after ages, I got my hands on a Limca at a friends’ and it was such nostalgia!  


Even munchkin liked it. Called it a “good marriage between Sprite and Lemonade. With a pinch of Dr.Pepper” ok then! 



Post About Nothing

I have nothing to say.

Ive sat and stared at the screen for a good 45 minutes trying to drum up of something substantial, incredible, funny or reflective for me to write on. Of course various thoughts came in, but none deemed worthy for a whole post in itself. I thought I’d do a potpourri, but my mind is a tangled mess of thoughts. Not unlike the wires that form a slithering snake pit behind the TV and the music system.

So yes, I have nothing.

But you know, nothing is a great place to be.

I wish my mind had nothing in it.

No, like not asking to be empty, but asking it to be filled with nothing. There *is* a difference.

Or maybe there isn’t. Am as confused as you are getting reading this :)

So, remember how the world came about from nothing? Like the sound OM, and there was vaccum and there was nothing, and bam! God rubbed his hands in glee and decided to create us. Yeah.


Oh ok, fine! The Big bang Theory happened and then there was something out of nothing!


so, either way, you see how Something gets created out of Nothing?

Pretty cool eh, when you think about it?

That’s what creation is. Creativity is really about creating something from nothing. Nothing but a spark. A spark of thought, a sound, a flash or BOOM, something happens and there is life. All that requires is a small ignition. A thought that can string a whole bunch of words, and they make sense, all of it. You just have to squint your eyes, tilt your head or take a step back and look at what just happened and it would all make sense.

In the large big picture I mean.

Like this post.

I just wrote 300 odd words on nothing.

That’s what writing is all about. That you make that effort and start hammering words out. Don’t wonder dont plot don’t project, just do. Works the same with most others. If it worked for the woodpecker and for the otter and for the ants and the relentless Einstein (who incidentally finally cracked that damn light bulb only after 200 some tries, or maybe it was 2000, who’s counting?) it would work for you and me and well, it worked for Seinfeld! ..and didnt he run it for 9 years and to eternity considering the reruns will never ever stop! 5a576ea877d95553e73de8075ba0367e661a65384b3d1fc3a4c8af5f952bd436

So yeah, a lot of good comes out of nothing.

Just wait for that spark though. The spark is what makes the difference.

Rinse Repeat and Start Again

As part of “kids say the darnest things” I fell upon this little anecdote on an 8 year who said this sagely, as she mixed brownie batter purposefully. She was hearing her mom talk about their dog and then the neighbors and all through the chatter and silence, she had looked up and said those words below.

Think about it.
“I love you” seems to be the most commonly used phrase within the family, between friends, romantic partners, and husband and wife and so on. It’s a relationship bound for the most part. We hear it at least once every day, either being told to us, or we say it to someone or we overhear.
Almost akin to breathing.
‘love you honey”
“love you babe”
“aw baby, I love you!”
“you know I love you right?”
and I could go on, but you get the point.

I love how she points out that you must never really say it as a habit, but more of a conscious declaration of what you deeply feel within you towards this person you feel it for.
Purposefully, with complete mindfulness that you declare your love and affection. Not as a statement to be acted upon, and to dwell on, as a barter as a deal or as a sword held precariously, to be wanted to reciprocate.

It’s as sacred as it is common. So, be warned to not be glib about saying it.

I love the way the frail mind is referenced here.
We forget.
We all forget.
We forget the past, the fleeting present and we forget the preciousness in a relationship. We forget our promises, we forget our kindness and we forget the pleasure of feeling.
It’s human nature.
Not me. Not you. No one’s fault. It’s the way it is.

Some people forget that they are loved.
They need reminders.
Not just in those 3 words, but in the affirmations that do not require those words to be spoken. Yet, there is magic in saying them. With conviction, with depth as you look into their eyes, and to get to a point that you feel they are inadequate.
It happens when you love a person so.
Saying “i love you” just doesn’t cut it. You feel that?

Our mind is distracted, and succumbs to many an event, the present day engulfs us, and we forget.
It’s okay to repeat those words again and again and again.
Some of us thrive on them. It’s like the air we breathe. The food we need and the drop of water that we crave. We aren’t needy, we just thrive on love. Flourish on it.
Grow in it.
Bloom in the presence and affirmations of love.

It’s okay to rinse and repeat.
It is not boring. Not if you meant it in the first place anyway.
So next time, someone throws a fit at you, or they weep in insecurity, or they act up, Just stop them, look into their eyes and tell them you love them. Only if you mean it though. Then tell them.

You never would understand the value of that pause and the reboot their delicate heart gets when you take that moment to tell them that you love them.

Consider it a jumpstart to a slowly beating heart.
It’s a rescue mission at times.
So rinse and repeat and start all over again.
Flat lines are no good for anyone.

Grappling With Concepts

Day 2I forget who now, but someone wise enough, I must add, mentioned the relation of neurons, thinking and math. I believe it was a conversation that ran between parents and the incredible pressure on the present generation to learn and learn quickly and get ahead and stay in the rat race with respect to school and subjects.

The conversation is quite marked and vivid. It went along the lines of backing off and allowing the natural state of the human body do its thing. I believe when a concept is introduced, no matter the age or state of mind, it triggers a neuron to be born. So this tiny cell with all its bravado and pride sits there in glory. Complete and alive and well, ticking. Doesn’t do beyond being alive, and so it occupies its place in the brain, oblivious to everything else that is growing or dead around it. It sits there, quietly. Waiting. Waiting for an opportunity to grow. For the right environment and for the light to shine on it, and then it will grow and flourish and will bestow its grandness and enlightenment on the brain that’s held on to it through the whole time.

Edited later:

The lines in quotes – I stand corrected. Scroll down for the comment.

I guess I just used my writer’s creative freedom :-) 


That’s how languages are learnt apparently.

That’s how a match concept is learnt I believe.

Neurons are born. They just don’t develop unless an age at which the conditions are ripe for its development happens.

Makes sense too when you think about it right?

So I projected that out to relationships and people and society, and I realize that we could probably apply it there too. For a concept to be accepted, internalized and to be acted upon, maybe one does the right environment, and what is right for me, may not be optimum for you, and vice versa. Maybe. Maybe that’s why some things just go beyond comprehension. Maybe that’s why some things will not make sense and why some will be oh so natural to me and not to you.


I agree with most of it. It makes perfect sense, the first part at least, and not necessarily that we are above it all, or them and that we are better, no, not that at all, its about them being buried in sand. Time matters, and how long they are buried and how they change while they are buried and how they are perceived by others from outside matters.

It’s a concept requires some thought and struggle depending on the frame of mind of the person struggling with.

Just like this one. 57f1f4435584826d428b491f3194b0b6

I am being told that there is reality and then there is reality. There is reality as we know it, some time ago, that isnt real anymore. Then there is Maya.

Concepts and why some can and will twist your brain into a knot, despite the wisdom of experience and knowing.

Fascinating, to say the least.