Me and my thoughts

As I opened my last maggi packet My memory traveled to the first packet Maggi and me go a long way Maggi means more to me than the easy breakfast in the late mornings More than a guilty chat and snack with friends More than a ready made lunch at office It is even much than food It is a part of the life It is a sweet memory of my childhood With MSG and other ingredients in it I know it is not healthy anymore Still I have trouble accepting it But was maggi meant to be healthy Or Was it just meant to enchant my tongue, I wondered Not all food we eat are healthy Why blame maggi alone Maggi can cause side effects to us Still I have a hard time letting it go I even asked myself Does maggi mean more to me To ignore the complications Maybe yes it does With the ban from the government and from my mom Maggi has become a martyr And has became a permanent part of my slowly fading memory

I read a book The book was interesting but sad The book ran through my memory The minute I closed my eye I did not have a hard copy of the book Yet it left soft imprints in me Every chapter was a story by itself Some stories had an ending Some ending was happy Some were sad Some endings was incomplete Each chapter was different from the other Except a few connecting factors Each chapter was unique in its own way The only common and connecting factor In the book was me I tried connecting the dots Still It felt like Reading a book of short stories With the same protagonist How will the book end I wondered Will it be natural or forced? How will the dots connect? I may not Yet it is a part of the book

Why do you use so many cosmetic products? Asked my mom the minute she saw my cosmetic bag. How else do I protect my skin, I wondered. We never used to use all these chemicals she said. This is not only her view . But the point of all women of her generation. How much ever I argue. I have to agree that all of that is true. I have always hoped for a skin like my mom and aunt. They have soft and clear skin and the best part is they dont spend money on hordes of cosmetic creams. Yes. That...

What happened to us When did we stop being sensitive To the happening around us What happened to anger and fear The emotions we used to feel Everything has become a joke We wait like eagles to share a joke The so called joke Be it a sport Or a political situation Or a national issue We make a joke out of it And share it to our friends The chain continues And the message and the importance Of the issue is lost Sometimes we use it for good things too Still the jokes move faster Are we stop being humans And slowly turning to app Who just share information Yet dont process anything Applications are a gift Yet is it a pandora box Sometimes we are too lost in Whats app trauma Sorry drama To realise it  

I feel like laughing out aloud Whenever I observe the drama around me I have a reached a point Where I still laugh Even if the drama happens to me Sometimes people stick with you for no reason And they don't mind you when u really need them Maybe they are really busy Or life is designed to be like that Still when people are not with you When you really need someone to hold your hand To assure you to move on with life When you are stuck in a dark room People need not flood it with light Just a candle can create the magic Spending hours with you when you are happy might not make an impact But even seconds during times of adversaries can make a difference Its true people can't solve problems That does not mean They can not lend a ear or a should during tough times I just realised That if people can't stand by me When I walk on thorns Do I really need them During my time with roses I do not And I am just laughing Not because I am happy or mad Just be...