkut status message reads : "mera budday aa gaya!!!! its my day 2mrw and i am the queen"

:sigh:
can't believe i am actually turning 21... not that I have any intention of growing up or letting go of my childish ways :D, but still, its a strange feeling, its like things are changing, so many old days kissing the sea like an orange sunset.. so many new surprises growing into a dawn..
new privileges new responsibilities.. as one friend pointed out.. I'll be eligible to stand for prime minister.. God save this nation if I ever decide to
exercise that right :D

any way coming back to the point.. mera budday aa gaya!!! :D :D :D
time for masti fun and loads of memories... with all these wonderful people around me and all the love they lavish on me.. it could be nothing short of special, bilkul queen bee style

and a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig thank you to all those people who read my blog and have already poured in their wishes
guys u have no idea how much this space and you mean to me..

Loads of special wala hugs kisses and buzzzes
love,

#queen bee#

Tryst with the sea..

The sand looked inviting, the white foam at peace,
as it came out to touch me, it was soft as fleece.

I saw the satin ribbons, disappear beneath my feet,
i saw myself through the eyes, of the ocean's wild fleet.

The sand the salt the warmth, the flowing cold,
they washed over me as I waded deeper, stronger, feeling bold.

A shiver of doubt, a moment of fear,
as the ocean claimed me, the green got near.

A spluttered breath, a useless struggle
a liquid scream, a solid gurgle.

and then.. then silence

The silence that only the thunderous sea holds,
as the waves crushed my ears, in a million folds.

The salt balmed my smoldering wounds,
the air rushed out, like chased hounds.

I was helpless, floating, defeated, tossed around,
and yet, never a sweeter victory had i ever found.

As i surrendered myself to the mercy of the sea,
I finally tasted the freedom that eluded me..
I finally tasted the freedom that eluded me..


PS: buzz buzz everyone.. the queen bee is back from her little break.. back from sun and sea.. back into the payjama clad, quilt covered, shivering world of Delhi..
sorry i am in a bit of a hurry today, have two tests snarling at me and haven't even started studying.. will be back tomorrow evening with a good sniff of the sea..

till then its hugs kisses and buzzes all the way..

#Queen Bee#

PPS: and by the way.. "MERA BUDDAY BAS AA HI GAYA!!! YUHOOOO!!!" :D :D :D

Dilli ab door nahi!! :D

Hello everybody!

Its February, and its that time of the year again..

Flowers.. Chocolates.. Truffle cake.. Gifts.. Partying.. Surprises.. aaah.. mmmmm... :sigh: :sigh:

No, I was not talking about the much hyped Valentine's Day
I don't really see much logic behind raising such a hue and cry over it..
I mean come to think of it,

For people in love, every day is a Valentine's day..
and for people not in love (like me!!), Valentine's day is just another day..
so what's the rush about eh?

Anyway, what i was talking about was my Big day bole to mera BUDDAY!!!, which falls on 17th of February, and I can barely contain my excitement. For those, who don't know me personally, and have been spared the torture of being reminded everyday of the coming event :D,
I am about the only person you'll find who gets sooooooo excited about her b'day..

My friends tell me that I am worse than a kid, to find out why..well, just read on.. :

Since December, every time I meet someone, and i mean anyone... my friends, their parents, bf's, gf's, grand parents, aunts, uncles etc. etc... I manage to somehow steer the conversation towards the fact that my b'day is coming!!

I have given in to shocking everyone, by exclaiming in the middle of a studying/sleeping/crying/laughing/
whatever-else-its-possible-for-a-room-full-of-people-to-do room, something like
"mera b'day ane wala hai!!! yippiiieee!!!"

Every time we are in the middle of celebrating anyone's B'day, I have an uncanny habit of bringing up my b'day again with a "mera b'day ane wala hai!!! yippiiieee!!!" and a worse still ,"mere budday pe to hum ye karenge, mere budday pe to hum wo karenge"

I keep reminding all my friends that my favourite flavour in cake is chocolate truffle, and if they dare get anything else for my b'day.. well they are dead

I have been hounding my friends to get their minds to work, and to start planning my budday and have been threatening them to either come up with some biiiiiiiiig surprise and something really special and imaginative, or else.. GRHHH..!!..

