Colours - Have a story to tell!

Colours - define so much. Like your taste , your mood, your mindset, your fears or maybe just you. Some people say colours are of two types - warm colours and cool colours : so like humans - some are warm ...and less said about others the better. And of course there are warm days and cool days. I believe the colour you choose right in the morning defines your mood for the day. Some days we wake up with a smile and that leads to bright colours and happy zone. And, what happens on the day you wake up cranky/ angry/ sad/ upset  - avoid wearing dull colours - they wouldn't do anything to improve your mood.

Your favourite colour tells what you like - Red says power, white says peace, pink says feminine, yellow says warm or sometimes jealous,  and so on..... Maybe that's why I don't have an all time favourite colour - or maybe its white underlining  every choice. The colour you choose on a day/ season/ occasion would tell people about you without your even opening your mouth. For example - Red says Look at me, I 'm open to attention, Pink would says I am soft and nice, Black says I am in control, Brown says I am not in a good mood, Lavender says I am on brink on something new, green says I believe in spreading harmony. What about someone wearing multiple colours and all prominent ? - I say it means the person is ready to party.

Each day consciously, subconsciously or unconsciously we tell the world so much about us with the colour we wear. Think about each person you know - you may have a colour you may have attached to the person. The person who has a wide range of colours in the wardrobe - loves life and enjoys it. It shows you see life in different shades and accept each of them. It shows a lack of boredom in your nature, a vivacity of personality and the courage of overcoming odds in life. Some might say that's too much to say based on colour choice , but then see around you, people who always prefer a single colour over others would be more obstinate and less acceptable to any change life proposes.

So wear your colour wisely - or some colour lover like me - will form her own opinion. So, when you get up in the morning take a minute to pick your colour if not in a good mood coz colours not only tell about you but also work on your mood. It's difficult to stay in a bad mood when wearing a lovely bright shade.

P.S - Do not go about categorising people by the colour they are wearing - it might be just a phase or maybe not. It would be your call.

P.S.2 - the accompanied image has white wherever the colours intersect - So no matter what colour you are , when you meet others stay calm and let peace prevail.

The Bridal Shoot - What an experience!!

I hate getting individual photographs clicked, the dear camera almost always catches wrong angles, expressions and poses. Hence, "Rachita Only" shots are avoided as much as possible. Though off late my feelings on the matter have meant nothing because I faced a situation - The Bridal Shoot- Mine!

A Bridal Shoot - Def - (courtesy Rachita) : The ritual of clicking unnatural, funny and absurd poses of the already nervous bride so as to make her feel ridiculous and silly. Also, a hindu marriage has so many rituals - Roka, Kirtan, Sagan, Mehendi, Chura Ceremony and marriage for the photographer to fulfill all his creative ideas. Here is sharing with you my feelings on this very personal experience.

Meri Kahani Meri Zubani

Let's begin from the beginning - The Roka Ceremony. When as it is I was conscious( I rarely dress up and am never quiet), it being my roka ensured all the attention and the spot light was on me(& my fiance but I felt he got a better deal with the photographers). And believe me when they ask you to " look down", smile, laugh, turn right, up, left - you feel more like a bakri (goat) than a would be bride. It was my first experience and I " did not" enjoy it at all. With one ceremony over, I breathed a sigh of relief. Kirtan was a family affair so I was let free.

But at the Sagan Ceremony, though I knew what to expect the photographer surprised me. I lost the count of poses I had to make in the name of so called life long memories. All prompted by my naughty gang of cousins. To name a few - look at your ring, turn right, look into the mirror, redo your earrings , then wear your bangles again.  In all honesty I confess that the photographer was good at his work and really charming and courteous, so "I" became less conscious. With this feeling, I sailed through the Mehendi, Haldi and Chura ceremonies.

Now, coming to the M Day: For someone who buys the dress with lightest work, minimal makeup and accessories - carrying off the look of a traditional punjabi bride was a herculean task. But pat my back I did it- everybody (esp. dad) says with elan. Then started my ordeal - the same photographer was ready with even more "fantastic" ideas of bridal poses. I tell you we brides have it tough , so much so that by the time of the final ceremony we are immunised to all awkwardness of these silly poses. Starting with stand behind the curtain, hold it; Dance, turn around, smile while looking at your kaliren, sit, stand, walk, lean on the door, look into the sky...and so on (whew - getting married is a tough job). After a while I thought of cutting the exercise short but then took a deep breath and said "Bring it on". And started my adventure with the camera , together we sailed through a wide tide of poses - shy, happy, sad, waiting, dancing, naughty, crazy and all in all under the eyes of lovely people who came to meet me in the Bridal Room.

To give him credit - my family says - almost all my moods and expressions were captured by the photographer and still he made me look good. So, no matter how tough - Smile when its your turn coz it is worth it!

P.S : No matter what they say - the bridal shoot is never easy for the bride, its only then you realise that everything you do and wear is under someone's eyes and would mean a lot.

