Happiness in Death

I will be happy if she dies,
I wish I could kill her with my own hands,
I will thank god if she dies.

I will be happy if she dies,
not because I hate her but because I love her.
I love her so much that I can't see her suffer the curse of this life.
I will be happy to see her die than to see her cry.

Death is sad indeed I don't deny,
to see the body without its real owner,without it's soul.
Her soul,a very beautiful soul,
her face,her always smiling face,
her eyes,she had glitters in her eyes,
the sight of a known would maker them shine,
her hands that held me tight,
that taught me things,
her mouth that always had the most wise advice to shout,
her heart,her pure heart.

Yes I agree death is sad,
I will cry at the sight of her death but I will be happy.

Happy because she has now found her peace,
a place in heaven am sure,
because I know that's the only place where angels reside.

I wish I had strength to kill her as now she has no strength to live,
I wish I had strength to kill her cause that will be a gift.

Death is sad they say,
yes it is sad indeed to see a body without it's soul,
but whats the point of that life,if she has already lost her soul.

She lost her soul when he THE ALMIGHTY,took away all that made her the person she was.
She died that day for us when he THE ALMIGHTY took her soul but not her life.
And now its just her body and our efforts to bring back or maintain those few traces  of her soul that he was KIND enough to leave for us as a taunt.

For now,death doesn't seem sad in her case.

It will be a sunset for us but a sunrise for her.
I know as on earth she was our guiding light,
in heaven she will be our guardian angel.

I will be happy of she dies,
not because I hate her but because I love her so.

Felt like God

Pottery
The only time you feel like God!
He rotates the world,we rotate the wheel.
He makes us,we make something.
They say he used earth to create us so did we...

German Graffiti

Germany Through My lens

Three colors of the season-Red,Green and Yellow

If the Guard sleeps then the thief is alert

Old Market Church 

Letter A in the sky by the Maschsee lake

Brandenburg Gate,Berlin

The Berlin Wall

Bunkers From WW II

Marienburg Castle

Our Mr.Right,The Right One

If you are my friend on facebook then till now with all my updates of status and photos you would know that my mami is a German.
Now after 15 years of their marriage,we guys never really look at the fact the she is not ''Indian'' and not that typical bahu or mami you would want.But now it doesn't matter and in this case she get a safe ground from my mama too who himself is not the typical mama,as he knows not even a single word of Hindi and also  considered himself American and not Indian.
His response to the manger at an Indian restaurant in Germany asking him if he was a Indian,while we guys were having dinner was that ''I was just born in India''.And then he pointed his finger at me saying that''am not but she is the real Indian''.And i continued talking to the manager in Hindi.

As i was saying that now its not a important thing for us to think about her nationality or religion and earlier also i didn't because is was too young to really think about it but others are always like ''oye your mami is a foreigner and even your cousins are like angraze''
Our family was very chilled out about the fact that my mama was getting married to a foreigner,nani was just more than glad that at least he is finally getting married.

That was our side of story and i wondered what my mami's parents thought.My mama was a foreigner to them and they just might have had a stereotype about us Indians and might have resisted their marriage.

And i finally asked my mami,starting with general questions of how long they knew each other before they decided to get married,how did they meet and all...
She answered as she cooked dinner for us and then i asked if her parents were apprehensive about her getting married to an Indian?
She said no,not at all...and said that her parents were also glad that at least she is getting married.

And then she said something that you hear in movies so many times,but there i was listening to these so called glorious words that have been true in real life and these guys had made it work for 15 years.

And she said ''when you know he is the right one,you just know and then nothing matters.If you think he is not  the one then just don't do it''
And i smiled a heart filled smile just the way silly girls do when they hear it in movies and then take a deep breath.
And she continued saying that we know how to live on our own and we just knew it.

Mama and Mami

The Dry Flower String Lights

Ok,so the story really started 5 years ago in Bangkok.After my 10th board exams,me and my parents went to Bangkok for vacation.
It was a dual purpose trip,dad had some work in Yangon (Rangoon) in Burma,officially known as the Union of Myanmar,so he clubbed it with Bangkok so that i can't nag him for an year that he has not taken us out for any vacation...