I spent one whole night looking for a good b'day counter for my blog and put this one up a few days ago for the whole world to see.

I got scolded by the warden recently for scribbling on my room's wall.. I am sure you would have guessed what the inscription read, yes you were right, it was "Umang's B'day-- 17th February :D"

and the list continues.. and now that its coming closer, I can hardly sit for a minute without fantasizing about it.. :sigh: :sigh: ..
I am going to get my hair straightened.. get a brand new dress .. hang out with my friends.. get loads of snaps clicked.. and just be a princess :D :D :D

By the way what triggered this post was the fact that it was my friend's b'day today and we all went to Select City Walk in Saket.. it was awesome to say the least.. we all had a blast.. sat in one of these tent like things on the terrace, put cake all over the b'day boy's face, complete with a red cherry on his nose(a lady walking past our tent actually got her baby daughter to come and look at him, telling her that he was a clown.. after that we had kids peeking into our tent every few minutes trying to catch a glimpse of the "clown" :D :D), had some great food, though the chilly chicken was way below par(well u can't have everything now, can u??), did loads of window shopping :D and finished it off with pics next to the wonderful fountains..
aaah and yes how can i forget the whole group singing off key at the top of our voices all the way back to the hostel..
in one sentence.. "it was pure undiluted FUN!!.."
I hope my budday is just as much fun.. hehe..

Phew!!! now that's what I call a really long, really vella post.. but who cares?? I am happy today and vaise bhi.. "mera budday ane wala hai!!!!" ;) :D :D :D

love, luck, loads of hugs kisses and buzzes!!

#queen bee# :D :D

PS: By the way I love surprises, am a real sucker for imaginative ones, so if any one of you want to give me some.. i would love it!! hehe.. see there i go again :D

A Lover.. or..

I saw you winking down at me,
enticing tempting scaring me..
With a twinkle of your eye,
you seemed to invite me to fly..
You promised to give me the ride of my life,
comfort and pleasure and freedom from all strife..
Zooming up zipping around,
dipping in and out of every cloud..
The symphony of your voice i could hear,
clearer every second as you drew near..
With a mischievous grin and a teasing whistle,
you left my senses in a tussle..
Alas! your speed soon took you out of my sight,
gone you were in a jiffy, my airplane in the night..




love luck hugs and looooooooads of kisses *muaah* *muaah*

and yes of course a truck full of buzzzzzzzesssss!!!

#queen bee# :D :D :D

PS: will surely reply to all the comments of that depressing post i wrote yesterday.. but today i really am neither in the mood nor do i have time.. please bear with me :D

I don't have a title for this one..call it what u like..

I have seen the beach make love to the sea
I have seen the light dance a tango with a stream

I have seen the wind kiss a solitary leaf
I have seen the bee being a devilish thief

I have felt the care of an unseen hand
I have felt God in a grain of sand

I have seen innocence being sold
as the price for a love gone cold

I have seen the power of a single look
I have felt the taste of a delicious book

I have felt the breath of ice
I have heard the sun's silent voice

I have gotten drunk on the wine called life
and been stabbed by its vicious knife

I have felt the world go round as i stood still
many a secret i have seen the universe spill..


Every moment, every second..
I have seen my heap grow
good, bad, old, new..I don't know..
..This is me...and my treasure trove..


PS: I request all those who read it to please include a title of your choice for this poem in the comments urf plashes section..i would love to know what this says to you
take care :)

PPS: by the way, on popular request..i have decided to award an award for the best title(the one that speaks the most to me..) from among all those left behind in the comments section..the result would be announced on the 2nd of January, 2008 in the comments section of this post. The awarded would get something special from my end(i still haven't decided what that would be so..keep guessing :D).
In order to help me judge i request u to kindly include an explanation behind the title yo chose to give this.
thank you people
love and luck

#umang# :)

once again..i am exuberant tonight...

i am flying high
high high..
as the highest sky
reaching out for that elusive star
falling through that rain drenched cloud
catching a wiff of the wind in my hair
smelling the sweet scents of newly wet clay
higher and higher i rise in the sky
playing in the air like that colourful kite
twisting and turning with no strings attached
no master to pull me down, no puppeteer to make me dance
i prance around on my own wild tune
whistle and hum my own crazy songs
i am shining tonight with my own dark light
once again...i am exuberant tonight..

