Unwritten pages of my diary - Part 1

29 Sept, 2008


There are dreams you dream about. There are desires you think you can't afford to think about. Then there are times when these desires comes true even before you can dream about them... And in those moments there is no other way to react but stare at them with amazement...as no amount of excitement can match the intensity of those moments... Speechless, excited, thrilled - are quite an unworthy words to describe the feeling of the night I was about to fly...

Here goes excerpts from my diary that should have been written long ago.

I am flying off to Stockholm tonight for 5 days. Paid trip...to meet the princess of Sweden. It'll be the first time I'll be entering an airport. Excited...am I?

It's just 4 days ago when I first heard about this junket. From searching for the exact location of Stockholm on map to seeing my baggage ready in front of my eyes right now - it has been a long journey already. I feel like closing my eyes and embracing all the moments and little journeys that await me.

As a little child whenever I bid good-bye to several airplanes that passed our playground (my school being near IGI airport) it literally meant so. They were very far away.

Not anymore...I am flying tonight :)

We are heading towards the airport now. Mom, dad and MegDi are quite excited. Sadly, Meg-di is in office but she is very much with me. I have heard about the formalities, to be done inside, quite carefully. But I'm quite sure I'll still make a fool of myself. Dekhi jayegi. Mom is clicking my picture outside the airport and m little embarrassed :P
I wish I could take her along. Someday I will... For right now it's goodbye ma for 5 days :)

Papers signed. Baggage given for checking. And here i meet my colleague who is travelling along. She has been to Europe before but never to any Scandinavian country. After some wait we are finally progressing towards the plane.

So this is it. It is 'the' moment...it will stay alive in my mind forever. Nothing can take it away from me. And I won't describe it further. It will dilute the experience.

I am flying...


To be contd. :)

She...

...Shines like moonlight on a long breezy night
She gushes like untamed waves in a mischievous sea;
Her laugh like gurgle of a baby,
She is everything you want her to be.

She is a woman in love...

Like naive clay on a potter's wheel
She lets you mold all her dreams...
Her eyes meet yours and
She sees whatever you make her believe

She is a woman in love...

One day it will all change
When she'll hear life's original song
Illusions it will all seem
And she would have 'lost faith in love'

But till then...
Don't wake her up, just let her dream on
Let her be what she's happy to be
...A woman rapt in your love.

Celebrating 23 years of Being Purva

It's like entering third phase of my life... In the first one, birthdays meant cake, balloons, gifts, coloured dress [and exams :-(]. Being a March baby was somewhat traumatic in this phase. Nobody around me remembered my birthday [exams :-(]. I never got gifts. It was still some fun. It is from this phase itself I picked up the habit of reminding people about my budday...so that I do not end up feeling disappointed on this day.

Second phase was much more exciting. Bouquets from friends...better from 'secret admirers' :p...wishes from 'crushes', people surprising you at midnight with cake, gifts n more, keeping wrappers of those gifts safely in locker...and then taking them out, months later, on some idle Saturday.

Many March's ago...when I was a little girl, 23-24 somehow seemed to be a very fascinating number for age. Responsible, mature, mellowed -- these are adjectives I'd attach whenever I met a didi of that age :) It has always been an amusing thought all these years...and is an even greater amusement to feel a sense of achievement on this birthday...as if crossing a milestone. 'Marriage' has suddenly become a buzzword. Not for me (thank God for an elder sister, who is still unmarried) but for close friends around. Career looks good enough as of now. Don't know about "Responsible, mature and mellowed' but certainly feel independent, confident and free...

Feels like standing in the middle of a road and admiring the journey i've covered so far and then gazing at the open sky above and smiling at endless possibilities that the road ahead has in store...Feels like understanding myself a bit more and loving every bit of it... :)