Malls there were huge,you could buy nice watches for 300 baht or nice bags or phone accessories of very good quality but at low prices and there were other many unique things

There was a stall that was selling beautiful dry flowers.These were different from the ones we generally saw in India that time.Warm colors,maroon,yellow,brown...thin texture,details of leaf's veins...

The best feature was that they could change shape,if you press them together they would close and if you wanted them to look all full and blossomed up,you could do that too.

The way of doing so was the most interesting one.You had to spray water on it.And when you did the flowers would open again...

While the sales girl was explaining all this and while my parents were busy bargaining ( just the way in which Russell Peter's describes in this act between Indian and a Chinese shopkeeper ''BE A MAN'' lol ) i had my eyes set on these strings lights made of same material.

Yellow lights,nude color flowers and green colored wire...

It was expensive i remember,which made it difficult for me to ask my parents to buy it for me.
They are gonna think am silly,so much for just these lights,you get lights for 100 or 200 rs during Diwali,forget the money part,why would you any ways want them? they would ask i thought...

And generally also if you think too much,it becomes a little difficult to ask your parent to buy something.

We went away,but i kept going to the same stall,the sales girl knew i had my eye on it and she was just waiting for me to call out to it,as she get sparing water on the flowers to attract me more.

Finally i gathered courage to ask my mom to see it and if she approves then buy it.After a few initial troubles we finally brought.

As soon as we came back home,they were the first thing that i got out of my bag.
They were all pressed and closed.I sprayed water on them and they opened up again.
I had put these string of lights on the corners of my dressing table in my room.I would make sure to light it put when someone would come to our home.
It was in my room for a long time,until mom decided that it looks shabby and its difficult to manage as it gets all dirty with layers of dirt on it.

She we took them off  to clear it and kept them somewhere from where it was difficult to find them.But after a long search,i found them today in the store room on the terrace.

And as i got it down to my room,my mom's first reaction was ''now don't put this in your room again,they don't look nice''

I said nothing,nor did she say anything because she knew it,that am gonna put them put again.

And yes i did! but changed its resting location.Now it was up on the pelmet...

This place is better,its more structured i think now.Hammered few oil pins too keep it in line and to support it to help resist the anarchy of gravity...

It feels like its looking upon me...

In my room,these are my stars,this is my Venus,this is my guiding light.

These will give the feeling of protection when they will glow at night as i sleep,this will give me the feeling of light in my life...

Right now sitting in my room,with my laptop in front of me and these lights on the left side,i look at them repeatedly and yes! i like what i see.

The room is dark with only these lights,i can hear the cricket by my window side as i lower the volume of my laptop playing ''The song Sound of Silence''

''Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence''


''The sound of silence'' by Simon and Garfunkel 

A Beautiful Morning

Just one of those days when you are up very late at night talking to a friend on phone.

After keeping the phone down one decides to stay up for some more time and see the sunrise.

There is something about watching the sky turn blue from black...

To hear the first chirp of the birds...

To see some old people out for a walk...

I in my own right have always felt proud of myself to be up the whole night and then being able to see the sunrise.

Was already up till 4 or so talking to a friend,the weather was great as it had rained throughout the day and earlier that night too.

The sight tempted me to click some photos and then i did...

The colors that the nature reflected this morning was great.

Yellow street lights,green plants and blue sky...

Rain drops on the wind chime and plants

Just really liked the blue and green tones in the pictures.

The pictures came out nice,the morning was beautiful and the breeze was fresh,it felt like a  mornings at some hill station.

Loving the monsoon,the rains day and night...

''Well, I love a rainy night
I love a rainy night
I love to hear the thunder
Watch the lightning
When it lights up the sky
You know it makes me feel good

Well, I love a rainy night
It's such a beautiful sight
I love to feel the rain
On my face
Taste the rain on my lips
In the moonlight shadow

Showers washed
All my cares away
I wake up to a sunny day
'Cos I love a rainy night
Yeah, I love a rainy night
Well, I love a rainy night
Well, I love a rainy night''

-EDDIE RABBIT 's song I Love A Rainy Night