#umang# :) :)

Short sabbatical it was...but worth every minute :)

Well, not much of a sabbatical it was..was it?? :)
a mere three days..yes...but a mere three days sometimes make
such a big difference to everything

by the way, let me warn you before hand..this post is
entirely without my characteristic word plays and poetic
twists..
so those who read my blog for my abstract posts and pain
drenched notes..
well, this might be a bit of a disappointment

for a change i just want to write something simple and direct :)
well where do i start
ah yes..why am i back so soon
have i already found myself
NO
i am still looking..but i think i am on the right track, finally!! :)

life had been..err..well..a little too dead these last few months..

but now i am resuscitating it..trying to get back to being that
not so serious, fun to chat with, up for any adventure,
sometimes bitchy, sometimes crappy, often insane, romantic
idiot, who had once smiled back at me from the mirror...

well i have decided life has been manhandling me long enough..
but just like every dog..(*err bitch :D ) has her day..
its my time..to show life what i can do in return..
so i am all set to kick life back into shape..

time to show it, i can be happy carefree and exuberant without
any help from it :)

i am rekindling my curiosity..reviving my spirit

i have my lessons too.. still love people..still start caring for
everyone i talk to..but i don't trust that easily anymore..
i might still be a romantic..
but i know i won't give my heart away too easily this time round..
i am more careful now..don't believe every word
said to me anymore

i am scarred and have knelt and been defeated and hav
bitten the dust..
but i am rising again..all set to get up..dust the grime off
and walk away, proud of my scars..proud to have put up a fight..
and ready for more..

yes, i am trying to be umang again..not that moping depressed
sallow creature..who had no self respect..a mere beggar...
a defeated soul..a scatter brain..
who had nothing to think about except her losses..
nothing to write about except piteous poems and odes to what
had been or could have been..who had forgotten what it was like
to be curious about life again..to question again..
to laugh without fearing the impending tears..

so these last three days i have been rediscovering what it is like,
to wander the streets alone..looking at houses in the lane and
imagining what mine would look like one day..

getting lost on purpose..just to find some new park or street or
unknown haunt, where i can sit unnoticed, eating a red pack
of bingo mad angles coupled with a coke and accompanied
by my favourite songs, blocking out every unwanted sound
or thought, playing on my faithful cellphone mah red and white
nokia 5300 (muuuah!!)

unravelling again the joy of clicking away like crazy with my phone's
camera.. everything from twisted trees to puppy litters..from fallen
leaves to kids sitting on their balconies

re-experiencing what it is like to turn around and look at the
little street child laying with a broken tire by the dusty road
in front of the construction site, where his mother probably laboured..
to smile at him and to feel your heart lift with amazement and joy
(comparable, in a less sensual way, to the kind of ecstasy you feel
when you dip your spoon into the pure dark chocolate sauce at the
bottom of Haldiram's HCF and put it slowly in your mouth..feeling
the soft sweetness with just that right tint of tempting bitterness..
invading the privacy ofevery hidden dark corner of your mouth
teasing you and making you go mmm...:sighhhhhhhhh:
uhm uhm..coming back to the topic..), when he smiles back at you
and waves with a grin on his face and vulnerability in those
innocent puppy eyes..

reliving the pleasure of standing on the bed with my eyes closed
and jumping..(err dancing :D) away to glory

and i don't know so much more..i am trying again to live life
in moments..
a smile here a guffaw there..a tear forgotten..drowned in swirls
of laughter..
that's life..

moments..memories..lessons..mistakes..experience..innocence..
reality..dreams..
and i am ready to live them all again :)