I apologise Mr. Finance Minister

A couple of days ago I sat down to think about the possible topics I could resume my blog with. The topics that ignite even a tiny spec of interest or excitement in me ; but this one ......... completely escaped me.

I, therefore humbly apologise to our Finance Minister,  the Government, the Economists, the Pseudo Intellectuals, the Planning Elites for my total disregard and the monumental lack of knowledge on the topic . Don't scratch your head( as it is dandruff is back in season) - let me clarify - I forgot that it is the budget day today....I really mean it...I simply forgot.

It is not totally my fault you see, I have been a little busy lately , with marriages - mine included (of course you may congratulate me), celebrations , birthdays etc. that it just didn't register. But, the whole blame can't be put on my door. The budget was delayed - wasn't it? As far back as I can remember budget is always out in the last week of Feb. It was always covered in the annual exams in March. Why couldn't they shelve it then?? Coming back to today - I switched on the television to the Doordarshan Channel to listen to the greatest Annual Speech in the Parliament. To my dismay it happened again this year. I couldn't understand a single word. I thought a change in my marital status would make it interesting but it didn't (Poor Budget!).

Hence, I honestly declare Mr. Mukherjee -  that I didn't listen to the document that you and your team spent months preparing. Your calculations and projections do not interest me. I am sorry but your self appraisal does not touch a chord within me. I can't keep a track of all announcements you make in your speech every year. I am a common middle class Indian working in a company, wherein my salary is directly linked to my PAN card and all my bank accounts  and earnings are in white - a section always neglected in your speech. What interests me is " How much of my taxes this year would pave way for your populist schemes? For how long would we pay for the loopholes you keep for business class (of course it pays for your electoral campaigns) and rebates that you give to the poor (who attend you rallies). We , the middle class , can't - you see we are busy working and earning honest money and honestly paying taxes.  As the saints say - This is Kalyug - honesty suffers. 

But then - Is it the same story again this time too...I  wonder? I would read about it all in newspaper tomorrow. I would like to smile today and believe me the middle class rarely smiles post budget. 

P.S - I saw Sachin's century and it made me smile -  Thank you Sachin for doing it today of all days.

The Art/Torture of Making Lists

Crazy as it sounds... but lately all that I have been doing is making lists, analysing lists, making it again and again...... And please ask me why......because that's what everyone around me is telling me. Make lists and then do work , execution is easier when planning is good. As if I have never heard of the saying. But give me a break.

To put everyone at ease, I love making lists... but at workplace. Where I know what has to be done, where only your mind is supposed to be involved, where you have so many targets to meet and where you have limited time at hand. But How can you put your personal life in lists...it makes everything so predictable...no scope for spontaneity, no avenues for surprises, just bland life...living around lists. I feel I'm going a little hyper about lists; in fact not little but total hyper. So much so that the last night I had a nightmare that I was sitting on a desk and around me were sheets filled with " lists" - the shopping lists, the important dates lists, grocery lists, the priority list, the family list, the to do list.......and so on. Gosh it was really really terrible. I like to be organised but not to this extend....where planning takes away the emotions. Now, where is the thrill to shop when there is no last minute emergency, what will all excuses do if you can wish everyone on time, who will be upset if everybody gets their gifts....you see making lists makes life so uninteresting. Nothing filmi anymore...huh.

Making lists is a necessary art and sometimes a lifesaving one , more so at office. I have had my moments when these lists have saved me. So learn it, if you want to do well in life. What I can't digest is why everyone wants me to show the same list making talent my personal life too. Now those who know me ...know how difficult it is for me. For those who don't know me..live in the blissful ignorance of my real talents. But I don't want to tell you all the importance of making lists...this post is to share the torture of making lists.

In the last month or so - I have done it all, used different note pads - plain sheets, lined sheets, recycled sheets, coloured sheets, soft sheets...; different coloured pens -  glossy pens, pilot pens, gel pens ....; PowerPoint's, word document, my phone applications, my email calenders...and everything...but ye lists he ke khatam hi nai hoti. And then you have to make so many changes all the time, additions, subtractions, permutations and combinations to make you go crazy. This list making gets crazier day by day. And believe me it is a big torture to make them and then keep reworking on them. When will I enjoy doing things when all my energy is consumed in making lists. What to do ? So I have decided to let go of lists....and continue...especially my shopping spree.

By the way, I just ticked on the task that said....write a post!

Happy New Year to everyone reading the post.

Baby Steps Are fine.....

You are going right , my dear; Set your own pace.

It's your life and decisions; Your own future to trace.

It may seem confusing at times, Things may not be always clear;

But chaos is also a part of life, Choices aren't easy sometimes.

Don't compare it with others, Your relations are your own;

Follow the values and attitude,  With which you have grown.

Others may prod you to move, At speed that is too high;

 Take it all in your stride. Coz, Baby Steps 'right now' are perfectly fine.

You may falter at times, Pause before you take any dive;

For each step you take now, will define your life, So...

Baby Steps... are just so fine.